Eternal Time and Space

Chapter 62 Skeleton Gods and Demons

Just then, a loud bang rang out, the membrane of the eternal world ruptured, and fragments of the membrane poured down like a torrential rain. A large banner emerged from the crack.

The banner fluttered in the wind, and it was painted with countless skulls, layer upon layer, piled up from the bottom to the top of the banner. Each skull was only the size of a thumb, but the hole between the eyebrows, the hollow of the eye sockets, and the gaps between the teeth were clearly visible.

An old man walked in through the crack, his skin clinging to his bones, his eyes sunken, a large banner swaying behind him, countless skulls on the banner howling silently in the wind, and a huge black scythe in his hand, the blade as thin as paper, with a dark light flowing across its edge.

Upon entering the Eternal World, the old man took a deep breath. This breath caused the heavens and earth to change color. The vibrant life force of the Eternal World transformed into countless emerald green specks of light, which floated out from the mountains, rivers, plants, birds, and beasts, converging into a long emerald green river that flowed into the old man's mouth and nose.

As the light entered his body, the old man's emaciated figure gradually became fuller, his skin regained color, his muscles became elastic, and his bones were no longer jagged. In just a few breaths, the skin-and-bones old man transformed into a middle-aged man who looked to be no more than forty years old with a sinister face.

Clenching his fist, the old man felt the renewed vitality within his body, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

The old man strode forward, surrounded by countless signs of life, but he stopped after taking only one step.

Zi Chen appeared before the old man at some unknown time. He was dressed in white with black hair, and his handsome face was almost otherworldly. His hands were behind his back, and his expression was calm, like still water in a deep abyss.

The old man looked at Zi Chen and sized him up.

"A mere Primordial Golden Immortal." The old man sneered, "You were able to create such a world, so you must possess a supreme innate treasure. Hand it over, and I'll spare your life."

Zi Chen sized up the old man; this person was also a Chaos God-Demon, a Skeleton God-Demon.

However, the chaotic god-demon aura on this skeletal god-demon body has become extremely faint. The skeletal god-demon has lost its true chaotic god-demon body and has re-formed this body, which is similar to that of the innate gods-demons of the primordial world.

The Skeleton God Demon's cultivation has reached the peak of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm, and he is only one step away from breaking through to the Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal realm.

Withdrawing his gaze, Zi Chen raised his right hand, and the silvery-white eternal light condensed into an extreme line, aiming directly at the old man's ancestral temple between his eyebrows.

The old man sneered, his scythe flashing as it slashed through the air, the black blade drawing an arc of light. The arc collided with the Eternal Light, splitting it in two into two streams that swept past the old man on his left and right sides.

But before the old man could sheathe his sword, the two streams of light that had been cleaved back in mid-air, like two silver snakes, lashing out at the old man's ribs from the left and right.

The old man's expression changed slightly. The large banner behind him swayed and expanded, like a sky-covering canopy falling down. Countless skulls on the banner opened their mouths at the same time, letting out a silent roar.

The eternal light struck the banner, and the skulls on the banner frantically tore at the light, shattering and annihilating the silvery-white radiance.

The old man's eyes hardened with cold light as he brought down his right-hand scythe. The black scythe drew an arc of light that stretched for millions of miles, neatly cleaving the earth open. Magma from deep within the earth erupted, mountains shattered, and rivers ceased to flow.

Behind the old man, the Great Banner of Ten Thousand Bones expanded infinitely, its surface transforming from a canopy of sky into a world of skeletons covering heaven and earth. Countless skeletons flew out of the banner, turning into torrents of white bones that cascaded down from the sky like waterfalls.

Wherever the skeletal torrent passed, the earth was devoured, mountains were devoured, rivers were devoured, birds, beasts, insects, and fish were devoured. The skeletons opened their mouths wide, frantically devouring everything in the eternal world, leaving behind only a patch of black scorched earth.

Zi Chen remained calm, neither looking at the destroyed earth beneath his feet nor at the creatures being devoured by the skeletons. He simply stared at the old man with an indifferent expression.

This eternal world is the eternal world of the "future". The future and the past have been reversed by Zi Chen with the power of eternity. The world that is now being eaten by skeletons, cut by scythes, and destroyed by the old man is just one of the countless possibilities for the future of the eternal world. Even if this future is destroyed, countless other futures are waiting. The true eternal world is beyond the reach of the skeletal gods and demons.

The old man wielded his scythe wildly, black arcs of light crisscrossing the heavens and earth, slicing huge rifts in the sky. The Great Banner of Ten Thousand Bones fluttered loudly, and the torrent of skeletons grew ever more turbulent. The entire eternal world was shattered by the destruction of the scythe and the skeletons.

But the old man was very uneasy. Zi Chen, as the world's ruler, was not putting up any resistance. This attitude was definitely not normal.

The old man frowned, and his scythe slashed fiercely at Zi Chen, black arcs of light filling the sky and earth.

Zi Chen did not dodge. He raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and the light of eternity surged out, engulfing the black arc light.

The two clashed repeatedly amidst the shattered heavens and earth, their scythes colliding with the eternal light, and the Great Banner of Myriad Bones devouring the Eternal Sea of ​​Light.

The old man's cultivation level was indeed far superior to that of Xue Jun, Hun Ling, and Tian Huo. With his peak cultivation as a Hunyuan Golden Immortal and the innate treasure, the Myriad Bones Banner, his combat power had already faintly touched the threshold of the Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal.

But the old man soon discovered that he could not harm Zi Chen no matter what he did. Zi Chen's figure appeared and disappeared in the sea of ​​light. When the scythe struck, light was scattered; when the Great Banner of Ten Thousand Bones devoured, light was swallowed; when the torrent of skeletons submerged, light emerged from the torrent.

Zi Chen wasn't really fighting; he was observing a mark deep within the origin of the skeletal gods and demons that didn't belong to chaos or the primordial world.

Meanwhile, the victors and vanquished have already been decided on the other three battlefields.

Mo Yun was the first to finish the battle, and the vast starry sea was re-condensed in Mo Yun's palm, transforming into a brand new galactic axis.

As the scroll unfolded, the light of the sun, moon, and stars poured out from it, becoming hundreds of times more dazzling than before. The Milky Way Axis, which carried the origin of the eternal world's sun, moon, stars, and sea, had become a supreme innate treasure.

Mo Yun shook the Milky Way axis towards the Blood Army, whose faces showed horror before being swallowed up by the sun, moon, and stars.

The true fire of the sun, the true water of the moon, the killing power of Venus, the war of Mars, the moon of the planet Mercury, the Big Dipper and the Southern Dipper—the light of billions of stars fell upon Xue Jun at the same instant. Xue Jun didn't even have time to scream before his physical body, primordial spirit, and the Great Dao of Conquest were reduced to nothingness layer by layer in the light of billions of stars.

With a single strike, the Blood Army God and Demon fell. His origin, the surviving soldiers, and the shattered stone spears were all swept up by the Milky Way Axis and collected into the scroll. His memories were carefully examined by Mo Yun.

Nine Netherworld followed closely behind.

The Nine Nether Cauldron flew out, and the pitch-black cauldron continued to expand. The projection of the Nine Nether World within the cauldron had condensed into a real Netherworld, with the River of Oblivion, the Yellow Springs, the Sea of ​​Darkness, and the Weak Water flowing endlessly within the cauldron.