No authority.
No Decrees.
In this world governed by the strict rules of the Divine Dao, this meant he was a Mortal fighting bare-handed, stiff and clumsy, against a fully-armed Armored Warrior of consummate Skill.
No, it was worse than that.
Because his opponents wielded "rules"—the "Dao" unique to Foundation Establishment Divine Spirits, capable of crushing any form of simple power.
Before Chu Bai could even recover from this tremendous blow, a vast shadow loomed over him from above.
It was the Prison-Suppressing Evil Flood Dragon.
It had clearly seen through the giant’s facade. A flicker of contempt and cruelty flashed in its ghostly blue dragon eyes. After coiling its hundred-zhang-long body in the sky to build up enough power, it opened its cavernous maw and dove, aiming for the Mountain God’s defenseless nape!
"ROAR—"
Before the towering Dharma Body of the Mountain God could even struggle up from its kneeling position, the shattered, gray sky above was instantly dyed a heart-stopping, ghastly green.
The Prison-Suppressing Evil Flood Dragon had arrived.
As a Foundation Establishment Demon God that had once suppressed an entire region of water, it had none of the brutish habits of a creature that only knew how to fight up close.
Its hundred-zhang-long, blue-gold dragon body coiled a hundred zhang directly above the Mountain God’s head, and its abyssal mouth, filled with barbed fangs, suddenly gaped open to its absolute limit.
"SPLOOSH—"
A torrent of Dragon Breath—thick as ink and reeking with a pungent stench potent enough to knock a Qi Cultivation Cultivator unconscious—poured down like a heavenly river inverted, drenching the Mountain God’s broad back and head with perfect precision.
A sickening, corrosive hiss instantly echoed between heaven and earth.
In the core of the Underground Palace, Chu Bai’s pupils contracted sharply.
He could clearly feel that the Divine Body’s back, a ten-zhang-thick layer of Dark Gold rock strong enough to withstand the bombardment of an Upper Grade Magical Treasure, was as fragile as a block of lard tossed into a steel furnace before this Dragon Breath.
The once incomparably hard Golden Essence Rock instantly softened and blackened, then dissipated into clouds of foul-smelling black smoke.
That wasn’t just some ordinary strong acid; it was a Decree infused with the Law of Water Element Erosion!
In the face of such a High-tier Power, hardness on a purely physical level was meaningless.
’Such an attack... it’s impossible to block!’
Chu Bai’s heart sank.
The burning sensation, transmitted through his Divine Thought connection, made him feel as if someone had poured a bucket of scalding oil on his back and was now scrubbing it furiously with a steel brush.
But he could not retreat. He could not fall!
Because inside this Divine Body was the Underground Palace!
Once the Dragon Breath burned through its back, the venom, infused with the law of decay, would pour into the Underground Palace, and the thousand-plus lives inside would be reduced to pools of pus and blood in an instant!
"Get... UP!!!"
Chu Bai’s eyes were bloodshot, his gums torn from clenching his teeth. He recklessly overdrew his nearly depleted Divine Thought, forcing the melting Divine Body to rise.
He clumsily swung his massive stone arms, trying to grab the slippery eel coiling in the air.
However, the Evil Flood Dragon had long since gained sentience and possessed immense combat experience.
With just a slight twist of its body, it slithered away like a black bolt of lightning, evading the clumsy, giant stone hands.
At the same time, its thick, scaly tail whipped out.
"CRACK!"
The Divine Dragon Tail Swing struck the Mountain God squarely across the left side of its face.
Although it didn’t do much damage to the stone body, it was a move of ultimate humiliation. It was like a nimble assassin toying with a fully armed but blind giant.
Meanwhile, the most insidious of them all, the Beastkeeping Commissioner, who had been lurking in the shadows of the battlefield, finally made a move.
It didn’t choose a head-on confrontation like the other two Divine Spirits. It was more like a shrewd and cruel surgeon.
The Bone Whip in its hand swelled in the wind, then instantly disintegrated in mid-air, transforming into thousands of ghastly white Bone Serpents, each as thick as an arm.
Hissing, they frantically swarmed into the massive crack on the Mountain God’s knee—the one smashed open by the Wandering God!
These Bone Serpents didn’t destroy the rock. Their goal was exceptionally clear: to find the Spiritual Power channels flowing like blood vessels inside the Divine Body.
"Sever its Spiritual Power nodes! Paralyze it!"
The Beastkeeping Commissioner’s cold Decree echoed through the air, carrying a nauseating, bloody stench.
’Not good!’
Chu Bai felt a sudden, piercing pain shoot through his right leg, and in the next moment, his sense of control over it vanished completely.
It was the sign that the Spiritual Power transmission had been forcibly severed.
"THUD!"
The Mountain God, having just barely struggled halfway to its feet to counterattack, felt its right leg go limp once more.
This time, its massive, unsupported body could no longer maintain its balance, and it toppled heavily to the right.
Its mountain-like shoulder crashed into the ground, kicking up a colossal cloud of dust and smashing a huge crater into the ruins before the Underground Palace entrance.
Three Foundation Establishment Divine Spirits.
Though they had lost the clarity and consciousness of their former lives, their teamwork, born from combat instinct, was so perfect it was despair-inducing.
And in their midst, the colossal Mountain God controlled by Chu Bai was like an aged elephant hunted by a pack of wolves.
It possessed the power to shatter mountains and rivers, yet it was trapped in a mire, struggling desperately, unable to even touch the hem of its enemies’ clothes.
Meanwhile, the interior of the Underground Palace had long since become a Purgatory on earth.
Every heavy blow the Mountain God suffered, every bit of corrosion, and even every violent tremor of Spiritual Power was ultimately borne by the thousand-plus Qi Cultivation Cultivators inside the Underground Palace.
The moment the Night Patrol God’s first mace strike shattered the Mountain God’s knee...

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