In the square of Tiandou City, a steamed bun vendor was so engrossed in watching Qian Yu's figure on the light screen that he didn't even notice the steamer basket he was holding had fallen to the ground. His face flushed with excitement.
"He's out! Lord Qianyu is out! Yesterday, he severed the God of Destruction with a single sword strike. Today, he will surely kick that false god named Tang San off his throne!"
An elderly Soul Master beside him stroked his beard repeatedly, tears glistening in his eyes.
"In my lifetime, I have actually witnessed a mortal defying the divine realm. Lord Qianyu's heroic act will surely be recorded in the annals of Douluo Continent!"
At the Jialing Pass, on the front lines.
Qianyu ignored the enthusiastic cheers around him. He lightly touched the ground with his toes, and his body floated up slowly like a weightless feather.
A gentle breeze lifted his body, allowing him to hover steadily in mid-air.
Qianyu's gaze swept past the million-strong army, locking onto the main broadcasting soul tools in mid-air.
He knew that not only was the entire continent watching him, but Tang San, who thought he had everything under control deep within the God Realm, was also staring intently at the scene.
"Tang San".
Qian Yu spoke softly. Her voice wasn't loud, but enveloped in powerful soul energy, it clearly resonated throughout every corner of the Douluo Continent.
"Yesterday you said you would wait for me in the Asura Secret Realm to die. You even boasted that you would reclaim the Sea God's position and restore your Tang Clan's rule."
Qianyu's lips curled up, revealing a cold smile of extreme contempt.
"Your tricks are still so clumsy. Today, I will swagger in through the main gate in front of the entire continent. I will make you realize clearly that your proud Asura God Power is not even a joke in front of me."
Without waiting for any response from the other side, Qianyu immediately withdrew her gaze.
He turned around and faced the endless sky hanging high above his head.
The million-strong army held their breath at that moment, and not a single soldier dared to blink, for fear of missing the miracle that was about to unfold.
Qianyu stood before the million-strong army, slowly raised his right hand, and grasped the long sword hanging at his waist.
The scabbard of this longsword is inlaid with crystal beads that shimmer with starlight. The hilt feels warm to the touch, yet it exudes a sharp edge capable of cutting through anything.
"Zheng—"
A clear and resonant sword cry suddenly rang out, instantly drowning out the howling morning wind across the wilderness.
Qianyu drew the long sword from her waist.
The moment the sword left its sheath, a pool of moon-white sword energy, as clear as autumn water, spread wildly in all directions. The grass on the ground was instantly shredded by this sword energy, turning into a flurry of green dust. Warhorses that were nearby were startled and tried to retreat, but the cavalrymen held their reins firmly in place.
Qianyu slightly twisted her wrist, the tip of her sword pointing diagonally upwards towards the sky. A dazzling light flashed in her deep eyes.
"Open the Heavenly Gate!"
These three simple words, however, sounded like thunder, resounding throughout the world.
Qianyu swung his sword.
There were no fancy movements, only pure, ultimate destructive power. A dazzling, moon-white sword light burst forth from the blade.
The moment the sword light left the body, it swelled in the wind. In the blink of an eye, it had transformed into a terrifying blade of light tens of thousands of feet long, reaching from the sky to the earth.
This dazzling sword light cleaved the sky in two.
"Boom!"
A deafening tearing sound echoed high in the sky. The thick clouds that had been shrouding Jialing Pass couldn't withstand the sword light for even a moment, instantly being evaporated by the intense heat.
The sky was like a huge blue curtain that had been ripped open by a sharp blade, with a massive crack stretching for tens of thousands of miles.
The space at the edge of the crevice twisted and collapsed wildly. Large fragments of space, like shards of glass, refracted a dazzling array of light. Deep, dark spatial turbulence churned and roared deep within the crack.
Immediately afterwards, a divine aura, high above and carrying an extremely oppressive feeling, poured down along the crack that had been forcibly cleaved open.
The moment this aura descended, ordinary people in front of the light screen across the entire continent felt their legs go weak and collapsed to the ground. The natural suppression originating from the level of life itself instantly drained the strength from ordinary people, leaving them unable to even stand.
Even among the million-strong army outside Jialing Pass, many soldiers with lower cultivation levels felt a tightness in their chests and almost lost their grip on their weapons.
Qianyu snorted coldly and casually made a hand seal in front of her chest with her free left hand.
"Disperse."
