Chapter 1339: Battle of the Heavenly Insects

High in the sky.

Shuang Bai, with a solemn expression, formed hand seals and slammed his palm down toward the mountain peak.

In the void, a patch of frost instantly condensed, forming a huge white palm print that landed on the mountain peak.

With a loud boom, the hundred-zhang-tall mountain exploded, shattering into countless snowflake-like white crystalline powder that dissipated amid a shimmer of cold light.

However, after the white crystalline powder settled, the rumbling in the void grew louder and louder. From the massive spatial rift, two jade-green hands, like emeralds, suddenly reached in, grabbed the edges of the rift, and pulled them apart with force.

Rumble...

A terrifying thunderous sound echoed continuously. The spatial rift, like a black curtain, was torn apart by the two jade-green giant hands, transforming into a spatial passage tens of thousands of miles wide.

Then, a huge head with short hair and a face like a vajra poked in, glanced around, and laughed heartily, "So it's here, haha..."

As he spoke, his enormous body suddenly flashed with light and instantly shrank back.

Right after that, a massive cliff slowly emerged from the spatial rift, extending inward.

"Xuanyuan Jie!"

Shuangbai frowned at the sight, his expression growing increasingly grim as he watched the cliff slowly fly in through the spatial passage, gradually revealing its full form.

It was a slender landmass tens of thousands of miles in circumference, densely packed with hundreds of thousands of Heavenly Court cultivators, all armored and armed, exuding a murderous aura.

At the forefront of that landmass, on the cliff, stood a bare-chested man—Xuanyuan Jie.

"Heh, Yiqiu, Shuangbai... I recall there was another one called Qingfeng. Where is he? After skulking in hiding for so many years, you finally couldn't hold back, eh?" Xuanyuan Jie chuckled and shouted loudly.

"Xuanyuan Jie, don't be so arrogant. When our king returns to the position of Dao Ancestor, that will be your end," Yiqiu shouted back with a frown.

"Ridiculous! Even when she was the Dao Ancestor back then, she couldn't do anything to me. Now that she's not yet the Dao Ancestor, what can she do to me? Today, I'll wipe out all you remnants in one fell swoop, as an early gift for the Bodhi Feast." As Xuanyuan Jie spoke, he squinted, examining the orb of light transformed from the Golden Child.

Shuangbai, seeing this, said nothing more. He leaped, shooting like a meteor straight toward the cliff.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo..."

A blue light flared up around his body, and the sound of howling wind immediately grew louder. Countless fine silk threads, invisible to the naked eye, mingled with the wind and snow, thrusting toward the cliff face.

In an instant, a blizzard descended from the sky, directly enveloping that stretch of cliff, with countless silk threads within it speeding straight toward Xuan Yuanjie.

Without any need for Xuan Yuanjie's command, a robust man behind him, clad in silver armor and wielding twin spears, stepped forward from the ranks and actively met the attack.

A silver light flashed in his eyes, and a silver light domain instantly spread out, within which a huge silver light mirror materialized, blocking the front like a shield.

All the blizzard struck the silver light mirror, and a dazzling silver light rippled up, directly reflecting the entire blizzard back, which instead surged overwhelmingly toward Shuangbai.

Seeing Shuangbai's figure engulfed by the blizzard, a flicker of worry passed through Yiqiu's eyes.

The twin-spear warrior, named Yin Wushuang, was a peak Da Luo cultivator under Xuan Yuanjie, cultivating the Silver Law under the Law of Metal element. His realm and combat prowess were both quite remarkable.

But just then, a layer of frost inexplicably appeared on the silver light mirror, and with a crisp "crack," it directly burst apart.

Amid the crystalline powder splashing from the shattered silver mirror, strands of silk crystal threads shot out, condensing into a snow-white crystal spear in the void, thrusting straight at Yin Wushuang's throat.

A flash of surprise crossed the latter's eyes. He raised one of his twin spears horizontally to block, while thrusting the other straight forward.

Behind the snow-white crystal spear, it seemed empty, but the moment Yin Wushuang thrust his spear, a faint unusual sound was heard, and a figure materialized—it was Shuangbai.

A pale blue bloodstain trailed from the corner of his mouth, but his chest had already been pierced through by the silver spear.

"With just this little skill, you dare to..." Yin Wushuang was slightly surprised and couldn't help sneering.

However, before he could finish his words, he saw that at the point where his silver spear had pierced, Shuangbai's body transformed into strands of silk, completely unharmed.

His expression changed, and a silver light flashed on his spear. A layer of metallic luster silver liquid surged out, splashing toward Shuangbai's body.

Wherever it adhered, the silver liquid instantly solidified, locking his body in place.

"Break!"

Shuangbai, however, showed no fear. He formed hand seals and softly chanted.

The next instant, beneath Yin Wushuang's silver armor, countless strands of snow-white crystalline threads suddenly shot out, instantly tearing his body apart into countless fragments.

