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"Ning!"
On the other side, seizing this fleeting chance, Ninth Tian Zun's expression grew exceptionally grave. He knew—this might be the only opportunity. His hand seals shifted rapidly, leaving afterimages in the air, while a sharp shout burst from his mouth.
As his shout echoed across the sky, the countless strange raindrops filling this world began to tremble violently. Then, with a chorus of piercing "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" sounds that split the heavens, they surged madly toward Ninth Tian Zun's position.
Before him, the countless droplets swiftly condensed. In the blink of an eye, a massive azure sphere of rain, nearly a hundred zhang wide, slowly took form in the void. The surface of the sphere shimmered deep blue, rotating slowly as space itself cracked apart with a crisp "ka ka."
That overwhelming pressure spreading from it caused the faces of many powerhouses to turn deathly pale. If such an attack were to explode, this entire region would be reduced to a lifeless wasteland in an instant.
"Wei Yang, this Venerable knows you're inside! Come out! Back then, I was caught off guard and took a sneak attack from you. Now, let's see if you have the ability to withstand my strike today!"
After forming the rain sphere, Ninth Tian Zun's face had turned slightly pale.
Clearly, condensing such a terrifying attack had drained him greatly. Yet his expression twisted into a feral snarl as he roared toward the mansion below. Hearing this, many onlookers turned their gazes over, eyes filled with surprise.
Wei Yang once ambushed Ninth Tian Zun?
Below, the spatial barrier around the mansion remained perfectly calm, not a single ripple forming.
"This strike, you can't avoid. Let me see how you block it!"
Ninth Tian Zun sneered coldly. He wasn't worried about Wei Yang fleeing or dodging. Because this strike had to be faced head-on—unless Wei Yang wanted to abandon Yao Chen, who was still in the midst of his breakthrough inside.
The rain sphere's power was immense—but not enough. Gritting his teeth, Ninth Tian Zun hardened his resolve. His hands flashed through a series of seals like lightning, and moments later, his face flushed a deep crimson.
Puh!
A mouthful of blood spurted forth, splashing onto the giant sphere of rain.
A deafening roar followed.
"Rain Corrodes the Heavens!"
That tyrannical, unmatched shout shook the entire sky. Ninth Tian Zun's face twisted with a sense of vengeful pleasure as he slammed both palms downward.
"Go!"
Wong!
The enormous rain sphere trembled, then began to spin wildly at incredible speed. With an ear-splitting howl of the wind, it streaked downward like lightning, smashing toward the mansion below.
As it descended, waves of destructive energy rippled out from within. Wherever it passed, the surrounding space shattered inch by inch—
Leaving behind a pitch-black spatial scar over a hundred zhang long, a dark ribbon that lingered and refused to heal.
Seeing that terrifying power of destruction, even the strong ones who had already fled far away were scared out of their wits. Their souls seemed to leave their bodies as they hastily fled even farther, desperately escaping toward the horizon.
"Old Ghost Ninth! You dare destroy my Holy Pill City!" In the distance, Xuan Kongzi's eyes were bloodshot.
"Qiu Di, get out of my way!"
Xuan Yi and Tian Leizi also roared madly, launching reckless attacks against Eighth Tian Zun, forcing him to retreat in defense. But now—even if the Three Leaders burned with fury—it was too late.
All they could do was watch helplessly as that colossal sphere of rain plummeted straight toward the Wei Mansion. Far away, some hidden observers' gazes turned complicated.
"What terrifying power... Ninth Tian Zun unleashed this strike at the cost of self-harm. I wonder if that Wei Yang can withstand it?"
Under that crushing aura, the originally vast mansion now appeared pitifully small. No one doubted the destructive might of the rain sphere.
"Whether he can block it or not doesn't even matter anymore."
Someone sighed softly.
"This is an inescapable trap. Ninth Tian Zun's goal has already been achieved. Even if Wei Yang manages to take it head-on, the explosion's aftermath alone will be enough to obliterate the entire mansion. And Yao Chen, in the midst of breaking through, will inevitably be interrupted."
