Chapter 952 - 888: Mastering the Celestial River

The old Taoist and Artifact Spirit just entered the range of a few miles from the stone platform when they were startled by the scene before them.

Is this a tribulation venue for tens of thousands?

Especially the old Taoist, who prided himself on living so many years, had never seen such a spectacular tribulation thunder scene before.

"This guy really stirred things up to death."

No need to say more, with this kind of chaos, regardless of whether the Celestial River comes down, the investment of the Yama Hall has already yielded profits.

The Celestial Dao Sect has suffered more than just a loss of vitality; its foundation has been uprooted.

Thousands of tribulation thunders continuously fell, striking these Dao-walking cultivators who cried out in anguish.

On the stone platform, the tribulation thunder flashed even more intensely, amidst the white lightning, four figures continuously intertwined, with one being repeatedly defeated.

Naturally, it was Han Yu who was continually retreating; no breakthrough could allow him to fight three alone.

Perhaps fighting two at once was still manageable, as Di Liuxin and Jiang Xinyuan posed less threat to him, but Shang Wanfeng was different.

This guy’s methods were too insidious, constantly misleading Han Yu’s perception, then allowing the three to join forces; the fact that he endured until now was indeed unusual.

With all three Dharma Aspects wielded, combined with their methods, Han Yu repeatedly suffered injuries, even being beaten to the brink of collapse.

"I’ll go help!"

The Artifact Spirit couldn’t hold back and rushed forward; a burst of spiritual light suddenly appeared, throwing a plethora of brute Divine Techniques at once, temporarily stalling the three’s Dharma Aspects.

Upon seeing Han Yu, the Artifact Spirit couldn’t help cursing, "You think you’re capable, leaving me behind, you deserve to be beaten."

Despite saying this, the Artifact Spirit was still quite worried and sized Han Yu up and down for a while.

Luckily, no crippling injuries, which means all is well.

Han Yu didn’t expect the Artifact Spirit to catch up and was quite touched, though his next words almost made the Artifact Spirit explode.

"Good timing, I’ll hold them off, you go send the Celestial River back."

The Artifact Spirit was suddenly dumbfounded.

Are you kidding me?

You want me to cut the Celestial River?

But Han Yu didn’t give it a chance to refuse, and immediately confronted the three, with the ancient forest surrounding tightly, and two mountains pressing down ceaselessly from above.

He intended to hold all three off single-handedly.

Seeing this, the Artifact Spirit dared not delay, materializing a small-version West River Slash, charging fiercely headlong.

"You’re courting death!"

Shang Wanfeng spoke coldly, pointing out a finger, and Han Yu unsurprisingly lost all perception again.

This time, however, he smiled; in such an environment, he didn’t need perception, and the fire world appeared abruptly, tongues of flame danced wildly, immediately rushing out.

Within the entire cage, sometimes fire surged to the sky, sometimes torrents flowed, sometimes golden light scattered.

Along with immense clamor, the Dharma Aspect continually broke through Divine Techniques, engaged in combat with Han Yu.

"This kid can’t be left alive."

This time, Jiang Xinyuan even shouted a reminder to his two companions.

Han Yu was a puppet of the Heavenly Dao, progressing at a terrifying pace, and more importantly, his ability to disrupt was absurdly strong.

If not killed, future troubles would be endless.

The three unleashed their power together, spiritual power at this moment seemed almost tangible; Han Yu first felt the surrounding air suddenly vacuumed, gradually intense fluctuations emerged.

In the next moment, with the three’s combined power, they conjured a distinct space out of nowhere, like a small separate realm.

Han Yu tried to teleport but was unable to leave.

Indeed, they intended to seal him within this void.

"Let’s all stay in here then."

Han Yu’s figure turned, instantly a phoenix’s cry echoed as the Fire Phoenix soared.

Scarlet feathers scattered, igniting the entire small void, its phoenix shadow flickered like a stunning glimpse.

Fire Phoenix was the most violent and volatile power, and until today, Han Yu barely managed to wield it to the fullest.

Vast Sea of Consciousness, unparalleled physical body, these achievements together pushed this Dharma Aspect to its extreme limits.

When the three Dharma Aspects clashed with the Fire Phoenix, the other three simultaneously acted.

Di Liuxin pointed, with stars condensing and crashing down, forming a sword domain.

