The Holy Emperor Venerable discovered for the first time that events truly surpassed his expectations.

In his conception, this battle, aligned with causality and emerging through the mind, should be primarily a clash of minds. In the confrontation of wills, he could easily capture the opponent through causal links, and even penetrate wills to read the other's thoughts.

But now... But now...

"There is no will at all?" The Holy Emperor Venerable looked at the Divine Country with Yin Yang transformations, his expression exceedingly grim.

He could not perceive any will, any mind. He wanted to strike something but couldn't find a target!

This feeling of having strength but nowhere to exert it was truly terrifying.

However, the Holy Emperor Venerable could distinctly feel that within his Divine Country, amidst the Yin Yang transformations, a monster was crouching there. That monster was continuously devouring the Divine Country he had painstakingly built for a thousand years, growing ever stronger!

Abhorrent!

The Holy Emperor Venerable stood up. Although he hadn't done anything, the walls of Jinshen Hall suddenly collapsed, shattering into countless regular bricks, as if even this wall feared the aura of the Holy Emperor Venerable. Those bricks hovered in the air, not falling, but automatically parting to form a path. The Holy Emperor Venerable leaped, his figure flashing, appearing at the eroded part of the Divine Country.

Then, his eyes sparkled with divine light. As the thought of the Banished Immortal arose, boundless might erupted. He crossed his hands, and multicolored Divine Light like Liu Li burst from all his acupoints, forcefully pressing towards that mutated region.

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In front of Wang Qi, countless operators arranged and combined. His fingers rhythmically moved in the void with great strength. Continuous data streams flowed from his fingertips. They were instructions with syntactic functions, and also data as objects. Amidst endless changes, there was no permanent instruction, nor eternal object.

The data woven by Wang Qi gradually transformed.

They were the Divine Plague Curse Technique eroding the Divine Country, also the Divine Spirit constructed by Wang Qi. It extended its "tentacles" into every aspect of the Divine Country, gathering receipts from the Divine Country, and perfected itself according to the Divine Country's data.

Wang Qi's thoughts galloped through the new computer, as joyful as a wild horse.

"I never expected this probing attack to succeed in one fell swoop, but... it shouldn't be so fragile, right?" Wang Qi was just about to chuckle dryly when he felt a peculiar vibration. Numerous "error" marks popped up, overlapping each other. Then, the highly humanized code interface before him shattered, the compiler and assembler instantly failing, and his vision was once again filled with rapidly shifting Yin and Yang, zeros and ones.

A simple yet effective method.

In Wang Qi's eyes, the Holy Emperor Venerable's methods at this moment resembled a DOS attack on Earth. He was using his vast Immortal essence to provide massive mental power, and through immense "communication traffic" and "connection requests," ruthlessly exhausting Wang Qi's computational resources bit by bit, rendering Wang Qi's infection area unable to perform normal tasks. Now, the system Wang Qi had written had ceased to respond and was even on the brink of collapse.

The whirlpool of chaos bewildered the eye. Amidst the dance of digits, another set of algorithms forcibly redirected the data to its original path.

Gradually, Wang Qi's vision returned to the magnificent Divine Country. The difference now was, the gigantic Divine Venerable standing like the sky and ocean was right above him.

"Indeed, not so simple..."

Wang Qi realized his attack had completely failed.

The realm he excelled in resided in logic and computation. When he pushed logical calculations to their limits, he could become a god in the virtual world. However, when the Holy Emperor Venerable restored this mystical virtual space to a magnificent Divine Country where intent births law, he re-entered the mystical realm of mental combat.

At this moment, the Divine Venerable suddenly lowered his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through multiple layers of translation, landing on Wang Qi. Just then, Wang Qi clearly saw a familiar symbol on the Divine Venerable's forehead.

"Triple concentric circle... Benevolent Father, Holy Infant, Pure Wind King... Holy Infant Sect..." Wang Qi was slightly lost in thought, his heart powerfully throbbing.

He seemed to have discovered some secrets of the Holy Emperor Venerable!

"Kid... quit while you're ahead..." Zhen Chan's heart power exhausted, leaving only this sentence before retreating into the ring.

Wang Qi nodded, touched his left fingertips to the bracelet on his right hand, and around him, the Yin Yang Yao flashed rapidly, one command set after another injected into it.

Now, his battle within the Divine Country was destined to fail; this was merely a slight delay.

After completing this, Wang Qi opened his eyes, removed the bracelet. Then, he walked to Hu Xuanjia's side, clipped the bracelet onto this incapacitated fellow, and with his fingers tapped on the other's brows, reweaving the Divine Plague Curse Technique.

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The Holy Emperor Venerable finally cleared the last trace of alien power within the Divine Country. Then, step by step, he returned to Jinshen Hall. When everyone thought the matter was over, the Holy Emperor Venerable lightly raised his hand. As his grand sleeves waved, the fragmented pieces of Jinshen Hall's walls suddenly coalesced, seemingly melted by True Fire, and transformed into a sword shape. Then, the Holy Emperor Venerable's fingers gently calculated, Spiritual Sense locking onto the target along the brilliant causal line.

