Luohu's Madness, Burning the Origin!

Outside the great formation, Ancestral Dragon, Primordial Phoenix, and First Qilin witnessed this scene. Forcing their injuries, they channeled their remaining origins.

Ancestral Dragon drew upon the power of the Four Seas, transforming it into a golden water dragon that crashed into the eastern formation eye.

Primordial Phoenix spat out the Southern Bright Leaving Fire Origin, scorching the southern formation eye. First Qilin pulled on the earth veins of Cangwu Plain, churning soil energy that thoroughly dispersed the demonic flames around the formation eye.

"No—!" Luohu let out a roar of unwillingness.

He tried to regain control of the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation, but his origin had been too heavily depleted, leaving him powerless to turn the tide.

Under Hongjun and Yang Mei's internal assault combined with the three clans' external pincer attack, the last two formation eyes of the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation also shattered with a crash.

"Crack!" The entire Immortal Slaying Sword Formation fractured like glass.

The black demonic flames and slaughtering sword qi dissipated instantly. Luohu was struck by the backlash of the formation's collapse, spitting out another mouthful of demon blood as he staggered backward.

His black robe was torn, his hair disheveled, and the demonic flames around him nearly extinguished. Yet in his pitch-black eyes, unwillingness and venom still burned.

One step away—he could have ruled the Great Desolation—but these old bastards had ruined everything!

Hongjun and Yang Mei landed in the void, staring at Luohu with eyes full of grief and cold ferocity.

The fall of the Yin-Yang and Qian-Kun Ancestors filled their hearts with killing intent.

The allied cultivators outside the formation and the remnants of the three clans saw this and erupted in cheers, yet those cheers carried a trace of heaviness.

To break this killing formation, two Innate Great Powers had paid with their lives. No one knew how many more would fall before it was over.

At that thought, everyone fell silent. Some said nothing.

Some knelt to wipe the corpses of their comrades, while others stared blankly at the shattered starry sky.

Taking all of this in, Luohu suddenly let out a cold laugh.

That chilling laughter fell like shards of ice, instantly freezing everyone's joy.

Though the demonic flames around him were dim as a dying candle, they radiated a madness that would rather shatter jade than remain whole.

His pitch-black eyes locked onto Hongjun and Yang Mei, his voice hoarse yet tearing with unwillingness.

"Hongjun, Yang Mei, do you think you've won? If not for the Heavenly Dao favoring you, could you have ever defeated This Ancestor?"

"Hahaha!" At that, Luohu burst into loud laughter, the sound filled with venom and madness.

"If This Ancestor cannot have the Great Desolation, don't expect to possess it peacefully either!"

The moment his words fell, four black demonic patterns silently shot from his fingertips, vanishing into the void.

This was a signal he secretly sent to the four Demon Venerables—Wuxin, Wuxiang, Wufa, and Wutian—ordering them to withdraw with the remnants of the Demon Race.

Deep in the void, the four Demon Venerables, who were being pursued and held back by Daoist Cangxuan and others, sensed the demonic patterns. A flash of ruthlessness and reluctance flickered in their eyes.

They knew Luohu's nature well and understood what this signal meant.

Demon Lord Wuxin secretly crushed a Message Jade Slip, notifying the Demon Race remnants hidden at the battlefield's edge to retreat.

Wuxiang deliberately triggered an eruption of the Law of Death to draw the allied cultivators' attention.

Wufa and Wutian seized the opportunity to lead the remaining Demon Race Army, transforming into a streak of black light that fled toward the Great Desolation Starry Sky.

They had to preserve a spark for the Demon Race, waiting for the day they could return in force.

The allied cultivators were so focused on Demon Venerable Wuxiang's outburst that no one noticed the Demon Race remnants slipping away.

Back on the field, Luohu suddenly raised his hand and pressed it against his own brow. The Demonic Path Origin around him began to burn wildly.

Black origin flames shot into the sky like a demonic pillar connecting heaven and earth, scorching the surrounding void into pitch-black cracks.

From those cracks came the howl of Chaos Airflow, as if it would devour the entire Great Desolation Starry Sky.

