Asura Mad Emperor

The world was on the brink of collapse, and Qinchuan knew that the Netherworld Saintess would surely employ the most powerful attack in an attempt to break through his blockade. Therefore, he took the initiative to strike, and his move was the Heaven Devouring Cauldron, a Divine Artifact. The full name of the Heaven Devouring Cauldron was the Domain Suppression Heaven Devouring Divine Cauldron, which belonged to the Drunken Hermit of Prison Mountain, serving as his personal Magic Artifact. As its name suggested, once wielded, it could suppress a domain and devour the heavens and the sun. The Heaven Devouring Divine Cauldron transformed into a towering and majestic Demon Eye, wild and heavy. The ink-colored body of the cauldron was branded with the Ten Ferocious Beasts Imprint, as if it carried the Emperor's will of its master. A powerful suction emanated from the cauldron, and strands of blue radiance burst forth, sprinkling across the firmament and forming a screen of light that submerged the Netherworld Saintess within it. Everyone gasped in amazement; its aura was too vast. Merely a trace of its leaking pressure made it difficult for people to stand, causing them to kneel on the spot. Additionally, with the space collapsing, under the double pressure, several Dao Palace experts exploded into bits, blood spattering all around. The Netherworld Saintess was shocked and panicky. "Domain Suppression Heaven Devouring Divine Cauldron?!" "What is your relationship with the Drunken Hermit of Prison Mountain? Where did that old fellow go? How did he end up entrusting his personal Magic Artifact to you?" she demanded fiercely. At this moment, she had also discerned the origin of the Heaven Devouring Cauldron and shouted her questions in a voice filled with resentment and fury. It was evident that she harbored deep grudges and hatred toward both the artifact and its master, the Drunken Hermit of Prison Mountain. Qinchuan had not expected the Netherworld Saintess to recognize the Drunken Hermit and the Divine Cauldron and seemed to have a grievance with him. At the same time, he also understood why he felt a flicker within the cauldron when he unleashed it earlier. It turned out that enemies were especially envious when they met. "Back then, that old man Prison Mountain had one of his arms severed by a senior brother and fled to who knows where. He was hunted by my senior brothers for tens of thousands of years. We thought he was dead. Who would have expected he escaped to the Divine Wilderness Continent and even left behind his legacy here!" the Netherworld Saintess realized as she saw the Heaven Devouring Divine Cauldron, finally answering the doubts that had puzzled her. She thought indifferently, "No wonder. This boy is clearly a native of the Divine Wilderness, yet he knows about matters of the Upper Realm, and his talent is so remarkable; it turns out he was a disciple taught by that old man!" At this point, she had mistaken Qinchuan as a successor to the Drunken Hermit of Prison Mountain. Qinchuan moved as well at this moment. Indeed, after leaving for some time, the Drunken Hermit showed up before him again, missing an arm, but Qinchuan had not inquired about it at the time. Unexpectedly, today he had accidentally learned the answer: it turned out Prison Mountain had a conflict with the Mend Heaven Sect. Meanwhile, the Netherworld Saintess felt the pressure of the Divine Cauldron becoming increasingly strong, so much so that it made it hard for her to breathe. She dared not take it lightly. Back then, she was still young and did not participate in the great battle, but she had witnessed everything with her own eyes. She had seen over a hundred senior brothers besiege that old fellow, yet still, dozens perished under this Divine Cauldron. In the end, it was only the eldest senior brother who sacrificed his own Essence Blood to forcibly sever one of Prison Mountain's arms. In the end, if not for the intervention of their ancestral master, they would have struggled to survive under this Divine Cauldron. Now, although the Divine Cauldron was without its master's control, its brilliance remained. Pitted against her sect, it released its full Divine Power, which must have had something to do with the battle all those years ago. With that thought, a spherical magic artifact suddenly appeared in her hand, and she threw it forcefully. The artifact swelled upon encountering wind, soaring into the void, and forthwith, the void erupted with countless vast