Heaven Slaying Blade

At the same time, eight more purple-gold bolts of heavenly thunder struck towards the Six Great Saints, the Primordial Chaos Patriarch, and... the Monkey!

However, the six bolts aimed at the Six Great Saints were intercepted entirely by the six divine entities Chu Mo instantly summoned. These entities disrupted the laws of time and space before taking on the thunderbolts.

And then, the Six Great Saints vanished without a trace!

Chu Mo had directly sent them into the world within the Celestial Mirror!

Crack!

A bolt of heavenly thunder landed squarely on the Primordial Chaos Patriarch, causing his body to stagger violently.

Meanwhile, the Monkey's heavenly tribulation descended!

The Monkey's tribulation also manifested as purple-gold heavenly thunder, dividing into three strikes: one aimed at the Monkey, one at Chu Mo, and the last... targeted the Primordial Chaos Patriarch once more.

"Ah... Ahhhhhhh!"

The Primordial Chaos Patriarch staggered again under the bolt's impact, feeling his body's energy drain at an alarming rate. In an instant, he transformed into countless clones, attempting to flee this patch of cosmic void.

Yet the purple-gold heavenly thunder atop the celestial dome also split into countless strands, striking each of the Primordial Chaos Patriarch's clones relentlessly.

Thud...!

Countless clones spewing blood simultaneously—this scene truly was a rarity across all eras.

The Monkey, however, no longer had the bandwidth to focus on attacking the Primordial Chaos Patriarch and had to shift his attention entirely to overcoming his tribulation.

No one could guarantee that, at such a critical moment, someone wouldn't strike from the shadows to exploit their vulnerability. But with things already escalating to this point, worrying about external threats was utterly meaningless.

Regardless of who dared to strike stealthily now, they would become lifelong enemies of unimaginable hatred!

This is the kind of grudge that can never be reconciled!

Chu Mo, on the other hand, seemed entirely indifferent to the ancestral realm's heavenly tribulation, wielding Heaven Slaying as he relentlessly pursued the Primordial Chaos Patriarch with ferocious strikes!

This sight... truly frightened many powerful entities.

Even they, in their youth, had never dared to act with such reckless audacity during their own ancestral realm tribulations.

A single purple-gold bolt of heavenly thunder could easily kill a peak cultivator of the Great Saint Realm, leaving them coughing blood. Even a giant of the ancestral realm would lose massive portions of their vitality if struck.

Vitality was energy!

Energy was cultivation!

Cultivation was everything!

"This young man... is truly ferocious!" exclaimed a massive figure retreating to a safe region deep within the star seas, unable to suppress his awe.

"A genius of this caliber is a rarity across the universe. Once he rises, who will be able to stop him?" muttered another retreating giant from afar.

The Sky Patriarch gazed towards the chaotic skies, his expression tinged with surprise as he mused internally: Seems like my act of kindness earlier may bring unimaginable benefits. Saints don't associate their actions with good or bad—only the larger picture matters. But now, it appears focusing solely on the bigger picture... may not always be correct!

The Sky Patriarch's face carried a thoughtful look.

Meanwhile, Patriarch Canglan and Patriarch Jiu Lie, after narrowly escaping the heavenly tribulation's range to a safe zone, initially intended to strike an ambush. However, witnessing Chu Mo brazenly enduring the tribulation while wielding a blade and chasing the Primordial Chaos Patriarch, they were utterly dumbstruck.

What on earth is going on?

What cultivation technique did that brat practice? Why does he show no fear of an ancestral realm-level heavenly tribulation?

If Chu Mo were to tell them, "I cultivated the lightning avoidance mnemonic," not only would Patriarch Canglan and Patriarch Jiu Lie react incredulously, but even many other giants would surely go mad!

Since when could a minor divine ability like the lightning avoidance mnemonic render one immune to ancestral tribulation's purple-gold heavenly thunder? That's absurd!

Even for beings of ancestral realm giant stature, the idea that someone could master the Dao of Thunder to such an extent that they could develop an internal Thunder Dao Platform would be unimaginable.

If they were to learn this truth, they'd undoubtedly go insane on the spot!

Because Chu Mo—no matter the circumstance—could not be struck down by heavenly tribulations!

He feared neither ancestral heavenly tribulations nor supreme-level ones! Epoch-ending heavenly tribulations posed no greater challenge to him either...

What does it mean to defy the heavens? This is it!

After all, heavenly tribulation is derived from Heaven's Will. A person unafraid of the tribulation is essentially someone who can disregard Heaven's Will entirely!

Patriarch Canglan and Patriarch Jiu Lie, two long-suffering giants who still bore lingering Dao injuries even today, dared not contemplate ambushing Chu Mo any further in this moment. Exchanging a glance with each other, they reached a silent mutual understanding.

Leave!

Yes!

Leave!

Enough watching!

Who said only half-step giants and Great Saint cultivators could hide? We can hide too!

If we can't provoke him, why not just avoid him entirely?

Without a second thought, and without even needing to articulate a plan to one another, these two giants acted in perfect synchrony.

They withdrew. And then hid! Ensuring Chu Mo wouldn't find them. Then they waited... waited until there were only fifty survivors left, securing their place among the Investiture of the Gods rankings!

Let Chu Mo ruin someone else's destiny; let him choose other targets to oppress. From this moment forward, if we see Chu Mo, we simply leave!

Giants spectating the events from all around watched Patriarch Canglan and Patriarch Jiu Lie retreat in silence. None approached, nor voiced their opinions. Because, if it were them, they'd likely make the same decision!