"Not good! He's going to burn his origin and self-destruct!" Hongjun's face changed drastically, his voice carrying unprecedented gravity.

As a peak Golden Immortal of the Origin, Luohu's Demonic Path Origin not only contained the Chaos Demonic Nature from the dawn of creation.

It had also fused with a vast amount of Demon Race fate. If it fully detonated, the power would rival a full-force strike from a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal of the Origin.

That was a terror capable of tearing apart the Great Desolation's space and reforging an entire domain!

Sure enough, as the origin burned more intensely, the billions of stars around them began to tremble violently. Their cores let out groans of unbearable strain.

The nearest few stars first showed dense cracks spreading like spiderwebs.

Then, with a thunderous crack, the billions of stars in the sky shattered, turning into countless meteorites wreathed in demonic flames that rained down on Cangwu Plain like a storm.

"Take cover!" someone among the allied cultivators screamed, but the meteorites fell too fast.

Cultivators who couldn't dodge in time were instantly crushed to ash by the meteorites, their Primordial Spirits unable to escape.

The earth veins of Cangwu Plain were violently shaken by the falling star fragments. The black-red blood scabs that had formed shattered layer by layer.

The spiritual energy and demonic energy surging from underground mixed, spreading as black poisonous mist.

Any living being that inhaled the mist had its flesh instantly rot, its Primordial Spirit corroded by demonic energy, turning into mindless killing monsters that then disintegrated in their own explosions.

Luohu's form blurred within the origin flames, yet he still madly drove his demonic arts. His voice pierced through the flames, echoing across the Great Desolation.

"Great Dao above! Today, I, Luohu, willingly turn my body into a demonic domain and swear a Heart Demon Oath."

"From this day forward, in the Great Desolation, when the Dao wanes, the demonic waxes; when the demonic wanes, the Dao waxes—endless and unceasing! May the Great Dao bear witness!"

"Stop him! He's going to trigger the Western Spirit Vein to destroy the West!" Hongjun saw through Luohu's scheme in an instant.

The Western territory had long been marked by the Demonic Path imprints Luohu had laid down in his early years.

Once the burning Origin connected with the Western Spirit Vein, the power of his self-detonation would multiply tenfold!

He raised his hand and swung the Pangu Banner. The banner unfurled, and countless Chaos Qi blades shot toward Luohu like a torrential rain.

Where the Chaos Qi blades passed, even the demonic flames were sliced into fragments, and ripples spread through space itself.

Yang Mei struck at the same time, the Space Rune on his brow swelling with light.

As he formed hand seals, he channeled the Space Law into a ten-thousand-zhang-long Blade of Space, stabbing straight at the World Destroying Black Lotus above Luohu's head.

The World Destroying Black Lotus, empowered by the Demonic Path Origin, blazed with light, its surface covered in billions of demonic runes, and it managed to withstand the Blade of Space.

This lotus, originally only a Top-Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, had now, under Luohu's frenzied burning of his Origin, approached the level of an Innate Supreme Treasure, its defensive power rivaling the Myriad Heavens Auspicious Cloud.

"Hurry and stop him!" Ancestral Dragon forced himself to endure the injury from his broken dragon horns.

He summoned the waters of the Four Seas across billions of miles of void, forming a golden water wall in an attempt to block Luohu's advance toward the West.

Primordial Phoenix spread her scorched left wing and spat out the last wisp of Southern Bright Leaving Fire Origin.

The flame transformed into a firebird that beat its wings and crashed into Luohu's Heavenly Demon Pagoda.

First Qilin, meanwhile, stamped his foot on the Earth Vein node of Cangwu Plain. Mysterious yellow earth qi surged, turning into countless ten-zhang-tall earth spikes that tangled around Luohu's form like a dense forest.

But Luohu, now reckless beyond measure, drove the Heavenly Demon Pagoda forward to shield himself.

The demonic light swirling around the pagoda erupted with a roar, shattering the golden water wall and the firebird, while the earth spikes were burned to ash by the demonic flames.

His form turned into a streak of black light, ignoring all spatial obstacles, and shot straight toward the Western territory.