thunderbolts. Purple thunder blades darted through the void, ultimately forming a majestic gateway shimmering with dazzling purple light. "Ju Ling, Ju Li, let's go!" The Netherworld Saintess exclaimed and was the first to dash into the gateway, vanishing in an instant. The two Titan Ancestral Tribe giants, Ju Ling and Ju Li, followed her, stepping through the gateway in just two strides. She was well aware that in this world, with her strength at the Dragon Transformation Realm, she stood no chance against the Heaven Devouring Cauldron. But breaking through to the Dragon Transformation Realm in such a short period of time was already her limit, advancing further to Saint level or above would truly attract the attention of the Divine Wilderness Dao, and at that time, without the need for the Divine Cauldron to refine her, the Dao itself would be enough to annihilate her. At this critical moment, the Netherworld Saintess activated the Summoning Teleportation Formation, teleporting herself back to the Upper Realm. The Netherworld Saintess had come with full confidence, having laid out her plans for more than a decade, vowing to seize the fortunes of this world. Yet unexpectedly, in the end, it was all in vain; she had merely made a bridal dress for Qinchuan, and now she was fleeing back to the Upper Realm with her tail between her legs. The Netherworld Saintess, naturally aggrieved at being driven back, left a cold and stern voice from beyond the gateway: "Qinchuan, I have remembered you. The grudge of today, I will surely reclaim!" After leaving behind these harsh words, there was silence. Qinchuan watched her retreating figure with indifference. With a Summoning Teleportation Formation at her disposal, she wished to leave, and he, in his current state, was still not capable of stopping her. After the Netherworld Saintess and the two Titan Ancestral Tribe giants stepped into the transportation formation, the gateway of the formation rapidly shrank and vanished. "Saintess, wait for me!" Although the members of the Netherworld Hall did not know where the Netherworld Saintess was headed, they saw her tear open the void, which must be an escape route. They promptly shouted and followed, with the Heaven Devouring Beast and You Canghai being closer and activating their movement techniques, they were the first to cross the shrinking gateway. With giant strides, they crossed over, and in the moment before the gateway disappeared, they too were absorbed into it. He made it through, but not completely; an arm and a leg were severed by the rapidly shrinking gate of the void, and remained forever in the Lower Realm, spewing blood profusely. The rest of the disciples from the Netherworld Hall did not make it through the gateway and were instead caught in the devastating sword formation of the Heaven Devouring Cauldron, realizing all too late that they had been abandoned, they were filled with utter despair and sorrow. "Young Master Qin, we are willing to submit and follow you, please spare us!" Seeing that they had been abandoned by the Saintess, and as Cultivators began to plead with Qinchuan for mercy, seeking a way to live, hoping he would open a passage. These people were terrified and chilled to the bone, not even considering that just moments before, they had joined together in an attempt to kill Qinchuan. "Hmph, a bunch of useless trash, what use would it be for this Young Master to have you follow him?" Qinchuan looked down upon the Eight Desolates. At the same time, the collapse of this world accelerated at a visibly faster pace. Space was compressed, manifesting substantial oppressive forces, countless void cracks tore open, Chaos Qi spilled out, pressing down upon the heads of the Cultivators, and another group of Cultivators unable to withstand such terrifying pressure exploded on the spot. Since the World Crystal Core of this world had been taken by Qinchuan, and the world was on the verge of collapsing, Qinchuan did not delay further. He cast a spell to retrieve the Heaven Devouring Cauldron. "Let's go!" Qinchuan retreated explosively, completely exiting the Bronze Gate. At the same time, he activated his Dharma Aspect, deploying Supreme Divine Power to move the Bronze Gate, sealing the exit once and for all. Most of these people were disciples of the Netherworld Hall; they had participated in the Devouring Sword Formation ambush, and they had also attacked him, killing countless Martial Artists. Qinchuan had no hesitation in abandoning this group to their fate.