Silence.
Were they truly about to witness a Saint—a cultivator attempting to step into the Dou Sheng realm—be snuffed out before he could succeed?
"Yao Chen, you want to ascend and become a Dou Sheng? Today, I'll make sure you and this mansion perish together in my hands!"
Staring at the rain sphere drawing ever closer to the mansion, a crazed, fanatical gleam burned in Ninth Tian Zun's eyes. Nothing was more exhilarating, more satisfying, than personally destroying a soon-to-be Dou Sheng.
At that moment, time itself seemed to slow.
Under countless watching eyes, the rain sphere finally drew within a hundred zhang of the mansion's barrier. Then—the barrier that had remained calm all this time—finally rippled faintly, waves spreading across its surface.
Then, an enormous black hand slowly emerged, piercing through the rippling space. It was a colossal hand covered in fine black scales, vast enough to blot out the sky. The fingers were sharp like hooked blades, glinting with a chilling, cold gleam.
Its movement looked unhurried, yet every inch of its advance carried the weight of an ancient god or demon reaching out from the dawn of time. The void itself seemed to groan and tremble beneath that hand as if even space could not bear the pressure it carried.
In the center of that black palm rested a massive gray-black millstone. At this moment, the gray-black millstone was spinning rapidly within the palm of the black hand. Compared to that giant hand, the hundred-zhang-wide rain sphere seemed pitifully small.
Before this world-shrouding hand, the enormous rain sphere looked no bigger than a fragile egg. The hand extended forward—calmly, deliberately—grasping toward it. And then—
It simply caught the rain sphere in its palm.
With a soft puff—
Everyone stood frozen as they watched that terrifying sphere, which could have destroyed an entire city, get directly swallowed and crushed to dust by the rapidly spinning gray-black millstone in the center of the hand. And then—
Nothing.
Ninth Tian Zun's triumphant smile froze instantly.
Heaven and Earth fell silent.
All of Holy Pill City seemed to descend into a deathly stillness.
Ninth Tian Zun, as well as Eighth Tian Zun, who was still struggling to hold back the furious attacks of the Three Leaders in the distance, all stared blankly. Even the Three Leaders were stunned, their faces full of disbelief.
That terrifying strike... just disappeared? Gone—like it had never existed?!
They stared at that black hand and at the gray-black millstone spinning slowly in its palm—and a cold chill ran down everyone's spine.
A gray-black millstone? What... what was that thing? A Dou Technique? A Heaven Grade Dou Technique?!
"Hhhmmmm... based on the Great Heaven Creation Palm, slightly modified into the Life and Death Millstone. Seems to work well enough."
A soft, indifferent voice drifted from within the spatial barrier, breaking the suffocating silence.
Swish!
The black hand withdrew, vanishing without a trace. At the same time, a tall, black-clad figure radiating a sinister and domineering aura stepped out from within the barrier.
His head was lowered, eyes focused on his right palm as though lost in thought, his expression calm yet contemplative. Though his steps appeared unhurried, with a single stride he instantly appeared right before Ninth Tian Zun.
"You..." Ninth Tian Zun's pupils shrank violently. His lips trembled, and even his voice quivered.
He tried to move—tried to retreat as far as possible from this terrifying being—but quickly realized his body wouldn't respond. The surrounding space was locked down by some strange, invisible power.
Ninth Tian Zun's eyes widened in horror.
At that very moment, Wei Yang's gaze slowly lowered to meet his. Within those pitch-black, blazing eyes burned lightning and fire—two miniature black suns that seared Ninth Tian Zun's sight... and his soul.
"W-Wei... Wei Yang..." Ninth Tian Zun swallowed hard, his voice dry and trembling.
"Little thing... where do you think you're going, hmm?"
Wei Yang slowly raised his hand that same hand covered in fine black scales and gently gripped Ninth Tian Zun's throat, tightening bit by bit, a grin curling on his lips.
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