Ren Xiaoyao endured the excruciating pain throughout his body.
It was as if I were trapped in a raging Avici Purgatory soul.
Every inch of skin was being relentlessly devoured with a burning pain.
Like countless tiny yet intensely hot fire spirits, surrounded by raging flames that dance wildly across their bodies.
They brought hellish heat, scorching his skin until it was charred and cracked, with cracks crisscrossing his entire body like dried-up riverbeds.
Every Dao Wound was shocking, like a cruel mark etched by fate, telling the story of the hardships he had endured, and like the merciless carving knife of time, leaving indelible marks on his body.
Each meridian felt as if it were being repeatedly and violently struck by a massive hammer, causing the meridians to twist and deform at the points of impact.
It felt as if countless sharp, slender steel needles were piercing it densely and without gaps, each needle hitting a vital spot in the meridians.
The spiritual energy that Central Plains the meridians like a lively stream has now become difficult and chaotic.
It was as if a once surging, mighty river had suddenly encountered countless towering, jagged boulders blocking its path.
The river surged, creating a turbulent whirlpool powerful enough to devour everything. The whirlpool contained a powerful tearing force that could sweep the life force within him into an endless Dark Abyss at any moment, causing him to sink into utter ruin.
Just as those black beams of light, carrying a terrifying power capable of destroying the heavens and the earth, were about to strike him with the force of a collapsing mountain, they were about to strike him at the last moment.
In his mind, which was slightly Primordial Chaos from enduring extreme pain, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared, like a sharp lightning bolt piercing through the dark night sky and tearing apart layers of gloom.
This flash of inspiration was like a bright lamp suddenly lit in the endless darkness of a desperate situation. Although the light was faint, it seemed to contain endless hope of turning the tide and rewriting destiny.
It is deeply rooted in his keen intuition accumulated over many years of hardship and life-or-death trials on his cultivation path, as well as his subtle understanding of the Law of Space, which, though small, always shines tenaciously and has never been extinguished.
These insights, like brilliant pearls hidden at the bottom of the deep ocean of consciousness, are usually buried by layers of silt and sand, unknown to others.
At this critical moment of life and death, he seemed to be awakened by a mysterious and powerful force from the depths of his soul. They burst forth from the ground, shining like stars in the sky of his mind, guiding him towards a glimmer of hope in this desperate situation.
This flash of inspiration was a burst of precious experience accumulated from countless struggles and explorations in adversity, a crystallization of wisdom formed from the intense desire for survival deep in his soul.
In the face of life and death, he desperately mobilized the little spiritual power he had left, which flickered like a candle in the wind and could be extinguished at any moment.
Driven by his unwavering will, this spiritual energy painstakingly converged along his meridians towards the specific pathways through which he would perform the Spatial Shift Technique.
His body trembled violently from the excessive exertion, every muscle spasming, as if he were engaged in a life-or-death struggle with Death God.
Each tremor aggravated the wound, bringing excruciating pain, as if a million ants were gnawing at his body.
Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead like broken beads, mingling with the blood seeping from his wounds, and slowly sliding down his dusty, scarred, and haggard face.
The drops fell to the ground, instantly spreading a shocking crimson stain, as if the earth were the sorrowful tears left by this fierce battle, or as if it were quietly lamenting his fate.
With the difficult infusion of spiritual energy, he finally unleashed that extremely rare and not yet fully mastered Spatial Shift Technique, a hidden gem like a pearl shrouded in dust.
The moment he cast the spell, a faint, almost imperceptible halo appeared around his body, a sign that the Law of Space had been manipulated. The halo flickered, as if it were waging a weak but tenacious battle against the surrounding Dark Power.
In an instant, Ren Xiaoyao's figure became ethereal and elusive.
As if gently shrouded in a hazy, unpredictable, dream-like veil, the whole person looks as if it is nothing, real or illusory, as if it will dissipate into the invisible at any time and merge into the vast world.
The surrounding space seemed to be being arbitrarily twisted and folded wildly by a terrifying, invisible hand from the beginning of Primordial Chaos, with unimaginable power.
The folds of space resembled surging, overwhelming waves, one after another, emitting a chilling, bone-chilling creaking sound that seemed capable of shattering the soul.
The sound was like the desperate groan of space itself as it endured unbearable pain, or like it was desperately resisting this tyrannical and forceful change, as if the order of the entire world had been shattered at this moment.
In this wildly distorted space, the light also becomes chaotic and disordered, with all sorts of strange, bizarre, and incomprehensible light and shadow intertwining and colliding to form a series of dazzling and absurd scenes that seem to come from another world.
