Chapter 113: The Profound Abyssal Star of Space-Time

"You just kowtowed to others! Let me go quickly, or be careful, or I shall convert you!"

The little monk protected his head, looking fierce. As he spoke, he took out a crystal xun—an oval, six-holed instrument shimmering with iridescent light, from which the sounds of Daoist melodies were about to flow.

"Oh? An intriguing sound that compels conversion. Discard it; once you receive the inheritance of the Shang Sect, you will have no need for such heterodox tricks."

The gray-clad man, Wu Cang, flicked a finger lightly. The transcendent melody, just about to ring out, recoiled like a mouse spotting a cat, retreating instantly back into the six holes.

Bright light from his fingertip bloomed at the holes of the instrument.

With a *pop*, the crystal xun shattered and scattered, its fragments refracting light like thousands of glass shards.

"You—"

Seeing his xun destroyed, the little monk’s fair face flushed red, the color spreading to the back of his ears. It was a gift from his mother for his fourth birthday. She had held him in her arms with a gentle smile while playing lullabies on it; to him, it held precious affection and memories.

"We are leaving."

The gray-clad man had come swiftly, and he did not linger. With a tremor of the mysterious long river beneath his feet, waves surged and roared, and he retreated along the path he had come.

"Release our Young Master!"

The silver-white scabbard spun through the void and fell. Lao Yuan hurriedly caught it with both hands. Watching the phantom of the mysterious river about to vanish, he gritted his teeth and used his light-imbued power to slice his finger, releasing a drop of Xiyuan True Blood.

The scabbard glowed faintly, and it seemed as if mysterious patterns were being revived.

*Boom!*

Lao Yuan swung the scabbard, and a brilliant sword aura that shook the cosmos suddenly coalesced. It broke through the threshold of a Master-level combatant and struck fiercely toward the phantom of the long river.

*Boom!*

The sword light annihilated in the space-time, but Wu Cang had already vanished with the little monk.

"No, I cannot let the Young Master be taken!"

Lao Yuan’s expression darkened. He gripped the hilt, transmitting a thread of mental energy within. The sword was sealed; only Young Master Zhiqian could draw it, not he. It contained the holy power imprint of Sect Leader Tanya; no matter how vast the distance in space-time, the Sect Leader would be able to sense it. He had already notified Sect Leader Tanya that the Young Master had been abducted; even here, within the God-Trapping Annihilation Array, he believed the message would get through soon.

"Shang Buddha..."

As if hearing a distant and mysterious term, Xia’s expression drifted for a moment. A short while later, her eyes burned with brilliance. With Young Master Yuchu taken away, it suited her desires perfectly; now she could fully unleash her potential.

"Not good!"

Suddenly, Xia’s expression changed.

During the time the gray-clad man had intruded and taken the little monk, high above the cosmos, the snow-white cloud mass, stretching for hundreds of millions of miles, began to overflow with a dark, ghostly light. A corner of the colossal entity within was revealed!

"Space-Time Profound Underworld Heavy Star, come forth!"

Feng Shang shouted in excitement, his youthful face flushed with a hint of wild exhilaration.

*Rumble, rumble—* An icy, gloomy aura permeated every direction, as if a Dark King had descended. The starry sky went dark in an instant; gravity pressed down ruthlessly, and the dark light twisted space-time...

With great difficulty, the energy of creation from nothingness surged. A pitch-black star of the Profound Underworld revealed a corner, the cloud mass shifting it out as if laying an egg.

"Stop him!"

Xia’s expression changed. She slashed downward with the Moon-Slaying Cosmic Sword. Thousands of full moons shone brilliantly, and an infinite swarm of sword auras rushed forward, attempting to force the black star back into the space of creation from nothingness.

However, it was already too late.

The cold black light, ancient and heavy, collided with the incoming sword light. Though it caused some impact, the momentum was now irreversible.

Xia’s expression shifted again. Just as she was about to strike again, Silver Flame flew over, wielding the Heaven-Shaking Halberd, and blocked her path.

"You had better stay back, Excellency. Do not interfere with our Young Master," Silver Flame said.

A flash of killing intent crossed Xia’s eyes. Unexpectedly, she did not force her way through. Instead, she remained cold and silent, quietly watching the rare spectacle.

*Clang!*

Accompanied by the long toll of a morning bell, a pitch-black, heavy star cast from endless profound iron descended upon this star field.

"What is this?" Little Huang looked up with a tender face, shocked by the grand scene of the mysterious star’s emergence, the fluctuations causing everything to distort.

"Could this be..." The young man looked at the high heavens, equally astonished.

"How does this brat possess such a star? Even I feel palpitations, a desire to stay far away!"

On the bloated face of the Yellow Toad Daoist, his eyes bulged as he stared at the emerging Profound Underworld Heavy Star, a sense of extreme foreboding rising in his heart.

He was a Master-level combatant; with his full power, he could collapse a fragile star system. With a single palm, he could reduce dozens of stars to dust. Even a solar star, hot enough to incinerate true gold and divine iron, meant nothing to him. Yet, this star before him made him feel a desire to retreat.

"A space-time heavy-destruction star! They only emerge in the rarest of forbidden grounds. The weight of one is comparable to an entire star system—it is a naturally occurring Supreme Divine Weapon!"

The clothes of the Fire-Burning Boy were whipped by the cosmic winds, nearly tearing apart as he watched the Space-Time Profound Underworld Star in shock.

"A naturally occurring Supreme Divine Weapon!"

Upon hearing this, the Yellow Toad was greatly startled, and a trace of greed flashed in his eyes. Encountering such a supreme treasure embryo was no less than a heaven-defying opportunity.

"It’s useless! The weight of this star is too great. Even we could hardly control it. Moreover, the surrounding space-time is chaotic, the laws are twisted—to approach is to be crushed to pieces, soul and spirit annihilated!" the Fire-Burning Boy cried.

"So terrifying?"

The Yellow Toad flinched. The weight of an entire star system added to a single planet—how terrifying was that? Would the divine power of the God-Trapping Annihilation Array, which bound space-time, be altered by this star?

Qing’er said softly, "Brother Feng Shang, if you use the Space-Time Profound Underworld Heavy Star to lay the Ninth Killing Array, you can break the great array and unravel the momentum of this star domain."

"Good!"

Feng Shang replied. Soon, countless light points, like grains of sand, lit up around him. They were countless—looking closely, one could see they were four hundred and sixty million Prison-Suppressing Killing Swords!

*Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!*

The four hundred and sixty million swords, one after another, plunged into the Profound Underworld Heavy Star, borrowing its naturally chaotic space-time to form a formation!

*Roar!*

Before long, a powerful jet-black evil dragon, its nine claws covered in sharp scales, surged from the depths of hell toward the cosmos. A vortex of destruction condensed, coiling around the Underworld Star, its head raised as it roared, releasing an endless killing aura.

This instantly eclipsed the momentum of the God-Trapping Annihilation!

The Ninth Killing Array: Seal the Gods and Suppress the Prison!

"Let’s go! We shall fly to the Profound Underworld Heavy Star and turn the tides! These people are doomed!"

Feng Shang laughed heartily, feeling immensely satisfied. With a wave of his hand, the energy of creation from nothingness shrouded the group, and he led them toward the Prison-Suppressing Array.

However, at that very moment.

A three-foot wooden sword, emerging from the void, slowly sliced through space-time. It brushed lightly across Feng Shang’s neck, the top of his head, and his back.

Three impassable boundaries of law, crystalline and blinding, contained a miraculous power that held Feng Shang firmly in place.

The strike had been silent and traceless.

Even Qing Tian’e had not managed to perceive it!