Chapter 1302 - 930: Catastrophe

The true job of Black and White Impermanence is Soul Hooking; he simply stretched his palm toward the outside, and all the souls of the Gong Family disciples were pulled out of their bodies, flying straight into Black Impermanence’s own soul, augmenting the Primordial Qi within him.

Only now Black and White Impermanence was like a cracked water bucket—though he kept absorbing souls to increase his "water flow," the "water" leaking out into Heaven and Earth was even faster; it simply couldn’t keep up.

Put simply, the speed at which water was poured in wasn’t as fast as the speed at which it flowed out.

"Damn it! This is damned!" Black Impermanence cursed as he stepped out of the shattered space. Seeing the countless commoners in Kyoto, the next instant he abruptly unleashed his Divine Techniques, trying to rip out the souls of countless Kyoto citizens to fill the Origin he was losing.

Though his Origin was already running at a loss, as long as he could die a bit later, he’d die a bit later. After all, who’s willing to die early?

As for Zhang Chen?

He no longer cared about that man. The other was holding an Innate Spiritual Treasure, his strength already at the Twelfth Tier. Taking Zhang Chen down was not something that could be done in a short time; most likely, before he could finish off Zhang Chen, he would already have bled out his Origin and died.

Black Impermanence grabbed with his palm, and half the citizens of Kyoto were caught in that single grasp; countless souls rose into the air, flying toward him.

Zhang Chen saw this scene and did not move to stop it. This was Kyoto—did it really come down to him to act?

He was just about to take the opportunity to see the Great Victory royal clan’s hidden foundation!

"Bastard! Who dares to run wild in Kyoto!" Dugu Qiu’s voice rang out, his Innate Spiritual Treasure wrapped in the power of Judgment, guiding streak after streak of Celestial Thunder to smash toward Black Impermanence.

Black Impermanence looked at the Innate Spiritual Treasure flashing with terrifying might, his motion of seizing souls pausing for an instant. The next moment, a chain shot out from his hand, piercing toward Dugu Qiu. "Mere ant, only borrowing the might of a Spiritual Treasure. You’re but a firefly—how can you shine before Ancestor me?"

Though Black Impermanence’s Origin and Essence Qi were leaking away, his rank was still above the Twelfth Tier. As this strike fell, the sky‑full of thunder light scattered, and Dugu Qiu was sent flying backward.

Yet with him rousing the power in his body, his Essence, Qi, and Spirit boiled, and the speed at which they flowed away into Heaven and Earth became even faster—nearly ten times faster, at least.

"Not good!" Black Impermanence sensed something was wrong and hurriedly suppressed the Qi Mechanism within himself.

His act of mobilizing the Divine Power in his body was like throwing another stone into the water; the splash grew larger, and naturally the speed at which his Origin leaked also increased.

"Kill!"

Black Impermanence wanted to suppress his boiling Origin, but Dugu Qiu at his side refused to give him the chance. With an Innate Spiritual Treasure protecting his body, although Black Impermanence’s earlier palm strike was powerful, killing Dugu Qiu with it had been pure wishful thinking.

Seeing Dugu Qiu once more wrapped in Celestial Thunder and charging in to kill, Black Impermanence’s expression turned ugly, his eyes full of fury, his pupils brimming with threads of killing intent. "You’re courting death!"

"If you retreat at once, Ancestor I will let it go. Otherwise, even if Ancestor I has to pay any price today, I’ll still cut you down!" Watching Dugu Qiu’s domineering strike cleaving in, Black Impermanence tried to intimidate him with words—yet what he faced was still Dugu Qiu’s overbearing blow.

"Since you insist on seeking death yourself, don’t blame me." Murderous light flared across Black Impermanence’s face, his gaze filled with vicious and terrifying killing intent. But just as he was about to unleash his Divine Techniques, suddenly brilliant Divine light soared up from within the imperial city, shaking the firmament.

Three strands of Divine light shot forth, each radiating vast Qi Mechanisms, pressing down on half the sky, joining together to suppress Black Impermanence while coordinating with Dugu Qiu’s siege.

