Chapter 1843 - 501: The Most Useless Divine Skill, Yet I Possess the Mountain Lord Sword

That beauty was as if truth itself were on display.

On the other side, that long river surging out from the Abyss Rift Valley was still gathering without end.

The Mountain Lord's human form could no longer withstand it; just like Yu Ziqing's old rusty sword, the power it could bear had a limit.

After Yu Ziqing sensed this, a thought flashed through his mind: the Mountain Lord had always fought bare-handed, never using any Magical Treasure.

In the instant this thought arose, he saw that boundless power that was still pouring in, seemingly without edge, converging toward the Mountain Lord's hands.

That power fused and gathered without cease, swiftly taking on the shape of a two‑handed stone axe.

At the very moment that two‑handed stone axe appeared, the speed at which power gathered suddenly began to rise exponentially.

Power that even the Mountain Lord could not endure was, with the help of the Mysterious, condensed into a stone axe.

The instant that stone axe took shape, it bore a might directly comparable to a Magical Treasure that a Ninth Tier Peak Strong had nourished and refined for a lifetime.

Its radiance was resplendent, Divine Light dazzling; its piercing edge could not be concealed.

Only, as it devoured the remaining power like a whale, its Divine Light began to turn inward, and its aura seemed to grow weaker and weaker.

By the time the entire Mountain Abyss had collapsed, and the vast long river that crossed the Abyss and came surging over had fully merged into the Mountain Lord's body and hands, that stone axe had already returned to simplicity.

The stone axe seemed forged from a single block of gray, hazy Stone, one whole, its overall appearance extremely rough, like a Stone that had been scoured by a river for countless years.

After ages of grinding by time, it had naturally taken on the shape of a stone axe, suffused with a vast, ancient simplicity.

At this moment, Yu Ziqing knew that only by triggering the judgment would it be truly complete.

At this moment, everything around that had seemed slowed to a crawl at last returned to normal.

Yu Ziqing raised the Mountain Lord's Sword and swung it; almost all the power gained from this judgment was cleaved out along with that strike.

"Big brother, don't think about anything. Just remember to use all your strength and chop him to death."

The Mountain Lord lifted the stone axe with both hands, turning into a streak of light; in an instant he broke through the Cliff Divine King's aura, tore apart that surging, mighty force that had driven back the Nine Heavens Gang Wind and seemed to lay the entire present world bare to the Void.

In that instant, all sound vanished; layer upon layer of Nine Heavens Gang Wind rolled aside to the flanks.

Standing on the earth, one could see that the once‑azure sky above was like a peeled onion, layer upon layer rolling outward in all directions.

Yu Ziqing stood at the center, suspended in midair, head raised as he gazed upward.

The Mountain Lord turned into a beam of light and shot into the heavens.

Higher up was a colossal hollow stretching for a thousand li, from which one could directly glimpse the Endless Void.

And there, an incomparably gigantic Divine Devil was howling ferociously, as if about to fall from that vast hollow down to the ground.

Radiance appeared before that colossal Divine Devil.

This time, the Mountain Lord did not unleash that grand spectacle of Divine Light spanning hundreds of li with a single move.

He merely forgot everything for the moment, instinctively raising the stone axe with both hands; following Yu Ziqing's guidance, he used the strongest power he could command at this instant, and like an ant, swung the stone axe down at that Divine Devil's head, higher than any mountain.

Around the Cliff Divine King, Daoist charm surged, Divine grace coiled; the place where he stood already possessed a Divine resonance of "where I stand is the Divine Country."

As an existence above the Tenth Tier, his Divine resonance and Dao had reached the realm of "my Dao descends upon my body, and where I am is mine."

In the past, the Cliff Divine King had never imagined that he would be forced to such a state.

By merely relying on the inherent traits of a Divine King among All Gods, he had been more than enough to remain Undying in the Mountain Lord's hands.

Even up to these past few months, the Mountain Lord had only just reached the point of truly being able to injure him, yet still could not threaten his life.

He had thought that, for some unknown reason, Emperor Dui could chant his complete True Name without that True Name ever having leaked, and that Emperor Dui was thus his greatest threat.

But who could have thought that Emperor Dui seemed to have granted the Mysterious blessing to the Mountain Lord instead, without personally taking the field against him.

He looked down from afar and saw only Emperor Dui's hollow gaze, his eyes still blind, a faint smile at the corner of his lips as he quietly watched this scene, just as when the Cliff Divine King had first descended into the mortal world.

To the point that, as the Cliff Divine King looked upon that blind Emperor Dui's smile, he kept feeling as though he was being mocked with an arrogance surpassing that of All Gods.

You are not worthy of my personally taking action.

Ten thousand thoughts weighed upon him, but now there was no time for anything; his only path to survival was to block it.

This strike could not be evaded.

It was locked directly onto him by his True Name; it was fundamentally impossible to avoid.

The Mountain Lord swung the stone axe with both hands, and in the instant the axe came down—

The howling of the Gang Wind reversing and surging away, the booming clash of auras colliding, the Cliff Divine King's roar—every sound…

Then all daylight and Starlight were annihilated in an instant.

The scar left by that axe stroke extended out from that colossal hollow, stretching on through the Void for an unknown distance, long beyond the limits of vision.

The Cliff Divine King remained as he was, frozen in place; all his power seemed to be fixed in that moment, with no more ripples.

This was a strike with Yu Ziqing's Mysterious as its core and the Mountain Lord's power, vast beyond limit, as its surface.

It could be said to be the strongest strike Yu Ziqing had ever unleashed, far stronger than even the Mountain Lord at his Peak.