570: Chapter 571 God

Above this battlefield, flames shot into the sky, golden light tore through the void, vines blotted out the sun, stone walls suppressed the earth, wind and thunder intertwined, and ice and fire roared together.

Twelve strands of Divine Might intertwined and converged, like a massive killing formation, completely sealing off the area where the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord was located.

The momentum was so great that even the firmament of the Middle Three Heavens was cracking continuously, as if it could be torn apart by this power at any moment.

However, the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord's smile grew even wider.

He stood in the center of the fire cage, letting the True Sun Fire and the Nanming Li Fire engulf his figure, yet he raised a palm amidst the raging flames.

In the center of his palm, a circle of dim yellow light slowly lit up, like a bottomless vortex, emitting an ancient, decaying power filled with the Aura of Reincarnation.

"A welcome sight."

His voice pierced through the sea of fire, calm and indifferent.

"It saves me the trouble of having to find you one by one."

"Too much nonsense!"

However, before the words had even faded, the Divine Lord of Fire had already taken the initiative.

Knowing that the opponent was a troublesome adversary, how could they possibly give him a chance to charge up a major technique?

His palms closed together, ten fingers flying like a blooming lotus, chanting true words in his mouth.

"Crimson Brightness opens the kalpa, Flame Essence illuminates the nether, Fluctuating Fire descends its might, burning the Nine Hills, Great Crimson Heaven Fire, Command!"

Boom!

A crimson pillar of fire poured down from the firmament, as if a rift burning the heavens had opened above the Nine Heavens.

Within the pillar of fire surged the sight of billions of stars burning; the intensely scorching light illuminated the entire battlefield like the inside of a furnace.

That was the Great Crimson Heaven Fire, a legendary primordial fire that remained from the beginning of the creation of the world, its power far surpassing the True Sun Fire.

This move by the Divine Lord of Fire was his trump card Divine Ability.

Seeing the Divine Lord of Fire strike first, the other Divine Lords were not to be outdone and followed closely behind.

The Divine Lord of Metal pointed his fingers like a sword, slicing through the air, and shouted in a low voice.

"Tai Bai condenses the edge, Geng Metal takes form, all weapons bow in worship, one sword severs the void, Geng Metal Severing Divine Sword, Rise!"

A phantom of a white-gold giant sword condensed from the Void Realm, with dense Geng Metal Law runes engraved on the blade.

Every line emitted a sharp edge capable of severing everything.

The giant sword traversed the firmament like the first edge at the dawn of creation, carrying an Aura of determination to sever all things, and slashed down towards the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord.

The Divine Lord of Wood was not to be outdone, his hands forming the "Azure Emperor Longevity Incantation!"

Billions of vines crazily grew from the Void Realm, each vine attached with the Law power of the Azure Emperor's longevity.

Like the spirits of ancient trees that had lived for billions of years, they entangled, bound, and strangled, intending to trap the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord completely.

"Virtue supports all things, Mysterious Yellow suppresses the prison!"

The Divine Lord of Earth pressed his palms down, and the entire earth rumbled and trembled.

A phantom of a giant mountain condensed from Mysterious Yellow Qi formed out of thin air, like an ancient mountain resurrected, crashing down with the intention of suppressing the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord into the depths of the earth's core.

The Divine Lord of Thunder raised his hand and threw a purple lightning spear, shouting sharply.

"Nine Heavens Response, Thunder Sound Universal Transformation, Thunder Strike!"

The Divine Lord of Wind waved his hand to summon blades of wind filling the sky, each blade like a crack in the Void Realm, cutting through everything.

The Divine Lord of Ice condensed ten-thousand-year mysterious ice, turning it into ice cones filling the sky like a torrential rain.

The twelve Divine Lords, each performing their life-long ultimate techniques, poured them out almost at the same time.

Fire, Metal, Wood, Earth, Thunder, Wind, Ice...

Twelve distinct powers of Law converged into a torrent, like a killing formation superimposed by twelve layers of Divine Might, crushing the Void Realm where the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord was located until it shattered inch by inch.

However, the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord just sneered.

He pushed his single palm forward, and the circle of dim yellow vortex suddenly expanded, like a giant shield of Reincarnation standing before him.

The twelve strands of Divine Might crashed into the vortex, only to be swallowed, dissolved, and converted as if mud oxen entering the sea, without even causing a ripple.

"Is that all?"

The Soul-Devouring Demon Lord's voice came from behind the vortex, carrying undisguised mockery.

"If that is all, I fear you will leave your lives here today."

"Arrogant!!"

The Divine Lord of Fire's face darkened, and he shouted angrily.

"Great Crimson Heaven Fire, Triple Heaven Burning!"