"Three Twelfth Tier Divine Spirits!" Zhang Chen, watching from the shadows, saw those three shafts of light and his pupils couldn’t help but contract, his eyes full of shock. Who would have thought the Kyoto royal clan still had such a foundation?

Still, the Great Victory royal clan sits over all under Heaven; after obtaining the Yellow Heaven Dao’s Secret Technique and using the Incense of the world to nurture three Twelfth Tier Divine Spirits, this wasn’t exactly beyond comprehension.

That Gu Mingyue, by harmonizing with the Yangtze River, had already acquired Twelfth Tier power. With the Great Victory Dynasty ruling the world, raising even stronger beings was only natural.

Watching Black Impermanence being encircled, Zhang Chen silently sucked in a cold breath. "Black Impermanence is finished."

No matter how formidable Black Impermanence was, thinking he could in one go take down four Twelfth Tier combatants—that was out of the question!

And once Black Wuchang fell into a situation of being besieged on all sides, being worn down to death would only be a matter of time.

"But a Divine Spirit being able to unleash Divine Techniques within Kyoto really is beyond my expectations." A look of astonishment was on Zhang Chen’s face. One must know, the Dragon Qi in Kyoto was so dense it was practically the descent of a terrestrial vein, suppressing all methods, all Divine Techniques; even Zhang Chen’s Immortal Dao had part of its might suppressed.

"This is the Great Victory royal clan’s Divine Spirit. Having received the Great Victory royal clan’s exemption, it can naturally make a move in the place where the Dragon Qi of the world is the densest." The Fox Immortal Nannan had somehow appeared at Zhang Chen’s side, her big round eyes spinning as she looked toward the distant battlefield:

"You brat, your methods are something else. You’ve only just arrived in Kyoto and already stirred up such a huge affair. I only feel that the Chai royal clan is a second Prince Pingbian’s Mansion. If they keep making an enemy of you, sooner or later they’ll follow in Prince Pingbian’s Mansion’s footsteps." The Fox Immortal Nannan stared at Zhang Chen with eyes burning hot. Now she admired Zhang Chen’s methods more and more, already showing the posture of turning into Zhang Chen’s little fangirl.

As for how the Fox Immortal Nannan knew the scene before her was Zhang Chen’s handiwork?

The Fox Immortal Nannan was Zhang Chen’s skill; every move Zhang Chen made could not be hidden from the Fox Immortal Nannan.

Zhang Chen ignored the Fox Immortal Nannan’s flattery and merely watched the struggle in the field in silence, a trace of contemplation in his eyes. With the appearance of three Twelfth Tier gods, and adding Dugu Qiu who wielded Judgment to pin him down, Black Wuchang had fallen into a bitter battle. For the moment, Kyoto seemed to sink and the sky to collapse; countless houses toppled, commoners were crushed to death alive, and countless more were directly turned to ash in divine light.

Outside Kyoto

On a certain great mountain, the Great Victory royal clan’s patriarch Chai Zhu and a youth so handsome as to seem demonically bizarre were sitting before a chessboard watching the fighting in Kyoto. When that handsome youth saw Black Wuchang, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes: "I didn’t expect him to still be alive."

Seeing Wuchang about to fall into disadvantage and be worn to death by the three Twelfth Tier Divine Spirits of the Great Victory royal clan, multicolored light flickered all around his body; he was just about to charge toward Kyoto to rescue Black Wuchang.

Seeing this scene, Chai Zhu across from him let out a faint sigh: "So that existence who surpassed the Twelfth Tier is also an old acquaintance of yours. The Eight Great Clans are the root of calamity for my Human Race; this existence who has surpassed the Twelfth Tier must die. We absolutely cannot allow him to keep living, otherwise my Great Victory royal clan’s situation will only grow more difficult."

Chai Zhu’s hand suddenly produced a round mirror. That mirror shot out a beam of light toward the bizarrely handsome youth opposite, instantly interrupting the youth’s Divine Technique.

