Chapter 330: The Fall of Mo City

Ogre?!

Ogre! How could it be the Ogre?!

Mo City, dark as ink, its pitch-black bricks seeming soaked in ink, built up as if by layers. The pelting rain, like countless rounded droplets, made the city appear as if flowing with black ink!

Atop the city tower, a massive figure stood with arms crossed. His wild, jet-black hair lashed about like bolts of dark lightning that shattered the raindrops, sending bursts of aqueous powder into the air!

The Ogre’s body swelled immensely, appearing even larger than before—nearly two meters and seventy-eight centimeters tall—with seething, blistering qi, as if the forms of dragons and elephants writhed behind him.

It was as if a gigantic furnace, blazing like a radiant sun, hung behind him.

Nine savage, trembling strands of muscle, like genuine dragon sinews, sprawled across his back, pulsating with terrifying power and churning with glimmering, tumultuous blood. He loomed high over Mo City.

Unlike the composed Underworld Yama, the Ogre, perched on Mo City’s tower, radiated fierce, murderous intent, while the Underworld Yama exuded a mystique that revealed yet concealed his true power. Yue Huanglong, having faced Yama before, understood both his strength and enigma.

It was an inscrutable mystery.

Yama’s unrivaled physique meant that a single movement could unleash the explosive force of five Qimen Divine Seeds. He treated such explosions as routine, comfortably withstanding the shock and damage they inflicted on his physical form.

What kind of terrifying body was that?! Ha, ha, ha—!!!

Above the Grand Canal, the river roared furiously, its waves erupting in explosive bursts.

In the distance, the spots where Yue Huanglong and Yan Jing stood seemed to sink, as water was forced aside like a pressed bowl. The oppressive force was palpable…

Behind the Star Killer mask of Yan Jing, only awe remained!

Meanwhile, Yue Huanglong’s skin prickled with anxiety. As a seasoned fox, his impulsive nature urged him to revel in the chaos, yet there was a creeping sense of impending disaster.

True to his crafty nature, he craved the spectacle and waited for the perfect chance to strike—yet this time…

Yue Huanglong felt he might have acted too rashly!

Mo City plummeted rapidly from the sky, and above it stretched an enormous chessboard of interwoven nets! The grid lines crisscrossed as if separating the heavens and earth!

This chessboard…

Yue Huanglong recognized it immediately—it was the Underworld’s technique to block qi!

Within its span, all qi and movement were cut off, as if the area had transformed into a miniature sacred retreat belonging to the chessboard’s domain!

“Flee!”

Yan Jing’s Star Killer masked face contorted in shock as an enraged roar burst from his throat. It was as if he had snapped awake from a dream!

His foot slammed onto the river’s surface, and instantly the water exploded upward in a torrent, defying gravity.

Yan Jing, the Grand Marshal of Qianyuan Daocheng’s Divine Guard, shot forward like a cannonball across the river.

Using his most refined agility, he transformed into a streak of golden light spanning hundreds of zhang. Yue Huanglong moved as well.

Even if the Ogre on Mo City’s tower was just one entity, Yue Huanglong’s instincts screamed danger!

He couldn’t tell whether the threat lay with the city itself or the Ogre atop it. But to Yue Huanglong, the danger clearly emanated from the city…

He well knew the Ogre’s strength.

Within the city, it was as though a space of its own existed. If one were to be drawn into it, they’d face not one Underworld Yama but several, lying in wait. The thought darkened Yue Huanglong’s mood!

Thus, he refused to let Mo City drag him in. He shouted for everyone to flee.

Yan Jing made the first move. As he darted away, Yue Huanglong lunged in another direction. His martial prowess as a Qi Hai Martial Saint far outstripped Yan Jing’s speed.

However, a sinking feeling quickly gripped Yue Huanglong.

The Ogre—or rather Mo City—had no intention of chasing Yan Jing. Its primary target was him…

Even as he plunged at breakneck speed, crossing hundreds of zhang in a single leap, he couldn’t shake the pull. The threat closed in relentlessly!

No matter which way Yue Huanglong fled, the city remained suspended overhead, inching ever closer with a deafening roar—!!!

It felt as if a mighty wind was pushing everything aside, like a high-pressure shockwave. “Damn it!”

