My Disciples Are All Villains Chapter 1829 - Turmoil in the World
Previously on My Disciples Are All Villains...
Cultivators in the Sacred Region stared at the sky with indescribable terror. Confronted by the menacing aura of the sword energy and the crack, they stood frozen, unsure of how to react.
Boom!
Sword energy descended, and right at the brink of impact, Ming Xin abruptly materialized beneath the energy sword.
Flames blazed in Ming Xin’s eyes. With both hands, he gripped the Scales of Justice to intercept the sword strike capable of cleaving heaven and earth.
Everyone stood stunned.
Incredulity filled the four divine emperors as they stared at the golden Scales of Justice.
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Meanwhile, Lu Zhou’s ten disciples, scattered across the nine domains, seemed to forget their dire situations while gazing at the sky’s projection.
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Lu Zhou gripped Unnamed tighter and gazed down at Ming Xin.
Their eyes locked in a fierce clash of wills.
On a narrow path, the bolder forces the one with weaker aura to yield.
Ming Xin could no longer fully conceal his emotions at this moment. Anger and reluctance twisted his face as he growled deeply, “No one’s allowed to touch the Sacred Region!”
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Unnamed’s energy sword kept pressing down relentlessly on the Scales of Justice.
Lu Zhou eyed the Scales of Justice, arching an eyebrow faintly. He remarked, “The Scales of Justice is indeed a treasure. It can actually block my sword…”
Buzz!
Once more, the energy sword bore down.
Forced by the divine Dao power, the Scales of Justice descended, appearing on the verge of buckling.
At that instant, cultivators in the Sacred Region cried out in succession.
“Great Emperor!”
“Your Majesty!”
In the eyes of Sacred Region cultivators, Ming Xin was their pillar of strength. He supported them and, above all, ensured their survival. The Unholy One, however, seemed like a true demon to them now.
Ming Xin declared, “I exhausted all my energy to build the Sacred Region. The collapse of the Pillars of Destruction and the fall of the Great Void are heaven’s will. I want to give all of them a chance to leave, and I want to keep the Sacred Region safe and peaceful for all eternity! What’s so wrong about that?!”
Lu Zhou replied in a low tone, “Your death is imminent, but you still don’t know what you did wrong! I really can’t stand you.”
Bzzzzt!
Electric arcs crackling on Unnamed erupted with unmatched ferocity.
Boom!
Sensing the horrifying destructive force, Ming Xin was compelled to retreat airborne. He then flung the Scales of Justice skyward and shouted, “Balance!”
The Scales of Justice whirled 360 degrees through the air.
Power of the law roiled in the sky, seeking to draw more from the ten pillars of light.
Lu Zhou flicked his hand. “Hourglass of Time.”
Swoosh!
“Freeze.”
Energy from the Hourglass of Time swept outward; blue electric arcs blanketed everything like a web. Even the Heavenly Dao Flag and Great Stone of the Natural Law got ensnared in the blue arcs.
All motion halted.
Ming Xin froze for a breath before glaring at Lu Zhou and rumbling deeply, “You can’t freeze me!”
Swoosh!
Ming Xin dashed forward and seized the Scales of Justice, attempting to restore balance to the Sacred Region’s energy and power.
To his surprise, Lu Zhou said indifferently, “Who said I want to freeze you?”
“Hm?” Ming Xin instinctively lifted his head toward Lu Zhou as dread welled up inside. Moments later, Lu Zhou’s cold, commanding voice rang out.
“Countercurrent.”
‘The great law of time?!’ Ming Xin’s heart lurched; his eyes widened subtly in shock. Time began reversing around him. His hand drifted farther from the Scales of Justice. Simultaneously, the Heavenly Dao Flag and Great Stone of Natural Law appeared to overlap.
In the eerily stagnant space, Lu Zhou unleashed Countercurrent anew. The doubled invocation amplified its potency. Would Lu Zhou—or anybody—forgo such a prime chance to strike?
Unnamed’s sword energy plunged straight toward Ming Xin.
Yet in that instant, the Scales of Justice materialized before Ming Xin, exploding with golden radiance.
Boom!
The energy sword slammed into the Scales of Justice’s center.
Shockwaves from the clash rippled outward in all directions across the sky.
Time then resumed its normal flow.
The Scales of Justice smashed into Ming Xin, sending pain ripping through his organs. Primal Qi and law powers churned overhead as he hurtled backward over 30 miles before finally steadying himself.
