ples of the Nanyang Zong retreated like a tide.Let me know if you have other text you'd like me to translate!“Kill!”Ziyunluo's face was cold and stern, with a single palm strike sending a South Yang c..."Devouring the Underworld Rules!"

However, the rules of the Underworld represent the power of the underworld beings.

“Now that the Dark Lord has launched a war, causing great upheaval, it seems he intends to use the power of this cataclysm to weaken the strength of the Netherworld itself, laying the groundwork for him to gradually devour its rules.”

Shen Changqing's thoughts raced through his mind at an astonishing speed, speculating about the Dark Forbidden Master's actions.

He understands this, and the other powerful beings in the Netherworld have no reason to be unaware of it.

So.

It is very necessary to have the power to fight against the dark forces.

The Dark Camp represents the power of the Dark Banished, while the Underworld Camp represents the power of the Underworld Rules. The two camps are in a struggle, and the outcome will determine who controls the Underworld.

Once the Nether camp is defeated, the Dark Lord of Hell will rule over the Underworld.

To what extent the other party's strength would be terrifying, even Shen Changqing was unaware.

As for him.

The dark side winning is not a bad thing.

But the same.

Even if the Nether Army wins, it doesn't necessarily benefit them.

Conversely.

Both sides fight incessantly, which is the true way to be mutually beneficial.

In the Netherworld, chaos reigns as factions battle ceaselessly. The celestial order is unpredictable, but only under such circumstances can humanity rise against the tide.

The human race fell from grace during the Great Calamity, but it must rise again from its ashes.

Taking a deep look at the black ocean, Shen Changqing didn't pay any further attention. Instead, he stepped into the River of Rules and began to comprehend the power of the rules within the Underworld.

Three thousand great paths.

Each is different.

The rules of the Heavenly Dao are different from those of the Underworld Dao in many ways, but the three thousand Daos ultimately converge on the same path. In essence, there is not much difference between the two.

Shen Changqing comprehended the Dao of the Netherworld's rules, using the power of the Netherworld's rules to verify himself. The blood-colored river in his cave was undergoing a transformation.

All roads lead to one.

The emphasis is on gradual progress.

Darkness descends.

A blood moon hangs in the sky.

In the netherworld, night and day were not too different. Both were bathed in blood red, but the moonlight wasn't as bright as the bloodsun, making the land appear slightly dimmer.

But for Netherworld cultivators, a little bit of darkness was negligible.

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Honglingfang Market is under curfew.

As night fell.

All cultivators were either expelled or stayed in the inn's cave abodes. The once bustling streets during the day had become much quieter.

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Law enforcement cultivators patrol the market, maintaining its stability.

Outside the Red Ridge Market, amidst numerous mountains, a large number of cultivators gathered there.

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If other cultivators were here, they would find that all these cultivators came from the ancient desolate holy land.

“Have you thoroughly investigated every detail about the Red Ridge Market”

Beiji's voice was as cold and distant as the desert. When he spoke, his gaze never wavered from Red Ridge Market. Even though it was tens of thousands of miles away, the scene there was vividly present in his vision.

Upon hearing this.

A cultivator truthfully said: "According to the investigation, outside of the Red Ridge Patriarch, the strongest person in the Red Ridge Market is Duan Jing, a Divine Master at the tenth level of cultivation."

The remaining enforcement team consisted of a total of one hundred and twenty cultivators, with sixty cultivators reaching the Divine Master realm. The rest were all Divine Kings.

Other cultivators from other ancient desolate holy lands all revealed disdainful expressions upon hearing this.

Sixty divine masters.

Such strength is truly pathetic.

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If it weren't for the presence of that esteemed ancestor, Hong Ling, the so-called Hong Ling Market could be eradicated with a flick of the wrist.

Bei Jue calmly said, "You guys are in charge of cleaning up the law enforcement team in Honglingfang City. Don't leave any alive. As for me, I will go to kill that Hongling Ancestor."

This battle must be fought quickly and decisively, with no delay whatsoever.

Otherwise, trouble is sure to arise!

As for that Red Ridge Ancestor, Bei Jue didn't think much of him.

But.

He had one thing he could be sure of.

Right now, more than just the ancient desolate sacred ground is eyeing Honglingfang Market.

If you really get started, if the time drags on too long, there's a high chance that other unforeseen circumstances may occur.

This is why Bei Jue didn't start immediately, but waited until the auction ended and led the cultivators to lurk in the Hongling Mountains for half a month.

The primary purpose of the North Pole's actions is to allow time to dilute everything, and then, unexpectedly, directly kill the Red Ridge Ancestor.

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From the moment he was rejected by the other party, Bei Jue had already decided to eliminate him.

After seeing the grand scale of the Red Ridge Chamber of Commerce auction, his resolve to head north became even stronger.

Let's not talk about anything else.

That refers to the auction a month and a half ago. The Red Ridge Trading Guild made at least tens of thousands of top-grade Netherworld Spirit Stones.

Even with so many resources, it wouldn't be easy for even the ancient and sacred land to bring them out.

If all these resources were concentrated on himself, Bei would certainly be able to use them to break through to the eighth level of the Divine Sovereign realm.

So.

From any angle, the Red Ridge Ancestor must die.

Even if the other party truly submitted to the Ancient Desolate Holy Land, Bei Jue would still find a way to pry these Underworld Spirit Stones out of them.

Now that one refused, it simply gave him a better reason to get his hands dirty.

At once.

