Hongjun Breaks the Formation, Luohu Flees Severely Wounded

"The Demonic Path is boundless, sacrificing all living beings for blood! To this seat... explode!"

Luohu's roar echoed through heaven and earth.

He spat his essence blood towards the formation core, and the entire Immortal Slaying Sword Formation instantly turned berserk.

The blood-red light screen rapidly contracted.

Endless killing sword energy transformed into a blade storm that swept over everything, crazily hacking towards Hongjun!

This was Luohu's final trump card.

He intended to detonate this killing formation, which had condensed the resentment of the entire Dragon-Phoenix Calamity, and even if he himself was severely injured, he would drag Hongjun down with him!

"Madman!"

Hongjun watched the blade storm destroying everything around him, and a flicker of emotion finally appeared on his calm face.

He hadn't expected Luohu to be so decisive.

Willing to suffer eight hundred losses to inflict a thousand on the enemy.

"So be it, today I shall make you completely give up."

Hongjun took a deep breath and no longer held back.

The Jade Plate of Creation above his head suddenly flew up, hovering in the sky above the sword formation, scattering billions of divine lights of law, forcibly suppressing the sword formation that was about to explode.

At the same time, he put away the Jade Staff of Creation and clasped his hands together.

An even more vast and majestic aura emanated from him.

"The Great Dao has fifty, Heaven's principles are forty-nine, and Man escapes one."

"This humble Taoist is that one who escapes."

Hongjun's voice became the voice of the Heavenly Dao, grand and majestic.

Behind him, three blurry figures appeared.

One was serene and detached, eternally unchanging.

One was solemn and dignified, in charge of heavenly rules.

One was agile and elegant, unrestrained.

The Good Corpse, the Evil Corpse, the Self Corpse!

Hongjun reunited the three corpses he had long separated with his main body!

This was not a regression in cultivation, but a higher level of integration.

Three corpses united, the Dao fruit returned to its origin!

Hongjun's aura broke through a certain limit. Although he had not truly become a Sage yet, he was infinitely close to the Sage realm!

"Luohu, it's over."

Hongjun opened his eyes, and within them, universes were born and died, and galaxies rotated.

He extended a finger and lightly tapped the berserk blade storm.

"Still."

As the word left his mouth.

Words Manifest Reality!

The entire Immortal Slaying Sword Formation, the berserk blade storm, the endless resentment about to explode, all froze at that instant!

Time, space, energy, laws... everything was frozen.

"What... what is this power?!"

Luohu, within the formation core, was horrified to discover that he couldn't even move a finger.

He could think, he could see, but his body, his magic power, and his connection to the sword formation were all forcibly severed by an irresistible, mighty force.

He was like a character in a painting, able only to watch as the person outside the painting passed judgment upon him.

"Your Dao is too small."

Hongjun's figure passed through the frozen blade storm and walked step by step towards Luohu.

He reached out and gently stroked the four peerless fierce swords suspended in the air.

"Immortal Slaying, Immortal Destroying, Immortal Trapping, Immortal Exterminating..."

"Good swords, pity they followed the wrong master."

With each sword he stroked, the monstrous killing intent on the sword body weakened, emitting a mournful cry of unwillingness.

"No! Don't touch my swords!"

Luohu roared madly in his heart, but he couldn't utter a single sound.

Hongjun ignored him and looked up at the four footings of the sword formation.

He flicked his finger.

Four soft green lights flew out, landing on the four corners of the formation respectively.

"Crack—"

A crisp shattering sound rang out.

The indestructible Immortal Slaying Sword Formation, hailed as the foremost killing formation in the Primordial World, which no one but four Sages could break, was so easily dismantled by Hongjun!

As the great formation shattered, time, which had been frozen, began to flow again.

"Pfft—!"

Luohu spat out a mouthful of black demonic blood, his aura instantly weakening to its extreme.

The formation was connected to his mind. With the formation broken, he too was severely injured!

The four malevolent swords, deprived of the formation's support, lost their radiance and fell from the sky.

"My sword formation... my Dao..."

Luohu watched this scene, his eyes filled with despair.

He had lost, lost completely, lost without any chance to fight back.

Hongjun's power far 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, his laughter laced with endless self-mockery and sorrow.

"It's simply the victor takes all! What crime is there!"

"Hongjun, you have won! Kill me or flay me, I will not resist!"

He presented himself as ready to be executed, seemingly having given up all resistance.

Hongjun looked at him and shook his head slightly.

"You incited a Calamity, causing the Primordial World's inhabitants to suffer and be plunged into misery, entangling yourself in karma. You should have been utterly annihilated."

"However, the Heavenly Dao values all life. Today, I shall spare your life."

"What?"

Luohu was stunned. He hadn't expected Hongjun to spare him.

"You..."

Just as he was about to speak, he saw Hongjun extend his finger again.

"Death can be avoided, but punishment cannot."

"Your Demonic Path cultivation, it's best to disperse it."

A finger jabbed out, striking Luohu's brow.

"Ah—!"

Luohu let out a piercing scream.

He felt the demonic magic power he had cultivated for countless epochs draining madly from his body, returning to the heavens and earth.

His cultivation was plummeting at an astonishing rate.

Peak Grand Unity Golden Immortal... late stage... middle stage... early stage...

In the end, he couldn't even maintain the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm, falling directly to Grand Unity Golden Immortal!

He had crippled his cultivation!

Hongjun's single strike was more agonizing 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 so ruthless!"

Luohu's eyes turned bloodshot as he stared intently at Hongjun, his gaze filled with a venom potent enough to change the very heavens and earth.

"I am helping you with this."

Hongjun withdrew his finger, saying calmly.

"By dispersing your demonic cultivation, which is entangled with karma, you will have a chance to re-enter the cycle of reincarnation and seek the Great Dao again. Otherwise, you will only stray further down this wrong path, with no hope of transcendence."

"I don't need you to lecture me!"

Luohu struggled to get up from the ground.

He looked at his hands, feeling the emptiness and weakness within him, his hatred reaching its peak.

He suddenly raised his head, casting a venomous glance at Hongjun, and then towards the distant Kunlun Mountain.

"Hongjun! The Three Pure Ones! And that little monster!"

"I will remember this humiliation today!"

"You just wait! As long as I'm alive, one day I'll make you pay for this with blood!"

Before his voice faded, his body suddenly turned into a mass of black mist, rushing towards the edge of the Primordial World and that film of chaos at an unbelievable speed.

He was actually trying to escape into the chaos!

Hongjun watched his retreating form but did not pursue.

He knew that although Luohu's cultivation had been crippled, as a former Chaos Demon God, he had plenty of means to save himself.

Moreover, his Dao heart was shattered and his foundation destroyed. Even if he escaped into the chaos, he wouldn't be able to stir up much trouble.

Today's battle marked the decline of the Demonic Path and the rise of the Dao.

The general trend of the Primordial World had been set.

Hongjun withdrew his gaze, waved his hand, and collected the Four Swords of Zhu Xian, which had fallen to the ground and lost most of their ferocity, into his sleeve.

Then, he turned around and looked in the direction of Kunlun Mountain.

A hint of an amused smile appeared on his face.

"Now, it's time to go meet that interesting little fellow."