Chaos Reversal

Before the stone gate, green clouds flowed.

Li Yan stood at the edge of the high platform, the "Chaos Reversal" sword in his hand hanging by his side, its tip three inches from the ground. The grey-green vertical pupil was slowly rotating, peering at the surrounding world.

His spiritual sense was not blocked by the Mountain Protection Array, spreading outwards like mercury pouring onto the ground.

Outside the Central Continent Immortal Realm, it was already a scene of carnage.

The minions of the Four Ancient Gods had completed their encirclement.

To the east, Bloodline Emperor Lord's Blood Legion remained, with endless Blood Corpses and mutated creatures filling every ravine.

To the west, Vast Void Dao Ancestor's Sitting Forget Believers had constructed illusory pavilions, within which countless shadows, indistinguishable from reality, shuttled back and forth.

To the south, amidst Joyful Union Dao Mother's Pink Mist, seductive music emanated, the Desire Demonic Obstacle capable of melting metal and stone.

To the north, Wondrous Mercy True Lord's Corrupted Legion was spreading plague, the earth festering, and vegetation withering.

These four forces had surrounded the Central Continent, making it impossible to escape.

The air was filled with a mixed scent of sulfur, rotten flesh, face powder, and burnt paper.

The light screen of the Mountain Protection Array, under the erosion of these forces, let out creaking sounds of being unable to bear the load, flickering unsteadily.

Li Yan withdrew his gaze, his expression calm.

He turned around and looked at the group of disciples still kneeling on the ground behind him.

Long Yue, Jin Mie, Ao Jiao, Ao Yan, Purple Micro Star Lord, Xuan Yue War Marshal, and Ye Qinghan, who had just rushed back.

Their gazes, without exception, were all focused on the long sword in his hand.

The sword body was entirely dark red, with golden Divine Blood flowing within, as if it possessed life.

The vertical pupil at the sword guard emitted a heart-palpitating chill.

This was a Living Weapon.

It constantly exuded a High Rank oppressive aura, the majesty belonging to an ancient god, yet it was forcibly blended and suppressed by another more domineering power.

"This is... the Emperor Lord's Arm?"

Ao Jiao murmured in a low voice, the True Dragon Bloodline within her trembling.

Having once directly faced the Emperor Lord's pressure, she was most sensitive to this aura.

Even though it had been refined into a sword, the fear originating from the Soul Depth could not be completely eliminated.

"Not just an arm."

The hazy moon's gaze was like a torch, fixed on the grey-green eye on the sword's body.

"There's still the Vast Void Dao Ancestor's aura within."

"Master actually forged the power of two ancient gods into one."

The female disciples exchanged glances privately, their eyes filled with shock and curiosity.

They were speculating about the sword's might.

Would it use the overbearing nature of Bloodline to shatter the void, or the cunning of Vast Void to twist reality?

Or perhaps, it was some kind of Forbidden Method they couldn't comprehend at all?

The disciples' hushed whispers didn't escape Li Yan's ears.

He looked at the undisguised curiosity and anticipation in their eyes, the corners of his mouth curving upwards.

"What."

Li Yan spoke, his voice clear and resonant.

"Are you all waiting for your Master to make a move?"

The disciples' bodies trembled, and they quickly lowered their heads, yet couldn't resist stealing glances from the corners of their eyes.

"Disciple... is indeed curious."

Ao Jiao, slightly bolder, replied with a stiffened neck.

"With such a Divine Weapon appearing, it will surely make those Four Gods' minions turn to ash."

"We wish to see Master perform One Sword Splits Heaven and Reorganize Mountains and Rivers."

Li Yan smiled.

There was no killing intent in that smile; instead, it exuded an unfathomable depth.

He raised his hand and gently flicked the dark red sword body.

Zheng.

A clear, resonant sword cry rang out again. The Vertical Pupil on the sword's hilt suddenly widened, shooting out a grey light.

"Turn to ash?"

Li Yan shook his head.

"Slaughter is the lowest form of method."

"Since you want to see, then watch closely."

"Why this sword is called 'Chaos Reversal'."

Li Yan walked slowly to the very front of the high platform.

At this time, the assault outside the Mountain Protection Array intensified.

Several giant Flesh Puppets were smashing against the light screen, each impact causing the earth to shake.

Li Yan did not unleash earth-shattering spiritual energy, nor did he summon vast celestial phenomena.

He simply raised the long sword in his hand casually.

The sword tip pointed towards the dense enemy army outside the array.

"Reverse."

Two simple words.

No world-shattering explosions, no sword energy tearing through the sky.

Only a faint, almost imperceptible grey ripple spread outwards from the sword tip as the center.

This ripple penetrated the Mountain Protection Array, passed through rock and air, and gently brushed over the monstrous creatures.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

A Flesh Puppet at the forefront, its raised bone hammer halted mid-air.