Yue Huanglong stamped his foot, his eyes flashing with lethal intent beneath the Star Killer mask. His anger trembled through his entire being. “Do you really think I, Yue Huanglong, am afraid of this Underworld Yama?”

Clenching his fist, he discovered a hidden sleeve hammer in his hand. Its exquisite, bronze-hued handle and its small, pumpkin-like iron head pulsed with potent divine energy.

The Giant Divine Sleeve Hammer of the Five Directions! A Divine Weapon of the Five Elders! BOOM—!!

The moment the divine weapon appeared, every ounce of Yue Huanglong’s mass shuddered as he advanced toward the descending Mo City. Behind his Star Killer mask, his eyes burned with malice.

And yet, the Ogre still stood on the tower with arms crossed, impervious.

Muscles layered on his inverted triangular back, with every meridian node glittering with a radiant light.

Then, on each nodal point, mysterious Qimen nodes ignited, emitting a soft golden blood qi that dazzled like countless brilliant flashes! Rumble!

Mo City’s descent quickened.

It was as if it had dragged along a tail of inky flames!

The pressure wave grew ever more terrifying, whistling downward and fanning out like a burst of thunder. Yue Huanglong clutched his sleeve hammer, aiming from afar.

“Come on!” he roared coldly.

His voice carried the formidable spirit of heaven and earth, like a deity struggling to be born, roaring to unsettle the Ogre’s very soul!

Yue Huanglong, impressive even as a divine embryo, was showing his true colors for the first time.

It was his debut display of divine embryo cultivation.

Perhaps the acute crisis felt by the old fox left him no choice but to reveal his strength. Continuing to hide it might have led to a disastrous awakening in hell!

Yet Yue Huanglong’s eyes narrowed as he sensed that even the majestic qi-pressure born of his Heaven and Earth Soul was having no effect on the imposing Ogre on the city wall!

This was the Ogre! It wasn’t Yama!

Then, atop the tower, the Ogre moved. From beneath those eyes that streamed dense golden mist, he slowly directed his gaze toward Yue Huanglong, lifting his left foot.

That foot, shaped like an elephant’s hoof, pounded heavily—THUD—!

Mo City trembled as if emitting a terrifying explosion of sound.

Soon, the city’s fall accelerated, driven by an unseen, fearsome force, enveloping Yue Huanglong entirely beneath its looming shadow.

Yue Huanglong felt as if the city gate yawned open, ensnaring him in a dizzying vortex—an irresistible force drawing him in. It was the kind of…

Unstoppable, predestined force! The city had chosen you…

and you were destined to enter it!

Yue Huanglong ceased his resistance, but in that moment when Mo City ensnared him, he saw…

The Ogre on the tower bent his knees slightly and then straightened up like a comet blasting off. He hurtled straight toward the fleeing Yan Jing!

Mid-flight…

A resplendent golden light burst from the Ogre’s back. Like a cascade of water, a pool of golden qi emerged, slapping the waves! Qi Sea!

Qi Hai Martial Saint?! This Ogre… was actually a Qi Hai Martial Saint! And moreover…

Why was his Qi Sea pool golden?

Qi Sea is the fusion of qi, blood, essence, and the martial aura—the very core of a being. For most, the Qi Sea glows red, a sea of blood!

But no one had ever seen a golden Qi Sea before!

A golden Qi Sea was the epitome of martial refinement—a pure and perfected manifestation. In Yue Huanglong’s memory,

only a Pure Martial Martial Saint could condense a golden Qi Sea. But…

Pure Martial Martial Saints!

In this tumultuous age of cultivation, few could remain Pure Martial Martial Saints long enough to reach the Qi Sea realm! Even the Pure Martial Martial Saint of True Martial Divine Sect was barely at the Nascent Spirit stage.

In an era filled with temptation, to follow the pure martial path was unimaginable—a path requiring immense willpower to resist temptations! Pure martial cultivation advanced slowly with an uncertain future.

However, when divine energy melded with the martial path, breakthroughs came at a staggering pace—a lure nearly impossible to resist!

Yue Huanglong’s body was completely pulled into the city gate of Mo City, swallowed by endless darkness. And as that darkness fully descended…

Yue Huanglong’s final vision was of…

the Ogre’s back giving rise to a titanic furnace, as if burning with ancient divine dragons and colossal elephants!

