King of Creation Chapter 1684 - 1669: An Intact Corpse?

Abbot Jiwei initially believed it was just an odd assassin. Despite eighty percent of the Divine Masters in the Luo Prefecture Branch Temple vanishing mysteriously and himself suffering grave wounds as the abbot.

Still, the Luo Prefecture Branch Temple's remaining strength allowed them to seize him without much trouble.

However, mere breaths into the fight, Abbot Jiwei found himself shocked.

For the unfolding scene meant that instead of capturing the assassin, he now worried about how many survivors would remain in the Luo Prefecture Branch Temple if the battle dragged on!

Within those initial ten breaths, all nine surviving Realm King Divine Masters fell, nearly eighty percent of the more than three hundred Grand Spirit Masters perished under that eerie Sword Light, and though fewer than thirty percent of the three thousand Spirit Masters and seven thousand Divine Masters had died, total disarray gripped them.

Beyond that, the hundred Late-stage Dark Palace Realm Tree Demons held them firmly in check, while the rampaging Ancient Fierce Beast, the Nine-Headed Beast, added to the pandemonium.

Theoretically, among nearly ten thousand fighters, gathering just a thousand for a unified barrage could wound the Ancient Fierce Beast, the Nine-Headed Beast, or even take down a Late-stage Dark Palace Realm Tree Demon.

Even the mightiest Late-stage Dark Palace Realm Martial Artist would perish regretfully against a thousand Mid-stage Divine Communication Realm Martial Artists' relentless assault.

Yet, what drove Abbot Jiwei to near insanity was the inability of these nearly ten thousand to mount any proper resistance.

Truth be told, the Spirit Masters and Divine Envoys of the Heavenly Temple bore no blame for failing to counter effectively—the Mirage Dragon Primordial Spirit Achou had executed Ye Zhen’s strategy to perfection.

Expecting a hundred Spirit Void Fruit Tree Demons and the Nine-Headed Beast to wipe out nearly ten thousand Spirit Masters and Divine Envoys was utterly unrealistic.

Thus, Ye Zhen ordered the Mirage Dragon Primordial Spirit Achou, leader of the Spirit Void Fruit Tree Demons, to employ a tactic of harassing to sow chaos and striking with lethal precision.

Every Spirit Void Fruit Tree Demon abandoned direct kills, opting instead for broad assaults to prevent the Spirit Masters and Divine Envoys from coordinating strikes.

Likewise, the Ancient Fierce Beast, the Nine-Headed Beast, followed suit, dashing at blinding speeds to instill terror and disorder!

Ye Zhen, as army commander, knew full well the devastating might of over a hundred Spirit Masters unleashing a combined assault.

The Spirit Void Fruit Tree Demons and Nine-Headed Beast served to buy time, holding out until Purple Spirit, Ye Zhen’s Demon Marshal’s Avatar, or Ye Zhen personally could intervene and crush these Spirit Masters swiftly.

Regrettably, the wounded Abbot Jiwei appeared to discern Ye Zhen’s scheme.

As soon as Ye Zhen and the Demon Marshal’s Avatar became available, Abbot Jiwei shifted tactics, withdrawing first into the Sun and Moon Divine Palace of the Luo Prefecture Branch Temple while ordering the surviving Grand Spirit Masters, Spirit Masters, and Divine Envoys to follow suit.

Abbot Jiwei’s orders gave direction to the previously directionless Spirit Masters and Divine Envoys in their frantic battle.

They surged toward the Sun and Moon Divine Palace, overwhelming the dozen-plus large Spirit Void Fruit Tree Demons obstructing that path.

Luckily, the Demon Marshal’s Avatar and Ye Zhen were now free to act.

The Demon Marshal’s Avatar, at Seventh Stage Realm King Realm cultivation, utterly dominated the Middle to Late Stage Divine Communication Realm Spirit Masters.

