In this world ravaged by war and spiritual energy, Ren Xiaoyao's aura surged, every muscle tensed, unleashing the power hidden deep within his soul as he poured all his strength into activating the Qilin Phantom.
The raging flames surrounding this Qilin Phantom were beyond imagination, so intense that even the void itself was scorched and rippled with twists, as if the most resilient Space Barrier in the world were as fragile as paper before it.
The flames surged and roared, carrying World-Ending Aura, as if they could completely overturn the order of the entire universe and engulf it in an endless Chaos Fire. With an unstoppable and indomitable momentum, they collided with the exquisite and unparalleled Golden Lotus Sword Qi of the Human Emperor Reincarnated Body every Sword Flower contained the High Antiquity Righteous Qi and the Supreme Principles of Heaven and Earth.
At the very moment of their collision, it was as if the workings of the universe were being violently interfered with by an invisible giant hand from the Depths of Chaos.
In an instant, time seemed to be Immobilization Curse, space itself became distorted beyond recognition, and all matter and energy seemed to solidify at that moment.
The wind stopped abruptly, birds froze in mid-air, and even the distant rushing river seemed to freeze. All sounds in the world, whether the faint chirping of insects or the thunderous roar, were brutally swallowed up by this terrifying power. All was silent, and the only thing left in the world was the chilling light emanating from the impending collision of flames and Sword Qi. This light was so dazzling that even the blazing sun high in the sky seemed like a dim candle, losing its former brilliance.
Immediately afterwards, a deafening roar suddenly exploded, the energy contained in this loud noise seemed capable of shattering the sky and plunging the earth into an endless abyss. The sound waves spread in all directions like a surging tide, one after another, even ancient mountain ranges thousands of miles away were shaken and boulders tumbled down, raising clouds of dust that blotted out the sky.
Flames and golden light, like the energy of a supernova exploded, flew wildly and chaotically in all directions. The blinding light could instantly scorch the eyes of Mortals, and the heat ignited the surrounding air, forming burning clouds of fire, as if it were a harbinger of the End of the World.
In the blink of an eye, a devastating Energy Storm raged outwards in a circle centered on the two of them, mercilessly engulfing everything in its path and pulverizing it.
Wherever this Energy Storm passed, it left behind a scene of utter desolation, like the end of the world.
The towering trees that had stood tall and straight all the way through countless years were now like weak and helpless blades of grass, being uprooted and thrown into the sky dozens of feet high by an invisible and violent giant hand.
Under the overwhelming, tearing force of the storm, the giant tree was instantly ripped into countless tiny pieces. These pieces fell in the air like snowflakes, resembling a desolate apocalyptic snowstorm filled with despair and sorrow. Each piece of wood was like a mournful tombstone of this once vibrant world, telling the story of past prosperity and present desolation.
On the ground, cracks spread wildly at an alarming speed imperceptible to the naked eye. They crisscrossed each other, like a giant, ever-expanding spider web, or like the hideous wounds torn open by the earth in its painful twisting, dividing this war-torn battlefield into fragments.
Dark red light seeped out from the cracks, carrying with it a pungent smell of sulfur and decay, like the earth's blood slowly flowing, foreshadowing that the world was irrevocably heading towards collapse, and all life and hope were gradually disappearing within these cracks.
The Human Emperor Reincarnated Body was struck by this overwhelming and irresistible force, causing him to stagger and retreat uncontrollably like a candle flickering in the wind.
His feet carved two deep furrows into the hard, iron-like ground, from which hot, magma-like substances slowly seeped out, radiating waves of heat.
Crimson blood slowly seeped from the corner of his mouth, sliding down his resolute chin and dripping onto the scorched earth, where it instantly evaporated in the intense heat.
His eyes, which were originally majestic and profound, as if they could see through the universe and the River of Time, were now filled with undisguised shock and extreme resentment.
In this brief but thrilling, life-or-death confrontation, he finally realized that Ren Xiaoyao's strength had far exceeded his wildest imagination and completely surpassed the limits of his understanding of the world's strongest.
He inwardly groaned. If the battle continued in this hopeless and passive manner, he feared he would not only be unable to escape unscathed, but might even perish in the battle, all his glory and mission vanishing into nothingness, becoming a mere insignificant memory in the Cosmic Dust.
