This kind of saint artifact, the Yin-Yang Bottle of the Mohe Ancient Clan, has been passed down for an unknowable number of years, and its power is terrifying. This artifact alone can contend with a Saint-class Heavenly Supreme being. In ancient times, the Mohe Yin-Yang Bottle, alongside the Futuo Ancestor Tower, boasted the achievement of subduing the Heavenly Demon Emperor. This is a major component of their renown.
Such sacred artifacts are the ultimate protection for the continuation of a race. However, each use consumes its intrinsic power. Thus, unless absolutely necessary, no one would use it lightly. It is a rule among the clans that these artifacts are only to be employed in moments of life and death.
Because of this, when everyone saw Mohe Tian, at any cost, bring out the renowned Mohe Yin-Yang Bottle, their faces changed dramatically. This time, it was clear Mohe Tian had made a ruthless decision.
"Whoosh!"
Black and white energy filled the sky, like the intersection of yin and yang, giving birth to infinite mysteries. The entire world turned black and white.
All the peak experts present looked up in terror at the black and white jade bottle floating amidst the black and white energy. The power radiating from it made even Heavenly Supremes tremble.
Medusa, Little Doctor Fairy, and Mandala's expressions became heavy. The Mohe Yin-Yang Bottle, after all, had a great reputation. It was the Mohe Ancient Clan's trump card, wielding infinite power, having even subdued Saint-class Heavenly Supremes in history.
Even though they had confidence in Jiang Yun, when the Mohe Yin-Yang Bottle appeared, they couldn't help but feel worried.
"This Mohe Tian is truly mad," someone muttered outside the battlefield, causing everyone to nod.
"Jiang Yun, this is my clan's ancestral artifact. Over these tens of thousands of years, it has subdued countless powerful enemies. Today, you will be no exception!"
"Prepare to die!"
Mohe Tian's eyes were as cold as ice. He stared at Jiang Yun with a cold snort, and then formed a single-hand seal. Immediately, high above, the Mohe Yin-Yang Bottle began to tilt, and black and white light streams poured out from the bottle's mouth.
The black and white streams were formed from extremely pure spiritual power, one of yin and one of yang, hot and cold. Their intersection gave rise to many mysteries. Wherever it landed, the world's spiritual power would be assimilated into black and white colors.
"You have a supreme saint artifact, and you think I do not?"
Jiang Yun, with a calm demeanor, looked at the descending torrent and gently grasped in the air. A crystal long sword appeared in his palm—it was the Heavenly Emperor Sword. After Jiang Yun's full restoration, the Heavenly Emperor Sword had recovered to its peak, entering the ranks of supreme saint artifacts.
"Heavenly Emperor Sword!"
Seeing the sword in Jiang Yun's palm, Mohe Tian's face turned gloomy. In ancient times, he had heard of this sword. It was not inferior to the Mohe Yin-Yang Bottle—the only difference was the background steeped in the passage of time.
It had not yet given birth to an artifact spirit, but its power was still not to be underestimated. After all, a sword is a weapon of killing, and a saint-class sword's lethality is bound to be terrifying.
"So what if you have the Heavenly Emperor Sword? My clan's artifact has been refined for tens of thousands of years; its spirit is fully awakened. How can you contend with it?"
"Die!"
Controlling the clan's sacred artifact, Mohe Tian felt an unprecedented surge of power and confidence, shouting angrily.
"Woosh-woosh~~~"
The surging black and white ocean churned monstrous waves, descending upon Jiang Yun with overwhelming force. In the face of this torrent, even a saint-class powerhouse could be heavily injured.
"Everything is born and reborn endlessly!"
Jiang Yun swung his hand, countless sword lights shot out. Countless sword lights, mixed with sword intent, formed a river of sword energy. It surged endlessly like a giant wave, unleashing supreme power in the face of the black and white torrent.
"Boom boom boom!!!"