Comparing it to an adult thrashing a child fell short of capturing the dominance, particularly wielding the High Grade Demon Suppressing Device, Blood Shadow—a single swing of its thousand-meter blood-red saber light decapitated hundreds.

At the same time, hundreds of Innate Divine Souls wailed as the War Soul Blood Flag, hovering in the void, consumed them.

Meanwhile, Ye Zhen’s Xuan Fire Drill ravaged huge swathes with each blast, detonating explosively.

Whenever the Xuan Fire Drill detonated, Spirit Masters and Divine Envoys caught within a hundred meters radius vanished completely without a trace.

Now that Ye Zhen and the Demon Marshal’s Avatar had thrown themselves into attacking the Spirit Masters and Divine Envoys, what was once a simple massacre evolved into a brutal harvest.

Reaping their lives outright!

Abbot Jiwei's eyes bulged in furious disbelief at the horrifying scene. These were the core pillars supporting their entire Luo Prefecture Branch Temple.

He despised his own negligence. If only his wounds weren't so devastating.

Had he merely intervened to briefly obstruct the strikes from Ye Zhen and the Demon Marshal’s Avatar, granting those Spirit Masters and Divine Envoys a slim opportunity to mount a coordinated counterstrike, an earth-shattering turnaround would have been inevitable.

Regrettably, merely suppressing his injuries was an immense struggle at this moment. As for forsaking his physical body entirely, he simply couldn't bring himself to do it.

Having advanced to the Half-step Dao Realm, with true Dao Realm breakthrough just around the corner, ditching his fleshly form now would render his centuries of painstaking cultivation utterly futile.

Unwilling to accept it!

Thus, despite the agonizing torment, Abbot Jiwei gritted his teeth and endured. Once they withdrew into the Sun and Moon Divine Palace, safety would be theirs!

The Heavenly Temple's Divine Palace was no mere facade.

Offering Abbot Jiwei a sliver of relief, even as the Soul Demon Sovereign and Ye Zhen mowed down Spirit Masters and Divine Envoys from their Luo Prefecture Branch Temple like cutting straw—nearly ten thousand in total—a handful still broke free.

He dared not glance at the Grand Spirit Masters any longer.

Flesh shredded into dozens of chunks by Sword Light, mingled with their piercing screams, sealed the grim destiny of those Grand Spirit Masters.

Little time remained before Purple Spirit butchered them all.

Ten people!

Twenty people!

Thirty people!

Fifty people!

Survivors kept slipping away from Ye Zhen’s Xuan Fire Drill and the Demon Marshal’s Avatar’s blood-red blade glow, filling Abbot Jiwei—who had just fallen back into the Sun and Moon Divine Palace—with wild excitement.

"Hurry, get here fast!" That was the sole action the gravely wounded Abbot Jiwei could manage right now.

Flames, slashing blades, sword gleams, shrieks, the Tree Demon's emerald silhouette, blood sprays, and a whirlwind of brilliant chaotic lights turned the Luo Prefecture Branch Temple into a scene of total pandemonium.

Furthermore, dozens of Spirit Masters bursting free from the Demon Marshal’s Avatar’s blade light and Ye Zhen’s Xuan Fire Drill intensified the mayhem even more.

No one spotted the two Martial Artists posing as Spirit Masters, who seized the disorder to sneak into the shadows trailing Ye Zhen and merge seamlessly with the group of Spirit Masters who had dodged death.

Abbot Jiwei, channeling most of his strength to stem his injuries while surveilling the whole battlefield, failed to detect those two Martial Artists infiltrating the Spirit Masters' ranks.

He even beamed with delight upon spotting two more Spirit Masters slip away unharmed.

The rest of the Spirit Masters, petrified by the slaughter of thousands among their Spirit Masters and Divine Envoys, longed desperately for extra legs to speed their flight; they spared no thought for how others escaped.

"Quick, come in!"

"Hurry! Everyone, rush into the Sun and Moon Divine Palace now!" As the first Spirit Master stumbled into the Sun and Moon Divine Palace, Abbot Jiwei bellowed at the top of his lungs.

