The fist-sized, dark yellow Seal shot from his hand, swelling with the wind. In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a towering phantom of Taiyue, obscuring the golden light above the Celestial Ladder.
This was a Divine Body that concentrated the essence of the entire Lingma Mountain’s earth veins, compressed and refined by the Five Elements Divine Fire. How could it weigh anything less than a billion tons?
Furthermore, Chu Bai held the high ground, bolstered by the Celestial Ladder’s immense pressure that repelled all Alien Species.
The descent of this Seal was like the sky itself falling.
The instant the swarms of skeletal vipers touched the force field at the base of the Seal, they shattered like tissue paper, unable to offer even a moment’s resistance.
The Beastkeeping Commissioner didn’t even have time to let out a bloodcurdling scream before its venomous, vertical pupils were completely filled by the terrifying shadow.
SPLAT!
With a despairing roar, the Foundation Establishment Divine Spirit—famed for its Yin Poison and for enslaving countless creatures—was swatted like a fly by the Mountain God Seal and utterly crushed upon the golden steps of the Celestial Ladder.
Divine Blood splattered, and its shattered bones turned to paste, then were instantly purified into the Void by the sacred golden light of the Celestial Ladder.
"One."
Chu Bai’s expression didn’t change. He beckoned with his hand, and the blood-stained Seal arced through the air back into his palm. The Divine Blood slid off its inscribed patterns, leaving it completely clean.
Seeing this, the Night Patrol God charging right behind it came to a sudden halt.
Its body, forged from black iron, trembled violently—not only out of fear for the Great Seal, but also because the crushing pressure of the Celestial Ladder intensified with every step, making it nearly impossible to move. Each plate of its iron armor seemed to groan under the strain.
"What’s the matter? Giving up on your ’purification’?"
Chu Bai sneered, and his figure suddenly vanished.
In the next instant, he actually dismissed the protection of the Celestial Ladder’s golden light, transforming into a five-colored stream of light and appearing directly before the Wandering God.
"Courting death!!"
Seeing Chu Bai dare to abandon his Geographical Advantage and engage in close combat, a savage light erupted in the Wandering God’s eyes.
It was a Martial God specializing in combat, after all, and its reflexes were lightning-fast. Its heavy, black iron fists, imbued with the last of its Divine Dao Laws, flew viciously toward Chu Bai’s face.
However, Chu Bai neither dodged nor evaded.
The Circulation Wheel within his body roared and reversed its spin. The Power of the Five Elements shifted from life to destruction, coalescing into the most ferocious Fire Element.
Chu Bai pointed a finger. His Micro Level Magic Technique, amplified by his Foundation Establishment Spiritual Power, underwent a qualitative change. A pure white, intensely hot flame instantly engulfed the Wandering God’s fists.
"AAAAHHH!!"
The Wandering God shrieked in agony. Its so-called indestructible black iron arms rapidly turned crimson, softened, and began to drip away as molten iron beneath the white flames.
Before it could struggle, Chu Bai clenched his left fist. Infused with the Endless Life power of the Circulation Wheel and his newly strengthened Geng Metal Sharpness, he slammed a punch into its chest.
Its black iron body, already covered in cracks, finally reached its breaking point.
With a deafening BOOM, the Night Patrol God, famed for its defense and strength, was shattered into a thousand pieces by Chu Bai’s punch.
’Even without any specialized Magic Techniques, now that my foundation is solid, combat is brutally simple.’
"Two."
Chu Bai casually flicked the iron slag from his hand, his gaze piercing through the swirling dust to fix on the final enemy.
There, the Prison-Suppressing Evil Flood Dragon hovered stiffly in the void thousands of feet away.
It stared at its two companions, who had been slain in an instant. The greed and killing intent in its deep blue draconic eyes were gone, replaced by nothing but boundless terror.
It was afraid.
It wanted to flee, to retreat into the depths of the collapsing void.
It would rather die in the chaotic turbulence than face this monster.
"You want to leave now? It’s too late."
A cold glint flashed in Chu Bai’s eyes as he watched the Evil Flood Dragon turn to flee.
"I thought you loved to play with spatial blockades, trapping people to their deaths?"
He took a deep breath. Atop the Dao Foundation within his Dantian, the Spatial Dao Charm he had just refined from the Sky-Suppressing Kite glowed faintly.
He made a grasping motion with both hands toward the fleeing Evil Flood Dragon, then violently ripped his hands apart.
"Tear!"
Without warning, a pitch-black fissure split open in the void directly in the Evil Flood Dragon’s path.
This was no exit to the outside world, but a spatial fault capable of slicing through anything.
Unable to halt its momentum, the Evil Flood Dragon crashed headfirst into the rift with a terrified shriek.
The piercing draconic roar stopped abruptly.
Its massive Dragon Head was sliced clean off by the spatial fault. The enormous, headless corpse flew forward for hundreds of feet from sheer momentum before plummeting helplessly into the bottomless, dark Abyss below.
Three Foundation Establishment True Gods, annihilated!
Chu Bai stood upon the Celestial Ladder, his robes whipping in the wind, looking like a veritable War God.
"Now that you’re here, it would be a shame to let you go to waste."
Chu Bai looked at the falling dragon corpse and the sky filled with Divine Blood Fragments, then waved his large sleeve.
A powerful suction force swept out. The shattered pieces of the Wandering God Iron Armor, the falling remains of the Flood Dragon, and even the few wisps of Original Evil Qi left behind when the Beastkeeping Commissioner exploded—all of it was drawn into his sleeve.
’This is all excellent cultivation material.’
The roar of the Cyan Nether Realm’s collapse sounded like a death knell right beside him.
The void’s chaotic turbulence had devoured more than half the world. Even this final stretch of the Celestial Ladder began to flicker under the violent fluctuations of the Laws, threatening to shatter at any moment.
Before the Light Gate that led to the mortal world, Chu Bai paused one last time.
The newly refined Mountain God Seal was hidden in his sleeve, but his gaze fell to his side.
There, the figure of the Clay Soil was growing fainter and fainter, like incense ash scattered by the wind.
Having lost the support of the Lingma Mountain God’s Divine Body, and now facing the destruction of a world, the Origin of this minor god, who had barely clung to existence for ten thousand years, was rapidly dissipating.

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