The embers of chaos slowly sank into the void, like the ashes of stars.
Qing Huan stood alone in this silence that had just been torn apart by his own hands, the World-Purifying White Lotus above him casting a clear glow.
However, it has a subtle crack originating from the full-force strike of the Hongmeng Measuring Heaven Ruler.
The Seven Symbols Umbrella receded, hovering silently, like the throne of a guardian deity.
The yin-yang eyes on his chest were as deep as an abyss, reflecting the tragic state of the shattered earth below.
Houtu was trapped deep in the scorched rift, her body covered in dark blue frost undulating slightly. Each difficult breath brought out blood foam mixed with ice crystals. The Hongmeng Measuring Heaven Ruler was stuck to the side, and the frozen chaotic runes were disintegrating extremely slowly, emitting a faint mournful sound like porcelain cracking.
Beneath the abyss, Gou Mang's charred body plummeted, with only a faint green light on his chest, seemingly about to be extinguished at any moment, stubbornly proving, like the last firefly in the abyss of despair, that the Ancestral Witch of Life had not completely vanished.
The deathly silence of this area is merely a tiny, insignificant microcosm of the entire Primordial Wilderness battlefield.
What the eye can see and what the eye can perceive is the true picture of purgatory.
The Primordial Wilderness weeps blood, heaven and earth grieve together.
The intensity of the Witch-Demon War had long surpassed the limits of racial survival, evolving into Great Tribulation capable of overturning the very foundations of the Primordial Wilderness.
Beyond the relatively "peaceful" battlefield where Qing Huan was located, what unfolded before my eyes was a shocking scene of Destruction:
Although the Great Formation of the Stars was not used, stars still fell and the Milky Way overflowed.
The sky was no longer a clear curtain, but was covered with huge, spiderweb-like cracks.
The once-brilliant Primordial Stars, now like pearls smashed by a mischievous child, trail long, eerily bright streaks as they relentlessly crash down upon the earth.
Each impact triggered a cataclysmic shockwave, sending up mushroom clouds carrying fragments of stars, malevolent energy from the earth's veins, and the resentment of living beings.
The Heavenly River Water poured down from the crack, the turbid torrent carrying with it the ruins of shattered palaces, fragments of divine weapons, and the corpses of countless demon soldiers Witch Clan, washing over the already ravaged land and forming vast, muddy swamps. It was the blood and tears of the Heavenly Realm.
The Primordial Earth, once a heavy and ancient bearer, is now riddled with holes and torn apart.
The majestic, continuous mountain range was cleaved in two by a tremendous force. The massive fault line, like a wound in the earth, was bottomless and spewed forth scorching Earth Fire and foul, stagnant Turbid Qi.
The earth's dragon vein energy, which originally nourished all things, was forcibly severed and detonated, causing large areas to become barren and desolate, turning them into dead lands where nothing grows and the laws of nature are disordered.
The fertile plains were reduced to scorched earth, flowing with highly toxic blood.
The vast forest groaned in the raging flames, turning into towering ashes.
Rivers changed course, lakes were overturned, and the cries of agony from the suffering of the people were drowned out by an even greater wave of devastation.
Everywhere you look, there are mountains of corpses Blood Sea.
The massive, mountain-like remains of the true body of the Witch Clan lay scattered about, some pierced by sharp weapons, some scorched by flames, and some cracked by ice. The rich essence of the Ancestral Witch blood seeped into the earth, carrying with it an aura of resentment and unwillingness.
The corpses of the demon race were also piled up like mountains, their gorgeous feathers stained with blood, their hard scales torn apart by immense force, and the light from their shattered demon cores flickering like candles in the wind.
The severed limbs of countless demon soldiers and sorcerers were mixed together, indistinguishable from one another, forming this extremely tragic and hellish scene.
The soaring resentment, death, and malevolent energy swirled and coalesced, forming a visible, sky-covering, blood-red cloud. Within it, countless twisted, vengeful faces roared silently, and even the pure radiance of the World-Purifying White Lotus could not completely purify it for a time.
The stench of blood was so intense it was almost solidified, a mixture of burnt, sulfurous, and deathly scents that permeated every corner of the shattered Primordial Wilderness.
