Chapter 2148: Song of the Moon Part 2
Such terrifying power… and it's only the Vein?
Hua Fuchen's gaze remained locked onto the battlefield, his mind racing as he analyzed the overwhelming force Dian Jiuzhi was displaying. The Vein of Great Rage alone had already pushed him into a realm of strength comparable to the Mid-stage Nine Level Divine Extinction Realm, and yet—this was only a fraction of what the true Great Rage Physique was capable of.
His grip on the armrest of his seat tightened imperceptibly. He had never doubted his decision in choosing Meng Jianyuan—Yun Che—as his future son-in-law, but this battle served as a grim reminder.
A reminder that the Abyssal Monarch himself was a being who fully possessed the Great Rage Physique.
Unlike Dian Jiuzhi, whose power came from merely inheriting a vein, the Monarch's entire body and soul were sculpted from the very essence of Great Rage.
What kind of strength does that grant him?
The thought sent a cold shiver down Hua Fuchen's spine.
Throughout the entire history of the Abyss, the Monarch's strength had remained a mystery. Every being in this land acknowledged that he was the strongest existence within the Abyss, yet… not a single soul had ever truly measured his power.
Even the seven True Gods of the Divine Kingdoms, unmatched rulers in their own domains, dared not challenge the Ancient True Gods of the Pure Land.
And the Abyssal Monarch was on even higher level!
Just how deep does his strength truly run?
Nearby, Hua Qingying sighed and shook her head.
"Although his Vein of Great Rage granted him immense combat strength, there was still a limit to how long he could sustain it. Even so, it should be enough for him to finish the fight. I'm afraid that his request will ultimately be fulfilled."
Her words were light, yet within them carried a weight that caused silent tension to spread among those nearby.
She had spoken softly, but with their cultivation levels, everyone present had heard her clearly—and they all understood exactly what she meant.
The Monarch's decree had already been issued. The request had already been granted.
And it had even been approved by the Lightless Divine Regent.
What could they do now?
Even if they opposed it, even if they resented it, there was nothing they could change.
All they could do—was watch.
"Qingyue..."
Yun Che clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his palms, drawing faint traces of blood. His entire body was rigid, his heart a storm of fury and helplessness. His instincts screamed at him to tear through the battlefield, to intervene, to stop this madness—yet, he knew that he could not.
He was not afraid of Dian Jiuzhi. If he entered his God Ash state, he could summon a strength that rivaled the Divine Limited Realm. But this wasn't just about a battle.
If Dian Jiuzhi won, it meant that Xia Qingyue—Shen Wuyi—would be forced into becoming his fiancée.
Who in their right mind could stand by and watch their own wife be taken away?!
But no matter how much rage boiled within him, no matter how much he wanted to tear Jiuzhi apart limb from limb—he was powerless at this moment. He already exposed many of his secrets and he cannot afford to do it anymore so without raising suspicions!
Above the battlefield, Dian Jiuzhi smiled, his tone still carrying the air of a benevolent conqueror.
"Fairy Wuyi, I admire your strength and determination, but you will not be able to defeat me. Please, surrender now before you suffer any further injury."
A gentleman's courtesy. A thin veneer of civility that barely masked his overwhelming arrogance.
Yet, as expected, Shen Wuyi did not respond.
Her eyes remained cold, her stance unwavering.
Dian Jiuzhi's expression darkened slightly. "So be it."
Then—BOOOOM!
His golden aura erupted once more, a force so powerful that it cleared the entire battlefield of dust and debris in an instant.
Yun Che's heart clenched.
The Vein of Great Rage was no ordinary vein. It was a fragment of the very thing that had once made the Abyssal Monarch an unparalleled being. Even in Dian Jiuzhi's incomplete form, it granted him power far beyond his cultivation level.
The golden radiance surged like a divine storm, illuminating the battlefield, drowning everything beneath its might.
Against it, Shen Wuyi's flame seemed like a single drop of water beneath an endless downpour.
The overwhelming golden light of Dian Jiuzhi's power bored down upon Shen Wuyi like a celestial decree, a force so suffocating that the very air felt heavy in her lungs. Yet, her gaze remained as cold and resolute as ever.
