I Have A Cultivation World Chapter 2555 - 1155:

Sensing the overwhelming pressure exerted by the Sixth Rank Superior Grade Magic Artifact hovering above, the King of the Underworld grasped a grim reality: should he be pinned beneath it, his Undying nature would prove insufficient to guarantee his return. During their intense standoff, not only had Chen Mobai assessed his adversary’s capabilities, but the King of the Underworld had also gained a clearer understanding of his surroundings. This battlefield was a miniature realm conjured through his opponent’s Cultivation. Unless he shattered this construct, even his boundless Power of the River of Death would eventually be depleted, leading to his inevitable demise. Thus, dismantling this small world became his immediate priority.

If he could manage to reconnect with the River of Death left behind by the Ancestor on the mother star, the King of the Underworld could engineer an instant escape. Once back within the Tianyang Star System, he would summon the remaining Twelve Netherworld Generals and their infinite undead legions to descend upon the Earth Element Star, exacting his vengeance with overwhelming might. With this resolve solidified, the King of the Underworld hesitated no longer. His gaze tightened as he lifted the Vitality Sword.

A single drop of ink-black blood escaped his fingertip, suffused with a lethal concentration of the Power of the River of Death. It merged into the green longsword—a blade forged through the annihilation of countless worlds. Throughout the entire ordeal, Chen Mobai, operating within his Guidance Book state, remained keenly aware of these movements. His composure held, yet his Divine Sense was pushed to its limits as he prepared contingencies for every catastrophic possibility.

Boom! Suddenly, the Sixth Rank Vitality Sword shattered in the King of the Underworld’s grip. The violent release of vitality forced the descending Primordial Clock upward, igniting a malevolent green flame that warped the very fabric of the Law Domain. As the architect of this Law Domain, Chen Mobai perceived that his domain was beginning to dissolve and reform in response to this sudden influx of power. His Law Domain, originally lacking the nuances of the Dao Rhythm associated with life and death, was incomplete. This desperate gamble by the King of the Underworld forced the domain to instinctively hungrily consume the erupted vitality and Death Qi.

For the first time, a flicker of uncertainty crossed Chen Mobai’s features. Allowing the Law Domain to feast on these opposing forces could provide the foundation needed to spark true life and evolve the Three Thousand Great Dao. Yet, the price might be the escape of his foe. By his usual standards, Chen Mobai would dispatch the King of the Underworld immediately before worrying about missing Dao Rhythms. However, reaching this pinnacle of Cultivation taught him that connections to the Great Dao are rarely granted by chance. Among the legendary Divinity Transformation cultivators of the Immortal Gate, only Bai Guang had breached that barrier; the rest had faltered before even touching the threshold of the Great Dao. He feared that missing this moment would lock him out of achieving Law Domain Perfection forever. Through fragments of knowledge from the Purple Cloud Palace and the Mahayana Book, Chen Mobai realized that the Law Domain was essential for his lineage to reach Ninth Rank Creation.

His thoughts raced with blinding speed. Ultimately, a decision was reached. Clang! Clang! Clang! The Primordial Clock surged with its maximum repressive power, stifling the emerald flames fueled by the River of Death, forcing the Law Domain to absorb the energies at a controlled rate. At that precise moment, the King of the Underworld spotted a breach in the center of the flames where the void had melted. Sensing the distant call of the River of Death from his home star, a triumphant grin spread across his face. He wrapped his black cloak tight, transforming into a dark drill and tearing through the hole to exit the Law Domain.

Chen Mobai’s eyes glowed with streaks of intense golden light. Outside, Qi Yuheng and the others watched the Earth Element Star with growing alarm. A streak of radiant golden light erupted from the Five Peaks Immortal Mountains, piercing the Heavenly Curtain Ground Network in a flash. Simultaneously, in the chaotic void of space, a rift opened, and the King of the Underworld emerged, his form rapidly reconstructing itself against the starry backdrop. He pivoted toward the Ming Wang Star, invoking a Secret Technique for a swift retreat.

Swish! A Sword of Saintly Virtue struck from the void, driving directly through the head he had just reassembled. The King of the Underworld scoffed, "Insolent fool, how dare you attempt an ambush! Once I return, I shall march the Underworld Race across your world, enslaving every soul born of it..." He dismissed the injury as trivial, relying on his Nether River Undying Body to neutralize the damage. But midway through his boast, his voice faltered. Something was wrong. He could not dissipate his form.

As the King of the Underworld struggled with confusion, silver light shimmered, and Chen Mobai emerged from his Law Domain. "Your immunity to my Innate Pure Yang Qi stemmed solely from that Vitality Sword, but that blade is now dust," Chen Mobai stated coldly. He performed a hand seal, invoking the Primordial Yang Sword Secret. Under the searing brilliance of the Saintly Virtue Light, the King of the Underworld shrieked. His body refused to reform, vaporizing layer by layer. This was not a wound he could heal; the Primordial Yang Sword was undoing his existence entirely. The Pure Yang Scroll, triggered to its complete form, acted as a direct counter to his corrupted mastery over life and death.

As he disintegrated, the King of the Underworld desperately drew upon millenniums of Cultivation. The River of Death itself began to glow near the Ming Wang Star, surging toward the battlefield in a futile attempt to shield him. But distance separated the King of the Underworld from salvation, and the laws of the Void were absolute. He roared, unleashing every ounce of nether light, even shattering his Death Holy Artifact to stall the inevitable. But the Primordial Yang Sword remained embedded in his brow like a steadfast Sea God Needle, draining the power from his dying aura. Chen Mobai commanded the Soul Dharma Aspect of the Azure Bird, infusing the sword with ninety percent of his Innate Pure Yang Qi. The blade flared with a radiance so brilliant that even Qi Yuheng and the Elders were forced to look away. Following a final, blinding burst of nether fire, the King of the Underworld was reduced to nothingness under the righteous glow of the blade. Only charred fragments floated in the silence of space, signaling his final end.

"That creature truly lived up to his legacy of battling the Yuan Yang Ancestor; his resilience far exceeded my predictions," Chen Mobai noted. With a flick of his wrist, the Primordial Yang Sword dissolved back into golden light, returning to the Second Primeval Spirit at the Five Peaks Immortal Mountains. "Pure Yang, your power has far surpassed what we dared to imagine!" Qi Yuheng remarked, visibly shaken. "Truly? I have been displaying my full strength this entire time, have I not?" Chen Mobai replied, genuinely puzzled. "How did you refine your Law Domain? Could you impart that wisdom?" Water Narcissus asked, cutting straight to the point.

"Ah, that?" Chen Mobai realized the interest of the crowd. "I only just perfected it during my recent seclusion. Isn't that why I was almost late for our gathering earlier? I intended to speak about it at the main hall during our meeting, but no one gave me the opportunity." Chen Mobai felt a momentary spark of grievance; he had tried multiple times to pivot the conversation, but nobody had taken the bait. "Did you truly finalize the Six Imperial Scripture in only thirteen years of meditation?" Qi Yuheng asked, his eyes wide with incredulity. "Not quite, I had consulted you all extensively beforehand. And because the Law Domain and the Six Imperial Scripture share roots with the Seven Great Heavenly Books, my proficiency allowed for a natural breakthrough," Chen Mobai explained, modestly inflating the time frame to save their pride. Even so, the surrounding cultivators looked at him as if he were a beast of legend.