Chapter 444: The Infernal Siege of Mo City

Inside Mo City, a resounding roar echoes as a terrifying surge of energy unleashes overwhelming deathly force like crashing tides!

Amidst the crumbling remains within Mo City, the number of inky raindrops plummeting from the Heavenly Dome multiplies, their furious descent intensifying the chaos!

These raindrops carry the energy to mend shattered fortifications and quench the raging, dying flames of destruction!

Dust and smoke billow relentlessly!

A horrifying shriek reverberates continuously—as if twisted, grotesque demons crawled from the depths of the netherworld, brimming with slaughter and ruin—engulfing the entire Mo City in a storm of annihilation.

Boom!

Blistering heat flows relentlessly, churning and boiling as the inky rain evaporates into a dense, drifting mist.

At times, it explodes with the force of thunderous blood and qi.

A colossal furnace hangs over Mo City like a blazing sun, emitting an unceasing torrent of scorching light and heat.

Powerful ripples of qi surge outward, mingling with swirling inky clouds that seem endless.

Raging winds forcefully reverse their course, even lifting the hulking form of the Underworld Yama within billows of dark mist.

Surrounded by roiling White Abyss Calamity Fire, Zhao Beidou bore a complex expression behind his frost-lined visage.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the titanic manifestation of the Old Dragon God transformed into a tumultuous sea of nine monstrous infants—nine heads wildly thrashing,

with flesh-like wings spread wide, slicing through space as if cleaving the very air.

The three forces floated ominously in midair.

At their helm, the Underworld Yama stood with arms crossed, his entire being exuding the potential for an endless explosion.

A mask divided starkly in black and white covered his face as long, unruly hair cascaded down to his knees like a tattered cloak.

In Li Che’s eyes, a maelstrom of conflicting emotions churned.

There was even a hint of disorientation.

After all, Ji Mo Li truly had weighed upon him and his family like an insurmountable mountain.

This unbearable pressure was reminiscent of the threat Li Che’s family felt back in Feilei City against the Lingying Sect.

When XiXi was just born, facing the havoc wrought by the Lingying Sect in Feilei City, Li Che had barely begun to cultivate his martial essence—every step felt like treading on thin ice.

Thus, Li Che’s every action now is measured and cautious, as if walking on a razor’s edge.

Faced with the formidable foe that was Ji Mo Li, Li Che opted for the most prudent strategy.

He did not cling to the notion of bidding farewell to his former self in a one-on-one, king-to-king duel with Ji Mo Li.

It simply wasn’t necessary.

Ji Mo Li had only barely entered the Divine Calamity realm—his breakthrough achieved only by sacrificing countless cities to form a blood pool, draining every drop of blood spirit to force his ascension.

Had Qitian City not triggered its own calamity, Ji Mo Li might never have mustered such resolve.

Yet Li Che regarded Ji Mo Li’s forced breakthrough with contempt.

Even Lü Taibai paled in comparison—Lü Taibai, after all, risked everything during the sect crisis, retreating into seclusion and surviving near-death to finally break through.

As for Ji Mo Li…

He chose to devour the blood spirit from the pool to shatter his limitations.

One by guarding, the other by slaughter…

“Trash.”

Trash unworthy even of the name Spiritual Confinement.

Each breath Li Che exhaled sent forth a powerful surge of qi.

In the end, it condensed into two simple words.

Then, Li Che’s gaze lifted to the deadly vortex of stagnant energy, where six towering Corpse Gods roared as they clawed their way upward.

Amidst the stench of death and tumbling corpse miasma, interwoven with the overwhelming Six Desires Divine Essence, the tempest within Mo City grew ever fiercer!

“So, is this the trump card that makes you dare challenge the Underworld?”

Ji Mo Li’s body stiffened as a dagger plunged into his heart.

It was too swift, too silent!

Much like Zhao Beidou, or rather, within Mo City, when facing the combined might of the Underworld’s horrors, the headache became all too real.

That silent, graceful shifting—it seemed as if it merged with time and space, far beyond what Ji Mo Li could comprehend or counter.

The arrogant always must face a crushing blow before their exuberance subsides.

In truth, Ji Mo Li had never been arrogant; yet to secure the fateful opportunities during Qitian City’s calamity, he had recklessly broken through the Divine Calamity.

His method? To devour the blood spirit within the pool, absorbing all the amassed soul energy from cities he had slaughtered over the years.

He sacrificed his ability to reincarnate through his clone, merging his body and soul in the Divine Calamity.