It makes one feel as if they are in a chaotic, upside-down, Space-time Distortion dream world, causing mental confusion.
The surrounding air seemed to be drawn into a huge vortex, forming visible turbulent air currents that relentlessly cut through everything around them, emitting a sharp whistling sound.
The Mysterious Expert's eyes widened in utter astonishment, almost bulging out of their sockets, filled with disbelief.
Ren Xiaoyao's figure was like a wisp of light smoke, drifting in the wind, delicate yet resilient, within the impenetrable, steel-like Death Net constructed from interwoven Black Chains and black beams of light.
With extraordinary keen intuition and courage, they found a tiny, almost imperceptible crack, like a pitying smile that fate had inadvertently revealed in this desperate situation.
Then they forced their way out.
The gap was as small as a needle tip, so narrow that only his figure could barely pass through. A slight misstep would lead to failure and plunge him back into utter ruin.
Ren Xiaoyao is like a nimble and agile fish, moving freely in turbulent waters, relying on its tenacious survival instinct.
In that critical, life-or-death moment, when time seemed to stand still, he relied on his Unbending Will and burning desire to live to narrowly escape through that tiny crack.
It was as if they had just narrowly escaped Gates of Hell and miraculously returned, filled with the relief of surviving a catastrophe and a firm belief in the future.
As he passed through the crevice, he could feel the surrounding Dark Power slicing through his body like sharp thorns, causing a stinging pain. But he gritted his teeth and, with sheer willpower, forced his way through.
Immediately afterwards, a deep, muffled explosion, as if from the depths of hell, resounded.
The sound was like the roar of an ancient behemoth in its extreme rage, about to destroy the world, carrying a boundless power capable of annihilating everything and turning everything to dust.
The shock caused the surrounding air to vibrate violently, as if boiling water were being shaken, and the air itself seemed to be distorted and deformed, forming visible ripples.
The place that had originally trapped Ren Xiaoyao was completely pierced through by the black beam of light with overwhelming force.
The immense Energy Impact, like a raging tsunami, blasted a massive, bottomless crater into the surrounding ground, a crater that seemed to lead to the depths of hell.
Earth and Stone flew in all directions like cannonballs, Earth and Stone even being propelled high into the air by the powerful impact.
Then, accompanied by a howling wind, it fell like a meteorite, crashing to the ground and kicking up clouds of dust, as if a torrential rain of Earth and Stone had been poured down.
Smoke and dust billowed up, resembling a dark, gloomy, and oppressive mushroom cloud that made it hard to breathe. It instantly obscured the entire sky and lingered for a long time, as if casting a shadow of despair over the world.
Amidst the thick smoke and dust, a pungent, nauseating odor permeated the air—the lingering scent of the energy explosion, a silent witness to this breathtaking and brutal battle.
It silently records all of this, witnessing the capriciousness and cruelty of fate.
The surrounding trees were uprooted by the powerful force, their trunks snapped in half, and their branches and leaves flew everywhere, as if a green disaster had struck.
Upon seeing this, the Mysterious Expert let out a cold snort.
The voice was deep and cold, like an icicle that had remained unmelted for a thousand years and was as hard as a rock suddenly breaking in the cold night, echoing in the air with a chill that made one's spine go cold and seemed to freeze one's soul.
It was as if it wanted to freeze all life around it instantly, plunging the world into eternal silence.
His eyes were filled with resentment and anger, like two raging, intensely hot Black Flames capable of devouring everything in the world.
The flames seemed to contain an endless desire for destruction, as if they wanted to burn Ren Xiaoyao to ashes immediately, making him disappear from this world completely and cleanly, without leaving a trace, as if this could erase the shame and resentment in his heart.
His figure flashed, like a black lightning bolt tearing through the void and Sky-Rending Strike. His speed was so fast that it was almost impossible for the naked eye to catch his trace, and even light seemed to be distorted by his speed.
He then set off swiftly in the direction Ren Xiaoyao had escaped.
His figure flashed through the air like a ghost, leaving a brief and blurry black afterimage, like Space-time Rift, as if it were a concrete manifestation of his inner anger and resentment.
It lingered in the air for a long time, telling of his obsession, an obsession as hard as steel, difficult to shake.
As he sped along, he muttered incantations, and the Dark Power around him grew increasingly intense, as if he wanted to assimilate everything around him into his Dark World.
However, just as he was preparing to take that decisive step in the pursuit...
A mysterious and powerful Restraining Force suddenly surged from the ground like a raging fountain, like a pair of invisible yet indestructible giant hands from Ancient Gods power, instantly binding his feet tightly.