"West side of Spirit Phoenix Island, there are two..." The Holy Emperor Venerable pointed a finger, and the newly forged stone sword flew towards the west side.

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After injecting the last command, Wang Qi slowly pushed away, the Dao Heart Pure Yang Spell began to comprehensively erode Hu Xuanjia, this Nascent Soul Cultivator, transforming his ghostly cultivation into a righteous aura.

Without hesitation, Wang Qi grabbed the back of Lian Xinjie's neck with his left hand, lifted him up, and then gently grasped with his right hand in the void, retracting his black robe Grotto Heaven.

"Thin air, let's haul ass!"

Lian Xinjie felt a sudden whirl of heaven and earth. Up, down, left, right, front, and back seemed to be redefined by Wang Qi, conventional notions of direction, speed, and time seemed to lose their meaning here. Wang Qi lightly took a step, Lian Xinjie felt the surrounding space shift, and then realized he found himself in another location.

"Brother Wang..."

"Shh..." Wang Qi's finger stood upright from the very start, saying, "Watch carefully."

"Watch what?"

"Fireworks." Wang Qi smiled with dark humor, "A Banished Immortal Mahayana setting off fireworks with a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator, it's a rare sight!"

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Bai Lianxun, the Sect Master of Divine Flame Industry Lotus Sect at the mid-stage of Divine Separation, was looking at her disciple with a face full of surprise.

At this moment, her disciple Xie Ying'er was surrounded by a blazing golden flame, about a zhang square. Just now, Xie Ying'er kept saying how hot it was. Then, that Boluo Divine Flame naturally emerged from her body, enveloping her. Next, many auras that made even Bai Lianxun, a Divine Separation Stage Cultivator, tremble, continuously emanated from this Golden Core Cultivator. Among them were the Saint's Words, unrivaled Sword Intent, and the methods of the Innate Five Taos...

This confirmed to the old lady Bai that her disciple had acquired a great creation!

Furthermore, she discovered that this Boluo Divine Flame faintly had connections with the Divine Country of the Holy Emperor Venerable.

"Within that Boluo Divine Flame, so many, such terrifying divine skills are hidden!" In her heart's envy, the old lady Bai also felt a burst of ecstasy.

The revival of the Divine Flame Industry Lotus Sect seems hopeful, hopeful indeed!

She didn't know that Xie Ying'er was actually a relay station for the Holy Emperor Venerable and Professor Wang Qi. Wang Qi, Zhen Chan, and the Holy Emperor Venerable were not people she could fathom. In that God Country battle, even a trace of breath from any move was enough to make her bow in worship.

Just at this moment, the old lady Bai saw a golden rainbow extending from beyond the sky. Her heart was filled with a bit of joy, a bit of doubt.

"Is this... coming to take my disciple to the God Country of the Emperor Venerable?"

Then, the golden sword light evaporated both master and disciple.

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Hu Xuanjia slowly rose into the sky. The Heart Demon Curse and Divine Plague Curse Technique had thoroughly washed his cultivation. Now, both the precision of his mana and divine skills were far beyond what they were before.

Even his thinking was much quicker than before.

However, this "quick" brought him not joy, but more despair.

In a thinking speed ten times faster than usual, he silently looked towards that golden long rainbow extending from the sky, his heart roaring.

"Help!""

"I don't want to die here!"

"Save me!"

"I'm not... I'm not..."

But, it seemed that his soul's control over his body was entirely severed. Under the pressure of his soul, his brain could only control a few fingers.

The words of that mysterious young man just now he heard clearly, knowing what kind of people they were dealing with, and the last phrase of the young man, "the wind is tight, pull the teals," told him what that golden rainbow was.

That was the Emperor's attack.

A Mahayana Cultivator, the attack of the Banished Immortal Saint Emperor!

Unless the Holy Emperor could timely find the truth and discover that he was wronged, otherwise Hu Xuanjia was doomed.

But...

Under the control of some mysterious force, Hu Xuanjia couldn't open his mouth to plead. Instead, a mysterious force stimulated his arm's muscles, making him raise both hands, joining his palms above his head. His entire essence blood and vitality burned entirely, transforming into that inexplicable and imposing righteous energy. Then, this energy gathered towards his hands, transforming again into Sword Qi.

"Heaven and Earth have righteous Qi, form various assigned flows..." Under the manipulation of some force, this aged demon who had committed sins all his life, with a heart always disdainful of Confucian rituals, uttered the Confucianism Righteous Qi Song for his last words.

"Heaven and Earth have righteous Qi, form various assigned flows" was a powerful spell of Middle Ages Confucianism, with its purpose being to transform one's vast righteous energy into every conceivable law in Heaven and Earth. Now, this law transformed everything within Hu Xuanjia into an attack. This attack was and wasn't a sword strike. It was indeed based on Sword Qi, but the technique derived from the Confucian "Spring and Autumn Pen Technique," avoiding fullness with emptiness.

Facing the approaching golden rainbow, the old demon, tears streaming down his face, transformed all his righteous Qi into a final blow, slashing at the Holy Emperor's golden sword rainbow.

In the last moments of life, he felt endless regret.

"Why... why did I have to mess with that killing star..."

As the two swords clashed, Hu Xuanjia's body and bones were completely obliterated.