But this breakthrough came with dire side effects—transformations at the emotional and spiritual level, after all,

blood spirit is a confluence of myriad souls.

Thus, Ji Mo Li lost his composure, becoming increasingly frantic and arrogant.

Now, with a dagger piercing his heart, a chilling numbness swept over his entire body…

And the dagger itself was laced with poison!

“So filthy!”

Even at the Divine Calamity stage, how could someone still dare to use poison?!

His heart convulsed violently, and under the sensing of his Heaven and Earth Soul, it was as though his blood turned jet-black…

One after another, venomous dragons burst forth from his body, writhing wildly as they coiled around him, intent on completely binding him.

With a guttural cough, Ji Mo Li expelled a massive spurt of blood as the dagger was drawn from his heart, spraying crimson and releasing torrents of poison that spread like wildfire.

His once-proud flesh and qi were no match for the rampant toxins, which surged uncontrollably through his meridians, muscles, and sinew.

Within mere breaths, his skin transformed into a dark bluish-black.

Staggering backward, Ji Mo Li took several steps while clutching his bleeding chest as he turned to face the culprit who had silently struck him with that dagger.

That was the lean man responsible for the stealthy stab.

Though Ji Mo Li didn’t recognize him,

the divine aura emanating from the man revealed that he had reached the Realm of One Calamity and Two Calamities!

Yet another great cultivator at that stage!

“You—… Who are you?”

Blood streaming from his mouth, Ji Mo Li’s life force was rapidly draining under the ravenous consumption of the Nine-Turn Ascending Dragon Pill.

He had not even enough strength left to move.

“I am Gu Yinxuan of the Underworld,” came a voice as Gu Yinxuan slightly lifted his eyelids.

A calm tone resonated from his lips.

Gu Yinxuan…

Ji Mo Li faintly recalled that name—the ancestral patriarch of the Tian Dan Divine Sect, the one whose venom had once decimated countless alchemists, leaving only the Poison Sage of the Tian Dan Divine Sect!

Could it be that the Poison Sage was in league with the Underworld?!

“It’s over.”

“Ji Mo Li.”

A hoarse voice echoed throughout Mo City—it was the Underworld Yama speaking.

Six Corpse Gods slowly emerged from the vortex of death, their presence unleashing a dreadful miasma across the heavens and earth.

The pervasive Six Desires Divine Essence intertwined, clouding minds and emotions like a relentless storm.

Sight, sound, scent, taste, touch, and desire—all six divine manifestations surged like a tempest!

It swept over everything like an unstoppable maelstrom!

The twisted, hideous visages of the six Corpse Gods, a chaotic blend of contorted forms, haunted the scene.

Ji Mo Li let out a low, bitter laugh, “Over?”

“You honestly think that I, Ji Mo Li, will simply be defeated like this?”

As toxins consumed his body, turning his flesh a deep, sinister black, his features bore an eerie resemblance to those transformed by cursed corpses.

Boom!!!

Ji Mo Li roared toward the heavens!

“If I dare show weakness on Underworld turf, how could I possibly stand?”

“If the Underworld wishes to kill me, then I will obliterate the Underworld!”

“All my schemes and stratagems have been thwarted by the Underworld!”

“Our blood feud can never be washed away!”

His eyes turned a frenzied, blood-red as he spread his arms, his body twisting and swelling; the toxins within him expanded in tandem with the speeding qi flow,

as though his flesh was on the verge of melting away.

Then, the six monstrous Underworld beings that had crawled out of the vortex charged headlong toward him!

A jet-black ribbon raced out from the midst of his exploding flesh,

whipping the six Corpse Gods and dragging them away at a furious pace!

They crashed violently into his already shattered, nearly collapsed body!

Boom, boom, boom!!!

Explosions erupted as the Corpse Gods pounded into Ji Mo Li’s body one after another.

A black ribbon, pulsing with divine aura like binders, wrapped around his form, imprisoning him utterly.

The struggling Corpse Gods tried to break free from within him,

but were completely suppressed by Ji Mo Li’s overwhelming strength.

His jet-black hair whipped wildly as his eyes transformed—each pupil seemed to host a rotating gemstone, menacing and relentless.

A gushing blood pool materialized behind him,

filled with howling, weeping, and writhing souls.

Even the six Corpse Gods were swallowed into the blood pool, becoming monstrous entities churning within its depths.

The toxins within Ji Mo Li’s body seemed to be momentarily suppressed.

“Underworld!”

“This is my trump card!”

“The real trump card!”

Ji Mo Li howled, his voice shifting through six different tones, overlapping like demonic cacophony,

so bizarre and haunting it could chill one’s very soul.