Its grotesque body, stitched together from countless corpses, did not disintegrate upon contact with the grey ripple.

Instead, a more bizarre transformation occurred.

The festering wounds on its body began to heal rapidly.

Its twisted limbs started to rearrange themselves, returning to normal human form.

The eyes, originally filled with bloodlust and brutality, actually began to clear.

The red light in its eyes faded, replaced by confusion and clarity.

Then.

The ripple spread across the entire eastern battlefield.

The Blood Corpses, which had completely lost their minds and devolved into mindless biters, began to shed large patches of dead skin.

Beneath the dead skin, new flesh was rosy and lustrous.

They stopped roaring.

They looked at their hands, touching their faces.

Memories surged back like a tide.

"What... what's wrong with me?"

"Didn't I die in Xianyang?"

"Where is this place?"

This was only the beginning.

The gray ripples continued to spread outward, sweeping over the demon-fallen cultivators of the Great Qin Immortal Kingdom.

Their bodies were originally filled with berserk Death Seed Qi, which would deplete their lifespan and even cause them to lose their minds once used.

But under the sword's point.

That Death Seed Qi instantly reversed within their meridians.

Death qi turned into life force.

Berserkness turned into gentleness.

Their Dantians, which were on the verge of depletion, were now filled with pure immortal spiritual power.

A Golden Core Cultivator, whose face was covered in tumors and who was frantically attacking the great formation, felt his body lighten.

The tumors on his face fell off, revealing his original handsome face.

He dazedly held the Magic Treasure in his hand, feeling the long-lost, peaceful aura of orthodox immortal dao within his body.

"My Dao heart... it's back?"

He trembled and knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face.

The shock of this resurrection was far more profound than death itself.

The ripples were still spreading.

Sweeping over the Pink Mist in the south.

The beings trapped in the mire of desire, who were slaughtering each other, instantly regained clarity in their eyes.

They looked at the unbearable scenes around them, covered their faces in shame, put on their clothes again, sat down cross-legged, and recited the Heart-Cleansing Mantra.

The lewd laws planted by the Joyful Union Dao Mother were forcibly reversed into a holy will of ascetic cultivation.

The sword swept across the Plague Land in the north.

The festering earth instantly sprouted tender green shoots.

The withered trees put forth branches and leaves anew.

The patients whose bodies were covered in sores saw their scabs fall off, their skin becoming smooth and flawless once more.

The decay and ruin spread by Wondrous Mercy True Lord were reversed into vibrant life and hope.

The sword swept across the Illusory Pavilions in the west.

The mirage-like buildings collapsed with a roar, revealing the barren Gobi Desert beneath.

The believers lost in false illusions awoke as if from a dream.

The haze in their eyes vanished, replaced by awe for reality.

The labyrinth of lies constructed by Vast Void Dao Ancestor appeared so pale and powerless beneath this sword strike.

Outside the entire Central Continent.

Millions of puppets, believers, and monsters controlled by the Four Gods.

Within a mere ten breaths.

All were reborn.

This was no longer a hell on earth.

Instead, it resembled a grand ascension ceremony.

No blood, no corpses.

Only countless beings kneeling on the ground, weeping tears of joy, having been granted new life.

They prostrated themselves towards the direction of the Central Continent, towards the figure in green robes standing on the high platform, pointing his sword to the sky.

It was a gratitude and worship originating from the Soul Depth.

More real and intense than the might of any deity.

On the high platform, there was dead silence.

Long Yue's sword nearly fell to the ground.

Ao Jiao's mouth hung open.

Although Ye Qinghan could not see, her Mind's Eye sensed the boundless vitality, and her entire body trembled.

They had imagined their Master would kill millions of enemies with a single sword strike.

They had imagined sword energy slashing across thirty thousand miles, annihilating all the Four Gods' Minions.

But they never dreamed.

That their Master's sword strike.

Would not take lives.

But "control," "corruption," and "despair."

He turned enemies into people.

Turned hell into the human world.

"This..."

The Dragon Lord stood to the side, watching the Qin citizens across the mountains and plains regain their clarity, tears streaming down his face.

He had once thought these citizens were beyond saving.

He had prepared to personally kill his former comrades.

But now.

Li Yan had accomplished in one sword strike what the Four Ancient Gods could not.

Reversing karma, reshaping the origin.

Li Yan slowly sheathed his sword.

The Vertical Pupil on the sword's hilt slowly closed, and the red light on the blade faded.

He turned around, looking at the stunned disciples, his tone still calm.

"Killing is easy, saving is hard."

"Destruction only requires power, but salvation requires law."

Li Yan looked up at the sky.

The four immensely arrogant wills of the ancient gods showed a hint of retreat at this moment.

Because they discovered.

Their foundation for survival—their believers and negative energy—

Had been "subverted" by Li Yan's sword strike.

This felt worse than killing them.