539: Ancient Domain Sharpening

The Burial God Ancient Domain, a land soaked in ancient blood, had now transformed into a boiling furnace.

"Roar—!"

An ear-shattering roar tore through the air.

Three Law Realm Tenth Level Peak giants of the God Burial Royal Clan, like mobile fortresses, were covered in iron-black scales with molten lava-like crimson patterns flowing across them.

With every step they took, the earth groaned under the burden, and cracks spread like spiderwebs.

The leader brandished a giant bone hammer wreathed in thick Death Qi, whipping up a foul-smelling gale as he smashed it down toward a battle Formation composed of Disciples from the Wind God Sect of Qinglan Prefecture.

"Wind Bind!" Yun Fei, a Disciple of the Wind God Sect, had a cold expression as his hands rapidly formed seals.

Countless pale green threads of wind manifested out of thin air, incredibly tough, instantly wrapping around the legs of the God Burial giant.

The giant's momentum stalled as if he had stepped into a quagmire.

"Now! Gale Slash!" Another Law Realm Eighth Level female Cultivator, Liu Ruxu, gave a sharp cry as the thin sword in her hand transformed into a bolt of green lightning that tore through the sky, accurately piercing the exposed joint gap in the giant's neck.

This was precisely one of the weaknesses of the God Burial Royal Clan emphasized in the netherworld records!

Puchi!

The sword light sank in, and dark purple blood splattered. The giant let out a pained and furious roar, his movements becoming even more violent.

"Form the array! Cold Hell Ice Seal!"

Not far away, Disciples of the Ice Soul Palace from Xuanshuang Prefecture, led by a frost-cold female Cultivator, were in a fierce battle with Law Realm Cultivators of the Eternal Frost Royal Clan.

The Eternal Frost Royal Clan warriors were entirely covered in deep blue ice crystals, and every movement they made radiated intense cold.

The Ice Soul Palace Disciples unfolded a complex ice-blue Formation diagram beneath their feet, and the cold current they released together collided violently in the air with the other side's netherworld cold power.

Both sides were fighting for control over the ice, and the bone-chilling cold made Cultivators in other nearby battlefields shudder... "Soul-Corroding Death Qi, disperse!" a clear shout rang out.

Zhuge Mingxuan of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion from Tianji Prefecture was seen holding a compass engraved with complex star patterns.

Before him, three Soul-Corroding Royal Clan Cultivators attempted to release Soul-Corroding Death Qi, but as soon as that Soul-corroding aura came within three feet of him, it was dispersed by the starlight emitted from the compass.

Zhuge Mingxuan's eyes were sharp as he chanted incantations; the compass needle spun rapidly, constantly guiding his companions to attack the shimmering emerald Soul-fire cores at the center of the Soul-Corroding Royal Clan warriors' backs.

Every precise strike caused a Soul-Corroding Royal Clan warrior to let out a shrill Soul-shriek as their forms dissipated.

"Thanks to that booklet from the Di Clan!" Zhuge Mingxuan felt fortunate in his heart.

"Otherwise, this Soul-Corroding Death Qi would silently erode the Primordial Spirit, and who knows how many fellow Disciples we would have lost."

Besides the Soul-Corroding Royal Clan, members of other royal clans also began crossing over through the Netherworld Passage one after another.

Fortunately, with the netherworld records released by the Di Clan, many Cultivators were prepared and not caught off guard.

Di Jingzhe was wreathed in dark golden lightning, with strands of crimson blood dragon patterns moving within the electricity, emitting a heart-palpitating aura of destruction.

The Awakening Thunder Sword in his hand flickered with purple electrical sparks; every swing brought forth a violent thunderstorm, striking the Shadow Royal Clan assassins who attempted to approach out of the Void Realm and turning them into charcoal.

His gaze was like lightning as he scanned the chaotic battlefield, speaking in a deep voice to Di Xingyun, who was controlling several starlight Flying Swords beside him:

"These netherworld brats have learned their lesson; they no longer just charge blindly and have started coordinating."

