Chapter 982 - 342: Master of Radiant Black

After speaking those words, his hands reached out from the black mist, gently pressing onto the bronze long table.

In an instant, endless black mist surged from behind him,

and occupied the other nine seats around the bronze long table.

More black mist swept towards Han Zhan and others, accompanied by the indifferent voice hidden within the mist:

"My name, Master of Radiant Black."

The first to be targeted was the Yellow Emperor, who had initially made the first move.

Seeing the black mist enveloping him, the golden longsword in the Yellow Emperor’s hand instantly surged with power, mercilessly releasing sword qi.

The magnificent sword light soared into the sky, the paths of strength, skill, and sword united as one, seemingly able to cut through everything.

But in the next second, it vanished without a trace, like a mud cow plunging into the sea, silent and gone.

"It’s not the Void Chaos Dao."

The Yellow Emperor’s expression remained unchanged, speaking heavily to share his assessment immediately with the other Human Race Saints.

"This is annihilation, the Silent Extinction Dao."

"As soon as a dao touches it, it instantly collapses, unable to cause any damage."

"You must be careful!"

As the Yellow Emperor’s words faded, he tried swinging several more swords consecutively.

Every sword was with full effort,

but none could make any progress.

The black mist, like terrifying ghost claws, was already close to the Yellow Emperor’s body.

At the moment of contact,

the Yellow Emperor’s mind became blank, as if he witnessed the destruction, collapse, and lifelessness of cosmic eras.

His dao followed along, destroyed, collapsed, dead.

He forgot how to resist and completely lost the ability to fight back.

Even a Creator God, faced with the annihilation of the cosmos, was rendered powerless.

"Heaven and Earth Profound Skill, sixty-four transformations into trigrams."

A low shout echoed,

Fu Xi Saint’s feet shone brightly, the Sixty-four Trigrams rotated forward and backward, countless changes emerged within.

Upon seeing the Yellow Emperor’s predicament, knowing that he could not handle the black mist containing the Silent Extinction Dao, he chose a more prudent approach.

Through the Sixty-four Trigrams Profound Array, he disturbed the direction of their spread without directly touching the black mist.

Encompassed within the grand array, the black mist surrounding the Yellow Emperor was displaced, waking him from the cosmic annihilation state.

"Are you okay?"

At the side, Shennong Saint raised his hand, infusing the Qi of Life into the Yellow Emperor’s body, only to find it seemed like an unfillable abyss.

"Don’t waste your energy."

The Yellow Emperor shook his head, stopping Shennong, his face pale, his tone weakened said:

"My dao has been permanently eroded halfway by annihilation."

"To recover, I must re-perceive everything and walk the same path again."

For the Yellow Emperor, this was not difficult.

However, with the path being devoured by annihilation, his realm would fall greatly, unable to recover for a long time.

"Fu Xi, be careful!"

On another side, the Sixty-four Trigrams Profound Array started being eroded by the black mist.

Nuwa saw this and raised her hand to emit a ray of creation light.

Creation signifies life, while annihilation signifies death.

The Qi of Life belonging to creation slightly neutralized the aura of extinction, but it was merely a drop in the bucket.

The foundation for a Creator God is the dao, if it’s destroyed, it’s akin to being rendered useless.

This annihilation qi-like black mist must not be touched, forcing the remaining four saints of the Human Race into retreat.

However, despite the vastness of the cosmos, with the River of Eternal Darkness in the distance, and annihilation black mist near, there was nowhere to escape.

At this moment, behind the first seat of the bronze long table, a figure forcefully broke in!

It was none other than Han Zhan, who had disappeared while the saints were distracted in front.

In the instant he drew near, the dense annihilation black mist overwhelmed him.

But unlike the Yellow Emperor, he did not succumb to the cosmic annihilation visions.

He even let out a faint chuckle.

"Cosmic annihilation? I’ve witnessed this scene a thousand times already, nothing to be shocked about."

Indeed.

Han Zhan had entered the River of Eternal Darkness, nearly losing himself to the cycle of cause and effect. During this, he witnessed extinction and rebirth countless times, becoming desensitized.

The black mist representing lifelessness tried to annihilate Han Zhan’s dao like an Extinction Saint Dao.

Yet it still failed.

Because Han Zhan’s Creation Dao, a fusion of Eight Great Paths, far exceeded typical daos.

Moreover, his dao named "Creation" had a natural counter effect against the Silent Extinction Dao which represented "destruction".

Han Zhan actually endured the black mist and entered the bronze long table.

With a clenched fist, he struck forward.

In the next second,

The Master of Radiant Black sitting in the first seat of the bronze long table, facing away, in the blink of an eye switched position facing him.

Han Zhan’s strike was already unleashed.

The Master of Radiant Black reached out from the mist with a palm, colliding with Han Zhan’s fist.

Do not underestimate this plain punch from Han Zhan.

As a Creator God, with a divine body forged in dao, eight divine weapons, eight types of paths, under all sorts of enhancements, to say that this fist’s power was enough to destroy heaven and earth was merely the most objective description.

However, Han Zhan’s experience was vastly different.

His fist, upon impact with the opponent’s palm, felt as if it had collided against the wall of primordial chaos of newly opened heavens and earth.

Sturdy, thick, immovable!

The stationary palm slowly pushed outward, even as Han Zhan gathered his strength with the Eight Great Paths, it still felt slightly lacking.

He was forcibly pushed out of the black mist!

"Not enough yet."

"Your strength is still insufficient to challenge me."

While saying this, Han Zhan vaguely saw the blurred silhouette of the Master of Radiant Black within the mist.

Sitting atop the first seat of the bronze long table, his posture relaxed, as if seated at the world’s end, the cosmos’s sole entity.

Watching Han Zhan retreating backward, he raised his hand once more, lightly tapping forward with his fingertip.

A pitch-black circular mirror formed at his fingertip.

One, two, three...

A total of nine circular mirrors were instantly cast, from a distance appearing like a black pillar of light.

Han Zhan sensed a terrifying aura.

Immediately raising his hand, eight Ancient Divine Soldiers appeared sequentially before him, emitting light.

As the first mirror clashed with the Ancient Divine Soldiers, it promptly transformed into a shackle, integrating the Xuanyuan Sword within the mirror, sealing it inside!

Then came the Shennong Cauldron, Fu Xi Zither, Nuwa Stone...

Each black mirror sealed an Ancient Divine Weapon and a path.

Finally, the last black mirror struck Han Zhan’s divine body.

It was only at this point Han Zhan understood what the Master of Radiant Black meant by "not enough".

Just one more Ancient Divine Weapon short.

If he could contract one more divine weapon, his strength would double and advance further.

These nine seals would then have no effect on him.

Just one short!

But the legendary Donghuang Bell and Pangu Axe were nowhere to be seen.

The gap of one divine weapon was like an insurmountable chasm.

It seemed victory was determined.

Suddenly, in the previously lifeless Star Sea, a towering massive tree shot up to the sky, radiating dazzling light.

At the moment it appeared,

vaguely, a bell sound resonated throughout the universe!