I Really Am A Villain - Ch. 1813 - Sun-Moon, Heavenly Palace

As the Dharma Seal descended, heaven and earth were shrouded by a blazing sun and a dark moon.

With a thunderous boom, the sun and moon merged. The momentum surpassed everything else, and boundless power surged endlessly.

The world trembled and collapsed as sun and moon pressed down together.

Everyone unleashed their full strength, yet the Earth-Heart Mother-Thunder Peach Tree remained astonishingly calm.

Strands of lightning began to gather along its trunk. Crackling sounds rang out incessantly.

Amid annihilation, the lightning gave birth to new power, forming a transparent barrier.

This was a lightning shield, capable of both offense and defense.

It was clear that the peach tree bore no hostility toward the crowd. Its intent was more to make them retreat in the face of difficulty. If it truly wished to attack, it would not have resorted to such restrained methods.

Demon Peak’s charge struck the shield first. The barrier merely rippled, without the slightest sign of collapse.

Next came the Golden Crow, wrapped in blazing Golden Crow flames. Its talons were engulfed in fire, as if they could tear apart everything. Under its grasp, the sky itself seemed as fragile as paper.

Yet even such a fearsome strike failed to shake the shield. Instead, the backlash sent Zhao Jinwu flying backward.

On the other side, Saintess Qing and Shen Hongrong exchanged a glance and prepared to strike together.

The Heavenly Luan Void Seal was one of the divine arts capable of imprisoning space itself.

A cry of a heavenly luan seemed to echo across the firmament. An intangible phantom of the luan flashed by, and the entire sky was suppressed.

Immediately after, the witchcraft formed by the Rage of the Heavenly Demon King manifested as swarms of Witch Crows rushing forward.

From up close, it was countless small Witch Crows packed densely together. But from afar, it became clear that they formed a massive divine crow.

This divine crow was created by the aggregation of countless Witch Crows. Its presence was overwhelming, its momentum soaring like a rainbow.

Its gloomy eyes seemed to possess the power to steal souls. A pair of colossal wings blotted out the sky as they beat.

From the divine crow’s beak, a purple torrent surged forth.

Thunderous roars echoed as that torrent carried death, evil, corrosion, and countless other forces combined.

When the power struck, the lightning shield began to explode continuously. Bolt after bolt of lightning was ground away.

“It’s working,” the crowd’s eyes lit up, joy rising before it could fully take shape.

Then came another boom.

As if insulted, the lightning shield condensed a bolt into the shape of a Thunder God’s Hammer.

With a single strike, the heavens collapsed.

Although the divine crow struggled desperately to evade, one of its wings was still shattered. The pain drove it mad, and with a furious scream, it charged toward the lightning shield in a suicidal assault.

The Thunder God’s Hammer struck again.

This blow violently shattered Saintess Qing’s spatial seal.

The hammer collided head-on with the divine crow.

The entire void froze for an instant.

“Now,” Shen Hongrong shouted.

Zhao Qiuyi’s Absolute Zero descended. Winter arrived, and everything in the world returned to wind and snow.

The frost spread outward, enveloping the entire peach tree. In an instant, the lightning shield was covered by vast white snow, which rapidly froze into ice.

“It worked,” the crowd cried out in delight.

Cracks appeared in the frozen shell as the lightning shield finally failed to hold.

At last, it shattered.

“The rest is up to you,” everyone turned to look at Wang Qianjun.

With the combined strength of all of them, they had only managed to break the outer shield of the peach tree.

That alone was already shocking.

But their internal power was nearly exhausted. They still needed strength to compete for the peaches, so they could not afford to drain themselves completely.

Wang Qianjun said nothing.

He faced the peach tree directly, with the sun and moon hovering above his head.

“As long as heaven and earth still have light, the great sun rises thirty thousand miles from the east.”

Wang Qianjun stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze solemn. His golden robe rippled.

In an instant, the sun and moon behind him spun. The sky turned fiery red.

Countless cracks spread across the heavens. From those fissures, fireballs like meteors rained down. A rough glance suggested there were at least a thousand.

Naturally, the peach tree countered.

Its massive trunk shuddered as lightning surged violently, weaving together into a vast net of thunder.

The lightning net was airtight, enveloping every fireball and silently devouring them.

Wang Qianjun’s eyes sharpened.

He swept his right hand again.

“When heaven and earth fall into darkness, the bright moon becomes the heavenly palace.”

For a brief moment, the world dimmed.

Though the darkness lasted only an instant, any divine art capable of stirring such phenomena was terrifyingly powerful.

The surrounding disciples were stunned.

“The Sun and Moon Scripture. This is the Sun-Moon Lineage’s supreme art. I heard it’s extremely difficult to master.”

“Did Wang Qianjun really succeed?”

“More than succeed. The Sun and Moon Scripture has reached great completion. No wonder the Saint Son position belongs to him.”

The crowd marveled, their eyes fixed on the peach tree.

After the brief darkness, a palace appeared in the sky.

The palace was incomparably grand, adorned with auspicious clouds and flowing radiance. Qilin guarded its gates, and a bright moon hung above it.

The palace had no name, yet it exuded an air of aloof purity.

As it descended, it felt as though nothing in the world could stop it.

“Heavenly Palace. That’s the Heavenly Palace,” someone shouted.

“Does such a thing truly exist in this world?”

“They say the senior who created the Sun and Moon Scripture once truly saw the Heavenly Palace.”

“One day, a palace flew across the sky from one horizon to the other. That senior saw it only once, yet never forgot it, lingering on it ever after.”

“And in the end, he created the Heavenly Palace Moon Seal.”

The Heavenly Palace descended, attempting to forcibly suppress the peach tree.

“Can it work?” someone murmured.

The massive Heavenly Palace carried an overwhelming pressure. It continued to shift and change, and many people felt crushed just by sensing it.

The peach tree seemed to feel it as well. Lightning gathered wildly around it, bolts striking again and again at the Heavenly Palace.

Yet the palace stood firm and unmoving.

No matter how violently the lightning raged, it could not shake it in the slightest.

Just as the Heavenly Palace was about to fall, a hazy purple light suddenly burst forth from the peach tree.

Its branches began to grow madly, transforming in an instant into a colossal tree.

Countless branches surged upward, forcibly lifting the Heavenly Palace and holding it aloft.

“How is this possible?” Wang Qianjun’s face darkened.

“The Heavenly Palace can suppress all power in the world. How can a mere peach tree block it?”

Shen Hongrong shook her head and sighed. “Only the true Heavenly Palace can suppress everything. What’s formed through cultivation is ultimately an illusion.”

Crack, crack.

The branches held up the Heavenly Palace, but the strain was immense.

Then the branches surged forward, hurling the Heavenly Palace straight back toward the crowd.