But in that instant, Abbot Jiwei's face turned rigid!

Sword light blazed forth, cleaving in two the dozen or so Spirit Masters who had narrowly evaded Ye Zhen and the Demon Marshal’s Avatar.

Purple Spirit had at last wiped out over three hundred Grand Spirit Masters and plunged into this feast of soul-harvesting.

The Purple Spirit Immortal Sword's arrival transformed the harvest into unadulterated butchery.

Before, Ye Zhen had held back on purpose with weaker strikes, letting Spirit Masters flee one after another, but Purple Spirit's involvement sealed off all escapes for them.

Utter slaughter in a harvest frenzy, accelerating at breakneck pace.

Indeed, a few in utter terror bolted straight out of the Luo Prefecture Branch Temple as their first impulse after breaking free.

Yet the Cloud Winged Tiger King Kitten's savage claws awaited them!

In the end, fifty-three Spirit Masters made it safely inside the Sun and Moon Divine Palace. Before the final few could cross the threshold, Abbot Zhaoshi abruptly coughed up a gush of golden blood and thundered, "Sun and Moon Divine Might, resplendent in the world!"

Accompanied by the thunderous roar, a mysterious surge rippled outward, draping a slender crimson barrier over the entrance of the Sun and Moon Divine Palace.

In the instant that followed, the Blood Shadow Long Saber's blade gleam erupted, splattering the blood of those four Spirit Masters—who had just barely squeezed inside the Sun and Moon Divine Palace—across the barrier woven from Creation Spirit Light.

That splash of blood gleamed with utter irony!

A oppressive aura, all too familiar, radiated from the delicate scarlet barrier, instantly revealing to Ye Zhen its true nature as Creation Spirit Light.

Abbot Jiwei had unleashed a forbidden art to rouse the might of the Sun and Moon Divine Monarch’s enshrined Divine Statue within the Sun and Moon Divine Palace.

It mirrored precisely the events from before, when Ye Zhen had slaughtered everyone at the Shahe City Branch Temple.

Ye Zhen had anticipated this very instant!

"Hmph, what is this?"

"Blast it apart for me! I refuse to believe it can't be shattered!" Ye Zhen feigned ignorance and bellowed in fury.

Right then, under Abbot Jiwei's lead, the fifty-three remaining Spirit Masters settled into meditative focus—eyes on noses, noses on hearts—their hands weaving intricate seals,

as spiritual power and divine soul force burst forth from every part of their beings, while they intoned with fervent devotion, "Sun and Moon Divine Might, resplendent in the world!"

Those hymn-like voices transformed into surging tides of pious faith, converging into a mighty stream that flooded the grand central Divine Statue of the Sun and Moon Divine Palace, igniting its eyes with deep crimson radiance.

Viewed from afar, the Sun and Moon Divine Monarch Statue appeared to awaken to life through Abbot Jiwei's command, its crimson gaze abruptly channeling into the Creation Spirit Light barrier, which trembled fiercely beneath the onslaught from the Purple Spirit and the Demon Marshal’s Avatar.

With the ceaseless chants from more than fifty Spirit Masters, the divine glow in the Sun and Moon Divine Monarch Statue's eyes blazed ever brighter!

Abbot Jiwei's face grew ever more assured, his eyes sharpening with intensity!

None would dare challenge the Heavenly Temple Branch Temple that towered supreme over the realm without cause.

Yet neither Abbot Jiwei nor the rest of the Spirit Masters spotted the pair among them whose hand seals strayed from the norm.

Having lived through the Shahe City Branch Temple massacre firsthand, Ye Zhen recognized that his meticulously laid scheme was on the verge of activation.

In that precise instant, feeling the Creation Spirit Light fully empowered, Abbot Jiwei thrust a finger toward Ye Zhen and snarled, "Where is Cheng Ji?"

"What have you done to Cheng Ji? Speak up, and I might leave your corpse whole."