I Really Am A Villain Chapter 1813 - Sun-Moon, Heavenly Palace

The Dharma Seal plummeted down, enveloping heaven and earth in a scorching sun and shadowy moon.

A deafening explosion resounded as the sun and moon fused. Its overwhelming force eclipsed all else, with infinite power bursting forth without cease.

Under the combined descent of sun and moon, the world quaked and shattered.

All the attackers unleashed their maximum power, but the Earth-Heart Mother-Thunder Peach Tree stayed utterly serene.

Lightning threads gathered along its trunk, crackling noises echoing relentlessly.

Within the destruction, new energy arose from the lightning, forming a crystalline barrier.

It manifested as a lightning shield, excelling in both assault and protection.

Clearly, the peach tree held no enmity toward the group. Its purpose leaned toward forcing them to withdraw amid hardship. If intent on true aggression, it would never employ such gentle tactics.

Demon Peak’s rush slammed into the shield first. The barrier only rippled faintly, without any trace of crumbling.

The Golden Crow arrived next, swathed in ferocious Golden Crow flames. Fire consumed its talons, as though able to shred all existence. The sky tore like flimsy parchment under its seize.

Still, this dread attack couldn’t rattle the shield. The counterforce flung Zhao Jinwu hurtling back.

Meanwhile, Saintess Qing and Shen Hongrong traded a look and readied a united strike.

The Heavenly Luan Void Seal counted among divine skills that could confine space.

A heavenly luan’s shriek reverberated through the vault of heaven. A formless luan specter darted past, locking down the whole sky.

Soon after, the Rage of the Heavenly Demon King’s sorcery appeared as flocks of Witch Crows surging ahead.

Viewed nearby, they were endless tiny Witch Crows jammed together. From afar, they coalesced into a colossal divine crow.

This divine crow stemmed from merging countless Witch Crows. Its aura crushed everything, its vigor soaring vibrantly.

Its murky gaze carried soul-stealing prowess. Titanic wings eclipsed the firmament with every beat.

A violet deluge gushed from the divine crow’s beak.

Thunderous bellows rang out as the deluge bore death, wickedness, erosion, and hosts of other powers fused.

The moment power connected, the lightning shield detonated repeatedly. Lightning bolts eroded one by one.

“It’s working,” the group’s eyes gleamed, elation swelling before it peaked.

Then another blast erupted.

Provoked as if personally, the lightning shield shaped a lightning bolt into a Thunder God’s Hammer.

One smash toppled the heavens.

Despite the divine crow’s desperate evasion, one wing shattered. Torment maddened it, spurring a berserk, kamikaze plunge at the shield.

The Thunder God’s Hammer descended anew.

This strike savagely demolished Saintess Qing’s spatial seal.

The hammer met the divine crow in direct clash.

The full void paused for a split second.

“Now,” Shen Hongrong bellowed.

Absolute Zero from Zhao Qiuyi arrived. Winter blanketed all, transforming the realm into storm and snow.

The chill raced outward, swallowing the peach tree whole. In moments, heavy snow coated the lightning shield, freezing solid swiftly.

“It worked,” the crowd shouted in thrill.

Fissures spiderwebbed the icy layer as the lightning shield buckled at last.

Ultimately, it exploded.

“The rest is up to you,” everyone pivoted to Wang Qianjun.

Their united efforts had barely breached the peach tree’s outer shield.

That achievement stunned on its own.

However, their inner energies neared depletion. Power remained essential for seizing the peaches, forbidding total exhaustion.

Wang Qianjun stayed mute.

Straight on, he faced the peach tree, sun and moon suspended above.

“As long as heaven and earth still have light, the great sun rises thirty thousand miles from the east.”

Wang Qianjun positioned hands behind his back, face stern. His golden robe billowed.

Instantly, sun and moon rotated behind him. The sky ignited in crimson blaze.

Innumerable rifts tore the skies. Meteoric fireballs poured from the gaps. Even a cursory scan showed no fewer than a thousand.

The peach tree naturally retaliated.

Lightning rampaged from its colossal trunk, which trembled, braiding into a gigantic thunder mesh.

The thunder mesh sealed tight, engulfing each fireball in silence.

Wang Qianjun’s eyes narrowed sharply.

Once more, his right hand slashed out.

“When heaven and earth fall into darkness, the bright moon becomes the heavenly palace.”

Darkness briefly engulfed the world.

Albeit fleeting, the eclipse summoned by any divine art proved horrifyingly potent.

Nearby disciples gaped in awe.

“Sun and Moon Scripture. That's the supreme technique of the Sun-Moon Lineage. I've heard it's incredibly tough to master.”

“Has Wang Qianjun truly pulled it off?”

“Far beyond just succeeding. He's brought the Sun and Moon Scripture to great completion. No surprise the Saint Son title is his.”

The onlookers gasped in wonder, their gazes glued to the peach tree.

Following that short-lived darkness, a majestic palace materialized high in the sky.

This palace was utterly magnificent, surrounded by lucky clouds and shimmering glows. Qilin beasts stood watch at its entrances, with a luminous moon suspended overhead.

Though nameless, the palace radiated a sense of distant sanctity.

Descending slowly, it seemed unstoppable by any force on earth.

“Heavenly Palace! That's the Heavenly Palace!” a voice cried out.

“Does something like that really exist here?”

“Legend has it the ancestor who devised the Sun and Moon Scripture once witnessed the real Heavenly Palace.”

“One day, a palace soared from horizon to horizon across the heavens. That ancestor glimpsed it just once but etched it forever in his mind.”

“From that, he forged the Heavenly Palace Moon Seal.”

The Heavenly Palace pressed down, seeking to crush the peach tree beneath it.

“Will it succeed?” somebody whispered.

An immense pressure emanated from the gigantic Heavenly Palace. It morphed and twisted relentlessly, leaving many feeling oppressed merely from its aura.

The peach tree sensed the threat too. Wild lightning amassed around it, with thunderbolts crashing repeatedly against the Heavenly Palace.

But the palace remained steadfast, utterly unshaken.

Regardless of the lightning's furious assault, it couldn't budge the palace at all.

Right when the Heavenly Palace neared its descent, a misty purple glow erupted suddenly from the peach tree.

Its limbs exploded in growth, swelling instantly into a gigantic tree.

Innumerable branches thrust skyward, shoving the Heavenly Palace up and suspending it in place.

“Impossible!” Wang Qianjun's expression turned grim.

“The Heavenly Palace suppresses every power under the heavens. How could a simple peach tree resist it?”

Shen Hongrong shook her head with a sigh. “Nothing but the authentic Heavenly Palace can dominate all. A cultivated version is just a mere phantom in the end.”

Crack, crack.

The branches supported the Heavenly Palace, yet bore tremendous stress.

Suddenly, the branches lashed out, flinging the Heavenly Palace directly at the gathered crowd.