Ch. 1551 - The Living Corpse

A single strike, just one, and it carried power enough to destroy heaven and earth.

The Radiant Court had once been famed for its impenetrable defenses. Even a Saint Sovereign could not scratch it.

Yet now, with one blow, the giant not only repelled all the Saint Sovereigns but reduced the Radiant Court to rubble.

The Light Lord Sage Monarch’s face darkened.

This opening strike was a blatant show of dominance. The god’s strength was just as suffocating as it had been a million years ago.

Across from him, the morale of the Sun-Moon Temple soared.

“Ancestor!” countless voices shouted in excitement.

The Sun-Moon God raised his head again. With a sweep of his massive hand, he reached toward the Light Lord Sage Monarch.

“Eternal Sun!” the Light Lord roared.

The flames of the sun ignited around him, blazing fiercely, erupting like a living inferno.

His body transformed, becoming the sun itself.

A scorching sun materialized in the void, merging with the heavens, its heat melting everything around it.

As the giant hand drew near, even it began to show signs of melting.

But the Light Lord had no time to take pride in this.

Because the Sun-Moon God abruptly clenched his still-distant hand.

Though tens of meters separated them, the Light Lord found himself trapped.

The space around him compressed violently, squeezing inward with suffocating force.

He couldn’t move.

He felt an overwhelming power crushing every inch of the surrounding space, its density growing unbearable.

“Save the Sage Monarch!” the Saint Sovereigns behind him shouted.

The Sage Monarch could not die, not like this. His death would shatter morale entirely.

All the Saint Sovereigns unleashed their strongest abilities.

Dozens of True Fates manifested in the sky.

A sword descended from the west, splitting heaven and earth.

A pillar soared upward, connecting sky and underworld.

Earthfire rose like a burning sun, autumn winds howling with desolate force.

A serene lotus appeared, white as jade, pure as the Dao.

As the divine souls emerged, countless celestial phenomena unfolded in the heavens.

The spectacle was awe-inspiring.

Thunder rolled endlessly through the void. The skies had not stopped shaking for even a moment.

When the multicolored attacks exploded like a flood in the heavens, the space around the Light Lord that had been crushed by the Sun-Moon God instantly shattered.

The spatial prison dissolved, and the Light Lord inhaled air like a drowning man breaking the surface.

He tore free of the collapsing space and phased away in a desperate retreat.

Only when he was safe did he gasp for breath.

Yet despite his escape, everyone remained grim.

Because after enduring the combined attacks of so many Saint Sovereigns, the Sun-Moon God stood completely unharmed, looking down on them all.

What no one expected was this: he shifted his gaze away from the Radiant Court crowd… and onto Xu Zimo.

He swept his hand forward, reaching directly for Xu Zimo.

This attack made no sense.

The Sun-Moon Temple’s enemy was clearly the Radiant Court. Xu Zimo, at best, was only an outsider.

“So this is Heavenly Court’s intention, huh?” Xu Zimo sneered.

He was strong, certainly.

But he knew the Sun-Moon Temple, at this level, had already exceeded what he could casually deal with.

When the giant hand descended, the surrounding space hardened like stone, just as before.

Even the spirit energy in his body struggled to circulate.

Neither the Ten Primordial God-Scriptures nor any other techniques could be activated.

He knew this was the suppression of Primordial Edicts.

Before absolute power, only absolute power could resist.

Anything else, techniques, spells, divine abilities, was meaningless.

As the giant hand approached, something flickered behind Xu Zimo.

No one saw clearly what it was.

But in the next instant, he broke free from the spatial confinement and escaped from beneath the descending hand.

Everyone was stunned.

This was Primordial Edict power.

Even the Light Lord Sage Monarch had been trapped, and it had taken the combined strength of more than a dozen Saint Sovereigns to free him.

Xu Zimo wasn’t even a Sage Monarch… yet he escaped alone.

…

Panting heavily, he stared at the massive hand in front of him. The escape had drained him terribly.

He had just invoked the God World.

The opponent possessed Primordial Edicts.

But Xu Zimo’s God World was itself a complete world, anything could be found within it.

Including Primordial Edicts.

But Xu Zimo could barely wield such power in his current state.

The tiny thread of Primordial Edicts he’d used to break the god’s confinement had left him nearly empty.

The Sun-Moon God paused for a moment, surprised. But only for a moment, then he reached for Xu Zimo again.

Xu Zimo retreated rapidly.

Just then, the Light Lord Sage Monarch called out to him.

“Young Master Xu, lend me your strength! Together, we can destroy this Sun-Moon God!”

“Arrogant,” Yin-Yang Sage Monarch snorted before Xu Zimo could reply.

Hearing someone talk about killing their Ancestor made their blood boil.

“How do we work together?” Xu Zimo asked the Light Lord, ignoring the Yin-Yang Sage Monarch entirely.

If not for the presence of the Sun-Moon God, he wouldn’t mind fighting Yin-Yang then and there.

“Our Ancestor left behind a formation,” Light Lord said. “One designed specifically to counter the Sun-Moon God.”

“A formation?” Xu Zimo frowned.

What kind of formation could kill an Infinite Dao–level existence?

He had never heard of such a thing.

“Hasn’t Young Master Xu noticed something unusual about this Sun-Moon God?” Light Lord asked suddenly.

Xu Zimo paused.

Studying the god carefully, he indeed noticed strange details.

Though the god radiated the aura of Primordial Edicts…

Each time he used a bit of Primordial Edicts, it lessened.

His movements were stiff, lifeless, more like a soulless corpse than a true Infinite Dao powerhouse.

Though his body brimmed with vitality, faint traces of death lingered within it.

“So you’ve realized it,” Yin-Yang Sage Monarch said quietly, narrowing his eyes.

“Yes. Our Ancestor, the Sun-Moon God, did indeed die back then. But we refined his corpse, and this is the result.”

He admitted it openly.

What stood before them was merely a refined corpse of the Sun-Moon God, not the true deity.

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