In that moment, he completely devoured the six Corpse Gods!

Never before had Ji Mo Li dared to underestimate the Underworld; after too many humiliations, he went all out this time.

He merged with the Corpse Gods—

with his current Divine Calamity power, he could utterly absorb the Six Desires Corpse Gods into his body.

This intricate technique was well known to Wei Yuan, a defector from Lü Taibai’s ranks, who had dedicated himself to its mastery.

But now, Ji Mo Li demonstrated its power far beyond Wei Yuan’s capability!

Even if it meant exposing his collusion with the Corpse God Sect,

Ji Mo Li did not care one bit!

He felt his life tugged back from the brink of death.

His spirits soared as if a raging flame had been ignited within him.

His fingers spread wide and one by one, divine weapons materialized.

“This isn’t enough!”

“Underworld—I truly hold you in high regard!”

Ji Mo Li roared.

One divine weapon after another shone with godlike brilliance!

In all, three divine weapons appeared: the Umbrella Spear, the Qingfeng Sword, and the Zijin Diao!

Alas, one was missing—the Di Huo Shui Feng White Jade Pipa!

Ji Mo Li knew that the Di Huo Shui Feng White Jade Pipa had fallen into Li Che’s hands; but even knowing that, reclaiming it meant killing Li Che.

However, Li Che, being one of the Underworld’s most formidable predators, was not so easily slain.

But—

That was enough.

Combining the might of the Three Heavenly Kings with the Six Corpse Gods—

such power should suffice!

One after another, majestic divine auras emerged, shaking the very void—this was the will of the Temple Spirit!

Three Heavenly King Temple Spirits manifested, glaring with unyielding authority, their divine might turbulent across the lands!

One displayed a blue visage, another a red countenance, and the third a green mien!

The three-faced kings melded seamlessly into the blood pool,

pushing Ji Mo Li’s aura ever higher.

At this moment, Ji Mo Li felt an unprecedented surge of power—the consciousness within him expanded limitlessly!

He craved the opportunities of Qitian City!

He would also annihilate the Underworld!

The black ribbon swirled madly around Ji Mo Li like a gigantic cocoon binding him tight.

Within that cocoon, the blood pool churned turbulently.

“Is that… the Undying Prison Lotus Hun Tian Ling?”

Behind the bifurcated mask of black and white, Li Che’s eyes flashed.

Ji Mo Li had devoured the six Corpse Gods and absorbed the overwhelming will of the Temple Spirit instilled by his descendants through the three divine weapons.

Ordinarily, his flesh could never have contained it and would have exploded in a blinding burst.

Yet, astonishingly, Ji Mo Li invoked the Undying Prison Lotus Hun Tian Ling…

Li Che suddenly recalled that when Ji Mo Li dispatched Ji Haihui to Jin Guang Mansion in the past, his aim was to seize the myriad legacies of the Third Prince Temple Spirit—

perhaps to devour and merge with the power of the Temple Spirit, transcending mortal limitations?

“Father! That’s the Hun Tian Ling!”

XiXi’s eyes shone brightly as she stood atop the City Tower under the best protection.

Li Che, wearing the Ma Mian mask, stood beside her, both father and daughter holding hands on the ramparts.

“Yes, it truly is the Undying Prison Lotus Hun Tian Ling—it belongs to you.”

“Today, Father shall retrieve it for you.”

Li Che laughed as he ruffled XiXi’s hair.

The Undying Prison Lotus Hun Tian Ling and the Xuan Lei Vajra Qiankun Ring were critical divine weapons for XiXi.

Not only were these parts of the Third Prince’s set, but in XiXi’s hands, they would synergize with the dormant power within her, forging her into an even mightier force.

Forceful enough to uphold the curse of the Yulin.

Originally, Li Che had planned to journey to the Corpse God Sect Headquarters after Qitian City to reclaim the Hun Tian Ling,

but now it seemed unnecessary.

Ji Mo Li had colluded with the Corpse God Sect, and shockingly, even obtained the Hun Tian Ling—he’d even attempted to refine it.

The aura of the Hun Tian Ling was violently brutal—clearly, Ji Mo Li had used nefarious methods to refine it.

Boom!!!

Terrorizing energy burst forth as the divine essence of the Six Desires Corpse Gods merged, coupled with an immense Buddhist radiance and the thunderous tremors of the Temple Spirit’s aura.

The Hun Tian Ling shattered with a tremendous explosion, transforming into a divine black dragon that danced wildly across the skies!

