Chapter 837: The Sword That Splits Yin and Yang
The overwhelming might of the Maha Yin Yang Flask instantly reshaped the battlefield.
Its power swept across the land, enveloping everything in black and white.
Under the oppressive force of yin and yang, all other colors faded, leaving the vast majority of the desolate continent shrouded in monochrome.
Within this distorted world, Xiao Ze's Primal Sovereign Form expanded a protective barrier of golden purple light. It enclosed a region spanning tens of thousands of feet, a sanctuary against the unrelenting dominance of yin and yang.
But outside this safe haven, the desolate continent had completely succumbed. The once vibrant and chaotic battlefield had become eerily uniform, divided into only two shades.
Awe of the Heavenly Sovereigns
From the distant skies, the gathered Heavenly Sovereigns stared in disbelief.
"What kind of power is this? Even Xiao Ze can only carve out a meager refuge within it?"
"This must be the strength of a Supreme Sacred Artifact," one elder Sovereign murmured.
The others nodded, their expressions grave.
The reputation of the Maha Ancient Clan had always been well earned. Even when Xiao Ze unleashed three supreme divine techniques of unparalleled might, Maha Tian still managed to turn the tide.
Many marveled at Xiao Ze's resilience. Few cultivators could simultaneously wield three divine techniques of such caliber. Fewer still could combine them with a Saintly Fleshly Body as robust as his.
Yet, the power of the Maha Yin Yang Flask was undeniable.
"Xiao Ze's defeat, if it comes to that, won't be due to a lack of talent or strength," one Sovereign mused solemnly. "It'll be because his foundation isn't yet deep enough."
Recognizing the Flask
Amid their discussions, a figure broke his silence.
"That's the Maha Yin Yang Flask, the sacred treasure of the Maha Ancient Clan," said Lu Tong, a senior elder of the Great Thousand Palace.
Hearing this, the gathered Sovereigns gasped.
A Sacred Artifact?
Each of the Five Ancient Clans possessed a single Supreme Sacred Artifact, treasures that represented the pinnacle of power in the Great Thousand World. Such artifacts were not only extraordinarily powerful but also deeply revered.
Even against peak late stage Saintly Sovereigns, these artifacts could hold their own.
"Why would Maha Tian go so far?" another Sovereign muttered. "Sacred Artifacts are only meant for the direst moments. Has Xiao Ze really forced his hand?"
Turning the Tide
Inside the monochrome realm, Maha Tian stood atop his Maha Boundless Form, the Maha Yin Yang Flask in his hand.
A stream of pure black and white energy poured from the flask's mouth, fortifying the faltering barriers around him.
The once unstable yin yang light curtain solidified, becoming almost impenetrable. Even Xiao Ze's three divine techniques, which had previously shaken it to its core, now struggled to leave a mark.
As the black and white energy spread, it seeped into the techniques themselves.
The vibrant purple gold spears dimmed, their edges softened by an encroaching monochrome hue.
The calamity cloud that had once brimmed with disaster was similarly subdued, its chaotic energy replaced by the eerie order of yin and yang.
Even the black vortex of the Great Devouring Art began to falter. When a sliver of white appeared within its depths, it collapsed entirely, consumed by the very force it sought to devour.
The destruction of three supreme divine techniques in mere moments stunned even the most battle hardened Sovereigns.
Outside the battlefield, Lu Tong clutched a communication jade, ready to summon reinforcements from the Great Thousand Palace.
"Xiao Ze might fall here," he muttered. "And if we let that happen, the Palace's honor will be tarnished for generations."
The Final Ultimatum
Within the monochrome domain, Maha Tian gazed down at Xiao Ze.
"Xiao Ze, you've surpassed my expectations," he admitted. "But with the Maha Yin Yang Flask in my hands, you have no chance."
He extended an offer, though his tone made it clear it was not open for debate.
"Surrender the Source Realm to the Maha Ancient Clan for a century, and I'll spare your life."
Despite the overwhelming pressure, Xiao Ze remained calm, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"Ah, so you've finally dropped the pretense of offering protection," he said, his voice laced with mockery.
Maha Tian's face darkened. "You're courting death! The power of a Supreme Sacred Artifact can rival even the strongest of Saintly Sovereigns. You cannot possibly overcome it."
"Convenient," Xiao Ze replied with a chuckle. "Because I've got one of my own. Let's see how your flask fares against my blade."
The Heavenly Emperor Sword
As Xiao Ze raised his hand, a crystalline longsword appeared, shimmering with unparalleled brilliance.
The blade seemed to contain the essence of a starry sky, its surface reflecting countless constellations.
This was the Heavenly Emperor Sword, a weapon Xiao Ze had painstakingly nurtured within the Zhou Tian Star Chart, bathing it in the power of endless celestial energy.
Even before its power was unleashed, the gathered Sovereigns felt their hearts tremble.
Restoring Color to the World
Xiao Ze raised the sword high, its brilliance cutting through the oppressive monochrome.
"Your yin yang flask reduces the world to black and white, stripping it of its natural splendor. That's your greatest flaw," he said, his voice carrying across the battlefield.
With a swift motion, the Heavenly Emperor Sword descended.
"Star Splitting Slash!"
A radiant wave erupted from the blade, cleaving through the yin yang energies.
Wherever the light touched, the oppressive black and white faded, replaced by vibrant colors. Stars reappeared in the sky, and the land began to glow with renewed life.
Xiao Ze's slash did more than cut through yin and yang it severed the very dominance of the Maha Yin Yang Flask.
The gathered Sovereigns outside the battlefield were awestruck.
"One strike... he cut through the yin yang realm?"
"This... this is the power of a Sacred Artifact nurtured by the Zhou Tian Star Chart," Lu Tong murmured, his voice shaking.
As the monochrome world shattered, Xiao Ze stood tall, his blade gleaming with celestial light.
The battle was far from over, but Xiao Ze had made one thing clear: he would not bow to anyone, not even to a Sacred Artifact.
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