This Restraining Force came without warning, extremely suddenly, as if the world itself, at a critical moment, instinctively launched a strong rejection and resistance against this Dark Power, a judgment of the World Laws against evil forces.
The Mysterious Expert felt a sudden tightening beneath his feet. An overwhelming force, seemingly originating from the Cosmic Origin, instantly locked him in place. His body was frozen in place, unable to move an inch, as if sealed within the River of Time.
His face instantly darkened, becoming as oppressive and suffocating as the dark clouds before a storm, a sky so black it seemed ready to collapse at any moment, as if ink could drip from it.
His facial muscles twitched violently with anger and shock, his features seemed to twist together, becoming ferocious and terrifying, like a demon from hell.
He tried to mobilize the Dark Power around him to break free from the restraints. The Dark Power surged and swirled beneath his feet, but it was as if he had hit an invisible wall and was bounced back, stirring up ripples of black energy.
He looked down and saw that ancient and mysterious runes had quietly appeared on the ground.
These runes emitted a faint yet tenacious light, seemingly capable of resisting all darkness, intertwining and merging to form an incomparably powerful and indestructible Imprisonment Array.
The runes have smooth lines and are full of mysterious charm. Some are winding and twisting, and are exceptionally agile, like serpents shuttling through a time tunnel. They seem to be dancing with obscure incantations in accordance with some ancient and mysterious rhythm that transcends Mortals understanding.
Some resemble divine birds soaring through the sky, exuding boundless majesty and power, carrying a transcendent and supreme aura, as if they came from the Deities.
Others are Ancient Totems that are mysterious and contain the ultimate secrets of the universe, containing the most primitive and profound secrets of heaven and earth, allowing people to glimpse the origin of the world.
As the runes flickered, it seemed as if Ancient Incantations were being chanted softly, the sound deep and resonant, as if traversing an endless tunnel of time, originating from the deepest part of the River of Time, a powerful echo of the Will of Heaven and Earth.
He exuded an unquestionable majesty and power, as if the rules of the universe were issuing him a warning.
These runes, like living things, writhed slightly, constantly drawing upon the pure energy of heaven and earth to reinforce the Imprisonment Array, rendering the Mysterious Expert's struggles futile.
The Mysterious Expert's face was terrifyingly grim, and his hands rapidly formed hand seals.
The movements were as smooth and natural as flowing water, yet they carried a fierce and resolute air, a determination to achieve the goal at all costs, as if trying to break free from this sudden, nightmarish constraint.
His hands moved rapidly through the air at a dazzling speed that almost exceeded the limits of human vision, leaving afterimages as if weaving an invisible yet powerful net in the air.
Under his powerful manipulation, the surrounding Dark Power surged forth like a raging, unstoppable black tide, seemingly capable of engulfing the entire world, and crashed madly towards the Imprisonment Array.
Each impact was accompanied by a violent energy fluctuation, as if it would shake the entire world and cause stars to fall.
However, this Imprisonment Array was extremely troublesome and difficult to deal with. It turned out to be a stubborn resistance spontaneously launched by this world against his Dark Power at a critical moment. It was a silent battle between justice and evil in the world.
Although the Mysterious Expert Human Emperor Reincarnated Body, his strength is extraordinary and saintly. He can change the world with every move he makes and possesses a powerful force that makes all things in the world awe, as if he can control the cycle of life and death.
However, he could not break free from the shackles of this power of heaven and earth for the time being, and could only watch helplessly as Ren Xiaoyao escaped. He gritted his teeth, and the anger in his heart was like a raging Flame Sect, burning brighter and brighter, almost completely devouring his reason. His reason was teetering on the brink of collapse in this flame of anger.
His teeth were clenched so hard they were grinding together, the sound particularly clear and jarring in the silent space, as if it were the most direct expression of his anger and resentment, a cry against the injustice of fate.
As he struggled and cursed, the Dark Power, out of his control, formed black vortexes around him, constantly devouring everything in its path.
Ren Xiaoyao emerged from the Space Cracks in a disheveled state.
At this point, he had no idea where he was.
He felt completely unfamiliar with his surroundings. The air was filled with a rich and refreshing spiritual Spiritual Qi that seemed to cleanse his soul. The Spiritual Qi was so dense that it appeared to have materialized, like a gentle mist that clung tightly to his side.
With a gentle inhale, I felt every pore on my body leap with joy, and my fatigue and pain seemed to lessen in that instant, as if it were Healing Power bestowed by the Deities.