A pale blue, shimmering light barrier, centered on Qian Yu, instantly enveloped the million-strong army outside Jialing Pass. The violent, overwhelming divine pressure crashed into the light barrier, but was completely neutralized without even causing a ripple.
The soldiers felt a sense of lightness throughout their bodies and straightened their backs once again.
Deep within the rift in the cleaved sky, endless golden light began to converge wildly.
Under the pull of Qian Yu's supreme power, the golden light rapidly extended and solidified downwards. In just a few breaths, a dull knocking sound came from the ethereal spatial turbulence.
A golden staircase leading to the realm of gods appeared out of thin air.
This staircase, hundreds of feet wide, was entirely formed from materialized golden divine power and a shimmering, glassy luster. Layer upon layer of steps descended straight down from the spatial rift above the heavens.
"Thump!"
When the very end of the staircase crashed heavily onto the open field outside Jialing Pass, a violent earthquake struck the entire Douluo Continent.
The immense impact kicked up a cloud of dust. When the dust settled, a path to heaven, radiating a sacred light, was now laid out before the army of mortals.
With a flick of her wrist, Qianyu sheathed her longsword.
He turned around, looking down at the soldiers below, whose blood was already boiling with fervor. His wide, moon-white robe fluttered in the strong wind, making him appear like a celestial being descended to earth.
"All troops, attack! Target: the realm of gods, leave not a blade of grass alive!"
Qianyu's command clearly reached everyone's ears.
Without any hesitation, the entire plain instantly erupted into a violent uproar. The earth-shattering sound of war drums suddenly rang out, like a rapid heartbeat.
Left flank of the army formation.
On a huge bronze chariot pulled by six mechanical golden dragons, Wu Zetian suddenly drew the Emperor's Sword from her waist.
She wore a twelve-tassel crown and a dark black robe embroidered with gold dragons, exuding an aura of domineering power. Her exquisite face was filled with a wild and untamed fighting spirit.
Wu Zetian waved her hand, and her wide robe sleeves stirred up a gust of wind.
"Great Tang Iron Cavalry, charge with me!"
The Empress's voice was extremely penetrating, instantly igniting the entire left-wing army.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Hundreds of thousands of Tang Dynasty cavalry roared in unison. The massive, heavily armored cavalry phalanxes surged forward simultaneously. Rows of sharp spears pointed straight to the sky, like a black forest of steel.
The knights spurred their spirit beasts on with frenzied speed, the horseshoes thundering as they pounded the ground. This unstoppable black torrent, with its indomitable momentum, charged wildly toward the golden staircase.
Meanwhile, on the right flank of the army formation.
Bibi Dong sat atop a magnificent carriage pulled by eight purple-winged dragons. She wore a dark gold papal robe, and the purple-gold crown on her head shone brightly in the golden divine light.
Seeing the Tang cavalry charge ahead, Bibi Dong glanced at them coldly and suddenly stood up from her throne.
She raised the papal scepter high and slammed it heavily onto the deck in front of her.
"Spirit Hall, kill!"
Bibi Dong's voice was clear and resonant, conveying a resolute determination.
"To be loyal to His Holiness the Pope! To pave the way for Lord Chiyu!"
The Spirit Hall's army of Spirit Masters erupted with dazzling light. Tens of thousands of Spirit Masters released their respective Spirits at the same time.
A colossal phantom of a beast spirit roared in mid-air, its dazzling weapon spirit radiating multicolored light. Red, yellow, purple, and black spirit rings intertwined, coloring half the sky.
The Soul Master army marched forward like a surging, colorful wave, clinging tightly to the tail of the Tang Dynasty's iron cavalry, and surging wildly ahead.
Wu Zetian glanced at Bibi Dong, who was standing side by side with her, and a smug smile appeared on her lips.
"Your Holiness, once you're up the steps, your Spirit Hall people better not run too slowly or get trampled to pieces by my warhorses!" Wu Zetian shouted loudly.
Bibi Dong met Wu Zetian's gaze without flinching and coldly mocked her.
"Your Majesty, you should worry about your own tin can. The defensive array of the God Realm is no joke. Don't let us Soul Masters have to rely on our Soul Skills to save the day!"
The indirect clash between the two empresses instantly ignited the competitive spirit of both armies.
The mighty army ascended the golden steps and marched directly towards the lofty realm of gods.
The steps were extremely wide, enough to accommodate hundreds of riders charging side by side. The iron hooves of the warhorses pounded the shimmering, glass-like steps with a crisp, rapid sound.