The very atmosphere of Mo City seemed to freeze!

Every falling drop of inky rain was halted in midair.

As if in a split-second moment!

Boom!

As energy ripples surged like a tsunami, creasing the void with undulating waves that spread out relentlessly in all directions,

under the shroud of the Hun Tian Ling, Ji Mo Li’s body grew monstrously powerful, as though reborn anew.

Four heads arranged in a square were embedded into his neck,

while his other three faces appeared in green, red, and blue—the Three Heavenly King Temple Spirits.

On his colossal, mighty body, six eyes emerged—each a window to a tormented soul.

His ebony skin resembled polished black jade, adorned with cursed corpse motifs, and his pupils housed swirling gemstone orbs, exuding a sinister aura.

On all four heads and faces, myriad expressions flickered.

His aura soared step by step, achieving an unprecedented breakthrough.

It ascended relentlessly, tearing through the barriers of the Realm of One Calamity and Two Calamities,

and even nearly reaching the pinnacle of the Realm of One Calamity and Two Calamities!

In terms of sheer power, he was only a hair’s breadth from the Realm of Three Calamities.

The fusion of the Six Desires Divine Essence with the will of the Three Heavenly King Temple Spirits pushed Ji Mo Li to an utterly formidable level.

His jet-black hair swirled as he gazed upward, eyes shimmering forlornly.

Years of schemes and plans had finally culminated in this moment.

He had achieved a quantum leap in his state of being.

And this was only the beginning—once he mastered the power of his transformed flesh, his strength would soar into the Realm of Three Calamities!

When his cultivation truly reached that level, Ji Mo Li was certain he could transform the entire Great Realm into his own domain!

So, what? Does that mean Ji Mo Li can’t disrupt the world?

Who said so?!

The Grand Inspector? National Teacher Xie Yunshen?

None of them would succeed!

Ji Mo Li’s fate belonged solely to him!

In his eyes, countless memories flashed by—from his childhood when he roamed the snow-laden lands, a ragged beggar dueling with starving dogs over scraps, barely surviving in a harsh world.

He had once vowed to upend the world, to become its emperor, and to banish poverty and hunger once and for all!

Having experienced it all, he refused to yield.

He fought feverishly to achieve his dream.

Joining the military, acquiring resources, he grew stronger, clawing his way up the ranks.

But the path was arduous—despite his talent, countless high-ranking generals and their kin suppressed him.

They enjoyed privileges, and even though Ji Mo Li was more gifted, he was stifled and deprived of a chance to shine.

He led his troops into battle, fought with every ounce of strength, yet the true glory was snatched away by spoiled second-generation heirs.

Ji Mo Li seethed with hatred until one day, a monk arrived from the Western Lands of Buddhism.

The monk recognized his potential, providing him with resources, and Ji Mo Li grew even stronger.

He groomed bandits and slaughtered countless foes.

Before he knew it, he had scaled to great heights—becoming the Great Jing Emperor’s designated King Ping Luan, a figure feared across the world.

Even the Corpse God Sect was founded by that very monk from the Western Lands of Buddhism.

The method of extracting blood spirit was also his doing, teaching him to slay entire cities and use others’ lives to bolster his own power.

Many times, Ji Mo Li was, in fact, fearful of that monk—only he truly understood Ji Mo Li’s vulnerabilities.

Yet now, Ji Mo Li felt an unprecedented surge of strength.

He embraced the monk’s philosophy of using others’ lives to fuel his own cultivation.

All his fears dissipated into nothingness.

He had undergone an unprecedented transformation, and he was confident his destiny would soon reach the pinnacle of the Great Realm!

Not the Great Realm—no! He would establish a New Dynasty!

The Great Realm had rotted away; Ji Mo Li needed no remnant of it!

Boom!!!

With a surge of catastrophic power, Ji Mo Li’s mind expanded uncontrollably as he sensed that something was amiss—yet he could not reign in his own consciousness.

His eyes, filled with cold killing intent, swept over the distant horrors of the Underworld.

A wicked smile curled at his lips, while six glaring crimson eyes tore through his scarred flesh, each radiating lethal brilliance.

His jet-black skin shimmered like polished jade!

“Die!!!”

In a flash, Ji Mo Li moved—at the moment his foot touched the ground, the surface of Mo City erupted into rolling, billowing dust!

He materialized before Gu Yinxuan, whose poisonous dagger attack had nearly claimed Ji Mo Li’s life!

With a crushing, sweeping punch, explosive gusts burst forth, carving out a cavernous void as countless fissures spanned the impact zone like a storm!