The collision between the black and white torrent and the river of sword energy produced an earth-shattering explosion. The earth shook violently, and a massive energy storm swept across the world! The surrounding tens of thousands of miles turned into a void!
The powerful sword energy seemed to carry a strange vitality, but no one dared to underestimate its power. The combatants continued to clash madly, annihilating and regenerating.
There were no other colors in the world!
"Damn it." Looking at Jiang Yun, who remained unfazed even with the Mohe Yin-Yang Bottle, Mohe Tian's face twisted, and he roared, "Second Elder, help me!"
"Alright!"
At this point, the Second Elder couldn't retreat even if he wanted to. Otherwise, the Mohe Ancient Clan would become a laughingstock, and they themselves would become stepping stones for Jiang Yun.
"Yin-Yang Devouring World Disk!"
Mohe Tian and the Second Elder of the Mohe Ancient Clan simultaneously took action. Their similar spiritual attributes allowed them to control the Mohe Yin-Yang Bottle together. Instantly, an even larger black and white torrent surged out, forming a massive black and white disk in the sky, like a world-ending millstone.
The black and white disk descended towards Jiang Yun, crushing the surrounding space and flattening the mountains below them, leaving no trace they ever existed. The sheer power sent shivers down one's spine.
"Mohe Tian, do you think you've won?"
Locked on by the black and white disk, Jiang Yun looked at Mohe Tian and the Second Elder emotionlessly. Then, he spread his right palm, a rotating pure white fire lotus appearing in Mohe Tian's sight.
The fire lotus was pure white, but upon closer inspection, in its core, one could glimpse countless flames containing different laws. Each one carried the will of heaven and earth, their power formidable. Now, all were gathered in the emperor-like white flame, its power imaginable.
An indescribable wave emanated from the towering fire lotus, causing countless experts to change color.
Looking at the rotating fire lotus and the shocking aura it emitted, just a glance made Mohe Tian feel a sense of dread, his heart pounding in crisis!
"Immortal Saint Flame: Purifying the World!"
Jiang Yun looked at the two, whose faces had turned ugly, and spoke gently.
Then, he extended a slender finger, and the white fire lotus shot out, slowly moving towards the descending Yin-Yang Disk, releasing a wave of destruction.
"Boom!!!"
Under the Yin-Yang Disk, the massive fire lotus roared forth. Its petals spread open slowly, releasing destructive power upon contact. The fire lotus bloomed at its most perfect moment, and an apocalyptic force was unleashed.
Endless flames, like countless erupting volcanoes, filled the void.
A deafening explosion resounded, shaking the entire Tianluo Continent. The scorching shockwaves swept through the air, making even those far away feel like their bodies would be incinerated.
Beams of spiritual light ascended from both sides, desperately resisting the destructive temperature.
"Buzz!!!"
As the fire lotus bloomed, its destructive heat corroded the Yin-Yang Disk. At this moment, the Yin-Yang Disk fought back. Below, Mohe Tian and the Second Elder poured more spiritual power into the Mohe Yin-Yang Bottle, enhancing the yin-yang energy.
With the added energy, the black and white glow on the Yin-Yang Disk intensified. Countless yin-yang energies clashed with the violent flames, engaging in a frantic erosion.
"Boom boom boom!!!"
In the void, the collision of the two powerful forces produced lights so dazzling that even Heavenly Supremes couldn't look directly, only turning their gazes aside.
Continuous explosions echoed in the void. Each residual wave sent chills down the spines of the top experts from both sides, and the space between them turned into a tattered area.
"Damn it—"
"Futuo Xuan, you dare deceive my Mohe Ancient Clan? If I fall, you will not fare well in the future either!"
Struggling to pour spiritual power into the Mohe Yin-Yang Bottle, the Second Elder of the Mohe Ancient Clan looked at the unrelenting fire lotus and roared angrily at the void.
"What!"
Hearing the Second Elder's words, everyone was shocked—was there another powerhouse present?