Di Xingyun stepped through the Void Realm, surrounded by brilliant starlight, as seven Flying Swords formed the profound Big Dipper Sword Formation, drawing upon the Star Power of the heavens to trap two Shadow Abyss Royal Clan members attempting a sneak attack within a galaxy of sword light.

Under the strangulation of the sword Formation, the shadow stealth that the Shadow Abyss Royal Clan took pride in had nowhere to hide; their bodies were constantly cut with deep wounds by the sharp starlight, and their shadow power drained away rapidly.

Hearing this, a cold arc curved at the corner of his mouth: "No matter. With the records in hand, no matter what tricks they try, they can't escape the palm of our hands. Jingzhe, at three o'clock, there are dozens of Ghost Bone scum summoning bone Puppets!"

With a thought from Di Jingzhe, the purple lightning on his body instantly turned into a dense and heavy earthy-yellow lightning.

"Wutu Divine Thunder!"

Boom!

A thick bolt of earthy-yellow lightning, like a whip of the earth carrying the weight of ten thousand tons, lashed heavily into the area pointed out by Di Xingyun.

Above the heads of the dozens of Ghost Bone Royal Clan mages who were chanting incantations, space suddenly distorted, and a terrifying gravity field descended instantly.

The giant skeletons they were summoning had not yet fully formed when, under the heavy strike of the lightning containing the power of the earth, they and the casters themselves were forced deep into the cracked earth; the sound of bones shattering was enough to make one's scalp tingle.

"Beautiful!" Di Xingyun praised, changing his sword incantation as the starlight of the Big Dipper Sword Formation surged, completely grinding the two Shadow Abyss Royal Clan members in the array into a cloud of scattered shadow fragments.

"Time-Space · Stagnation!" Silver light flashed in his eyes as his Bloodline Power was quietly activated.

An invisible ripple of time and space swept across a small area in front of him, and several Ghost Royal Clan warriors who were about to attack instantly became incredibly sluggish.

The Crimson Flame Sect Disciples waiting nearby seized this fleeting opportunity, and a net of blazing fire descended, burning those Ghost Royal Clan members until their Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

"The people of the Di Clan are truly powerful!" The leader of the Crimson Flame Sect wiped away sweat and cupped his hands gratefully toward Di Xingyun.

Meanwhile, far from the bloody battlefield of the Burial God Ancient Domain, in the secret room on the top floor of the Myriad Treasure Pavilion in the Dragon-Locking Prefecture of the Eastern Domain.

Di Tianlan wore a black silk robe embroidered with complex cloud patterns in dark gold thread, which further accentuated his steady and capable temperament.

His finger lightly tapped on the red sandalwood table, making a rhythmic light sound as he looked calmly at the old man opposite him.

The old man had white hair and a white beard but was full of energy; he was precisely the Chief Manager of the Myriad Treasure Pavilion in Dragon-Locking Prefecture, Chu Yuan.

The Myriad Treasure Pavilion was once the premier merchant guild of the Eastern Domain with deep foundations, especially dominating the field of Magic Treasure flying boats.

However, the Eternal Night Merchant Guild, relying on the Di Clan's mysterious resources and Dongfang Ling's Heaven-Defying abilities, had risen abruptly in the high-end Magic Treasure market, making the Myriad Treasure Pavilion feel unprecedented pressure.

"Manager Chu,"

"Ten Cloud-Piercing Boats of Heaven-Grade Low Grade quality; this price is twenty percent higher than the market rate. My Eternal Night Merchant Guild is trading in good faith, but the Myriad Treasure Pavilion's sincerity seems to be lacking a bit."

He picked up the spiritual tea beside him and took a light sip, his movements calm and unhurried.

The wrinkles on Chu Yuan's face squeezed together as he showed a shrewd smile characteristic of a merchant:

"Oh, President Di, you're mistaken! Although the Cloud-Piercing Boats are Heaven-Grade Low Grade, their core driving Formation is a unique secret of my Myriad Treasure Pavilion; their stability is by no means comparable to ordinary Heaven-Grade flying boats! This price is absolutely a fair and honest one!"

"Now that the Netherworld Passage has opened, the demand for travel between the Four Domains has surged, and the prices of flying boats have risen accordingly, as you well know."