On the distant battlefield, as far as the eye could see, a huge gap could be seen in Di Jun's "Great Sun Golden Wheel," which symbolized the power of the Greater Yang, and it floated dimly beside the broken Greater Yang chariot.
The figure of Eastern Emperor Taiyi holding the bell seemed to stagger slightly. The sound of the Chaos Bell carried a faint, almost imperceptible hoarseness, and its magnificent bell wall was stained with mottled bloodstains, whether from witches or demons, it was hard to tell.
On the Witch Clan's side, their aura was weak, and Zhurong's fiery domain shrank to a very small area with dim flames, clearly indicating that they had also suffered heavy damage.
Countless powerful fragments of Innate Spiritual Treasure were scattered across the battlefield, their spiritual essence lost, reduced to mere ordinary iron.
The traces of the Chaos Four Symbols Universe Great Formation and the Twelve Divine Fiend Array were already broken beyond recognition. The collision of these two ultimate foundations accelerated the collapse of the Primordial Wilderness.
The entire Primordial Wilderness lamentations and suffering, its vitality severely damaged.
The Witch and Demon Races, though seemingly still engaged in sporadic skirmishes, are in reality at their last gasp.
The accumulated foundation of Kalpa and the bloodline inheritance of countless powerful beings vanished in this insane war.
The surviving creatures, whether the Witch and Demon warriors who had miraculously survived or the Primordial Wilderness beings caught in the blast, had only numbness, fear, and despair in their eyes at the endless Destruction.
The primordial energy of heaven and earth was violently chaotic, and the chains of laws were broken and twisted. This Primordial Earth, which had given birth to countless legends, was groaning as it was overwhelmed and on the verge of collapse.
Qing Huan's indifferent gaze swept over the hellish panorama. The desperate cries of billions of living beings and the apocalyptic scene of the world collapsing could not stir even a ripple in his deep, unfathomable Yin-Yang eyes.
Their gaze finally settled on the faint green light emanating from the depths of the abyss.
Gou Mang, the Ancestral Witch who controls life force, possesses the most abundant vitality and is also one of the greatest threats to the demon race.
At this moment, this last spark of hope is like a candle flickering in the wind; it can be extinguished with the slightest touch.
Qing Huan slowly raised his hand.
There was no radiance gathering at the fingertips, nor could any fluctuations be observed.
But this simple gesture of raising a hand caused the remaining malevolent energy and vengeful spirits on the shattered battlefield to instinctively emit silent shrieks, as if they were sensing the imminent arrival of some chilling aura that would end everything.
The Seven Symbols Umbrella tilted slightly, its tip silently pointing towards the abyss.
There's no need to use any earth-shattering supernatural powers.
To deal with an Ancestral Witch very essence has been destroyed and who is left with only a wisp of life, a single drop of pure Yin-Yang Annihilation Power is enough to erase that last bit of struggling green light and completely end the trace of this Ancestral Witch's existence.
At the fingertips, a wisp of annihilation, more profound than chaos and more ultimate than nothingness, began to silently brew.
Even before this power was released, its invisible pressure had already frozen the Chaos Qi near the abyss, causing the laws of that area to solidify and collapse.
The green light in Gou Mang's heart seemed to have been thrown into an ice prison of absolute zero, its light instantly becoming shaky and uncertain, as if it would freeze and go out in the next second.
Houtu struggled to open her eyes a crack amidst the frost, her blurred vision catching Qing Huan's raised hand and the suddenly dimming green light in the abyss.
A hoarse gasp escaped her throat as she tried to struggle, to shout, to raise once more the Heaven Measuring Ruler frozen by the extreme yin and deathly silence, but the extreme cold and the severe damage from the backlash completely froze her will and ability to act.
Despair, like a cold, venomous snake, gnawed at her soul. All she could do was watch helplessly as her brother's last chance at life was about to be mercilessly extinguished.
Just as the ultimate annihilation power at Qing Huan's fingertip was about to burst forth and completely obliterate Gou Mang's remnant soul—
Dao Ancestor Hongjun has appeared...