And it was the Grand Elder of the Futuo Clan, a mid-stage saint-class powerhouse known for wielding the clan's ancestral tower. He was even more formidable than Mohe Tian and the Second Elder.
Had he also arrived?
"Boom!"
In the sky, endless spirit light erupted, forming a colossal black and white light wheel, with black and white intertwining, radiating destructive power.
The next moment, the black and white light wheel rotated, and a terrifying beam of destruction shot towards the battleground where the fire lotus and Yin-Yang Disk clashed.
Originally, the two forces were at a standoff, but with the arrival of a third formidable force, a monstrous explosion ensued.
Boom boom boom!
The waves of destruction persisted for several minutes before gradually fading.
When everyone looked over, they saw an elderly man in white appearing on the other side of the battlefield. The elder exuded a powerful aura, surpassing even Mohe Tian and the Second Elder; it was Futuo Xuan, the Grand Elder of the Futuo Ancient Clan.
"Futuo Xuan, I thought you had gotten lost," the Second Elder mocked coldly, finally pausing in his spiritual energy output.
A saint-class mighty one, getting lost?
Futuo Xuan surveyed the battlefield, frowning slightly. Though he had his reasons, he indeed had no rebuttal to the Mohe Ancient Clan's sarcasm.
"Futuo Xuan, do you want to intervene in this matter?" Temporarily halting his actions, Jiang Yun had no intention of attacking, gazing calmly at Futuo Xuan, his appearance somewhat unexpected.
With Futuo Xuan's arrival, the battle suddenly became unpredictable. Both sides in the battlefield momentarily halted, standing on each side, warily watching the other.
"Jiang Yun, I did not wish to offend you, but if you return our Futuo Ancestor's inheritance—the Eightfold Futuo—I will withdraw and not interfere in this matter," Futuo Xuan demanded, glancing at the dozens of Heavenly Supremes and near-Heavenly Supremes behind Jiang Yun, frowning inwardly. He hadn't expected the Ancient Heaven Palace to develop so rapidly in just a few years.
If they couldn't completely destroy Jiang Yun this time, with the addition of the Northern Red Flame Temple, Jiang Yun's power would exceed that of the Futuo Clan.
Terrifying!
"The Eightfold Futuo is in my hands. I had already asked Elder Xuan to convey this message to the Futuo Clan last time. Do you plan to discuss this here?" Jiang Yun asked calmly, his eyes on Futuo Xuan.
Upon hearing this, Futuo Xuan frowned, his face turning cold. "The Eightfold Futuo is our clan's inherited divine ability. If you don't return it today, I will have to overpower you."
"Boom!"
As Futuo Xuan's deep voice fell, the sky immediately churned, thunder roared, and it was as if a natural disaster had descended. The atmosphere was overwhelming.
An enraged saint-class expert could annihilate the heavens.
The numerous Heavenly Supremes felt the overwhelming pressure and displayed expressions of solemn reverence. A saint-class expert, especially one as advanced as Futuo Xuan, could achieve earth-shattering outcomes.
Beside Jiang Yun, Medusa and the others felt the pressure from Futuo Xuan, their expressions serious. Futuo Xuan was stronger than both Mohe Tian and the Second Elder. If he acted, the battle's impact would be devastating.
Jiang Yun frowned as he felt the approach of the strong wind. Though not his true body, the Nine God Veins' innate divine abilities were unbreakable. His two secondary bodies couldn't fully utilize them, a significant limitation.
Although his secondary bodies' strength remained terrifying, they lacked the invincible aura of his main body.
Suddenly, he seemed to sense something, and his frowned brows relaxed, a faint smile appearing on his lips.
"Hmph."
"The Futuo Clan and Mohe Clan have such grandeur, attacking when I'm not around. Do you think the Ancient Heaven Palace is defenseless?"
At this tense moment, a cold laugh echoed, accompanied by a calm yet icy voice, rippling through the air, easily dissolving Futuo Xuan's overwhelming aura.