As the words fell, the crimson pillar of fire suddenly split into three, encircling from three directions, the fire power surging more than three times, burning pitch-black cracks into the Void Realm.

The Divine Lord of Metal slashed his fingers again, and the giant sword phantom split into ten thousand sword lights, covering the entire firmament like a rain of swords.

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin, Slash!"

The other Divine Lords also sacrificed their stronger methods, desperately urging their authority, trying to shatter the dim yellow vortex.

On the battlefield, light intertwined and Laws collided, each clash making the entire Middle Three Heavens tremble endlessly.

The mountain phantoms collapsed and re-gathered, vines withered and grew anew, flames extinguished and ignited again, ice layers shattered and condensed.

The twelve Divine Lords and the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord went back and forth, their Divine Abilities intersecting like twelve bolts of lightning colliding repeatedly with a river of dim yellow, fighting to a standstill.

However, the more they fought, the more the twelve Divine Lords felt a chill in their hearts.

They had already used seventy to eighty percent of their strength, and some had even used their trump cards.

Yet the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord stood above the Yellow Springs, never dodging or avoiding, relying only on that circle of dim yellow vortex to resolve all attacks one by one.

He even counterattacked occasionally with ease, and each counterattack forced one or two Divine Lords to dodge in a sorry state.

"Where... exactly does this person come from?"

The Divine Lord of Thunder gasped and said in a low voice, the light of the purple lightning spear in his hand already much dimmer than before.

"The twelve of us combined cannot even force him to use his full strength."

There was a hint of trembling in the Divine Lord of Wind's voice.

Fear spread quietly among the twelve Divine Lords like a plague.

There was a faint tendency to retreat.

The Divine Lord of Fire saw that the situation was not good, gritted his teeth, and was about to speak to boost morale, when he suddenly noticed that the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord's expression had changed.

The mocking smile that had been hanging on the corner of his mouth slowly faded.

Replacing it was a calmness that was cold to the extreme.

"Since you won't make a move, I will accept this group of fellows."

The Soul-Devouring Demon Lord said in a low voice.

"What?"

The Divine Lord of Fire did not understand what he meant for a moment.

Who makes a move? Who is he talking to!

Then, before he could figure it out, the moment the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord's voice fell, the circle of dim yellow vortex suddenly expanded!

The power of Reincarnation gushed out from his palm like a bursting flood, instantly covering the entire battlefield.

It was a silent yet irresistible force.

Wherever it passed, the Divine Lord of Fire's True Sun Fire began to become dim and shaky, as if the fire itself had been dragged into some kind of ancient decay by that power of Reincarnation.

The Divine Lord of Metal's giant sword phantom began to blur and dissipate the moment it touched the power of Reincarnation.

It was as if it had been eroded by thousands of years of time, rotting and rusting inch by inch.

The Divine Lord of Wood's expression also changed drastically, because his lush green vines, which were originally full of vitality, were now withering and fading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Like being drained of all life force, they turned into dead branches scattered all over the ground.

The life runes on those vines were extinguished one by one, and even his own Aura was declining rapidly.

"What kind of power is this?!"

The Divine Lord of Wood exclaimed in horror, discovering that the Dao of Life he controlled seemed to have been forcibly stripped away when facing that dim yellow light.

Every time he released the power of vitality, part of his authority was swallowed and assimilated by that vortex, until it perished.

However, facing the horror of the Divine Lords, the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord had no intention of answering at all.

Dealing with this group of people, how could it take so long?

With his ability, although this was only a body obtained through Possession, the power he possessed was dimensionality-reducing.

Not to mention grabbing them and refining them instantly, but suppressing the twelve Divine Lords was easy.

However, he wanted to see how long the True Monarch of Crimson Flame and Thunder could endure; if he came down to fight personally, it would be much easier to handle.

But the result disappointed him; the other party seemed to have no intention of fighting him head-on, and did not care about the lives of these twelve Divine Lords at all.

Since that was the case, do not blame him!

He closed his hands, and the Reincarnation vortex suddenly split into twelve dim yellow beams of light, shooting towards the twelve Divine Lords respectively.

In each beam of light, countless blurred figures and scenes surged.

Past lives, present lives, future lives, countless fragments of Life and Death Reincarnation flashed and intersected within, like an eternal river flowing endlessly.

The Divine Lord of Fire bore the brunt and was hit head-on by a beam of light.

At that moment, the strange fire around him extinguished for half a breath, his pupils suddenly dilated, and a sense of unprecedented terror flooded into his mind.

He realized that his Divine Power was flowing away rapidly!

Divine Power, status, including... authority!

That feeling was extremely strange, as if the clothes that were one with him were being stripped off piece by piece.