Yan Jing fled at breakneck speed, dashing across the river and parting the mists. So fast that the scenery blurred into streaks of light. When Yan Jing glanced back, he saw that Mo City was not pursuing him—it was chasing after the reigning Dao Lord. His heart lightened.

“A Dead Daoist Cannot Die…” he thought, feeling oddly relieved.

Besides, Yan Jing knew well that in comparison to Yue Huanglong, he was vastly outmatched.

He couldn’t even hope to counter an Underworld Yama whose slightest move could trigger the explosive force of five Qimen Divine Seeds! Yue Huanglong was at the absolute peak of the Four-Activation Martial Saint stage.

Although Yan Jing was the Grand Marshal of Qianyuan Daocheng, he was only a Qi Hai Martial Saint at best. Suddenly,

a sonic boom thundered across the air.

Yan Jing’s hair stood on end as he gripped his spear. His bones resonated as his Martial Saint’s primordial force erupted, swinging his spear in a fearsome arc of Moonlight—THUD—!!!

But the terrifying backlash of power returned.

A gigantic hand, as large as a folding fan, snatched his spear. The force behind his Qi Hai Martial Saint strike was effortlessly wrenched away by the Ogre—”Ogre—!!!”

Yan Jing let out a low roar from his throat!

Ogre…

Wasn’t he supposed to be chasing Yue Huanglong?

How had he caught up so quickly?

And this stance… was it meant to kill him?!

This Ogre…

would take everything, no matter what!

#!!!

Yan Jing could already sense the murderous intent—the escalating aura of qi. Qi Hai Martial Saint… this Ogre, like him, was a Qi Hai Martial Saint! But what on earth was with that dazzling golden Qi Sea pool?!

Yan Jing roared furiously as an immense, scarlet Qi Sea emerged behind him, its blood gathering into a turbulent sea, with a Qimen Divine Seed now materializing at his back!

The Divine Seed whirled into a vortex, on the verge of explosion.

Yan Jing didn’t have the guts to trigger an explosion anytime soon; that would be too damaging.

Moreover, he realized that both he and the Ogre shared the same Qi Hai Martial Saint aura.

Whether it was a red-blooded pool or a golden one, it was still just a pool of qi!

This suggested that the Ogre had just broken through to the Second-Activation Qi Hai Martial Saint stage!

Meanwhile, Yan Jing had already reached the complete Qi Hai Martial Saint level, finding his own snowy peak on the Qi Sea—only a few steps away from summiting! How then could this Ogre dare face him one-on-one?!

Boom—!!!

Yan Jing knew escape was futile and counterattacked immediately. His foot slammed down, freezing the river into a muddy surface that cracked like ice under relentless force, as invisible ripples spread out for tens and hundreds of zhang, with towering waves surging up on both sides!

The water’s undulating ripples expanded, billowing like countless waves!

Li Che’s eyes burned with golden mist. Seeing Yan Jing not flee but counterattack, he clenched his fist and struck out fiercely, his fist twisting flesh into spirals like coiled dragons entwined around his arm!

A terrifying, majestic dragon roar erupted from behind Li Che, shredding the sky as his fist struck!

Myriad Transformations of Dragon Elephant!

Dragon Elephant Convergence!

The shockwave exploded, and a great elephant trumpeted in rage!

The golden Qi Sea burst apart as if evaporating instantly, scattering countless torrents of primordial force that converged in Li Che’s punch. In less than a moment, his blow spanned a hundred zhang, summoning the fury of wind and thunder!

Li Che made no move to detonate his Divine Seed. Having just broken through to the Qi Sea stage, he decided to test Yan Jing—a fellow Qi Hai Martial Saint—to see if he could utterly crush him…

“Looking for death!”

Yan Jing’s heart pounded violently; the pressure was… inexplicably immense!

How could a newly ascended Qi Sea Martial Saint instill such terrifying pressure in him!

Yan Jing gripped his spear tightly and then swept it fiercely as if an untamed tiger had emerged, slapping out a palm strike that roared like a beast in the mountains, shattering countless torrents of water as mist exploded!

Unfortunately, as the Grand Marshal, Yan Jing was better suited to command an army. In one-on-one combat, he was far from at his peak. Had he mobilized his forces, his power might have increased significantly!

