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Chapter 865: Chaos Golden Body, Indestructible and Undying

…The gates of Tushita Palace swung wide open.

*Thump—! Thump—!*

Two steps out, and heaven and earth trembled.

The distance from Tushita Palace to the South Heaven Gate was covered in the blink of an eye.

Chen Huaian narrowed his eyes, gazing at the colossal entity that stood between heaven and earth before him. The clouds of the Nine Heavens seemed almost parted by its sheer presence.

"Is this Taishang Laojun's true form?!"

He looked at that Sage.

He felt only mockery.

What walked out was not an immortal, but a god.

He was ten thousand *zhang* tall, his hair like the Silver River, his beard like ancient pines.

The left side of his face was amiable, the right side somber, the corners of his mouth twisted in a lopsided grimace, somewhere between weeping and laughing.

Yet no matter how many emotions that ancient face contained, it remained shrouded in a grey mist, making his features appear all the more ferocious.

What he held in his hand was not a whisk, but a flat crutch that seemed capable of crushing all the heavens.

"Wretched fiend."

Laojun spoke.

His voice held no inflection, yet it shattered the myriad floating peaks suspended beyond the South Heaven Gate.

"You killed my Law Manifestation, destroyed my treasure furnace."

"Your bones are indeed much harder than that monkey's from back then."

Chen Huaian stood amidst the ruins, looking up at the Law Manifestation that blotted out the sky.

He was as insignificant as a grain of sand.

But he smiled.

The corners of his mouth pulled back, revealing white, gleaming teeth. Within those golden-red eyes danced a madness that even a Sage would find piercing.

"Hard or not…"

Chen Huaian stomped down, the ground shattered, and his figure transformed into a stream of golden-red light, shooting straight into the firmament.

"Why don't you… try knocking on them!!!"

*Boom!*

Fist out.

Behind Chen Huaian, the phantoms of the Ancestral Dragon and the Heavenly Demon manifested. The Ancestral Dragon coiled its body, the Heavenly Demon roared in fury.

So what if his opponent was a Sage?

He'd still fight!

This fist, wrapped in wind and thunder, shot straight for the face of Taishang Laojun's Law Manifestation.

Laojun was indifferent. He raised that sky-shrouding giant palm and pressed down.

The imposing might of heaven and earth coalesced within this single palm. It seemed utterly ordinary, yet it felt like Mount Tai crushing down.

*BANG—!!!*

Fist and palm collided.

The sea of clouds in the Nine Heavens instantly disintegrated, revealing the pitch-black void beneath.

Chen Huaian's figure plummeted like a meteor, piercing through the cloud layers, and smashed violently into the earth.

The ground shattered. Within that bottomless crater.

*Pfft.*

Blood gushed forth.

His right arm was pulverized, his sternum caved in, half his body turned into a pulpy mess.

Such was the might of a Sage.

Just one exchange had left him grievously wounded.

But…

"Is that all?"

Laojun snorted coldly, about to withdraw his hand.

Then he saw, within the deep pit, that pulpy, flesh-like mess of blood and meat, wrapped in Chaos Qi, begin to writhe madly.

*Crack, crack, crack.*

Bones grew, flesh regenerated.

Three breaths.

Chen Huaian staggered to his feet.

Apart from his pale face, his body was perfectly intact.

"Heh heh heh…" Chen Huaian mechanically twisted his newly reconnected neck, raised his head, and his eyes coldly stared upward at the Nine Heavens above. "Old man, I have to thank you for that Eight Trigrams Furnace of yours. It refined a fine body for This Venerable One. Your Eight Trigrams Furnace and Six Ding Divine Fire were truly… *too nourishing*!"

Poking the sore spot.

What Taishang Laojun hated most was the destruction of his Eight Trigrams Furnace.

Hearing Chen Huaian's words now, his face darkened further.

"Seeking death! A mere demonic body, and you're getting cocky?!"

The flat crutch in his hand rose, Great Dao runes flowing across it.

"Since your flesh is indestructible, then I shall sever your Divine Soul."

*Hum—*

A vertical pupil split open on Laojun's brow.

The gaze from that vertical pupil fell coldly upon Chen Huaian. An intangible rule transformed into a sharp sword, ignoring the physical body, and slashed straight into the Sea of Consciousness.