Qian Renxue summoned her six-winged angel martial spirit, golden wings fully unfurling behind her. Holding the angelic holy sword, she took the lead, flying through the air to protect the forefront of the army.
Ning Rongrong followed in the charging ranks, immediately summoning the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. A dazzling amplification light poured down on the vanguard like a torrential downpour, further increasing the army's speed.
Xiao Wu clenched her fists excitedly, leaping over the shoulders of several Tang Dynasty cavalrymen to reach the very front.
"Tang San, you bastard, you'll pay for this today!" Xiao Wu shouted as she charged forward.
The army, like a dark cloud pressing down on the city, climbed the golden steps, creating an extremely spectacular scene.
At the very front of everyone, Qianyu did not follow the army as it moved slowly forward.
He lightly touched the glazed steps, his figure transforming into a long, moon-white rainbow. This was no ordinary flight, but the supreme divine power of shrinking the distance to an inch.
With each step, Qianyu could traverse distances of hundreds of feet.
In just a few breaths, Qianyu had completely shaken off the army behind him and arrived at the top of the golden steps.
Here, an enormous, unparalleled gate to the divine realm stands in the void, completely blocking the way to the interior of the divine realm.
The gate stood a hundred feet tall, crafted entirely from an unknown dark gold metal from the divine realm. Its surface was densely engraved with the killing marks of the Asura God and the trident totem of the Sea God.
Extremely dense divine power flowed wildly across the lintel, forming an incredibly thick, blood-red defensive light barrier.
This is the last barrier preventing mortals from setting foot in the realm of the gods.
Behind the gate, one could faintly hear the terrified shouts of the divine guards, as well as the chaotic sounds of clashing weapons.
"Quickly! Activate the highest defensive array! We absolutely cannot allow these mortals to disturb Lord Asura God-King!"
"Hold on! This gate was forged from the very essence of the divine realm; even a God-King couldn't break through it in a single blow. He absolutely cannot get in!"
Hearing the panicked shouts coming from behind the door, Qianyu stopped and stood ten steps away from the door.
He slightly raised his chin, his cold gaze sweeping over the supposedly impregnable gate. A hint of undisguised mockery flashed in his eyes.
"This piece of junk thinks it can stop me?"
Qianyu's tone was full of disdain.
Without any preparatory movement or drawing the longsword at her waist, Qianyu simply raised her right leg casually.
His moon-white robes fluttered in the wind, and a terrifying, world-destroying power instantly gathered at his right foot. The surrounding space, unable to withstand this power, collapsed at his toe, forming a small, pitch-black hole.
The next moment, Qianyu kicked out suddenly forward.
The gate to the realm of gods was shattered by Qianyu's kick.
"boom--"
A deafening explosion reverberated throughout the sky, the sound waves transforming into a visible white halo that spread wildly in all directions.
The crimson defensive light barrier, which was said to be able to block even a god-king, was not even as thin as a sheet of paper in front of Qian Yu's kick, and it burst open like a bubble in an instant.
Immediately afterwards, the towering, heavy, dark gold gate was covered with countless spiderweb-like cracks.
In less than half a second, the entire portal collapsed with a roar, turning into a shower of golden and blood-red powder.
The violent spatial shockwave swept relentlessly into the divine realm along the broken door frame.
Those divine guards who dared to put up a stubborn resistance behind the door didn't even have time to scream before being overwhelmed by the earth-shattering force. Large numbers of guards were sent flying backward like leaves in a storm, spitting blood, and crashing heavily onto the white jade floor of the divine realm.
Qianyu slowly retracted her right leg and gently dusted off non-existent dust from the hem of her clothes.
He stood with his hands behind his back on the ruins of the shattered divine gate, his gaze calmly fixed on the Asura Secret Realm deep within the divine realm, which radiated a blood-red light.
The true stronghold of the gods has been exposed without reservation to the iron hooves of mortals.
The gate to the divine realm transformed into a shower of dark gold powder and crimson light spots. The raging spatial turbulence gradually subsided, and a bottomless crater suddenly appeared on the once sacred and inviolable white jade plaza.
Several celestial hunters clad in silver divine armor were hiding behind a white marble pillar not far away. These hunters, who usually swaggered around in the mortal realm, were now trembling like leaves.
The leading hunter captain's legs went weak, clinging tightly to the pillar, his eyes wide like saucers. He had watched as the gate, which even a god-king could not easily shake, was kicked to dust by the man in the moon-white robe. The hundreds of elite gods guarding the gate were also reduced to a rain of blood before they could even utter a scream.
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