Slaying an Ancestral God

The Ancestral Lord warship, pitch-black and gleaming, appeared over the Nine Provinces with a thunderous roar. This colossal vessel had been refined from the bone essence of a Death World Ancestral Lord and an Otherworld Ancestral God, infused with Eternal Light—a true weapon of war.

With a mournful wail, the warship cleaved through the skies of the Nine Provinces, crossing several battlefields in an instant. Wherever its oppressive bulk passed, none could stand. Otherworld armies were scattered like chaff; many soldiers were pulverized before they even understood what had struck them.

Xiao Chen steered the Ancestral Lord warship toward the Heavenly Sword, where the Ancestral God battle had reached its zenith. Countless stars trembled. The divine power was so terrifying that even Xiao Chen, mighty as he was, felt a chill of dread.

With a thunderous crash, millions of stars dimmed and turned to ash—the might of a single Ancestral God's blow. Before such earth-shaking force, even powerful Half-Ancestors could only sigh in helplessness.

Then a colossal war spear shot across the heavens, spanning millions of miles, piercing through the cosmos and impaling an Ancestral God on its tip. The blood of that Ancestral God splashed across the stars like a crimson ocean, flooding the void.

Clearly, in this celestial battlefield, Yan Huang and the Old Ancestral Dragon held the upper hand. Though fewer in number, their combat power was overwhelming.

A flash of blinding light swept across the sky, engulfing the fast-moving Ancestral Lord warship. An Otherworld Ancestral God had sensed the anomaly and launched a devastating attack.

But the warship, a great killing machine forged for war, shuddered as its dark light connected to the Death World. Thousands of divine beams were drained into the void, not a single ray touching the vessel. Xiao Chen drove the ship onward.

With a boom, the warship, like an unstoppable blade, smashed through the Ancestral God's barrier and closed in on him.

A heavy thud—the black ship slammed into the Otherworld Ancestral God, sending him flying. This outcome stunned everyone. The Ancestral God himself looked incredulous, as if unable to believe it.

Xiao Chen felt a surge of impulse to unleash the incomplete formation diagram, but he held back. He was no Ancestral God; he could not truly cripple that being. He needed to wait for the perfect moment—strike only when it would shatter heaven and earth, grinding an Ancestral God to dust.

The Otherworld Ancestral God Lu Lupeisi dodged Yan Huang's Dragon Fist and said coldly, "Good, good. You have prepared well. Though you have few Ancestral God-level warriors, you have no lack of tricks—even forging such a warship."

Lan Yufeng, who had been pierced by the Old Farmer and had retreated a thousand li to reform his divine body, sneered in response, "Even with all your preparations, you cannot change the destined outcome."

The Otherworld Ancestral God who had been rammed by the warship finally understood what the black vessel was. His gaze swept over Xiao Chen on the deck, and his voice was ice: "Ant. I will take your life first."

"I'm afraid that will not come to pass," said the Old Farmer, his Great Annihilation War Spear holding Lan Yufeng at bay while also enveloping this Ancestral God. "You and Lan Yufeng are fated to fall in defeat beneath this spear."

"Old bastard, don't be so arrogant. This life is your doom," the Ancestral God retorted, turning back to attack the Old Farmer alongside Lan Yufeng.

But at that moment, Xiao Chen rammed the Ancestral Lord warship into him once more. The Old Farmer seemed determined to humiliate this Ancestral God; the Great Annihilation War Spear pierced through heaven and earth, pinning him beneath its tip.

Even Lan Yufeng's rescue attempt could not shake the spear; it only made the Old Farmer sway a few times.

With another thunderous crash, the warship, its dark light surging, shattered stars and closed in, slamming into the Ancestral God's body once more.

This time, pinned beneath the Great Annihilation War Spear, the Ancestral God could not defend himself. He was rammed so hard that blood sprayed from his mouth and his chest caved in—he was gravely wounded.

"Despicable ant… you have wounded me…" snarled the Otherworld Ancestral God as he tumbled away, his face twisted with murderous rage, his features almost deformed.

For a being of his caliber, Half-Ancestors could scarcely harm him; only Ancestral God-level opponents could. To be wounded by Xiao Chen and spat blood was a profound humiliation.

"I will annihilate both your body and soul!"

He charged in an instant, his right hand blotting out the sky, descending like a curtain from heaven to seize and crush Xiao Chen on the warship.

Divine might shook millions of miles of the universe. Stars tottered. Under this raging tide, entire galaxies turned to ash.