A terrifying display of power erupted, shaking earth and sky with a monstrous wind!

The blood pool roiled relentlessly!

Gu Yinxuan raised his brows ever so slightly when faced with the devastating fist of a transformed Ji Mo Li,

and with arms spread wide and eyes closed, he accepted his fate.

“Come then—kill me.”

Boom!

Would Ji Mo Li still show courtesy to Gu Yinxuan?

Unleashing a fearsome burst of cataclysmic energy, the combined might of the Temple Spirit and Corpse Gods collided head-on with the mighty Underworld Yama’s power!

In that instant, blasts of divine qi exploded as the Underworld’s warriors materialized one after another.

The destructive force of the Divine Calamity surged relentlessly, erupting as deafening roars.

Then, the energies of the Divine Calamity burst apart in an explosive cascade.

The Underworld subjects—

united as one!

All the Underworld subjects, including the tumultuous sea of the Nine Infant Beasts, though once among the ten most notorious, now joined forces to empower Mo City’s master!

Drained utterly, these subjects began to shatter one by one—

their power, like the boundless waters of Tianhe, converged upon the Underworld Yama’s very being.

In that moment, the aura surrounding Underworld Yama surged to a breathtaking level.

Fueled by the force of the Nine Infant Beasts and the explosive might of Gu Yinxuan,

coupled with the power of Zhao Beidou, Gu Changqing, and countless warriors from the Realm of One Calamity and Two Calamities,

Underworld Yama’s body contorted and swelled with an incomprehensible, mysterious force,

triggering the simultaneous detonation of the Eight Mysterious Gates and a monumental breakthrough in martial might!

The Martial Immortal Golden Body roared mightily,

bearing the collateral onslaught of the simultaneous Eight Mysterious Gates!

Ji Mo Li—who had absorbed the Corpse God and Temple Spirit powers—locked eyes with the awe-inspiring Underworld Yama!

In that fateful clash, it was destined that only one would remain standing!

“Die!!!”

Ji Mo Li’s form twisted as he bellowed in fury!

Yet, in the next heartbeat, he saw Underworld Yama’s eyes burn with golden intensity.

A powerful surge of Heaven and Earth Soul emanated outward—

“Ji Mo Li—I’ve always said that any power derived from the Temple Spirit in my presence is nothing but trash!”

“Summon the Divine!”

A frigid command resonated from Underworld Yama’s lips.

In response, the six gemstone eyes of Ji Mo Li began to spin uncontrollably!

Three extra heads not his own started to gyrate in a grotesque manner while the six Corpse God eyes on his body swirled erratically,

almost as if they were on the verge of collapse!

The power of the three-legged golden toad within him finally exploded uncontrollably.

All of Ji Mo Li’s blood, brimming with lethal intent, froze in that heartbeat!

With a sickening snap, his three Heavenly King heads tumbled from his neck, while his own head slowly rose in a final, desolate gesture.

He beheld that terrifying aura—like a divine demon, Underworld Yama!

A cataclysmic outburst of blood and qi, a fate that could shatter mountains and silence the seas!

One step forward, and the very heavens and earth would crumble!

Purple flames erupted in a brutal, twisting inferno—this was the Dao Calamity Fire, the Primordial Dragon Elephant Flame!

Primordial Dragon Elephant Flame!

Qilin Sealing Inscription!

In that climactic moment, the forces of the Dao Calamity merged seamlessly with immortal seeds, unleashing an unparalleled explosion of power!

A fist, enormous and sky-splitting, blazed across the void!

It was as if a mighty qilin had bellowed and trod upon the very emptiness!

Mountains burned and seas boiled!

Yet Li Che’s assault was far from over!

Under the crushing blow of his fist, deathly intent pervaded every strike!

A sweeping blue vortex surged forth, cleaving through space, shattering all senses—sight, hearing, taste, touch, and emotion!

Li Che’s five fingers ignited a second torrent of calamity, unleashing without restraint!

A windstorm, the Primordial Sky-Cleaving Fury!

The solitary blade of the Lone Mountain Sky-Cleaving Knife!

As these two techniques erupted in a final crescendo,

the dual-faced Underworld Yama mask on Li Che’s face finally shattered under the overwhelming strain,

revealing a face of utter desolation…

That was the final image that Ji Mo Li beheld—

an endless darkness that tore through the sky like a cleaving sword,

dispersing countless beams of radiant light!

Once a lowly, underestimated fighter in Feilei City,

today he would decapitate his inner demons and overthrow the King Ping Luan!