The sky above the Futur Realm had already transformed into the center of a vortex of destruction.
The towering, ancient Futur Ancestor Tower flowed with black and white divine light that suppressed all eternity. Each strand of light was as heavy as a star, trying to crush and seal the Desolate Ancient Ancestral Cauldron radiating a wild, primordial aura.
The tower hummed, faintly linked to the ley lines of the entire Futur Ancestral Land. It drew upon endless ancient power, as if it would never rest until the rebel below was suppressed.
The Maha Yin-Yang Bottle hung high in the air. Its mouth no longer poured forth a flood, but instead evolved into endless killing intent.
The black and white energies sometimes transformed into giant blades that cleaved the heavens, sometimes condensed into Demon Shadows that devoured divine souls, and sometimes formed meteorites that shattered stars. From all directions, they bombarded the Desolate Ancient Ancestral Cauldron's defenses and Mo Yu, who was trying to approach it, like a raging storm.
Yin and yang reversed, creation and destruction interchanged. Every strike contained the Maha Ancient Clan's profound understanding of the principles of heaven and earth. They were treacherous and ever-changing, impossible to guard against.
At the very core of the storm, the Desolate Ancient Ancestral Cauldron stood like a needle stabilizing the sea, yet also resembled a ferocious Taotie beast. It remained completely unmoved.
On the cauldron's body, the patterns recording the Desolate Ancient Dao Rules flowed with light, forming a layer of chaotic-colored radiance that repelled and distorted most of the Ancestor Tower's suppressive power.
Within the cauldron's mouth, the primordial world rumbled as it operated like a gigantic millstone, continuously swallowing, grinding apart, and refining the incoming yin-yang killing power!
Although the cauldron trembled slightly, its light flickering uncertainly