The only response to the Evil Flood Dragon was the Circulation Wheel inside his Dantian, which spun faster and faster, and the Lingma Mountain God’s eyes, which had rekindled with Five-Colored Divine Fire.
There was no point in talking.
Now that he had achieved Foundation Establishment, the only path forward was to carve out a Heaven-Reaching Dao through slaughter!
BOOM!
The Five-Colored Divine Light erupted once more. The Lingma Mountain God took a step forward, withstanding the combined assault of the three Divine Spirits’ Decrees as it launched a desperate charge toward the entrance of the Celestial Ladder!
’Like a lingering ghost...’
The Beastkeeping Commissioner, who had been slinking around the edge of the battlefield like a cold, venomous snake, could finally hold back no longer.
Seeing the Night Patrol God’s killing blow blocked and the Prison-Suppressing Evil Flood Dragon’s binding attack fail, the Deity wielding the authority of enslavement understood that if this dragged on, once the outsider fully stabilized his Realm, no one would be able to stop him today.
"If you’re so determined to risk your life, then I shall let you witness my true depths!"
A look of cruel resolve flashed in the Beastkeeping Commissioner’s vertical pupils. Its tattered Bone Whip stabbed into the void, and it uttered a decree that made one’s Divine Soul tremble:
"Decree—Chariot Commander!"
In an instant, countless wretched wails and beastly roars intertwined, shattering the very air.
Behind the Beastkeeping Commissioner, a vast cloud of ghastly green mist billowed out.
By the power of the Decree, the Divine Souls and Flesh and Blood were forcibly extracted from the hundreds of unfortunate Cultivators it had previously enslaved, as well as the thousand-plus Demon Beasts it had gathered in the Secret Realm.
Their bodies disintegrated as their Divine Souls were forcibly merged.
A terrifying phantom, standing seventy to eighty zhang tall, took shape with a thunderous roar behind the Beastkeeping Commissioner. Though slightly smaller than the Lingma Mountain God, its malevolent aura was far more intense.
It was a stitched-together monstrosity with the face of a beast, the body of a man, and Three Heads and Six Arms.
Its three heads were patched together from innumerable tormented human faces. Its six arms were covered in the scales and sharp claws of Demon Beasts. Every inch of its skin writhed, as if countless vengeful souls were struggling within.
This was the ultimate expression of the Beastkeeping authority: to gather the power of an entire army and forge a warlord of pure slaughter!
"KILL!!!"
With a sharp cry from the Beastkeeping Commissioner, the three-headed, six-armed phantom solidified. Its six giant arms brandished weapons condensed from bone as it charged at Chu Bai like a frenzied demon.
’That was fast.’
Atop the altar in the Underground Palace, Chu Bai’s expression was grave.
Faced with this foul, oncoming wind, he remained calm. He used this brief opening to push the Circulation Wheel within him to its absolute limit.
The five-colored millstone spun wildly. The fragments of the Black Iron Mace he had crushed, along with the Sky-Suppressing Kite Divine Corpse he had just devoured, were completely refined into two streams of incomparably pure, flowing Dao Charm.
The black iron transformed into Geng Metal Qi, reinforcing Chu Bai’s attacks and giving them a needle-like sharpness.
The Hongyuan transformed into Spatial Dao Charm, imbuing the cumbersome body of the Mountain God with a fluid grace and making it far more nimble.
Nourished by these two forces, Chu Bai’s aura grew even more profound and stable.
’My Dao Foundation is formed. It allows me to ignore elemental attributes and forcibly refine any Spiritual Mechanism here.’
’But my current weakness is also obvious... I possess the quantity and quality of Spiritual Power of the Foundation Establishment Realm, but I haven’t had time to learn any Skills at that level.’
Chu Bai understood his situation perfectly.
Divine Power Techniques of the Foundation Establishment Stage required long periods of comprehending the heavens and the earth to master.
’However...’
A cold glint flashed in Chu Bai’s eyes. His hands abruptly formed a Seal, the Spiritual Light of the Five Elements dancing on his fingertips with microscopic precision.
’Who says a Qi Cultivation Skill can’t kill a Divine Spirit?’
’All of my Magic Techniques have reached the Micro Level. If I infuse them with this vast, Foundation Establishment-quality Spiritual Power, a change in quantity... can also bring about a change in quality!’
Having reached this conclusion, Chu Bai hesitated no more. He controlled the Mountain God’s right hand, which gleamed with a metallic luster. Instead of simply making a fist, he brought two fingers together to form a sword-finger.
At the same time, the ocean of Foundation Establishment Spiritual Power within him, guided by his Micro Level control over his meridians, was violently compressed into the very tip of that sword-finger.
’Spirit Water Needle... no, at this moment, it should be called the Spiritual Water Divine Spear!’
BOOM!
Facing the charging, three-headed, six-armed monster, the Lingma Mountain God thrust a finger forward.
The Spirit Water Needle, which was originally as fine as an ox hair, had now transformed into a ten-zhang-long, highly compressed torrent of the Water Element.
The torrent moved so fast and was under such immense pressure that it manifested as a blade of sharp white light, seemingly capable of slicing through anything.
With a soft sound.
One of the heads of the seemingly invincible, three-headed, six-armed warlord was instantly pierced through by the attack!
Countless vengeful souls screamed as they dissipated.
"What?!" The Beastkeeping Commissioner was aghast. It never imagined that its opponent could generate such terrifying piercing power using such a Low Tier technique.
But it was a veteran Divine Spirit, after all, and its reactions were lightning-fast.
"Close in!"
At its mental command, the injured warlord advanced instead of retreating. Its remaining five arms latched onto the Mountain God’s right arm, tearing at it relentlessly like a cancer clinging to bone.
At the same time, the Night Patrol God and the Prison-Suppressing Evil Flood Dragon saw their chance and attacked again from the left and right.
These three Divine Spirits were clearly battle-hardened. Even with one injured, as long as they coordinated their efforts, it would be harder than ascending to heaven for Chu Bai to kill any one of them.
’Truly troublesome.’
Chu Bai’s brow furrowed. He controlled the Mountain God’s left arm in a wide sweep, forcing back the ambushing Wandering God, but was then struck by the Evil Flood Dragon’s tail, causing the giant body to shudder.
He knew he was ultimately at a disadvantage in terms of techniques. To break this stalemate, he needed to wait for a decisive opportunity—a turning point that could settle the matter in one fell swoop.
And that turning point...
Chu Bai looked up at his surroundings.
As the passage between the two realms was about to open, the spatial collapse of this Cyan Nether Realm had reached its final stage.
The once-vast world had now shrunk to nothing more than a "Beast Fighting Arena" less than ten li across.

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