The Ancestral Lord warship shook violently but showed no sign of breaking. Its hull was inconceivably sturdy.

"Your opponent is me. Do not overstep!" The Old Farmer was determined to make this Ancestral God suffer. The Great Annihilation War Spear swept across the void, blocking the giant hand and nearly piercing it through.

At the same time, he intercepted Lan Yufeng, and the two clashed anew.

When Xiao Chen rammed the warship through for the seventh time, the Otherworld Ancestral God was utterly enraged. Seven times he had been deliberately suppressed by the Old Farmer, seven times knocked flying by Xiao Chen's ship—even a clay statue would burn with fury.

"Ant! Lowly worm! You have angered me! If I do not kill you today, I swear I am not a god!"

The Otherworld Ancestral God raged and struggled to break free from the Old Farmer's battle ring, his fury fully ignited.

Xiao Chen stood calmly on the deck of the Ancestral Lord warship and said, "Worm, stop your empty barking. If you have the skill, come and kill me."

Dismissed by the ant he despised, called a worm, the Ancestral God's gaze turned colder than the dead of winter.

"Flee beyond heaven and earth, outside the five elements!"

At that moment, the Otherworld Ancestral God employed some forbidden technique, bellowing as tens of millions of beams of light burst from him, drowning the surrounding stars.

In that instant, he finally broke free from the Old Farmer's dominated battlefield and hurled himself directly at Xiao Chen.

With a thunderous crash, his enormous palm smashed down, shattering the heavens—divine might overwhelming, irresistible!

The Old Farmer's eyes flashed, but he did not go to the rescue, as if caught off guard. He shouted, "Fine, leave! I'll slay Lan Yufeng now!"

Lan Yufeng sneered, "Even if you hold the advantage for now, you cannot destroy me."

With a boom, the giant palm fell. The Ancestral Lord warship's dark light surged, crushing a galaxy—it had actually blocked the earth-shattering strike.

Xiao Chen still held back, relying on the warship's protection, not yet revealing the incomplete formation diagram.

"Ant, perish!" The Otherworld Ancestral God's giant hand shattered space, reaching directly into the warship to seize Xiao Chen.

But at that instant, the pitch-black vessel blurred, surrounded by countless stars, forming its own space, as if returning to the eternal unknown. The Ancestral God's hand stretched infinitely but always remained a galaxy away from the warship, unable to touch it.

"Haha!" The Old Farmer laughed. "You can't even kill the ant you call by that name—what face do you have left to be an Otherworld Ancestral God?" His Great Annihilation War Spear grew more ferocious, as if he intended to take this chance to slay Lan Yufeng.

"Summit contains a mustard seed!" The Otherworld Ancestral God's words were ice-cold. His giant hand covered the heavens, forming its own world. The Ancestral Lord warship and its surrounding starry space rapidly shrank, about to be taken away.

Time was pressing. He was using great divine power to end this quickly, lest Lan Yufeng be slain by the Old Farmer.

But the moment he concentrated his full force on the warship was also the moment his vigilance was most lax.

Suddenly, overwhelming killing intent surged. The Old Farmer's Great Annihilation War Spear concentrated the ultimate malice and struck him with lethal force.

The spear had not yet arrived, but the killing intent was the most terrifying will the Old Farmer had unleashed since the battle began—sworn to destroy him.

Killing Lan Yufeng was a feint; killing him was the true goal. Everything before had been to lull him.

With a boom, the Otherworld Ancestral God's chest exploded. At the same time, his head was pierced, his soul grievously wounded. He struggled to reform his body.

But the Old Farmer was determined to kill him. He took the full force of Lan Yufeng's attack, spat out several mouthfuls of blood, and kept the Great Annihilation War Spear vibrating against this Ancestral God.

The spear, which could pierce the universe and destroy all things, erupted with its most terrible killing intent, smashing through the Ancestral God's body and soul beyond recognition.

Finally, with a thunderous crash, he was shattered.

The Old Farmer vomited blood repeatedly. He did not know if he had annihilated the Ancestral God in both body and soul, but he had to turn back to face Lan Yufeng. Any more of this, and he would not hold out.

"You disappoint me. I did not perish." The shattered Ancestral God's remains and soul rapidly converged, trying to reform.

His voice was full of venom. Though not destroyed, the infinite killing intent had drained his primal energy, inflicting unimaginable damage. His divine power had fallen to the nadir; even a Ninth Heaven Half-Ancestor might now pose a threat.