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Bei Jue stepped out, and a terrifying power ripped through the void. With a raised hand, his strike was imbued with the might to destroy heaven and earth. In an instant, the clouds changed color, and a monstrous aura enveloped the entire Honglingfang market, leaving all the cultivators within shocked and awed.

At the same time.

At the moment Beijue made his move, the powerful figures of the Guhuang Holy Land also followed closely behind, directly storming into the Honglingfang Market.

"Buzz!"

A domineering power surged up from Honglingfang Market, a destructive force that collided with another immense power. In the end, both were annihilated on the spot.

At this time.

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Suddenly, the cultivators of Honglingfang market reacted.

"Oh no, a powerful enemy is approaching!"

"Hurry, block it quickly!"

Many law enforcement officers' faces changed drastically. As the leader, Duan Jing took a step forward into the air, unleashing the might of a divine master at the tenth level without reservation. It shone brightly in the darkness.

"Who is the cultivator daring to attack my Hongling Market!"

Duàn Jǐng suddenly roared.

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When he saw clearly the cultivator who had made the move, his heart sank instantly.

Ancient Desolate Sacred Land!

The power of that just now strike, it was clearly coming from Beijue.

If it wasn't a critical moment, Duan Jing would have activated a third-grade superior master talisman to block the strike, but now the Red Ridge Market City was likely reduced to rubble.

"Honglingfang Market asks itself, it hasn't offended Guhuang Sacred Land. Why would Beiju Divine Monarch attack"

Then the scene broke, and with a low voice, he spoke. As he did so, his palm secretly clenched several Shenjun talismans, these were indeed the life-saving charms left to him by Shen Changqing.

Now the scene is set and ready to be put to use.

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If one does not have the talisman of a divine being to protect them, there is no courage to speak before Bei Jue.

There's nothing we can do about it.

The difference between a god and a divine ruler is vast, like an unbridgeable chasm.

Not to mention.

The deputy master of the ancient desolate sacred land before us is not as simple as an ordinary divine monarch. In front of such powerful figures, even the most powerful divine masters are just ants.

"Hmph, what qualifications does a mere God Master have to question this old man!"

Beiju's eyes were cold and aloof, completely ignoring Duankeng. In his eyes, a cultivator at the tenth level of Shenzhu was someone he could crush with one hand; they didn't even deserve to speak to him.

Therefore.

The moment his voice fell, Bei Jue had already acted with ferocity.

Only seeing him flick his finger, there was a stream of light piercing through the void. A vast divine light enveloped the heavens. That kind of terrifying power made Duan Jing smell the breath of death.

There was no hesitation.

He severed the connection with a flick of his wrist, already having prepared several talismans in his hand.

These talismans were all of perfect quality, third-rank lower grade master level, equivalent to the full strength strike of a powerful cultivator at the Divine Sovereign three-layered realm.

At this moment, Duan Jing unleashed five cards in one breath. It was equivalent to the combined attack of five powerful figures at the level of a Divine Lord, third realm.

Such terrifying power erupting made everyone in Bei Jue's face change slightly.

Damn you, for wasting so much!

His eyes blazed with anger.

In Bei Jue's eyes, the broken view and everything in the entire Honglingfang market belonged to him. The talismans the other party was using were also his.

So.

The wasted scenery brought great pain to Bei Jue.

in an instant.

When Beijue's killing intent surged.

With his right hand pressing down on the void, his five fingers resembling majestic mountains, he blocked and suppressed the space for thousands of miles. As a result, the energy emanating from Duan Jing rapidly plummeted, as if falling to the mortal realm in an instant, unable to mobilize any power anymore.

Upon seeing this, a look of despair flashed across his eyes.

Beiji is too strong!

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So powerful that even with a divine general's talisman incarnation, Duàn Jǐng couldn't see the slightest hope of victory.

As this palm was about to crush and kill Duan Jing instantly, suddenly the void shattered, and a figure in white appeared abruptly before Duan Jing.

The newcomer looked at the palm pressing down with calm eyes. With a casual strike of his right hand, billions of sword qi surged forward, shattering all suppressing power. Not only that, even Bei Jue's palm was directly shattered.

"Boom!"

The palm shattered.

The pain from his soul twisted Beijue's face into a grotesque expression.

He looked at the white-robed middle-aged cultivator before him, his eyes filled with anger, but more so with astonishment.

“Red Ridge Ancestor... Your strength is actually this powerful!”

Bei was fully aware that the opponent was a powerful divine monarch, but he didn't regard them highly, believing that as long as he made a move, he could completely control them at will.

However——

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Only when Shen Changqing truly made his move did Bei Jue realize he had been naive.

With a single strike, he could shatter his own palm. Such power would at least be on par with a God Sovereign at the eighth level.

In an instant.

Bei Jue immediately understood that he had kicked an iron plate and misjudged the strength of this Red Ridge Ancestor.

Regarding Bei Jue's shocking words, Shen Changqing remained indifferent and casually threw a storage ring to Duan Jing.

"Take this and deal with the other invaders."

“Yes!”

He tightly clutched his storage ring and left without looking back.

He was well aware that this level of combat was beyond his ability to intervene in.

As for what's inside the storage ring, Duan Jing didn't need to look to know.

Witnessing the retreating figure, Bei Jue did not make a move to stop him. A mere minor deity was nothing he would concern himself with.

Now, Bei Jue's eyes only see Shen Changqing.as reached the level of a demigod."In the Ancient Desolation Sect battle, three of our Divine Kings perished. Heaven Sect's actions are too domineering. This Emperor will absolutely not let this slide...