Heaven Slaying Blade

When the three threads of killing intent swept past Chu Mo, he had already deeply sensed them. These emanations of murderous intent, originating from three supreme titans, were all directed at him. Yet his body seemed utterly fused with this lifeless star, showing no sign of reaction whatsoever!

To reach such a level, it wasn't that Chu Mo's cultivation had truly reached a formidable stage where he could remain indifferent to the killing intent of the three titans. Over the years, he had continuously sought enlightenment and had refined the Star Mnemonic to an extraordinarily advanced realm. Within him, the radiance of the Great Dao now fully enveloped the seven stars he had cultivated.

The power of the stars obscured all of Chu Mo's aura, so when the killing intent from the three titans passed by him in an instant, Chu Mo instinctively sensed it. Yet this sense was entirely sealed away by the star power within him, dissipating completely in the blink of an eye.

In that instant, Chu Mo reacted swiftly, fully sealing his own presence.

Thus, despite the simultaneous outburst of killing intent from Patriarch Honghuang, Patriarch Canglan, and Patriarch Jiu Lie—the three titans—they still achieved nothing!

Each of the titans was struck dumb internally, as though witnessing ten thousand ancient divine beasts roaring past. This situation was far beyond their expectations!

Could it truly be possible for this wretched brat to forcefully survive all calamities, carve his name on the Investiture of the Gods, and achieve immortality?!

"No, this cannot happen!" The thought emerged almost simultaneously in the minds of the three titans.

Chu Mo must die—no matter the cost!

Because the prophecy was true! Or even if it wasn't entirely true, they had already been completely drawn into its orbit, entangling themselves in a monumental cause-and-effect with Chu Mo. Now, even if they wished to withdraw, once Chu Mo ascended to the ancestral realm and became a true titan, he would never hesitate in seeking vengeance against them!

A Chu Mo in the Great Saint Realm already earned the moniker of "young titan" and possessed the strength to contend against them. By then, two of the three titans were already plagued by Dao injuries—if Chu Mo, who had entered the ancestral realm, were to confront them, what would their fate be?

Thus, Chu Mo must not only be killed but swiftly!

If they couldn't locate him through divine sense, they would annihilate every star in this ancient battlefield!

This was a true catastrophe!

From the day the ancient battlefield came into existence, every time it was opened, it brought about calamity of such nature.

Because many supremely powerful semi-titans or cultivators in the Great Saint Realm, knowing they couldn't defeat the titans, would hide within a star, banking on the slim hope of fortune favoring them.

As long as they outlasted the others who hid away, they could succeed—they would prevail! Their name would be inscribed on the Investiture of the Gods, granting them passage through the Tunnel of Immortality and an eternal, undying existence. They would transcend the Three Realms and escape the bindings of the Five Elements!

Indeed, with each instance, a few fortunate individuals emerged. However, such fortune was rare.

Most of those who chose to hide instead became sacrifices.

The stars they sheltered in were obliterated by the titans, and often they lacked even the ability to retaliate—they perished outright.

Body annihilated, Dao erased.

The ninth year.

Chu Mo continued seeking enlightenment, but he had already reached a critical juncture. He deeply understood that, at latest within a year—perhaps at any moment—he might summon the true ancestral Heavenly Tribulation!

The tribulation, he did not fear!

Yet in such a perilous battlefield, the number of people who might secretly attack him during his tribulation was impossible to predict.

Because this was the ancient battlefield, a place where cause-and-effect was severed!

Within this battlefield, even monumental entanglements of cause-and-effect could be temporarily suppressed. And once one survived to the end and secured their name on the Investiture of the Gods, becoming immortal, even if their cause-and-effect debts were later settled, the repercussions would have become negligible.

Thus, this ancient battlefield was a true killing ground. Here, almost all living creatures could unleash the fullest extent of their malevolence.

Whoosh!

Several waves of divine sense swept swiftly over this star once more.

Chu Mo slowly opened his eyes. Recently, more and more divine senses had begun focusing here. Chu Mo knew that, if this continued, even though no one had yet discovered him, the star he was hiding in might soon face destruction.

Thus, in the tenth year of his time on the ancient battlefield, Chu Mo stepped out from the depths of this dead star.

His body remained veiled by the star power, sealing away all traces of his aura.

Unless someone physically saw him, any divine sense passing by him would simply perceive him as a star.

After emerging, Chu Mo roved the void for several days. On the list of a hundred rankings in his divine sense, over twenty names had vanished!

The speed of these eliminations was startling.

Chu Mo's rank had risen from the original seventy-sixth position to fifty-third.

This rank was particularly key—for just a slight further effort, and once the names dwindled to fifty, he would truly be safe!

Upon the release of the Investiture of the Gods, his name would become firmly inscribed there.

By then, aside from the three titans, others would no longer dare to act recklessly against him.

