The moment those words landed, the smile on the face of the Evil God of Calamity faded considerably. He seemed about to speak again when he suddenly sensed something, and his expression stiffened as he looked up. High in the sky, the vast black clouds soaked in demonic aura began to churn violently. Within the turbulence, something seemed to be taking shape.
"What is that..." Before the Evil God could react further, a bolt of lightning—composed of black and white—ripped through the dense clouds and descended from the heavens, striking him squarely before he could evade. The unexpected strike drove the immensely powerful Evil God, whose strength surpassed even Saint-grade levels, crashing toward the earth in a burst of chaos.
No one had anticipated that Xiao Yan, after taking on the Evil God's full-powered attack, would still have the capacity to prepare another technique. Even for the nine-eyed state of the Evil God, it was enough to throw him into a state of disarray.
This move was none other than the Maha Limitless Tribulation, one of the renowned Thirty-Six Peerless Divine Abilities. After annihilating the Maha Ancient Clan, the technique's legacy had naturally fallen into Xiao Yan's hands. Through painstaking effort, Xiao Yan had fully grasped it and, due to its thunder-based nature, had further infused it with the power of the Thunder Ancestral Symbol, greatly enhancing its destructive force.
That said, Xiao Yan knew that no matter how powerful the Maha Limitless Tribulation was, it wouldn't be enough to kill the Evil God. But that was never his full plan. The moment the Evil God was knocked down, eight grotesque demonic statues emerged around him, and from each of their foreheads, beams of dark light—like something out of the abyss—blasted out, converging on their trapped prey.
"It's the Eightfold Asura Pagoda Formation!" The Grand Elder of the Buddha Clan immediately recognized the technique. While he was startled, he also felt confusion. The Eightfold Asura Pagoda was a divine technique tied to the Buddha Clan's Sacred Pagoda, and without the clan's bloodline, one simply couldn't unleash it. Xiao Yan had no such lineage, and even though he was involved with Qing Yanjing, it was supposed to be impossible for him to perform it.
The Maha Limitless Tribulation and Eightfold Asura Pagoda erupted simultaneously. Their combined power was overwhelming. With Xiao Yan's current cultivation as a Peak Saint-grade Heavenly Sovereign, using two Peerless Divine Abilities at once could have critically injured the Evil God—perhaps even killed him—if he were still at the four- or five-eyed state.
But now, even with his terrifying nine-eyed form, the Evil God was clearly flustered under such fierce assaults. Still, he recovered quickly. Dark demonic aura surged from his body, swarming like locusts, forcefully scattering both divine abilities. Then, nine black suns condensed above his head.
"Nine Suns of Armageddon!"
The nine demonic suns burst forth with a terrifying roar. Each was wreathed in destructive black flames, emanating enough energy that even a stray flicker might reduce all of Northern Wastelands Hill to ash. Confronted with such an onslaught, Xiao Yan dared not be careless. His hands moved swiftly, summoning the Nirvana Golden Lotus to shield himself.
Yet despite the Golden Lotus's formidable defenses, it could not withstand the might of the Nine Suns. After a brief stalemate, it shattered under the weight of the demonic power. However, before the Evil God could rejoice, he discovered something strange—there was no one inside the golden light.
His heart tightened.
Behind him, a surge of intense heat suddenly surged. He turned his head just in time to see a fiery ruler descending from the heavens, aimed at his skull. This sudden ambush took even the Evil God by surprise. Though he quickly summoned demonic aura to form a barrier above his head and blocked the strike, he barely had time to regain his balance.
"This is your—"
Before the Evil God could complete his sneer, his barrier unexpectedly shattered. Two blazing beams of flame pierced through the air, plunging directly into his body. It was the Ninefold Annihilation Heavenly Flame Eyes—a deadly strike from Xiao Yan.
As the Evil God reeled from the impact, a brilliant fiery lotus spun to life in Xiao Yan's palm. With a backward step, he flung it forward. The lotus detonated with unimaginable force, erupting into a storm of flame that surged across half the Great Thousand World.
"You really fell for the same move twice? You're dumber than I thought." Xiao Yan chuckled lightly as he shifted his hand seals again.
Then, a black-and-white jade bottle silently emerged in the sky. It hovered ominously, emanating ancient power. It was the Maha Yin-Yang Bottle—an artifact far surpassing ordinary Saint Artifacts, obtained when Xiao Yan destroyed the Maha Ancient Clan.
"You think cheap tricks like that can stop me?" the Evil God spat furiously. Even as the blaze raged around him, he could sense the presence of the Maha Yin-Yang Bottle. Though it might be formidable for others, he didn't regard it as a real threat.
After all, Xiao Yan was not a member of the Maha Ancient Clan and theoretically couldn't activate its true power. Even if he had some alternative method, the artifact's strength would be severely reduced.
But just as the Evil God dismissed it, Xiao Yan's lips curved upward.
"Then try this," he whispered.
His fingers danced through a new set of hand seals, and in the next instant, the Maha Yin-Yang Bottle blazed with divine light. Cracks spread across its surface, and then, with a deafening roar, it exploded—unleashing a black-and-white tempest no weaker than the Fire Lotus of Fury.
"He actually... self-detonated the Maha Yin-Yang Bottle?" gasped one of the Heavenly Sovereigns watching from afar.
Even the most seasoned experts from the Northern Wastelands Hill couldn't help but flinch. That bottle was a priceless ancestral relic—one that could shake clans and empires. And yet, Xiao Yan had detonated it without hesitation.
"A true wastrel," someone muttered.
But unlike their outrage, Xiao Yan's expression was calm.
He had long tested the artifact and realized he could not control it. Rather than letting it collect dust as a mere decoration, he might as well turn it into a bomb—one final use to fulfill its purpose.
As the black-and-white storm engulfed the Evil God, the battle entered a new stage—one where only those who truly stood at the peak of the Great Thousand World could survive.
(End of Chapter)
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