Ch. 1617 - Heaven & Earth Call My Name, All Beings Praise Me, Shen Xing!

This was a terrifying sight.

At the Saint Sovereign realm, one had already severed all ties with the mortal world and refined oneself into sainthood. Their bodies were unshakeable. A Saint Sovereign’s bones were the toughest part of their body, so tough that even if a Saint Sovereign was killed, their bones could not be destroyed.

But the power of this Blood River was overwhelming.

It was so strong it made people tremble, too afraid to get close. Countless Saint Sovereigns retreated from the Blood River, unwilling to be swept into it.

And the true target of the Blood River was naturally Xu Zimo.

The Blood River surged into the sky, its waves rolling and churning in the void, as if it wanted to swallow everything into oblivion. It came crashing down from above.

At that moment, Xu Zimo felt waves of terrifying power erupting toward him. No one understood this feeling more clearly than he did.

It was the oppression of Primordial Edicts.

Not the Nomological Truths of a Grand Emperor, nor the Primal Dao of a Saint Sovereign.

Primordial Edicts were the strongest force in this world. They constructed everything. As the saying went without edicts, nothing can be formed. And from these grand edicts came every blade of grass, every flower, every tree.

An Infinite Dao controlled the most terrifying power in existence.

Seeing the Blood River roaring toward him, Xu Zimo slowly drew the Primordial Edicts contained within the God World into his body. His inner world, being a true world, also held endless regenerative Primordial Edicts. But he rarely used them. His body, flesh and soul alike, simply couldn’t withstand Primordial Edicts. Not even the Tree of Life or the healing arts inherited from the Wood God Jumang were enough.

Because Primordial Edicts were Primordial Edicts.

If someone could casually wield them through tricks, then the power would be meaningless, unworthy of being the foundation upon which the universe was built.

But with the Blood River about to consume him, the Primordial Edicts within Xu Zimo surged. His figure became faint and illusory. In a single instant, he stepped out of the domain of Primordial Edicts and escaped the razor edge between life and death.

Yet even this brief use of Primordial Edicts left him drenched in sweat, as if he had been pulled from water. He panted heavily.

Infinite Dao cultivators are truly strong, he thought.

Above, the Crimson-Hell War God frowned, intrigued.

“Looks like you’re hiding quite a few secrets. To think you can use Primordial Edicts, even for a moment. But…”

His eyes sharpened. He swept his hand outward, and endless Primordial Edicts gathered from all directions, condensing around him.

The Primordial Edicts compressed the world itself, sending waves of terror through everyone watching. This was the structure of the world. A single misstep could leave this realm with wounds that could never heal.

Although the world could repair itself, that ability only applied to ordinary attacks. Damage caused by Primordial Edicts was almost impossible to mend, because the power of self-repair itself came from Primordial Edicts.

Xu Zimo slowly raised his head, looking at the Crimson-Hell War God.

The War God laughed. “So what if you dodged once? I possess limitless Primordial Edicts, endless, inexhaustible. How will you escape? Since you use the God-Scripture of my clan, it’s only fitting that I use a God-Scripture to send you off. Consider it a courtesy.”

A giant swastika sigil formed before him, the Aryan-Swastika God-Seal, one of the Ten Primordial God-Scriptures.

“Boy, do you want to die?” The seal radiated crushing pressure. This Aryan-Swastika God-Seal was nothing like the one Xu Zimo could summon. This one was formed of Primordial Edicts, not Primal Dao. Its aura was monstrous and blood-soaked, perhaps the true, perfected form of the Ten Primordial God-Scriptures under Primordial Edicts.

“You are the one who will die!” Xu Zimo shot back.

All he could do now was stall for time. He knew that even if he were given one more chance, or ten, he still couldn’t withstand this attack. The force was too overwhelming. Dodging a blow from an Infinite Dao powerhouse once was already something to be proud of.

He suddenly thought of Saint Sovereign San Dao. That man, still in the Saint Sovereign realm, could hold his own for hundreds of moves against an Infinite Dao, that was a true invincible Saint Sovereign. Xu Zimo, relying on God-Scriptures alone, was a false imitation. Otherwise, how could he be so helpless now?

He resolved that after this battle, he would seek teaching from Saint Sovereign San Dao.

He shook his head. At the edge of life and death, he was still thinking about the future. If things really became hopeless, he could only awaken the power of the previous Infernal Lord.

“We could make a deal,” the Crimson-Hell War God smiled.

“What deal?” Xu Zimo frowned.

Though he spoke of negotiation, the Aryan-Swastika God-Seal only grew stronger.

“Hand over all Ten Primordial God-Scriptures. Let me cripple your cultivation. Then I’ll spare your life,” the War God said.

“The hell? You think I’ll believe you?” Xu Zimo sneered.

“In that case, just die.” The War God flicked his finger. The Aryan-Swastika God-Seal shot forward, tearing through the heavens, the blood-formed swastika spinning as it dissolved everything in its path.

I can’t dodge this. Xu Zimo knew instantly.

Just as he prepared to awaken the previous Infernal Lord’s power, a figure suddenly appeared before him.

The speed was astonishing. Even Xu Zimo, a Sage Monarch, couldn’t see how he arrived. No tearing of space. No residual shadows. It was as though he had already existed everywhere within heaven and earth.

His appearance shocked everyone.

The moment the Aryan-Swastika God-Seal arrived, the figure stood before Xu Zimo and blocked the attack. With a wave of his hand, he crushed the seal into nothing. It was as though a miniature kingdom flickered within his palm.

“Who are you?!” the Crimson-Hell War God shouted in alarm.

Before him stood a man dressed in scholar’s robes, refined, gentle, like a quiet teacher.

“Heaven and earth call my name. All beings praise me. I am... Godspeed Progenitor.”

The voice was calm and light.

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