Jiang Xinyuan stealthily accumulated thunder secretly, releasing it suddenly during Han Yu’s assault in the sword domain.

Shang Wanfeng’s rules of deception were applied again, instantly sealing off all Han Yu’s perception.

Caught off guard, Han Yu was hit by the three again, the cracks on his physical body multiplied, but he still gritted his teeth, sustaining the Dharma Aspect.

"Kill him!"

This frightening perseverance, even Shang Wanfeng couldn’t help being unnerved.

Under the combined power, the small section of space within instantly shook violently; Han Yu was struck flying several times, the Fire Phoenix’s figure swayed continuously, already showing signs of collapse.

"Damn bastard!"

The Artifact Spirit had tried several times to rush down and help, but the Celestial River pressed down continuously, wielding the West River Slash, unwilling to pause for a moment.

Even so, the solidifying speed of the Celestial River was still astonishingly fast.

"Damn it, I can’t hold it anymore!"

It lacked Han Yu’s diverse tricks, swinging the West River Slash one cut at a time, far less powerful than Han Yu.

Indeed, it seemed ridiculous, like it was just a medium providing rules, while Han Yu was the real deal.

But again, Han Yu could wield a different West River Slash by combining it with Divine Techniques; it could, but was still unlearned.

Watching the Celestial River descend continuously, it couldn’t help but call out loudly to Han Yu.

Han Yu was about to forcibly break through, but unexpectedly, his vision went black again.

Usually, he disgusted others, but today he was the one disgusted by the other party.

"You can’t leave, die here!"

Shang Wanfeng’s cold voice declared, striking with lightning speed, misleading perception, rolling starry river, with the oppressive Dharma Aspect.

Di Liuxin and Jiang Xinyuan also cooperated seamlessly, ultimately leaving Han Yu precarious, their myriad manifestations within the small separate realm bounded like shackles, his perception continuously obscured, his physical body suffering constant injuries, with no chance to counterattack, the Fire Phoenix also completely shattered at this instant.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three explosive sounds echoed, waves of grandeur rolled, an intimidating aura gradually emanated from above the Celestial River.

The Artifact Spirit was already anxious, yet Han Yu’s own situation was dire.

Everything seemed unchangeable.

"I’m coming!"

The old Taoist’s voice roared through the sky, finally unable to hold back from acting.

His figure broke through the air, directly heading toward the Celestial River.

"Fifth Brother, stop!"

For some reason, the Artifact Spirit’s attempt to disrupt the Celestial River didn’t stir them, but rather the appearance of the old Taoist changed their expressions altogether.

Di Liuxin was the first to speak, afterward Shang Wanfeng couldn’t resist retreating from this small separate realm.

Han Yu straightened his wavering figure, lifted his gaze to watch the old Taoist act, and supported himself to lay down a Void Ancient Tree interception.

"Fifth Brother, withdraw."

A cold voice echoed from above the Celestial River, faintly carrying a murderous intent.

"Wuxian, are you scared?"

While speaking, the old Taoist drew near to the Artifact Spirit, reaching out to touch the Celestial River, unexpectedly halting its descent.

Wuxian’s voice remained chillingly cold, even the killing intent overflowed.

"Do you realize what you’re doing?"

"Of course I do, nothing more than giving you some trouble. What? Realizing now that messing with me isn’t wise?"

The old Taoist sneered continuously, when these four bastards relied on their surpassing cultivation to kill, didn’t think that he could also influence the Celestial River.

Ultimately, why was the Four Extremes Hall afraid of him getting close to the Celestial River?

"Now realizing I handled the Celestial River before you all, right?"

As he spoke, the old Taoist intended to send the Celestial River back; he might not control it but knew ways to revert it.

Once a disciple of the Celestial Being, why did the four hate him the most? Besides being immensely talented, holding the right to manage the Celestial River was a factor.

What was that? That was something of the Heavenly Dao.

Being able to approach a heavenly object daily held tremendous advantages for both cultivation and enlightenment.

"You want to stand against the teacher?"

Wuxian spoke icily.

"Isn’t that what you four wanted to see? I’ll fulfill your wish."

The old Taoist laughed heartily, complemented by his youthful appearance, exhibiting a rather uninhibited posture.

Laughter lasted briefly until a sudden lightning strike came down, the thunder erupted unexpectedly; why was it strange?

Because it didn’t belong to any tribulation thunder in the scene.