Boom—!!!

A convulsion of qi and blood collided in a magnificent explosion.

Accompanied by the wails of dragons and the laments of tigers!

It was a mere clash, yet the collision of scarlet and golden qi sent waves surging in the Grand Canal, rising as water columns tens of meters high!

The pillars of water hissed as they evaporated, the heat rising like a smoky haze, reminiscent of a soaring tornado!

Pfft—!!!

It was just one collision!

Yan Jing, hidden behind his Star Killer mask, coughed up mouthfuls of blood!

His eyes widened in shock and horror!

How could it be…

so strong?!

The explosive force from that golden Qi Sea was utterly terrifying!

As a Qi Sea Martial Saint at the pinnacle, Yan Jing’s primordial force was no match for the Ogre’s!

It was like comparing a wooden sword to a forged steel blade.

When the two clashed, there was no contest—the wooden sword would be shattered with ease!

“So that was the gap…”

“That huge?!”

Li Che’s punch shattered Yan Jing’s primordial force. In his eyes, he finally recognized the difference between pure martial primordial force and divine martial power.

The martial primordial force refined by divine energy wasn’t weak, yet it lacked the cohesion, resilience, and strength of a truly condensed one.

And Li Che was no ordinary fighter—he refined his pure martial primordial force using Dao Induction!

Its strength surpassed that of ordinary pure martial force!

So…

It was clear that even though Li Che had just entered the Qi Hai Martial Saint stage, having condensed only a ten-zhang golden Qi Sea, he still possessed the power and confidence to decisively crush Yan Jing!

Yan Jing’s heart trembled in shock as a chill enveloped him.

He gripped his spear. In a trembling burst, brilliant spears of light erupted like tigers leaping from his weapon.

He then attempted a desperate escape!

“Ogre!”

“I only came for a show! I meant no harm! Why are you trying to kill us?”

A deep, resonant voice emerged from beneath Yue Huanglong’s Star Killer mask. “Stop pretending.”

“Daoist Yue,”

a hoarse voice echoed through Mo City.

Yue Huanglong’s heart sank. As expected, the Ogre had already recognized him. “The Underworld… gave you a chance.”

The Ogre, holding Yan Jing’s severed head, his eyes exuding a faint golden mist, stared at Yue Huanglong with cold indifference as murderous intent intensified. “Crossed the boundary of the Grand Canal… you’ve overstepped.”

The words fell silent.

Then the Ogre spread his arms. Behind him,

it was as if the meridian nodes were arranged like the map of stars, interlocking like chains of shackles!

Because of the golden Qi Sea, each nodal point burst forth with Qimen Divine Seeds, each swirling with golden vortices! And there were six in total! Six Qimen Divine Seeds! Yan Jing was dumbfounded…

He froze in place, lost in bewilderment. BOOM—!!!

The Ogre surged again, unleashing a tsunami of terrifying power with his five clenched fingers, shattering everything in its path!

An unstoppable force that nearly obliterated Yan Jing in an instant! No contest—he wasn’t a match at all!

Bathed in blood, Yan Jing’s body exploded under the Ogre’s crushing grip! The terror was indescribable!

Six Qimen Divine Seeds!

Even the Underworld Yama was said to wield only five—but no, the Underworld Yama had only used five! Perhaps the true count was six?!

Six Qimen Divine Seeds—it’s the stuff of legends, something Yan Jing had never even dared to dream of!

The agony of integrating divine seeds into the Qimen field was excruciating—agonizing pain that pierced the very soul! How could this Ogre endure six such blows in succession?!

Each one must have been more painful than the last! As Yan Jing’s head was crushed by the Ogre’s five fingers,

only one thought echoed in his mind… Six Qimen Divine Seeds!

Deserve it if you crush me! What demonic fiend are you?!!!

Boom, boom, boom—!!!

The Grand Canal’s waters roiled and boiled. Atop the nine-story Yellow Dragon Xuanwood Treasure Ship, Zhao Fangzhou’s eyes narrowed. He saw a ten-meter wave surging madly at the end of the swirling mists!

Within that wave lay a boiling battle spirit that ignited Zhao Fangzhou’s very blood!

“This is…” “Blood Qi!”

