King of Creation Chapter 2013 - 1998: Creation Mysterious Spirit (Second Update)

Facing the ten-thousand-foot golden sword light that seemed to carry the aura of a deity, the only thought and reaction for Clan Leader Tu Zheng of the Qingqiu Fox Clan was just one word.

That word was escape!

Escape at all costs!

But in that instant, under the shroud of that seemingly divine ten-thousand-foot golden sword light, everything seemed to slow down relatively.

Originally, Tu Zheng’s speed was several times faster than lightning, but under the shroud of this ten-thousand-foot golden sword light, it seemed as slow as a snail.

It was an indescribable strange feeling. Tu Zheng knew very well that his speed hadn’t slowed down, but in front of this ten-thousand-foot golden light, his speed was no different from that of a snail.

Without hesitation, countless streams of spirit light surged on Tu Zheng’s body; intricate Spirit Armor covered with numerous Dao Patterns emerged. Along with this Spirit Armor, an ancient, heavily patterned tortoise shell full of a deep, heavy aura appeared.

At the same instant, a gigantic shadow of a Green Fox emerged from behind Tu Zheng, thanks to him driving his Primordial Spirit Power to the extreme.

Over a hundred faintly glowing jade talismans, at least two hundred beast skin treasure talismans emitting various lights and etched with blood patterns, an earth-yellow spirit banner radiating the aura of a mid-grade postnatal spiritual treasure, and more than twenty shields and banners oozing with the aura of supreme suppression artifacts, all flew out.

The inexplicable fear from the depths of his heart, which left Tu Zheng utterly terrified, caused him to throw out all his life-saving treasures hidden away for emergencies.

It was only because Tu Zheng’s Primordial Spirit Power was immensely strong that he could simultaneously trigger so many treasures. It would have been impossible for someone else.

Tu Zheng was certain this was the first time in his life he had triggered so many life-saving treasures.

Moreover, he wanted to mobilize even more treasures, but unfortunately, he didn’t have the chance.

The interwoven golden sword light, drawing incredibly mysterious trajectories, enveloped Tu Zheng like a fishnet, holding him tightly.

What terrified Tu Zheng even more was that the numerous life-saving treasures he mobilized were like tofu in front of this golden sword light.

Especially the ten-thousand-year patterned tortoise shell, which Tu Zheng pinned his hopes on. It was a high-grade postnatal spiritual treasure with incredibly strong defensive capabilities, and even a full-powered strike from an ordinary Creation God could be blocked by it.

But under this golden sword light, several hundred strands of golden sword light easily sliced through it, turning this high-grade postnatal spiritual treasure that had saved Tu Zheng from countless deadly attacks into powder.

Yes, directly turned into powder.

A spirit tortoise phantom covered in old patterns that had just poked out its head didn’t have time to let out a sound before it was shattered by the golden sword light.

The postnatal spiritual treasure infused with Primordial Spirit was completely destroyed, damaging Tu Zheng’s primordial spirit as he spurted large mouthfuls of fresh blood, enhancing his terror.

A high-grade postnatal spiritual treasure, a supreme defensive treasure, was utterly obliterated, only managing to block a few hundred strands of golden sword light.

And the golden sword light before him numbered tens of thousands.

In the next moment, before Tu Zheng could react, the hundreds of faintly glowing jade talismans he had thrown out, along with the two hundred beast skin treasure talismans emitting various lights and etched with blood patterns, turned into powder under the golden sword light.

Turning into powder along with them was the second mid-grade postnatal spiritual treasure, a Precious Yellow Flag, that Tu Zheng offered. This Precious Yellow Flag was a precious defensive-type postnatal spiritual treasure.

But, worse than the ten-thousand-year patterned tortoise shell, as the golden sword light descended, the artifact spirit of the Precious Yellow Flag hadn’t even had time to react before being obliterated into nothingness.

In an instant, the ten-thousand-foot golden sword light began to cut into Tu Zheng’s true body; before the sword light could touch his body, the intricate Dao Pattern covered Protective Spirit Armor completely broke down into countless streams of spirit light.

At the moment Tu Zheng’s pupils dilated, countless strands of golden sword light drowned him in an instant.

At the same instant, Ye Zhen’s eyes also widened to the extreme.

"Did I overestimate this old fellow? Using the entirety of All Living Beings’ Will Power at once, is that a bit too much of a waste?"

Ye Zhen felt a slight pang of heartache as he watched Tu Zheng get overwhelmed by the golden sword light but didn’t feel any regret.

Since he had begun to sense a premonition through the Heavenly Mechanism Secret, Ye Zhen had made this decision.

No matter what, he wanted to give the newcomer an extremely unforgettable, even eternally unforgettable, lesson.

And the only thing upon Ye Zhen that could harm someone like Tu Zheng, who was in the Half-step Creation Realm, was the All Living Beings’ Will Power.

Thus, after discussing with Purple Spirit, Ye Zhen entrusted all the Will Power to Purple Spirit for use.

Ye Zhen had anticipated that the power might be incredibly terrifying.

But he hadn’t expected it to be so terrifying.

Whether it was the high-grade postnatal spiritual treasure that leaned towards defense or the mid-grade postnatal treasure, under this golden sword light, they were no different from tofu.

Initially, Ye Zhen intended to give Tu Zheng an unforgettable lesson, but looking at the current situation, it seemed possible to kill Tu Zheng.

"Damn it, this move might be able to kill other Half-step Creation beings, but if you want to kill a Half-step Creation from the Fox Clan, especially a clan leader of such existence, it’s simply impossible!"