The authority of Fire, the resonance of strange fire, everything that belonged to the Divine Lord of Fire was being forcibly stripped and drawn away by that power of Reincarnation.

Like being dragged into a bottomless vortex, never to return.

"No!"

The Divine Lord of Fire roared, trying to resist with his own cultivation, but the dim yellow beam of light was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, impossible to shake off.

His Divine light dimmed rapidly, and even his face began to blur, like a mural quickly eroded by time.

The Divine Lord of Metal was not spared either.

The moment the Reincarnation beam hit him, the white-gold Divine armor on his body peeled off layer by layer, turning into gold powder and dissipating in the wind.

The giant sword phantom traversing the firmament shattered with a bang, turning into golden dust filling the sky.

His cultivation, authority, and divine office were all being extracted, converted, and fed back into that ocean of Yellow Springs at an irreversible speed.

"What kind of... Demonic Technique is this!"

The Divine Lord of Metal shouted sharply, his voice already carrying undisguised horror.

However, no one answered this question, because the other Divine Lords were equally miserable.

The Divine Lord of Wood's vines withered completely, the Divine Lord of Earth's stone walls collapsed, the Divine Lord of Thunder's thunder spear broke, and the Divine Lord of Ice's ten-thousand-year mysterious ice vanished.

The twelve Divine lights dimmed and shattered one by one under the impact of the power of Reincarnation, and finally collapsed, like twelve meteors fleeting away.

The trend of defeat was impossibly fast.

And what terrified the Divine Lords even more was that the stripped divine offices and cultivation did not dissipate between heaven and earth.

They were captured by an invisible traction force, turning into streams of light falling into the ocean of Yellow Springs below.

Making that dim yellow river water become deeper, heavier, and an ancient and primitive existence was slowly taking shape.

The Soul-Devouring Demon Lord intended to use the status and Divine Power of the twelve Divine Lords to forcibly forge a land of Reincarnation!

And his Aura was also rising steadily in this process, becoming stronger and more majestic.

Every stripping and swallowing made that ocean of Yellow Springs expand, and his Law of Reincarnation became more condensed.

He stood in the center of the Yellow Springs, his body surging with dim yellow light of Reincarnation, like an ancient deity harvesting all living beings.

"You..."

He opened his mouth slowly, his voice sounding like it came from eons ago.

"Just consider yourselves the first batch of sacrifices for this land of Reincarnation."

The Divine Lord of Fire stumbled back, the last trace of strange fire on his body completely extinguished in a faint flicker.

He discovered in horror that his position as a Divine Lord was already crumbling, like a tower with its foundation completely hollowed out, ready to collapse at any moment.

Escape!

This word exploded in the Divine Lord of Fire's mind.

He almost instinctively wanted to turn and fly away, wanting to leave this terrifying battlefield, wanting to stay away from the dim yellow vortex that was swallowing everything.

However, it was too late.

The Reincarnation beam of light tightened suddenly, like an invisible hand firmly grasping the Divine Lord of Fire.

His body began to become transparent and blurred, like a phantom about to dissipate.

In his last bit of consciousness, he seemed to see a dim river spreading out before his eyes.

The river water surged with countless memory fragments of past and present lives; he saw the truth of the Divine Court and the origin of the divine offices.

He wanted to say something, but he was already dragged and pulled by the water flow, sinking into the depths of the river.

In the Divine Lord of Fire's pupils, the last bit of Divine light was completely extinguished.

His figure quietly dissipated in the dim yellow light, like ash blown away by the wind.

Replacing it was a rich fragment of the Law of Fire falling into the Yellow Springs, stirring up a vast ripple.

Immediately after, it was the Divine Lord of Metal, then the Divine Lord of Wood.

The Divine Lord of Earth, the Divine Lord of Thunder, the Divine Lord of Wind, the Divine Lord of Ice...

One by one, the figures of the Divine Lords dissipated under the coercion of the power of Reincarnation.

They turned into streams of light like gold and stone thrown into a furnace, falling into the ocean of Yellow Springs that was taking shape.

The twelve streams of light merged into the bottom of the water one after another; each fall caused the entire Yellow Springs to shake violently, and the color of the river water became deeper.

The ghostly blue phosphorus fire on the water surface became denser, as if countless newly born dead souls were slowly opening their eyes under the water.

In just a short moment, the twelve Divine Lords had all fallen.

The Soul-Devouring Demon Lord stood in the center of the Yellow Springs, his Aura having climbed to an unprecedented height.

In his eyes, the rich dim yellow light of Reincarnation surged, like two bottomless vortexes.

And beneath his feet, the ocean of Yellow Springs, poured from the authority and cultivation of the twelve Divine Lords, was tending towards completeness, evolving closer to the existence of "Reincarnation" itself.