At this critical moment of life and death, the Human Emperor Reincarnated Body suddenly roared to the sky. The roar was like that of a Primordial Chaos beast from the ancient primordial era, filled with endless unwillingness, anger, struggle and despair. The power contained in the voice even caused the surrounding space to tremble briefly, as if it was about to shake a gap in the space that imprisoned him.
The roar echoed across the vast battlefield for a long time, even penetrating layers of Space Barrier, startling the ancient divine Divine Beast that were sleeping in the endless Star River, causing them to let out uneasy roars.
Golden Spiritual Energy surged wildly around him, like a supervolcano about to erupt. The golden light was so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it. The intense light was so real that it made the surrounding air hiss as if it were being ignited, and a burnt smell filled the air.
His hands moved with incredible speed, forming hand seals. His ten fingers danced through the air like nimble light and shadow, each movement of his fingertips creating a Dao God rune.
These runes flashed through the air, leaving only a fleeting glimpse of light and shadow, yet they contained ancient and Mysterious Power fluctuations, as if telling the secrets of the beginning of the universe.
At the same time, he muttered incantations in a low and obscure voice, like Ancient Incantations that has existed since the beginning of the universe. Each syllable seemed to carry endless energy. As the incantation was chanted, a mysterious power from ancient times emanated from his body. This power made the surrounding space viscous, as if it were an endless swamp, in which no matter or energy could flow freely.
As this mysterious power spread, a strange ripple suddenly appeared in the void, which was originally as calm as a dead abyss. It was as if a strange stone from another world had been thrown into a calm, waveless cosmic lake, and the ripples spread out in a strange and distorted manner.
At first, the ripples were very weak, but as the power of the Human Emperor Reincarnated Body was injected, the ripples grew larger and stronger, and fine cracks began to appear in the surrounding space. The cracks flickered with strange light, as if leading to another dimension filled with unknown fear and endless danger.
Immediately afterwards, a phantom-like figure, yet exuding an overwhelming and suffocating sense of oppression, slowly emerged.
This figure was exactly the same as the Human Emperor Reincarnated Body, except that it radiated a purer, more powerful, and mysterious golden light. A sense of sacred majesty emanated from it, as if it were a sovereign descending from the altar of the universe. It was indeed the Human Emperor Clone.
The moment the Human Emperor Clone appeared, a terrifying sense of oppression, so intense it suffocated people and made their souls tremble, instantly spread out.
The surrounding space seemed unable to withstand the immense pressure of this force, which was beyond its limits. It began to twist and collapse in an extremely bizarre way, like a piece of paper that had been crumpled up by the cosmic force, becoming riddled with holes, twisted folds and deep cracks everywhere.
A crackling sound filled the air, as if space itself was being forcibly torn apart by this force. Tiny Black Cracks appeared and disappeared, their surfaces shimmering with eerie light, seemingly leading to another dimension filled with unknown fear and endless danger. The air around the cracks was frantically sucked in, emitting a sharp whistling sound, like the screams of wronged souls or the painful groans of the universe.
Ren Xiaoyao keenly felt this threat that was so powerful that it was almost desperate. His brows were furrowed tightly, forming a deep "chuan". His frowning brows seemed to be able to trap a fly. Fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and every drop of sweat evaporated instantly under this terrifying pressure.
But his gaze grew ever more resolute, revealing a fearless and resolute determination, as if declaring to the Human Emperor Clone, "No matter how powerful you are, I will never back down. Even if I am shattered to pieces, I will defend my dignity and beliefs and ensure that justice is served in this world."
He took a deep breath, calming his slightly rapid and disordered breathing caused by a mix of tension and excitement. He then channeled the surging, seemingly endless Myriad Beast Power within his body, raising it to its peak.
In an instant, he was surrounded by beastly shadows, with various lifelike phantoms of wild animals appearing and disappearing.
There was a majestic lion, its mane fluttering in the illusory wind, each hair seemingly containing Infinite Power, and its roar seemed capable of shattering the stars.
There are agile and nimble cheetahs, whose movements are light yet exude a deadly aura, and the afterimages they create when they run seem to pierce through time and space.
There are also colossal elephants with immense strength, their thick limbs seemingly capable of supporting the heavens and the earth, each step causing the ground to tremble.
Their roars intertwined, forming a powerful and majestic aura that could shake the heavens and the universe. It fiercely confronted the oppressive aura of the Human Emperor Clone, as if trying to break through the space that was on the verge of collapse, so that light and freedom could reappear, and the radiance of justice could shine on this land once again.