“The stench of blood and the primordial force of a Qi Hai Martial Saint! How has that force merged with the water?” Zhao Fangzhou soared across the river, landing on its surface to confront the towering wave head-on.

Aboard the Yellow Dragon Xuanwood Treasure Ship, the prodigies were already excited at the sight of the massive wave and the spectacle of Zhao Fangzhou charging toward it. Even XiXi, who was busy playing against Hong Shifo, jumped to the railing, tiptoeing to watch the Martial Saint shatter the tide!

If the wave were to batter the nine-story Treasure Ship, it would rock it so violently that it might capsize forever.

The captain ordered the boatmen to steady the vessel.

Even with a Martial Saint stirring up the waves, none dared let their guard down—if his wave-breaking failed, it would test the captain’s seamanship to the limit.

Hong Shifo stepped out of the cabin, resting his palms on the railing as he felt the scorching airflow and the boiling primordial force splashed by the river. He narrowed his eyes.

“This primordial force…”

“Grand Marshal Yan Jing, Qi Hai Martial Saint of the Second-Activation!” “He’s dead…”

Hong Shifo exhaled a sigh of regret and shook his head. All he could say was…

He had effectively sought his own death.

“Yan Jing’s here… but what about Yue Huanglong?”

“That old fox came just to watch the show? Even though he’s already past the boundaries of Qianyuan Daocheng, he’s still here, treating it like a spectacle—does he really think we’re fools?” “If you’re going to watch, why not fight?”

“Old Fox, Old Fox…”

“Ultimately, your own schemes have turned against you.” Hong Shifo stretched lazily.

“This is quite the show…”

Lü Taibai and Wei Yuan, the disciple who had been refined into a Corpse God by the Corpse God Sect, clashed fiercely. It was a battle of supreme titans!

Wei Yuan, having assimilated six aspects of the Corpse God’s divine nature, now possessed a supreme Corpse God seal and stood as the true pinnacle of the Corpse God Sect—the very prodigy that even Lü Taibai once admired. Even after betraying the Sect, his brilliance was undeniable.

In such a short time, he had reached a level where he could contend with his master—truly, all these prodigies were extraordinary!

But why, with such genius, choose a crooked path?

Monitor Hong Shifo shook his head…

Even Lü Taibai couldn’t comprehend it, so how could an outsider?

Boom—!!!

The heavens spun and a powerful dizziness struck—a sensation as if traversing between worlds. It was like entering a small sacred realm!

This was Yue Huanglong’s first time in Mo City. He now understood that this Underworld city was nothing less than a small sacred realm—akin to the Corpse God realm managed by the Corpse God Sect!

Mo-colored raindrops cascaded from the sky onto the ancient, ink-colored city, bursting into circles of black watercolor. Yue Huanglong gripped his Giant Divine Sleeve Hammer tightly,

standing on the wet ground of Mo City and scanning his surroundings.

“Divine energy can’t be used; heaven and earth cannot supply it. Reduce a little… but the martial way can be employed.” In an instant, Yue Huanglong deduced the situation.

His fat, mired body suddenly jolted as if accompanied by thunder, the resounding clamor of power within Mo City. An awe-inspiring torrent of blazing qi surged from him like a roaring ocean!

Amid this vast Qi Sea, there rose a towering mountain, reminiscent of an ice-locked peak. Yet within the snow-covered mountain lay molten lava ready to erupt!

Atop that peak, Yue Huanglong’s martial will took human form, standing proudly. “Underworld Yama… where are you?!”

Yue Huanglong was on high alert.

In truth, his greatest fear was being ambushed by an Underworld Yama as he was drawn into Mo City. But he wasn’t ambushed, and that eased his anxiety.

How could a Four-Activation Martial Saint of his caliber be so easily killed?

Unless the Underworld unleashed a power beyond his ken, or another Yama appeared, Yue Huanglong was confident he could survive one alone.

“This city… has a tenacity, a subtle sacred realm power hidden within it… it seems it will take a sustained assault to shatter it.” “But it can be broken.”

Yue Huanglong’s resolve solidified.

He even began to appreciate the scenery within this small sacred realm. The more he looked, the more astonished he became.

Yue Huanglong was no stranger to small sacred realms…

Every bizarre temple and its uncanny sanctuary was essentially a small sacred realm.