Rather than retreating, she raised her hand, and in that instant—
A sword manifested in her grip.
The moment its ethereal, crescent-like blade gleamed into existence, a noticeable reaction rippled through the Moon and Star Divine Kingdom's ranks.
"What...?"
Several elders furrowed their brows, sensing something eerily familiar about the weapon.
But no one's reaction was as intense as the Moon Divine Regent.
"!!!!!!!" His eyes widened, an unmistakable flicker of recognition flashing through them.
"That sword... Why does its aura feel almost identical to our ancestor's sacred weapon?!"
Turning sharply, he glanced toward the Star Divine Regent, only to find his counterpart already looking at him.
Their gazes locked—yet neither had an answer.
Only mutual confusion.
On the battlefield, Shen Wuyi's grip tightened around the hilt.
She had never known this weapon's name. It was nameless to her, just as she was nameless before Eternal Night found her.
But when she wielded it, it felt… right.
It was the only thing she had when she was discovered, the only remnant of her past.
And yet—every time she summoned it, every time she infused it with her power, there was something else.
A whisper in the depths of her soul.
A feeling.
Sadness.
A sorrow so profound, so distant, yet so intimately bound to the blade that it felt almost alive.
As if the sword itself… grieved.
As if it was trying to tell her something.
As if it did not wish to be wielded in such a way—yet allowed it nonetheless.
Shen Wuyi's fingers curled around the hilt, her grip steady.
"You are my only past."
Her voice was silent, spoken only within her mind.
"Whether you wish to follow me or not… I have no choice but to wield you."
The moment that thought passed, a soft yet imperceptible resonance echoed within the blade, as if it had acknowledged her determination.
And then—her crimson flames erupted once more.
The Golden Crow, Phoenix, and Vermillion Bird—each one a divine beast of flame, yet their fires burned with vastly different natures. Though all carried the power of destruction and purification, the essence of their flames was as distinct as the celestial creatures themselves.
The Golden Crow Flame was the embodiment of unrestrained ferocity, a fire that burned with violent chaos, consuming all in its path with an insatiable hunger. It was raw, destructive, and utterly merciless, igniting not just the body but the very essence of anything it touched.
The Phoenix Flame, in contrast, was a fire of balance and resilience. Though it did not match the sheer destruction of the Golden Crow's flames, it was still a force to be feared. Both destructive and restorative, it carried the power of rebirth, allowing those who wielded it to endure and rise again from even the brink of death.
And then, there was the Vermillion Bird Flame. Unlike the other two, this fire was not solely a force of destruction, but one of judgment and purification. It carried within it the Flame of Redemption, a divine power that burned away evil and restored order to the world. Unlike the Phoenix and Golden Crow flames, which incinerated indiscriminately, the Vermillion Bird Flame did not harm those whose hearts remained pure.
To those with kindness and virtue, it was a gentle warmth. But to those whose souls were tainted with malice, it was an inescapable inferno, reducing them to nothingness.
It did not merely destroy.
It judged.
"SCREEECHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
The air trembled as a phantom Vermillion Bird manifested behind Shen Wuyi, its massive wings stretching across the battlefield like a divine omen. The flames that enveloped her body roared to life, burning with an intensity that seemed to reject the very existence of darkness.
Yet, within the hallowed hum of the sword in her grip, there was something else—sorrow. It was as if the blade itself mourned the way it was being wielded, whispering a lament of something long lost. But regardless of its silent protest, the Vermillion Bird's flame surged through the weapon, coating it in an inferno of gold and crimson that twisted through space itself.
With a flick of her wrist, she slashed forward, and the blinding arc of divine fire tore through the air, distorting reality as it rushed toward Dian Jiuzhi with terrifying momentum.
Yet, Dian Jiuzhi merely sneered.
"Petty tricks mean nothing before absolute power!"
His golden aura flared, warping the space around him as he extended a single hand. With a casual grasping motion, an ethereal golden hand materialized in the air, mirroring his movement. This phantom-like construct, formed from the very power of his Vein of the Great Rage, exuded an oppressive presence—unyielding, indomitable.