The Great Dao destroys souls.

Chen Huaian only felt a chill in his Sea of Consciousness.

A blade's edge was already resting upon his Divine Soul.

"Scram!"

Chen Huaian roared.

From the depths of his Divine Soul, that Heart Sword, tempered countless times, abruptly unsheathed itself.

*Clang—!*

Within the Sea of Consciousness, Sword Qi crisscrossed.

The sword blade formed from the Sage's will actually chipped against this Heart Sword, then shattered.

Laojun grunted, a drop of crimson blood dripping from the vertical eye on his brow.

He had failed to sever this ant's soul.

Instead, he had been bitten.

"Good, good, good! To think a mere ant like you has already attained a transcendent, sage-like comprehension of the Sword Dao!"

"Interesting! Too interesting! *Jie jie jie*!"

Laojun laughed in extreme anger, his laughter shaking the roof tiles of Lingxiao Hall into a flurry.

"Can't be killed? Can't be destroyed?"

"Then this old man shall see how many moves you can withstand!"

*Boom!*

The flat crudge fell like rain.

With each strike, the imposing pressure of the entire heaven and earth sank further.

The crudge, wrapped in wind and thunder, stabbed, causing the Nine Heavens to tremble, causing space to shatter.

Chen Huaian was like a piece of stubborn iron on an anvil, smashed flat again and again, flesh and blood flying everywhere, only to reform within the Chaos each time.

The pain became numbness.

But the fire in his eyes burned brighter and brighter.

"Cough, cough… Is that all you've got?"

Chen Huaian climbed out of the pool of blood once more, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He had seen it.

This old thing couldn't kill him for the time being.

Since he couldn't be killed…

Chen Huaian suddenly turned his head.

Those golden-red eyes, passing over Taishang Laojun, looked towards the distant clouds above, at that group of celestial immortals and buddhas watching the show from their lofty heights.

In that moment.

The hearts of the immortals he locked onto with his gaze stopped.

A tremor of being targeted by a natural predator.

"*Jie jie*! Old thing, if you can't kill This Venerable One, then This Venerable One…"

Chen Huaian licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, the sword in his hand humming and trembling.

"...is going to kill these myriad celestial gods!"

*Swoosh—!*

His figure twisted, and in almost an instant, he stood amidst the ranks of those immortals, behind one particular immortal.

It was one of the Star Deities.

Sensing the terrifying aura behind him, the Star Deity's face paled, his lips trembling as he slowly turned his head.

However, before he could fully turn around.

*Slap—!*

A hand had already pressed against the back of his head from behind.

"You lackeys, you're better off dead than alive!"

Behind the Star Deity, Chen Huaian's entire body was enveloped in Chaos Qi, only a pair of brilliant golden-red eyes visible. The arm pressing against the immortal's head had threads of Great Dao runes flowing within the skin, like twisting golden characters.

The corner of his mouth hooked into a deranged smile. "And once you're dead… you might as well become This Venerable One's food!"

*Hum—!*

Chaos Qi surged down.

The Star Deity didn't even have time to react before being swallowed by a mass of Chaos.

In less than two breaths, the Chaos Qi all returned to Chen Huaian's body.

The aura emanating from him was noticeably stronger than before.

Having devoured so many immortals, the Heavenly Demon Art had long been pushed to a terrifying realm.

Chen Huaian couldn't even put a name to that realm.

But it didn't matter. As long as he could kill these lackeys.

Anything would do!

With the death of the Star Deity, chaos erupted.

"Not good!!"

"Run! That madman is coming this way!!"

The host of immortals who had just been cheering for Laojun instantly fell into disarray.

But they were fast.

Chen Huaian was faster.

"Second."

Chen Huaian appeared behind a Great Strength Ghost King holding a golden mace.

A flash of sword light.

The Ghost King, along with his golden mace, was cleanly sliced in two.

"Third."

The sword blade swept horizontally.

Three Heavenly Generals who tried to join forces to block had their protective divine light shattered, their heads flying skyward.

Slaughter.

Chen Huaan no longer used sword moves, just the simplest chops, hacks, and thrusts.

With each sword that fell, an immortal perished.

With each sword that fell, blood splattered.