Ch. 1018 - A Million Gods And Demons Willingly Serve As Generals

On Sky-Trap Island, the gathered prodigies finally ceased their attacks, eyes locked intently on the island below.

As the dust began to settle, the already broken and fragmented heavenly pit revealed yet more new craters.

The sandstorm slowly dispersed.

And at last, the scene beneath gradually became clear.

“Where is he?” someone asked in shock.

Wherever their gazes fell, apart from the countless pits, there was no trace of Xu Zimo anywhere.

“Could it be he was blasted into dust, soul completely annihilated?” another said in disbelief.

“Don’t let your guard down. Search below, make sure,” someone else suggested.

“Guys, have you played enough yet?”

At that moment, a voice suddenly rang out beside them.

Everyone’s body stiffened. They turned their heads instantly.

And there stood Xu Zimo, no one knew when he had stepped free of the Hexa-Genesis Immortal Formation, leaning casually against a mountain peak at the island’s edge, watching them all with interest.

As though their faces were painted with clownish makeup, performing a ridiculous play upon a stage.

“You… how did you get out?” Mo Chen asked, his voice trembling with fear.

The Hexa-Genesis Immortal Formation, this was the pinnacle of formations on the Primordial Heartlands!

“Do you still remember me?” Xu Zimo asked with a smile.

“Of course I remember,” Mo Chen replied, his expression bitter.

When he had first entered the Mo Imperial Clan, he had obtained a fortuitous encounter that gave him access to the Hexa-Genesis Immortal Formation.

He had used his very body as the formation plate, with the Hexa-Genesis Immortal Formation as its core, inscribing arrays onto every part of his flesh.

Enduring countless agonies, he had finally achieved today’s level.

Yet when Xu Zimo had once visited the Mo Imperial Clan, he had forced him to hand over the formation diagram of the Hexa-Genesis Immortal Formation.

But what did that have to do with breaking the formation?

Mo Chen suddenly had a terrible suspicion, could it be that Xu Zimo had deciphered the method of breaking the formation merely from the diagram?

But that seemed absurd, utterly unrealistic.

Xu Zimo simply smiled. With a wave of his right hand, the Heaven-Derivation Astrolabe flew forth from the void.

For him to escape the Hexa-Genesis Immortal Formation was, of course, thanks to this artifact. The Heaven-Derivation Astrolabe could deduce the mysteries of any formation in the world.

The Heaven-Derivation Astrolabe surged, endless starlight flickering, cascading like flowing radiance.

The crowd suddenly realized that the Hexa-Genesis Immortal Formation beneath had expanded infinitely, now enveloping all of them.

At that instant, Mo Chen realized he had lost all control of the formation.

“What did you do?” he cried out in horror.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” Xu Zimo replied with a faint smile.

Now that the Hexa-Genesis Immortal Formation had trapped everyone, it meant that unless someone from outside sought out the formation’s eye and broke it, they would never escape.

“Now tell me,” Xu Zimo’s gaze swept across the crowd. “How do you want to die?”

“Don’t panic, we’re so many, how could we fear him alone?” Lei Yan said coldly.

“Fight him together!” someone roared, and the entire assembly charged at Xu Zimo.

“It seems you still don’t understand the difference between us,” Xu Zimo said softly.

“Invoke Heavenly Chaos, Create Earthly Avatar!”

The God-Demon Creation Atlas rotated in his mind.

In that instant, his body towered nearly a thousand meter tall. His frame grew massive, infernal energy billowed, and dark clouds surged forth.

The aura and pressure alone sent those nearest him flying.

That towering figure of Xu Zimo appeared like an ancient god-demon reborn.

Infernal force surged skyward, his shoulders propping up the heavens, his eyes blazing like the sun and moon.

He stepped forward, and the heavens and earth shook violently. The very firmament torn asunder, an oppressive might bearing down upon all.

“Today, Slaughter Without Sleep.”

His words fell softly, and at once, Shadow Tyrant expanded hundreds of times over.

Since its fusion with the True God Sword, it could now shift in size freely.

Gripping the enormous Shadow Tyrant, lightning roared, and thunder cracked around him.

At the same time, the colossal phantom of the Heaven-Shattering Giant condensed behind him, its inner cyclone spinning madly.

The titan’s boundless Heaven-Shattering Power fused with infernal force and the Power of Creation itself.

That titan was nearly as tall as Xu Zimo himself.

From afar, it looked as though two giant beings were striding through the heavens, emerging from the endless storm of thunder.

Xu Zimo swung his hand, and countless figures were blasted away.

Meanwhile, every attack that landed upon him left him utterly unscathed, like scratches upon stone, meaningless.

“What… what kind of monster is this?” Dark Lord muttered, his gaze heavy.

Behind him stretched endless darkness. Though born of the Radiant Realm, he had always shunned the light, embracing the shadows instead.

It had led him down a different path, a unique cultivation way, eventually making him the Holy Son of Radiant Realm.

Yet even he could not help but feel dread.

And not only him, but all the Holy Sons of the imperial lineages were also preparing themselves in full.

Blood Tomb Sacred Ground’s Holy Son, Qiu Qian’ge, revealed his true fate, twin blood suns crossing and interweaving in the sky.

At that moment, Solar Palace, Wind-Snow Sacred Ground, Coiling Dragon Sea, Cold Cloud Sacred Ground, Twilight Sacred Ground… one after another, the imperial lineages all stepped forth.

Blizzards that could freeze mountains, flames like suns blazing across the horizon, ancient beasts striding like demon bulls across peaks.

And with a single cry, “Sword, come!”, the boundless void shattered, sword intent tearing the heavens apart, reducing all to smoke and dust.

…

Countless true fates, countless techniques, whether legacies of Grand Emperors or self-created arts, endless in variety.

Like a torrential rainstorm, they all surged toward Xu Zimo.

In their eyes, there was no longer fear, only surging, boundless battle intent.

“Attack from all directions, don’t let him respond easily!” Dark Lord ordered.

Beneath the vast heavens, the will of dawn pierced the firmament. Xu Zimo tilted his head back and grinned.

“Above the Nine Heavens, gods gather. Below the Nine Hells, souls surround. Billions of beings bow their heads, A million gods and demons serve as my generals. This is my era. Whether you yield or resist, today you will all become corpses paving the road to my ascension.”

With a sweep of his hand, all their attacks were erased in an instant.

“How is this possible?” someone cried, eyes bloodshot.

Their minds buzzed in disbelief. The proudest, most devastating attacks of thousands had been casually wiped away.

“Has he really grown so powerful already?” someone muttered, dazed.

Xu Zimo’s feet stamped upon Sky-Trap Island. Before, no matter how they attacked, the island only trembled.

But now, cracks spread across its surface.

One slash descended. Several cultivators were annihilated outright, their souls destroyed without resistance.

“Run!” someone finally lost heart, despair filling them. The towering figure before them was too insurmountable, crushing even the will to fight.

“Run where? The Hexa-Genesis Immortal Formation seals all escape,” Mo Chen answered bitterly. “If any of you still have some hidden card, use it now. Otherwise, none of us will leave alive.”

In this moment, Xu Zimo was unstoppable, invincible.

With every strike, more fell, defense was futile.

“Are we truly destined to perish here today? I am not reconciled to this…!” someone howled at the heavens, veins bulging on his forehead.

Since childhood, they had all cultivated tirelessly…

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