The frost-white figure regained its freedom, swooping down as frost and snow surged around it. Within the spiritual domain, a towering snow peak of ten thousand zhang materialized and crashed down toward the cliff face.

As the snow peak fell, the snow on its summit collapsed, surging like a thousand charging troops, engulfing Xuan Yuanjie.

Frost-white had always known he was no match for Xuan Yuanjie; all he could do was buy more time for the Golden Boy, delaying Xuan Yuanjie as much as possible.

On the other side, Yin Wushuang, who had just been torn apart, was transforming into a pool of silver liquid, slowly coalescing again.

"Worthless."

Seeing this, another elder in a blue robe behind Xuan Yuanjie couldn't help cursing.

He stepped forward, spreading his sleeves, and a great wind howled as the cuffs opened hundreds of times wider, emitting a powerful tearing force. The snowstorm from the seemingly majestic ten-thousand-zhang mountain was drawn into the sleeves.

In just over ten breaths, the entire peak was pulled into the sleeve's inner world and vanished.

Suddenly, a strange rumbling sound echoed!

On the back of the giant scorpion formation, the golden light sphere trembled with a burst of golden light, and mysterious vortex patterns began to appear on its surface, emitting a terrifying aura that seemed to devour heaven and earth.

Seeing this, Yi Qiu was overjoyed.

On the floating continent that had crossed realms, all the Heavenly Court cultivators felt this terrifying aura and were startled, fear showing on their faces.

"So you've actually reached this step. All troops, hear my command: attack with full force!" Xuan Yuanjie's eyes narrowed as he shouted.

Before his words had even faded, and before the Heavenly Court forces could act, a white light suddenly flashed in the center of the continent.

Frost-white's figure had appeared there silently, at some unknown time. He slammed his hands against the ground, transforming into countless crystalline threads that merged directly into the earth.

In an instant, a layer of frost spread, freezing nearly the entire continent solid.

"Got it..." Yi Qiu rejoiced, clenching his fist.

But that joy lasted less than a breath before a change occurred.

A yellow earthy halo spread across the entire continent, and a powerful fluctuation of earth-attribute law force rippled out from it. Amid the rumbling sounds of "boom boom boom," the rocks and soil on the continent surged like waves, rising and falling one after another.

A flat stretch of land in the center of the continent suddenly rose up, and a huge hand formed of rock grabbed a white-haired man in blue leather armor and rushed into the sky.

"Frostwhite..." Ant Qiu saw this and shouted loudly.

The white-haired man was naturally Frostwhite. Not only was he tightly gripped by the giant rock hand, but he was also bound by dark yellow chains around his body, which contained a rich earth-attribute law force. Though they seemed only as thick as an arm, they were as heavy as mountains, firmly imprisoning him so that he could not move at all.

At the same time, his own law force was suppressed by this strange power and could not be mobilized. The frost that had sealed the continent then disappeared on its own.

"Heavenly Lord Ancestor, an insignificant Ant Qiu is not worth mentioning. Leave the rest to us." A woman in a purple gauze long skirt, standing side by side with Yin Wushuang and the old man in a green robe, glanced at Ant Qiu and said.

"Quick battle, quick decision." Xuan Yuanjie said expressionlessly, his tone indifferent.

"As you command." The three responded simultaneously, leading the army of Heavenly Court cultivators, spreading out like a tide.

Ant Qiu glanced at the mass of demonic clouds in the far distance, her heart filled with anxiety. Xuan Yuanjie had subdued Frostwhite with a single move, while Qingfeng was trapped in the demonic clouds and had not yet returned. Relying on her to activate the Scorpion Extermination Grand Formation, she simply could not hold them off.

"Fight to the death! We'll hold them as long as we can."

Yi Qiu sighed, then suddenly let out a series of shrill sounds from his mouth.

The insects forming the Scorpion Formation roused themselves, emitting a series of piercing cries that rose to the heavens, revealing a battle intent unafraid to fight to the death with the Heavenly Court cultivators.

As for the insect tide still lingering outside the spatial rift, their eyes flashed red, and ignoring the pressure of the outer space, they scrambled to rush in.

The two massive armies clashed head-on, instantly engulfing half the void, igniting a blaze of war in the outer space.

For a moment, flashes of light and thunderous roars shook the void for thousands of miles.

Although the spirit insects had the advantage in numbers, their cultivation levels were far inferior to those of the Heavenly Court cultivators, and they could not withstand the assault.

Yin Wushuang pointed his two silver spears, and two massive beams of silver light pierced through, instantly killing tens of thousands of spirit insects. The old man in the green robe waved his sleeve, and a howling gale swept up, directly absorbing over a hundred thousand spirit insects.

The woman in the purple gauze dress shook her hands, unleashing a sea of purple flames that instantly incinerated hundreds of thousands of spirit insects into ashes.

Leaving behind the Heavenly Court cultivators engaged in skirmishes, the three of them charged ahead to the giant scorpion formation, heading straight for the Golden Boy.