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Observing from a distance, Bai Zhaoju couldn’t help exclaiming, “A supreme treasure unbound by laws! What an overbearing sword! It’s indeed extraordinary!”
“The Scales of Justice managed to block it twice so it’s also an extraordinary treasure…”
The four divine emperors observing the battle from a distance were utterly astonished.
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Ming Xin stared in disbelief at the Unholy One clutching Unnamed.
Lu Zhou kept his expression as serene as always while gazing back at Ming Xin.
At that moment, cultivators across the Sacred Region sensed a spark of hope and erupted into cheers.
“The Scales of Justice truly is a supreme treasure! It withstood the Unholy One’s full-powered strike!”
“Long live the Great Emperor! Long live the Great Void!”
“Long live the Great Emperor! Long live the Great Void!”
Cheers echoed thunderously through the heavens.
After fixing his gaze on Lu Zhou, Ming Xin bowed his head to inspect the Scales of Justice gripped in his palm.
Crack!
A sharp cracking noise echoed as the Scales of Justice shattered into two pieces!
One fragment abruptly dissolved into a sun-like orb of light, briefly bathing the entire Sacred Region in brilliance before fading and vanishing toward the horizon.
Ming Xin’s eyes bulged in horror, his hands shaking violently as he desperately tried to seize the leftover half of the Scales of Justice. Yet, his fingers clutched only empty air.
‘This… How can this be possible?!’
“The scales…” Ming Xin’s voice quivered faintly. His heart ached as if bleeding while he eyed the surviving half of the Scales of Justice.
The other portion of the Scales of Justice melted into a moon-like orb of light, its glow resembling snow and frost. It slowly dimmed and vanished into the heavens.
Ming Xin instinctively stretched out once more, but it was already too late.
The Scales of Justice, a sacred relic that had stood by Ming Xin for countless years, had battled myriad foes alongside him. Now destroyed by the Unholy One’s sword, how could he bear it?
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“...”
No surprise, the divine emperors—Bai Zhaoju, Chi Biaonu, Ling Weiyang, and Shang Zhang—were stunned once more.
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Having witnessed the Scales of Justice disintegrate, Lu Zhou lifted the sword in his grasp just a bit.
The sword’s radiance shone as brilliantly as ever, pulsing with immense might.
Then Lu Zhou declared, “Enduring two blows from my sword makes it a decent treasure indeed.”
Hearing this, Ming Xin’s eyes narrowed sharply as he glared at Lu Zhou. In a low, grave tone, he asked, “The Great Stone of Natural Law and the Heavenly Dao Flag originated from the Great Maelstrom… Does the sword you wield also hail from the Great Maelstrom?”
Lu Zhou ignored Ming Xin’s query. Instead, he aimed his sword at Ming Xin and intoned, “Speak your final words before I dispatch you…”
Ming Xin lifted his gaze to the ten pillars of light. He shut his eyes, drew a deep breath, and compelled himself to regain composure. Then he stated, “If my power amounted to no more than this, do you truly believe I could have reigned supreme in the Great Void for 100,000 years?”
“Hm?” Lu Zhou scrutinized Ming Xin’s actions intently.
Ming Xin lifted his hands, forming a sequence of rapidly shifting gestures. Soon, glowing lines ignited across Ming Xin’s form. They swiftly intertwined, shaping the image of a massive dragon.
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From various locations, Bai Zhaoju and Si Wuya, recognizing the figure simultaneously, cried out, “The god, You Ying?!”
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Lu Zhou’s brow furrowed faintly. He felt the ancient Dragon Soul quiver within the divine mark robe. ‘What is that? Even the ancient Dragon Soul fears it?’
Next, a translucent silhouette materialized from Ming Xin’s body.
At that instant, Bai Zhaoju sent a voice transmission to Lu Zhou: “Legends speak of the world’s two mightiest gods as the sun god, Zhu Zhao, and the moon god, You Ying. Born from Chaos, Zhu Zhao is a light dragon embodying the sun. You Ying commands the power of darkness as the moon’s representative, holding equal stature to the light dragon.”
“You Ying?” Lu Zhou arched a brow subtly. Fragments of memories about You Ying flickered through his thoughts.
As one of the world’s earliest humans, the Unholy One had sought to uncover the origins of Zhu Zhao and You Ying. But the cultivation era soon emerged, pushing the pursuit aside.
Ultimately, their births remained a mystery, as did their fates. Rumors claimed the daytime sun was Zhu Zhao, and the nighttime moon was You Ying.