Just as the voice of the Mirage Dragon Primordial Spirit, Achou, rose, a mass of flowing light, colorful like a mound, suddenly flew out from Tu Zheng’s primordial spirit, instantly spreading light and shielding Tu Zheng.

"A Creation Spiritual Treasure?"

In the void, a cold snort from Purple Spirit echoed. Countless golden sword lights in the sky suddenly transformed, becoming incredibly sharp in an instant.

Every golden sword light began to wildly unleash Sword Qi with a hissing sound. At the moment of its appearance, the Sword Qi pierced the void of the Taimeng Demon Realm into something akin to a sieve, revealing the grey, misty chaotic void.

The terrifying suction of the broken spatial barriers immediately resembled a black hole, devouring all the mountains, rocks, grass, and trees within a thousand-mile radius.

In the blink of an eye, the entire mountain range within a thousand miles was swallowed by the chaotic void, and countless creatures wailed in despair.

But in the instant they were engulfed, all the cries vanished suddenly, including that mountain, as they turned into nothingness within the chaotic void.

"Is this the Qingqiu Tomb?" Ye Zhen’s face showed a look of horror.

"This is only the Creation Mysterious Spirit of the Qingqiu Tomb, and even that is injured and incomplete!" The voice of the Mirage Dragon Primordial Spirit, Achou, sounded.

Sword light that suddenly became ten times sharper descended in waves, causing the brilliance shaped like a burial mound to quickly weaken.

The golden sword light clashed with the dazzling brilliance shaped like a burial mound, resembling two armies encountering and engaging in a hand-to-hand battle, rapidly depleting each other’s strength.

Tu Zheng, the Great Clan Leader of the Qingqiu Fox Clan, let out continuous, hoarse cries, spewing mouthfuls of Origin Essence Blood, as if money were no object, wildly towards the Creation Mysterious Spirit of the Qingqiu Tomb.

Each mouthful of Origin Essence Blood would slightly increase the brilliance of the Creation Mysterious Spirit of the Qingqiu Tomb, but under the endless golden sword light’s onslaught, the spiritual light of the Creation Mysterious Spirit diminished even faster.

"Die!"

Purple Spirit in the void, for the first time in battle, screamed shrilly. The originally descending golden sword light suddenly flickered, the golden sword light shot straight into the sky, merging into the countless starlight in the sky.

The next moment, the golden sword light that merged with endless starlight descended from the sky like a silver galaxy falling to the ground.

It was as if the luminosity of all the stars in the sky had simultaneously shifted, illuminating Tu Zheng, making it impossible for him to hide.

The silver starlight, fused with the golden sword light and driven by it, moved with a mysterious trajectory from all directions towards the brilliant flowing light that protected Tu Zheng and enclosed the Creation Mysterious Spirit of the Qingqiu Tomb.

Visible to the naked eye, the spiritual light of the Creation Mysterious Spirit of the Qingqiu Tomb melted away rapidly, and in a blink of an eye, more than half of the spiritual light had dissipated.

Tu Zheng let out cries of anguish and heartbreak.

The Creation Mysterious Spirit of the Qingqiu Tomb had been nurtured for so many years, and it had only just recovered a little primordial energy.

But in just this one battle today, more than half of it was melted away.

This was akin to returning to the state of liberation overnight.

What was even worse was that after summoning countless starlight from the void, the power of the golden sword light not only increased again, but the sword light seemed inexhaustible, making Tu Zheng immensely fearful.

"Retreat!"

Tu Zheng emitted a shrill cry like a fox at its wits’ end; if they did not retreat, even the foundation of their Fox Clan might be lost here today.

Ye Zhen showed a trace of doubt on his face; at this point, how could Tu Zheng retreat?

Could Tu Zheng escape?

The next moment, Tu Zheng provided Ye Zhen with an answer.

A huge multicolored fox shadow, with hues of blue, yellow, and blue, appeared behind Tu Zheng. The seven massive fox tails, like seven large canopies, instantly formed into seven layers of phantom, enveloping Tu Zheng completely.

The silver-gold sword light slashed down, instantly breaking through the outermost phantom layer.

Tu Zheng let out a painful muffled hum; at that moment, a massive fox tail, more than a hundred meters long, fell from the sky out of thin air, and Tu Zheng’s figure inexplicably slipped out of Purple Spirit’s sword light range, vanishing thousands of miles away in an instant.

"Trying to escape, dream on!"

The silver-gold sword light, like a long rainbow, instantly spanned a thousand miles, once again striking down towards the massive fox shadow that Tu Zheng had transformed into.

This time, six phantoms exuding an indescribable mysterious aura appeared above the massive fox shadow Tu Zheng had transformed into.

The sword light slashed down, and another massive fox tail, more than a hundred meters long, fell from the sky. At the instant Tu Zheng’s protective phantom reduced to five layers, his figure inexplicably slipped out of the range of Purple Spirit’s sword light again.

But this time, at the moment the massive fox tail fell, the previously vanishing Creation Mysterious Spirit of the Qingqiu Tomb reappeared, wrapped around Tu Zheng fiercely, transforming into a colorful mystical light. Before Purple Spirit’s sword light could pursue, it disappeared into the sky in an instant.

By the time Ye Zhen looked over, there was not even a trace of Qi to be sensed.

"These foxes from Tu Mountain, with a tail for each life, are most detestable." Purple Spirit’s voice of resignation came from the void.

"Quick, Lord Ye, quickly go seal that fox tail. That fox tail is quite a treasure; Tu Zheng has a total of seven fox tails, and each represents one-seventh of Tu Zheng’s strength!" The Mirage Dragon Primordial Spirit, Achou, laughed heartily and urged.