BOOOMMMMM!!!
The Vermillion Bird's flames slammed into the golden hand with a deafening explosion, but rather than breaking through, the flames were smothered, vanishing into nothingness as the golden force crushed them into oblivion.
Gasps erupted from the audience.
"She—she couldn't even break through his defenses!"
"The difference in power is too vast… even her flames are useless against him!"
But before the lingering embers had even faded, a sudden gust of wind howled through the battlefield.
Dian Jiuzhi's eyes sharpened, his instincts flaring with alarm.
—She's gone!
In that instant, a golden streak flashed through the air. Shen Wuyi had disappeared from her original position! The Vermillion Bird's phantom wings had burst into a flurry of radiant flames, propelling her forward with an acceleration so extreme that the space behind her warped in the wake of her movement.
She reappeared behind him in the blink of an eye—her sword already descending!
"Tch—!"
Before he could fully react, the flaming blade crashed down upon him.
BOOOOOOM!!!!
The moment the sword connected, a shock wave erupted, sending Dian Jiuzhi flying backward like a comet! His body hurtled across the battlefield, skidding across the stone with enough force to carve deep trenches into the ground.
Blood churned in his body, his veins throbbing from the unexpected impact. He was sent flying!
"BOOMMM!!!"
And with a violent explosion of golden aura, his form came to a sudden, jarring halt in midair. His feet slammed against the ground, stopping his momentum entirely, and he slowly rose to his full height, wiping the blood from the corner of his lips.
Then, he grinned—but it was a twisted, unnatural smile.
His body shook, and for a brief moment, it seemed as if he was fighting something deep within himself.
"You actually hurt me a little…"
His voice was low, almost a whisper.
Then, with a sudden jerk of his head, his expression contorted into something wild, something unhinged.
"GOOD… GOOD… GOOD!!"
His voice boomed like a beast on the verge of losing control.
His golden aura flared violently, his entire presence turning more chaotic by the second.
"What's wrong with Jiuzhi?"
Yun Che's brows furrowed in alarm.
That single strike had barely drawn blood. It wasn't a fatal blow, nor did it cause serious damage.
And yet, Dian Jiuzhi's reaction—his eyes, his expression, the sheer ferocity in his aura—it was too extreme.
It was as if…
He wanted to kill Xia Qingyue at all costs.
Why?
"The Vein of Great Rage, Yuan'er."
Meng Kongchan's voice was calm, but there was a depth of understanding in it.
"This vein grants him overwhelming strength, but just as its name implies, the longer he uses it…"
Meng Kongchan's gaze sharpened as he watched Dian Jiuzhi's erratic movements.
"The more it controls him."
Rage clouds reason.
The longer this fight drags on, the more violent and unreasoning Dian Jiuzhi will become.
!!!!!!!!
A chill ran down Yun Che's spine.
So that was it.
Dian Jiuzhi had been in control up until now. He had wielded his power with arrogance, cruelty—but still with restraint.
But Shen Wuyi had landed a clean strike.
And now, the Vein of Great Rage was responding.
Dian Jiuzhi rolled his shoulders, the veins on his arms bulging with raw, surging energy. His golden aura flared outward, more ferocious than ever, swallowing the battlefield in an oppressive radiance that made the sky tremble.
"Then allow me…" he murmured, his voice brimming with dark amusement.
"…to return the favor."
And with that, he vanished.
His golden afterimage remained for only a fraction of a second before it dissolved into nothingness—because he had already reappeared right in front of Shen Wuyi.
"BOOOOM!!!"
His fist, glowing with the full power of his Vein of the Great Rage, came crashing down.
"Boundless King Destructive Fist!"
Dian Jiuzhi's voice exploded like thunder across the battlefield, his entire body pulsating with an overwhelming golden radiance. His veins surged with divine power, the Vein of Great Rage fully ignited, enhancing his strength to an unfathomable degree.
As his fist hurtled forward, the sheer force of it distorted the air, warping the space around it. The very sky seemed to tremble, as if bowing to the strength behind his strike. His strength reaches that of Mid-Stage Level Nine Divine Extinction!