The bizarrely handsome youth flew into a rage at this scene: "Chai Zhu, you dare ruin my plans? You’re simply guilty beyond forgiveness!"

"Peacock Ancestor, you’d best just watch from the sidelines. With me here, I absolutely won’t give you a chance to strike." Chai Zhu gave a cold laugh.

Though the Peacock Ancestor’s anger surged, he was helpless.

Within Kyoto

The great battle continued. The Zhang Family had now become the main battlefield. The entire old Zhang Family estate had already been leveled, and who knew how many Zhang Family descendants had died unjustly in the aftermath of that vast might.

"How strange. The Great Victory royal clan has three Twelfth Tier Divine Spirits. Within this Kyoto, who could be the Great Victory royal clan’s match? Uprooting the Eight Great Clans would be as easy as flipping a hand. Why doesn’t the Great Victory royal clan make a move?" The Fox Immortal Nannan’s face showed a curious look.

Hearing this, Zhang Chen gave a soft sigh: "The troublesome thing about the Eight Great Clans isn’t the clansmen of the Eight Great Clans in Kyoto, but the tentacles of the Eight Great Clans spread all over the world, as well as Prince Pingbian in the Northern Land watching like a tiger eyeing its prey. Wiping out the population of the Eight Great Clans in Kyoto is easy, but people of the Eight Great Clans are spread across the realm. At the slightest stir they would revolt. So long as the Eight Great Clans wish to rebel, they can slice the country apart. At that time, nurturing Twelfth Tier Divine Spirits would not be difficult either. If they can’t uproot the Eight Great Clans entirely and give the Eight Great Clans a chance to counterattack, the Great Victory royal clan will be in danger. Then the forces in the shadows will definitely seize the opportunity, leading to the division of the realm, giving the Demon Race even more room to maneuver. The Human Race is very likely to face the danger of being overturned."

Hearing this, the Fox Immortal Nannan understood: "To think there were such twists and turns inside it all."

"It’s just, I see those three Divine Spirits striking as if deliberately attacking the Zhang Family and dragging the Zhang Family disciples in to die along with them. Could it be that the Great Victory royal clan is taking the chance to get rid of the Zhang Family?" The Fox Immortal Nannan asked again, looking at the Zhang Family disciples dying in swathes, and voiced her question.

"That’s impossible." Zhang Chen shook his head, denying Nannan’s words. "The direct lines of the Eight Great Clans in Kyoto are actually hostages. They are what the Great Victory royal clan uses to restrain the Eight Great Clans’ power spread across the realm. If the Eight Great Clans’ direct lines in Kyoto all die out, then the Eight Great Clans’ forces outside, without the constraint of their direct lines, will lose control."

Zhang Chen did not believe the Kyoto royal clan would deal a ruthless blow to the direct lines of the Eight Great Clans. The deaths of Zhang Family disciples in the aftermath right now were simply because combat above the Twelfth Tier was too fierce; even the three Divine Spirits were unable to protect the Eight Great Clans.

Over there, Black Wuchang held chains in his hands, constantly battling the three Divine Spirits, forcing the three Divine Spirits down. Meanwhile, Dugu Qiu’s body was circulating Mysterious Power as he wielded Judgment to strike from the shadows, giving Black Wuchang no chance to escape. Several times Black Wuchang attempted to break out, but every time he was blocked and forced back by the Divine Artifact Judgment, becoming a caged bird trapped within the Zhang Family ancestral estate.

"Bastards! You ants actually want to grind me to death? What a delusional fantasy! If this ancestor were at his peak, I could crush you ants with a flip of my hand. Yet now you actually dare cross hands with me; truly Heaven does not favor me! This battle is not that I am incapable, but that the will of Heaven is not on my side!" Black Wuchang’s voice was full of sorrow.

Within the Six Paths of Reincarnation, ninety-nine percent of his Origin had already drained away, and his strength had fallen by seventy to eighty percent. Now, as his Essence, Qi and Origin once again ebbed away, and as the speed of its loss only grew faster as he fought, how could he still have the ability to take down three people?