He took a deep breath, and the rich, mellow, and naturally fragrant Spiritual Qi slowly flowed into his lungs through his respiratory tract, then spread throughout his body like a gentle stream.
It was as if a warm spring had flowed onto the parched, cracked earth, instantly bringing forth vibrant life and vitality, giving his nearly exhausted and dying body a renewed sense of life, as if he had grasped the last straw in his desperate situation.
He looked around and saw that the mountains in front of him were undulating and continuous, like a giant dragon that had been sleeping for countless years and was about to awaken, capable of changing the world, lying across the vast land.
The mountains are covered with lush vegetation, with all kinds of trees growing verdantly, like a magnificent, vibrant green cloak draped over a giant dragon, shimmering with the light of life. A gentle breeze blows, and the leaves rustle.
It sounded like the soft snores of a sleeping dragon, or perhaps it was whispering ancient stories of this land.
The trees provide ample shade, their branches rustling softly in the breeze, as if whispering of the tranquility and peace of this world. The sound is gentle and soothing, like a mother's tender murmur in one's ear, bringing a sense of peace to the heart.
A gentle breeze caressed his face, carrying away his weariness and pain, and bringing him a long-lost sense of comfort. It was as if all his troubles and pains were gradually dissipating in the gentle breeze, like ice and snow melting under the Warm Sun spring sun.
He saw a flock of colorful birds singing merrily on a branch not far away. Their clear and melodious songs added a touch of vitality to this tranquil world.
A clear mountain spring flows gently, its water so clear that the stones and gravel at the bottom are clearly visible.
The sound of the flowing spring water is melodious and pleasant, like a beautiful movement composed by nature, full of lively notes. Every note is full of vitality, as if playing a hymn about hope and rebirth.
The spring water meanders down the mountain, forming a series of small waterfalls. The waterfalls fall into the pool below, splashing up layers of snow-white, crystal-clear water droplets.
Under the sunlight, the water droplets shimmered with colorful, dreamlike light, like dazzling gems gifted by nature, or Star Fragments scattered from the sky.
In the distance, a waterfall cascades down from the sky like a silver ribbon, its powerful force plunging into a deep pool, splashing up layers of white water droplets. Under the sunlight, the water droplets shimmer with iridescent colors, creating a dreamlike scene.
The roar of the waterfall is like a stirring and awe-inspiring symphony, echoing through the valley and adding a majestic and powerful atmosphere to this tranquil place, making people feel the powerful force of nature, as if it can break through all obstacles.
Behind the waterfall, there seemed to be a cave entrance emitting a soft light, like stars twinkling in the night sky, faint yet mysteriously alluring, as if it were a gateway to another mysterious world, beckoning him to explore.
He noticed some unusual flowers and plants growing beside the waterfall, their petals glistening with dewdrops that, in the sunlight, resembled sparkling pearls.
Ren Xiaoyao's heart stirred, and he dragged his battered and bruised body, which seemed to be falling apart and every bone in it was groaning, toward the waterfall.
Every step was extremely difficult, as if my legs were filled with a thousand pounds of lead. Each step felt like a grueling, endless tug-of-war against an invisible, enormous resistance.
Each step seemed to require all his strength.
Blood continued to seep from the wound, staining his already tattered, dusty, and blood-stained clothes even redder, leaving a trail of shocking blood droplets behind him.
The drops of blood fell to the ground and were quickly absorbed, leaving only dark red marks, as if they were a silent record of the hardships he had endured along the way, or the traces of his life left on this unfamiliar land.
His steps were unsteady, and he nearly fell several times, but with his tenacious perseverance, he still managed to get closer and closer to the waterfall.
As he approached the waterfall, he discovered that the entrance to the cave behind it was covered with ancient runes.
These runes were remarkably similar to some records he had seen in ancient texts, seemingly indicating the extraordinary nature of this place.
The lines of the runes are fluid and mysterious, some like winding snakes, as if they are nimbly weaving through the gaps of time, pursuing ancient secrets.
Some resemble birds spreading their wings, carrying a yearning for freedom and transcendence, Divine Charm that breaks through all constraints.
It exudes an ancient and timeless aura, as if it were a faithful Guardians of time, silently witnessing the changing of countless seasons and the vicissitudes of the world.
These runes seem to be witnesses to the passage of time, silently guarding this cave and waiting for the destined one to arrive. They appear and disappear in the mist of the waterfall, adding to the mystery, as if telling him a story that has been sealed away for a long time.
He reached out and gently touched the runes, feeling a slight vibration emanating from them, as if they were communicating with him in some mysterious and secret way.