As Chu Mo traversed vast starfields, he saw the corpses of countless slain cultivators. Many of their bodies had long since turned cold—their blood had nearly run dry. Yet the divinity within their bodies had not dissipated. Thus, many emitted terrifying murderous auras.

Such an aura, if an ordinary Supreme Realm cultivator were tainted by it, their chances of survival were slim to none. Even if they were fortunate enough to live, their entire cultivation would likely be reduced to nothing.

However, these murderous auras posed no threat to Chu Mo. Although he had not yet reached the state of absolute immunity to all laws, he was nearly there. Even if these individuals were alive, they wouldn't pose any threat to him, let alone in death.

Then, on this day, Chu Mo suddenly sensed ripples of battle from the depths of an endless universe. At the same time, furious roars echoed outward.

Among the voices, one roar caught Chu Mo's attention. He froze—it was the monkey's rage-filled shout!

Without hesitation, Chu Mo immediately flew toward the direction of the sound. His speed was so fast it warped the laws of time and space. Massive stretches of the universe folded around him as his figure reappeared time and time again in places light-years apart.

Even at such a pace, it took Chu Mo half a day to reach the source.

And there, he saw a scene that shook his very soul.

The seven Great Saints, led by the monkey, were in a fierce battle with a titan of the ancestral realm. And this titan was none other than Patriarch Honghuang!

Among the seven Great Saints, all six besides the monkey bore severe Dao wounds.

Patriarch Honghuang himself showed significant injuries, to the point of impairing his combat abilities.

But perhaps even more frightening, Chu Mo sensed in the distant void of the universe three or four titans watching the battle!

Although they didn't release overwhelming auras, neither did they bother to conceal their presence. They stood, cold and detached, observing from the cosmic depths.

What schemes these figures harbored, no one could decipher.

Chu Mo had no knowledge of their intentions, nor the luxury to care. Even aside from his vehement hatred for Patriarch Honghuang, if anyone dared to fight against the seven Great Saints, he would intervene!

Gripping Heaven Slaying in his hand, Chu Mo charged directly toward Patriarch Honghuang.

In the instant Chu Mo appeared, Patriarch Honghuang immediately noticed him, barking coldly, "You wretched brat—you've come just in time. Today I'll end you together with them!"

Chu Mo remained silent. Against such a formidable titan, even a single spoken word could alter the tide of life and death countless times!

Thus, with Patriarch Honghuang before him, Chu Mo had only one response:

To raise his blade and strike!

The young man whom Patriarch Honghuang had chased relentlessly ten years earlier had transformed into someone entirely different.

While Patriarch Honghuang remained unchanged.

The growth of titans was an arduous endeavor—they were already too powerful!

But Chu Mo still possessed boundless room for growth. In the decade past, though he had not yet crossed into the ancestral realm, his progress was beyond the measure of mere cultivation realms!

Clang!

A blade ray, blindingly radiant, split the heavens.

The cosmic void fractured, converging waves of endless killing intent, cleaving directly toward Patriarch Honghuang's brow!

The monkey let out a derisive laugh, brandishing its massive iron staff to smash viciously toward Patriarch Honghuang.

Ruthless. Dominating.

This monkey, from the moment it burst forth from stone, had never deviated from its innate ferocity!

The other six Great Saints also unleashed their most ruthless techniques at Patriarch Honghuang.

These were attacks of sheer savagery.

In the distant reaches of the cosmic void, the titans watching exchanged brief yet cryptic thoughts.

"Honghuang is doomed."

"Indeed."

"Hmm."

"Yes."

Their exchange was extremely concise, entirely unnoticeable to outsiders.

Faced with Chu Mo's earth-shattering strike, Patriarch Honghuang felt both humiliation and rage. That a mere group of Great Saints could corner him so completely was unthinkable. Coupled with the watching titans in the backdrop, he had nothing to lose. Patriarch Honghuang unleashed the full extent of his Dao essence without reserve.

His body grew exponentially in size!

With boundless power, his physique expanded chaotically!

In a moment, he seemed to loom above all existence, his immense form saturating the void's entirety!

It was as though the cosmic void strained under the enormity of his presence. The endless starry rivers before him shrank to merest threads, pitifully insignificant.

Chu Mo's strike, imbued with supreme Dao essence, still aimed resolutely at Patriarch Honghuang's head.

*BOOM!*

This strike landed thunderously upon Patriarch Honghuang's colossal crown, causing the entirety of the cosmic void to quake with ear-splitting reverberations.

The titan's immense head, a landmass in its own right, was carved with a gash of unfathomable depth, dangerously close to slicing through his brow!

Gouts of blood, cascading like a crimson river, spilled forth, forming an eerie blood-colored Heavenly River.

It hung before him, suspended amidst the endless celestial firmament.

Simultaneously, Patriarch Honghuang charged a finger forward, striking directly at Chu Mo's chest. Instantly, his chest caved with a gaping void.

Within this hollow, flesh and bone dissolved in the blink of an eye!