"It will not disappoint you!" At that moment, Xiao Chen on the Ancestral Lord warship could no longer hold back. Thirty War Swords soared into the sky, and the incomplete formation diagram emerged—hazy, slowly rotating.

The broken diagram seemed gentle, but it pressed forward with unstoppable momentum, grinding toward the Ancestral God attempting to reform his battle body. The entire starry sky trembled. The light of billions of stars converged, transforming into endless sword light that merged into the incomplete diagram.

It possessed earth-shaking, heaven-overturning might!

The instant the incomplete diagram turned, the Otherworld Ancestral God screamed: "No!" But it was too late. A power vast and unimaginable—beyond conception—rolled over him and shattered him instantly.

"I am eternal, never to be destroyed!" the Ancestral God roared as his soul was crushed. But the incomplete diagram vibrated nine times in succession, each time erasing a great portion of his soul force. With a final boom, the Otherworld Ancestral God utterly collapsed; his soul consciousness was scattered completely.

The terrible formation diagram had ground an Ancestral God into oblivion.

Those around could scarcely believe it. None had expected an Otherworld Ancestral God to perish thus.

"War Swords… they have actually condensed the formation diagram!" Lu Lupeisi shouted, clearly shaken.

"How is this possible… truly condensed the formation diagram!" Lan Yufeng was equally astonished.

It was evident that the death of an Otherworld Ancestral God was far less shocking to them than the appearance of the incomplete diagram.

Suddenly, terrifying waves erupted from the depths of the starry sky. Above the Ancestral Dragon Village in the Nine Provinces, four Otherworld Ancestral Gods stepped forth. They entered the celestial battlefield in a single stride, heading toward this conflict.

By now, Yan Huang, the Old Ancestral Dragon, the Old Farmer, and the others had expended most of their divine power. The arrival of this fresh force put them in a precarious position.

And Xiao Chen knew that he was still no match for an Ancestral God in direct combat. The formation diagram was powerful, but he himself had not yet reached that level. The diagram could wound an Ancestral God, but an Ancestral God could also destroy him. If it came to a clash of life and death, he would be the first to be annihilated body and soul.

With a mournful wail, the Ancestral Lord warship shook the heavens. Yan Huang and the Old Ancestral Dragon transmitted messages to Mo Xiaowang, the Old Farmer, and the Martial Imprint. In a flash, they all rushed onto the warship.

Xiao Chen did not need to explain much. Yan Huang and the Old Ancestral Dragon naturally knew everything about the Ancestral Lord warship. Long ago, a Death World Ancestral Lord had left a spiritual imprint behind. When Xiao Chen returned to the Nine Provinces, that strand of divine light had already flown to the heavens and was received by Yan Huang and the Old Ancestral Dragon.

"Leave!" Yan Huang shouted.

The Ancestral Lord warship tore through the sky and charged into the depths of the cosmos.

The sight before them was despairing. The Otherworld had countless Ancestral Gods; in this region of the heavens alone, twelve had already appeared. How could they fight?

"To the Death World," said the Old Ancestral Dragon, his voice low and despondent.

Abandoning the Nine Provinces and the Four Worlds meant admitting defeat. This era of civilization would come to an end.

With a mournful wail, the Ancestral Lord warship shook the stars, growing increasingly blurred and distant, until finally it vanished.

The pursuing Otherworld Ancestral Gods all missed their attacks.

"Hmph. You may flee for now, but can you flee forever?" At that moment, the formidable Ancestral God from Heavenly Burial Valley had somehow already arrived at the celestial battlefield. Staring at the direction where the warship had disappeared, his eyes were ice-cold, nearly demonic and terrifying.

"Father, I sensed your presence. That warship contains the essence of your bones!" This extremely powerful Ancestral God seemed to be the leader of the group. His right hand struck the starry void; the entire heavens boomed as countless stars were reduced to ash. For millions of miles around, all light was extinguished, plunging into absolute darkness.

At this moment, he was filled with boundless venom and hatred.

"Where have they gone?" asked an Otherworld Ancestral God cautiously.

The powerful Ancestral God from Heavenly Burial Valley's gaze was cold, seething with endless hatred. "The Death World!"

"The Death World?"

"Correct. My father was an Upper Ancestral God. He vanished before Heavenly Burial Valley in ages past and left us crucial information there."

"So we must enter the Death World to completely eradicate them?"

"Yes. The true battle has begun. We may have to confront old acquaintances."