There, Chu Mo locked his gaze on the purple-gold ancestral realm tribulation lightning, restarting his frenzied pursuit of the Primordial Chaos Patriarch!

There was a time when Chu Mo could only flee in desperation under the pursuit of the Primordial Chaos Patriarch, utterly powerless to retaliate. Now, a decade later, facing the battered and weakened Primordial Chaos Patriarch—reduced to less than thirty percent vitality—Chu Mo did not hesitate. He would kill him!

Boom boom boom!

A continuous barrage of purple-gold heavenly thunder rained down upon everyone present.

Chu Mo neither activated any dharma instruments nor employed any resistance. Every lightning strike that landed directly on his Thunder Dao Platform was a baptism, a refinement, an opportunity to replenish vitality!

As the tribulation's power intensified, terrifying purple-gold entities began descending from the heavens, intent on slaughtering Chu Mo!

These beings were even more menacing than the purple-gold thunder!

For they embodied tribulations wielding unparalleled combat power.

Faced with these tribulation spirits—genuine manifestations of disaster—Chu Mo had no choice but to suspend his pursuit of the Primordial Chaos Patriarch and focus on handling them seriously.

The Primordial Chaos Patriarch, however, had no respite either, for his vitality—reduced to less than thirty percent—meant he also had to contend with the tribulation spirits!

And because his level was higher, the tribulation spirits targeting him were even stronger than those attacking Chu Mo!

"Blegh!"

The Primordial Chaos Patriarch spat out a mouthful of blood, much of it from sheer rage at Chu Mo.

The giants marveled at Chu Mo's fearless defiance of heavenly tribulation, but none felt it as acutely as the Primordial Chaos Patriarch himself, battling the unshakable reality of Chu Mo's immunity to their might.

The emergence of these tribulation spirits only prompted Chu Mo to adopt a slightly more serious attitude. Yet even then, his demeanor suggested he was polishing his combat prowess rather than surviving a crisis.

The clashes resembled exchanges more akin to training than mortal combat, despite their discernible risks. For Chu Mo, the tribulation spirits posed no substantial threat!

Conversely, the Primordial Chaos Patriarch's body quickly became riddled with wounds, leaving him severely injured!

Such crushing blows were overwhelming for any giant of his caliber.

The time-and-space fabric of the cosmic void had been completely shattered, its timeline river flickering intermittently into view amidst the chaos.

From within the timeline river, certain supremely powerful entities loomed, coldly observing the conflict. Yet, upon spotting Chu Mo, nearly all of them displayed expressions of shock—as if refusing to believe anyone could defy heavenly tribulation's might.

Some of these entities showed faint intent to extend their influence towards Chu Mo and the Primordial Chaos Patriarch, but those targeting Chu Mo were immediately struck back by ancestral-level purple-gold thunderbolt tribulations. A few of the stronger ones even narrowly avoided drawing the ire of the tribulation spirits themselves, hastily retreating deep into the timeline river, vanishing from sight entirely.

The same events unfolded for those targeting the Primordial Chaos Patriarch, although the entities prepared to attack him were exceptionally formidable. When targeting Chu Mo proved futile, their focus shifted entirely to the Primordial Chaos Patriarch.

If unscathed, the Primordial Chaos Patriarch would have easily stood his ground against these river-dwelling predators. Even amongst equals in cultivation, differences in combat power mattered little.

Now, however, everything had changed!

Reduced to just over twenty percent vitality, he struggled against the tribulation spirits and the relentless purple-gold thunder. If the timeline entities succeeded in their attacks, his death would be imminent!

"Begone!"

The Primordial Chaos Patriarch roared towards the timeline river, unleashing torrents of Dao laws in an attempt to drive its chaotic currents towards Chu Mo instead.

Yet such extraordinary phenomena are not swayed by the will of a gravely weakened giant!

A massive entity within the timeline river emerged atop a towering tidal wave, wielding a rusted battle spear. Without hesitation, it swung the weapon towards the Primordial Chaos Patriarch ferociously.

Boom!

A time tempest erupted from the timeline river instantly, impacting even some of the tribulation spirits.

The enraged tribulation spirits charged wildly into the timeline river.

And just like that, the timeline river blinked out of existence entirely.

The Primordial Chaos Patriarch finally breathed a sigh of relief—it was gone!

But precisely at that moment, Chu Mo's eerie, blood-colored Heaven Slaying blade descended once more.

Crack!

With a single stroke, Chu Mo severed the Primordial Chaos Patriarch's head cleanly from his body.

Chu Mo's impeccable timing was nothing short of masterful, his ability to seize opportunities reaching unimaginable heights. His strength was monstrous!

Ordinarily, it would be impossible to sneak up on a giant like the Primordial Chaos Patriarch. Yet the profound disturbance caused by the timeline river's turbulence had introduced a fleeting moment of negligence into the giant's heart...

And in that brief instant, Chu Mo struck decisively!

Despite severing the Primordial Chaos Patriarch's head, Chu Mo refrained from pressing the assault, knowing full well that what followed would be the Patriarch's unhinged retaliation!

So, after landing his blow, Chu Mo promptly retreated with speed, trailing a cascade of purple-gold thunder behind him.

As expected, the Primordial Chaos Patriarch went berserk!

A giant of his stature—a titan of cosmic proportions—had been beheaded!

Along with the strike, Chu Mo had diminished the Patriarch's Dao cultivation to barely ten percent of its original power!

At this stage, calculations were unnecessary; surviving the ancient battlefield had become a sheer impossibility for him.

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