"The Demonic Path knows no bounds; sacrifice all living beings in blood! For me... explode!"
Luohu's furious roar echoed across heaven and earth.
He sprayed his lifeblood essence toward the formation core, and the entire Immortal Slaying Sword Formation instantly went berserk.
The blood-red curtain of light rapidly contracted.
Endless killing sword qi transformed into a blade storm that swept through everything, crazily shredding toward Hongjun!
This was Luohu's final trump card.
He intended to detonate this killing formation, condensed from all the resentment of the Dragon-Phoenix Calamity. Even if it gravely damaged his vitality, he would drag Hongjun down with him!
"Madman!"
As Hongjun watched the blade storm destroying everything around him, emotion finally appeared on his calm face.
He had not expected Luohu to be so decisive.
He would rather harm himself eight hundred to injure his enemy a thousand.
"So be it. Today, I shall make you give up completely."
Hongjun took a deep breath and stopped holding back.
The Jade Plate of Creation above his head suddenly flew up, hovering over the sword formation as it cast down countless beams of divine law-light, forcibly suppressing the formation on the verge of exploding.
At the same time, he put away the Jade Staff of Creation and pressed his palms together.
An even more vast and majestic aura radiated from his body.
"Of the Great Dao's fifty, Heaven evolves forty-nine, while man escapes as the one."
"I am that one which escaped."
Hongjun's voice became the voice of the Heavenly Dao, vast and imposing.
Behind him, three indistinct figures emerged.
One was Pure and Inactive, eternal and unchanging.
One was solemn and majestic, wielding authority over the laws of Heaven.
One was agile and ethereal, free and unrestrained.
Good Corpse, Evil Corpse, Self Corpse!
Hongjun reunited the Three Corpses he had long since severed with his true body!
This was not a regression in cultivation, but a higher level of perfect harmony.
The Three Corpses became one, and the Dao Fruit returned to its origin!
Hongjun's aura broke through a certain limit. Though he had not truly become a Sage, he was already infinitely close to the realm of a Sage!
"Luohu, it is over."
Hongjun opened his eyes. Within them lay Cosmic Birth and Death, while rivers of stars revolved.
He extended one finger and lightly pointed at the raging blade storm.
"Still."
One word left his lips.
Words Manifest Reality!
The entire Immortal Slaying Sword Formation, the violent blade storm, and the endless resentment on the verge of explosion all froze in that instant!
Time, space, energy, laws... everything was locked in place.
"Th-this... what kind of power is this?!"
Luohu, standing at the formation core, discovered in horror that he could not even move a finger.
He could think and see, but his body, magical power, and connection to the sword formation had all been forcibly severed by an irresistible mighty force.
He was like a figure in a painting, able only to watch as someone outside the painting passed judgment on him.
"Your Dao is too small."
Hongjun passed through the frozen blade storm and walked step by step until he stood before Luohu.
He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the four peerless fiend swords floating in the air.
"Immortal Slaying, Immortal Massacring, Immortal Trapping, Immortal Severing..."
"Fine swords. What a pity they followed the wrong master."
Each time he brushed past one sword, the overwhelming killing aura on its blade weakened by a fraction, and it let out an unwilling wail.
"No! Don't touch my swords!"
Luohu roared madly in his heart, yet he could not make a sound.
Hongjun ignored him and raised his gaze toward the four formation anchors.
He flicked his finger.
Four gentle azure lights shot forth, each landing upon one of the four formation anchors.
"Crack—"
A crisp shattering sound rang out.
The indestructible Immortal Slaying Sword Formation, the greatest killing formation of the primordial world that was said to require four Sages to break, was so casually shattered by Hongjun!
The moment the great formation broke, frozen time began to flow again.
"Pfft—!"
Luohu spat out a huge mouthful of black demonic blood, and his aura instantly withered to its lowest point.
The formation was linked to his mind. When it broke, he suffered grave injuries as well!
Without the support of the great formation, the four fiend swords fell from the sky, their light dimmed.
"My sword formation... my Dao..."
Luohu stared at the scene before him, his eyes filled with despair.
He had lost. He had lost completely, without even the strength to fight back.
Hongjun's power had already surpassed his imagination.
"Luohu, do you know your crime?"
Hongjun looked down at him from above, his voice indifferent.
"Crime? Hahaha!"
Luohu suddenly burst into wild laughter, filled with endless self-mockery and desolation.
"The victor is king and the loser is a bandit! What crime is there!"
"Hongjun, you have won! Kill me or carve me up as you please!"
He assumed the posture of one awaiting execution, as though he had already abandoned all resistance.
Hongjun looked at him and shook his head slightly.
"You stirred up the calamity, causing the living beings of the primordial world to suffer untold devastation and becoming entangled in karmic sin. You should have been utterly destroyed in body and soul."
"However, the Heavenly Dao cherishes life. Today, I will spare your life."
"What?"
Luohu froze. He had not expected Hongjun to spare him.
"You..."
He had just opened his mouth when Hongjun extended a finger again.
"Though the death penalty may be spared, you cannot escape punishment while alive."
"Your cultivation in the Demonic Path should be dispersed."
His finger struck Luohu squarely between the brows.
"Aah—!"
Luohu let out a shrill scream.
He felt the Demonic Path power he had painstakingly cultivated over countless cosmic epochs gush madly out of his body, returning to heaven and earth.
His cultivation rapidly plummeted.
Peak Grand Unity Golden Immortal... late stage... middle stage... early stage...
In the end, he could not even maintain the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm and fell directly to Grand Unity Golden Immortal!
His cultivation had been crippled!
Hongjun's finger strike was even more painful than killing him outright!
For a Demon Ancestor who pursued power and dominance, losing his strength was more terrifying than death!
"Hongjun! You... you are ruthless!"
Luohu's eyes were bloodshot as he glared fixedly at Hongjun, the venom in his gaze enough to make heaven and earth change color.
"I am helping you."
Hongjun withdrew his finger and spoke blandly.
"Only by dispersing the demonic cultivation stained by your karmic sin will you have a chance to reenter the cycle of reincarnation and seek the Great Dao anew. Otherwise, you will only travel farther and farther down this wrong path, with no day of transcendence."
"I do not need your lecture!"
Luohu struggled to rise from the ground.
He looked at his hands and felt the empty weakness within his body, the hatred in his heart reaching its peak.
He suddenly raised his head, casting a venomous glance at Hongjun before looking toward distant Kunlun Mountain.
"Hongjun! Three Pure Ones! And that little monster!"
"I will remember today's humiliation!"
"Just you wait! So long as I do not die, one day I will make you repay every blood debt in blood!"
Before his words had faded, his body abruptly turned into a mass of black mist and shot at an unbelievable speed toward the edge of the primordial world, toward that Chaos membrane.
He was actually trying to flee into Chaos!
Hongjun watched his retreating figure but did not pursue him.
He knew that although Luohu's cultivation had been crippled, as one of the former Chaos Demon Gods, he possessed countless means of preserving his life.
Moreover, his Dao Heart had shattered and his foundation was ruined. Even if he escaped into Chaos, he would no longer be able to raise any great waves.
After today's battle, the Demonic Path waned and the Dao flourished.
The great course of the primordial world had already been decided.
Hongjun withdrew his gaze and waved his hand, collecting the Four Swords of Zhu Xian, which had fallen to the ground and lost most of their ferocity, into his sleeve.
Then he turned toward Kunlun Mountain.
An intrigued smile appeared on his face.
"Now, it is time to meet that interesting little fellow."
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