Yet these sanctuaries were interconnected, forming a vast, sprawling realm—a domain only a Divine Calamity cultivator could form. Even if the Divine Calamity perished, the small sacred realm would endure.

For the Divine Calamity’s Dao essence circulates eternally, lasting millennia without fading. The more Yue Huanglong looked, the more his heart pounded in astonishment…

“Underworld… Underworld…”

“Such exquisite small sacred realms—what immense Dao essence must have been harnessed to create one so intricate!” He shook his head and took a deep breath.

The more he feared the Underworld, the deeper he sensed its inscrutable roots!

Suddenly,

Yue Huanglong’s gaze fixed on a dense, unmistakable scent of blood in the air.

It was the odor that arose when a Martial Saint was torn apart and his flesh rended—a scent of boiling blood. In the distance,

a massive, towering figure stood atop an ink-black pavilion. The raging, ink-like rain pelted his colossal, mountain-like frame, drenching him in mist. And that adorable Cute Cow Mask…

made Yue Huanglong’s eyes narrow involuntarily.

Shifting his gaze, he caught sight of the severed head clutched in the Ogre’s fist—blood streaming, bubbling from the wound where the neck had been torn.

“He’s dead…” Yan Jing was dead. In no time,

the Qi Hai Martial Saint had been decapitated!

Yue Huanglong sighed, showing little grief… after all, he was in grave danger himself now.

That Ogre…

was insatiable. Clearly, he aimed not just to kill Yan Jing, but also to eliminate Yue Huanglong! Indeed, from the start, the Ogre’s target was Yue Huanglong!

“Ogre.”

“I only came to watch. I never intended to shed blood—why are you trying to kill us?” a deep voice resonated from under Yue Huanglong’s Star Killer mask. “Stop pretending.”

“Daoist Yue.”

The hoarse voice echoed through Mo City.

Yue Huanglong’s heart sank further—unmistakably, the Ogre recognized him. “The Underworld… gave you your chance.”

The Ogre, still clutching Yan Jing’s head, his eyes veiled in golden mist, stared coldly at Yue Huanglong as his murderous intent intensified. “The Grand Canal, the Da Yunhe—you’ve overstepped your bounds.”

After his words faded,

Yue Huanglong suddenly burst into laughter. He raised his hand, removed the Star Killer mask to reveal a goofy, endearing face. “Ogre…”

“Who exactly are you?”

Yue Huanglong squinted at the Ogre.

“I took mine off, now you take yours. What do you say?” Yue Huanglong shrugged.

“You think you’re worthy?” a hoarse, mocking voice came from beneath the Ogre’s mask.

In the next instant, as Yue Huanglong’s eyes narrowed slightly, the Ogre hurled Yan Jing’s head through the arc, throwing it toward Yue Huanglong. Mid-throw,

the Ogre suddenly raised his hand, spreading his five fingers. “Spiritual Confinement.”

Right before Yue Huanglong’s eyes… Spiritual Confinement!

Yue Huanglong froze—what was that? Then…

his entire plump body began to tremble wildly.

He then saw black qi surging from Yan Jing’s floater, coiling around it with sounds of lament, rage, and agony.

Yan Jing’s figure seemed to reassemble—

as if he had been miraculously revived!

Despite being a Four-Activation Martial Saint at the pinnacle, Yue Huanglong had never witnessed such a feat—a resurrection akin to a bolt of lightning shattering the heavens, crashing brutally into his soul.

Yue Huanglong had suspected that the Underworld possessed a method to resurrect the dead.

But to see a corpse contort as if hauled from the netherworld with such horror was overwhelming!

However…

Just as the overwhelming shock burst in Yue Huanglong’s mind, the dire crisis flared up instantly!

Yue Huanglong roared!

Then, almost as if by teleportation, the Ogre appeared at his side like a radiant sun, the brilliance of his light dazzling the sky! Clenching his fist, the Ogre’s back revealed

six swirling, golden Qimen Divine Seeds circling like turbochargers—like chains of golden light interwoven.

Under the crushing grip of the Ogre’s fist, everything was obliterated!

An unstoppable force that seemed to command the very cosmos, every bit of qi, light, and spirit bending to it—a pure martial will as fierce as the noonday sun!

Gathered into that one explosive punch, it shone radiantly!