Shen Wuyi barely had a moment to react. The world around her blurred, the pressure from his attack pressing against her skin like a thousand blades. Even before the fist landed, she felt its force crushing down on her bones.
"BOOOMMMM!!!"
His golden fist slammed into her with full force, obliterating her protective aura in an instant. A sickening crack echoed through the arena.
The sound of bones breaking.
Shen Wuyi's body was sent flying like a broken kite, a trail of blood spraying from her lips as she shot backward. The impact was so violent that her form blurred across the battlefield, barely visible to the naked eye.
The instant her body crashed into the ground, an earth-shattering explosion erupted.
"BOOOOOMMMM!!!"
A massive crater formed at the point of impact, the ground beneath her splintering apart, sending jagged debris and dust soaring into the air. The force of the collision sent shockwaves across the battlefield, rippling outward like an unstoppable tide.
For a moment, there was only silence.
Then—
"WUYI!!!"
The cry of alarm from the Eternal Night Divine Kingdom's seating area shattered the stillness.
Elders, and even high-ranking figures rose to their feet, their faces twisting in horror as they stared at the devastated battlefield.
All participants from Eternal Night gasped in shock, their hands clenching tightly as worry filled their eyes.
"H-Her bones… she…" One elder stammered, his voice hoarse with disbelief.
"That attack… was too much," another murmured.
They all knew just how powerful Dian Jiuzhi's attack was. His Boundless King Destructive Fist was not simply an ordinary technique—it was a culmination of the Boundless Divine Kingdom's supreme arts, a technique designed to shatter mountains and annihilate battlefields.
And Shen Wuyi…
She had taken it directly to the chest.
Seated in the Boundless Divine Kingdom's section, Dian Rahu, the Boundless Divine Regent, watched the battlefield with an unreadable expression.
Beside him, several of his Kingdom's elders exchanged quiet looks.
"… He really didn't have to go that far," one of them sighed.
Dian Rahu nodded slightly, his expression unreadable.
But deep inside, a flicker of unease settled in his heart.
Even he had not expected his son to lose control of the vein's power this quickly.
Dian Jiuzhi had trained for years to master the Vein of Great Rage, to walk the thin line between power and madness.
Yet now, before everyone's eyes, he was succumbing.
He should have known.
The power of the Vein of Great Rage was an unforgiving force.
It granted its wielder unmatched strength—
But at a price.
The longer one used it…
The more it consumed them.
His son had become stronger, that much was undeniable.
But had he truly forgotten?
This wasn't a battle to kill Shen Wuyi.
This was a battle to win her as his fiancée.
If he lost himself to the Vein's influence…
Then there would be no victory.
Only destruction.
At the Dreamweaver Divine Kingdom's seating area, Yun Che's entire body stiffened.
His fingers dug into his palm, his nails piercing his skin.
His breath became ragged, his chest tight with a rage that threatened to explode.
It took every ounce of his willpower not to storm the battlefield.
Although he had already known the immense power that Dian Jiuzhi possessed, witnessing it firsthand was entirely different.
The force of the attack, the devastation it had wrought—it was terrifying.
And the worst part?
Shen Wuyi was his Qingyue. She is his wife.
He might not have known why she was now Shen Wuyi, but that didn't matter.
The very thought of her being forced into engagement with Dian Jiuzhi, a man who saw her as nothing more than a trophy, was enough to make Yun Che's blood boil.
But even with all his anger, he knew he couldn't interfere.
Seated high above, the Abyssal Monarch watched the battlefield in silence, his expression unreadable as the scene unfolded before him.
His fingers tapped lightly against the armrest of his throne, each measured beat a quiet rhythm of contemplation.
At his side, the High Priests remained composed, their divine senses locked onto the battle. However, they narrowed their eyes slightly.
In the arena ground, Shen Wuyi, once poised and graceful, was now battered and bloodied. Her once-pristine robes were torn and soaked in crimson, her breathing ragged. She almost lost consciousness from that attack!
In just a few short exchanges, Shen Wuyi was already down!
On the other side Dian Jiuzhi stood tall, his golden aura still blazing, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. His vicious smile of victory was barely contained, as though he had already claimed his prize.