Lu Zhou glanced skyward, yet spied nothing.
Suddenly, Ming Xin’s eyes snapped open wide, and he articulated clearly, “One must strive daily and advance with the era.”
With that, the colossal dragon lunged toward Lu Zhou.
Lu Zhou ascended higher into the sky and swung his sword at the dragon.
Swoosh!
As the blade ripped through the void, the dragon swelled larger while charging at Lu Zhou.
Lu Zhou somersaulted through the sky, unleashing his mighty teleportation power that carried him thousands of miles away in the mere blink of an eye.
Meanwhile, Ming Xin shot up into the heavens. As he channeled his intent, he dove into the clash too and started battling fiercely.
In an instant, it felt like they had crossed tens of thousands of miles.
Thus, the heavens over the Sacred Region fell quiet once more. Nothing remained but the ten beams of light and the ten Towers of Heaven hovering silently, steadily drawing in and channeling energy.
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Once the two powerhouses vanished at light speed, Si Wuya gazed at the Sacred Region via the projection.
Right then, Bai Zhaoju's voice transmission reached Si Wuya: “I’ll rescue you!”
Yet, catching Bai Zhaoju off guard, Si Wuya responded, “There’s no need.”
Bai Zhaoju asked, baffled, “Why?”
Si Wuya watched the ten pillars of light above the Sacred Region in the projection for a bit before replying enigmatically, “It’s almost time… There are another two hours left…”
“Hmm?”
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Lu Zhou and Ming Xin ripped through space amid their ferocious fight.
Within moments, they materialized above the Endless Ocean's surface.
Their brutal confrontation whipped up towering waves that pierced the skies and wiped out countless sea beasts without mercy.
Bolstered by You Ying, Ming Xin's strength had multiplied several times over.
This caught Lu Zhou off guard. He swung his sword wildly at Ming Xin and the unified dragon, demanding, “So this is where your confidence came from?”
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Being formless, the soul escaped the grasp of laws. Thus, even after Unnamed sliced You Ying apart, it swiftly reformed whole.
Ming Xin responded gravely, “You should know the answer to that!”
A thunderous roar echoed, shoving back the colossal waves.
The pair pressed on with their duel, shredding space in their wake.
Already turbulent, the Endless Ocean grew wilder from the clash of two supreme experts each wielding nine light disks, unleashing endless tsunamis that menaced the nine domains.
The nine domains quaked repeatedly.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
They sliced across the firmament toward the distant horizon. Laws churned chaotically overhead while You Ying’s soul aura crushed myriad sea beasts.
Just then, Kun from the ocean depths gradually ascended. Its massive form cast a gigantic shadow beneath the waves.
Lu Zhou swung his sword once more. “Slash!”
A 10,000-foot energy blade cleaved down on You Ying from head to tail, its force plunging into the sea's surface.
Kun shuddered violently and dove back into the depths swiftly.
Locked in combat, Lu Zhou and Ming Xin ignored everything else.
Once You Ying mended itself, it fused back with Ming Xin. Together, they sped eastward.
Lu Zhou pursued without delay.
In a single breath, they vanished beyond the horizon.
Some time later, Kun resurfaced atop the waves. Its gaze fixed eastward, seeming displeased as a fountain-like spout erupted from its blowhole. Then, it soared skyward, grumbling inwardly, ‘What bad luck!’
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Buzz! Buzz!
Ming Xin halted roughly 3,000 feet over the ocean.
Lu Zhou positioned himself opposite Ming Xin.
Both glanced downward simultaneously, realizing they had reached the Great Maelstrom.
The vortex stretched across what seemed like 10,000 miles, appearing endless.
Caught up in battle without tracking their path, the pair felt a touch of astonishment at arriving here.
Moments later, Ming Xin declared, “This is all fate.”
“I don’t believe in fate,” Lu Zhou retorted, sword aimed at Ming Xin. “Souls will gradually weaken. I want to see how long you can last with You Ying!”
Unwilling to yield, Ming Xin eyed the sky, gauging the hour. Then he proclaimed, “The Towers of Heaven will harness the ten seeds to forge new laws. Then, none can touch the Sacred Region. There, I’ll reign as an omnipotent god!”
“Omnipotent?” Lu Zhou arched a brow in doubt.
Ming Xin pressed on, “I never foresaw us returning to the Great Maelstrom. Let’s wager once more!”
“What bet?”
Ming Xin gestured at the swirling maelstrom. “A bet on who dares plunge into the space-time gateway!”