Without the slightest hesitation, the Human Emperor Clone flashed with a chilling, emotionless killing intent. In an instant, it transformed into a Golden Lightning and pounced towards Ren Xiaoyao at an unimaginable speed that defied the limits of physics.
Its speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to catch its form. All that could be seen was a long golden trail that tore through the void, leaving behind a dazzling, almost illusory light. That light seemed to completely dispel the darkness, yet it also carried endless danger, like a deadly ray in the universe. Wherever it went, space was cut with a tiny crack, as if it had been sliced by an invisible blade.
Upon seeing this, Ren Xiaoyao immediately brandished the longsword in his hand, which radiated a chilling light and seemed capable of severing all evil in the world. The Qilin Phantom on the sword reappeared, majestic and awe-inspiring, with flames raging all around. The flames seemed to come from the depths of hell, carrying endless resentment and Power of Destruction. Each flame was like a demon eager to devour everything, and the high temperature emitted as it leaped around distorted and deformed the surrounding air.
At the same time, with a thought, his powerful mental energy instantly spread out, like invisible tentacles, reaching every corner around him.
As if receiving a supreme command, the surrounding beasts roared deafeningly, their cries seeming to tear the sky apart. They surged towards the Human Emperor Clone like a tidal wave, attempting to use sheer numbers to hold back this terrifying and despair-inducing opponent. Their eyes gleamed with fanatical light—loyalty to their master and a thirst for battle. Each beast was like a warrior going to his death, fearless, charging headlong into an endless abyss without hesitation.
However, the power of the Human Emperor Clone was far too great, exceeding even Ren Xiaoyao's most extreme expectations.
A Golden Spear appeared out of thin air in its hand. The spear was long and exquisite, and its body was engraved with ancient runes. Each rune shimmered with a mysterious light, as if telling the story of the vicissitudes of the universe since its birth. Each rune contained endless energy, the crystallization of countless years.
The spearhead gleamed with a chilling light, as if it could pierce through all obstacles and penetrate everything in the world. The light seemed to freeze the soul, sending shivers down one's spine.
Each swing of the spear unleashed a sharp, invincible Golden Sword Qi. These Sword Qi crisscrossed, forming a Net of Death that shredded everything in their path.
Those beasts that charged forward were like fragile pieces of paper before this invincible Sword Qi, and were all cut down on the spot.
In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, and warm beast blood sprayed onto the ground, gathering into small rivers of blood. A pungent, fishy smell permeated the rivers of blood, making people want to vomit.
The battlefield was filled with a strong, pungent, and nauseating stench of blood. The smell seemed to penetrate deep into one's soul, sending chills down one's spine, as if one were in a hellish sea of blood, where every inch of air was permeated with the aura of death and despair.
Ren Xiaoyao's heart sank. He clearly realized the severity of the situation and that it had reached a critical moment of life and death, but he did not back down in the slightest.
He knew all too well that if he were to feel fear at this moment, he would be doomed to eternal damnation, sinking into an abyss from which there would be no hope of recovery.
He concentrated all his attention, his eyes fixed on the Human Emperor Clone's every move, not missing a single subtle action or expression, carefully observing its attack rhythm, trying to find even the slightest flaw.
His eyes were as focused as a cheetah locking onto its prey, not missing a single detail, and every flicker of his gaze seemed to be calculating the best moment to strike.
Finally, during a lull in the Human Emperor Clone's attack, a barely perceptible glint flashed in Ren Xiaoyao's sharp, eagle-like eyes. He spotted a fleeting opportunity, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky. This glimmer of hope, like a ray of dawn in the darkness, ignited the Fire of Hope in his heart, instantly igniting a fighting spirit in his previously heavy heart.
Without hesitation, he launched his attack, his entire being like a black meteor, carrying an indomitable and fearless spirit, charging towards the Human Emperor Clone.
The longsword in his hand, imbued with the Qilin Phantom and carrying Infinite Power, pierced fiercely towards the chest of the Human Emperor Clone.
The Human Emperor Clone seemed to sense the deadly danger as well. A hint of tension appeared on its face, which had been as calm as still water, and a trace of panic flashed in its eyes. It hurriedly held the spear in its hand in front of it to defend itself.
However, Ren Xiaoyao's attack concentrated all his strength, coupled with the powerful enhancement of the Qilin Phantom, making its power unimaginable. The impact caused the Human Emperor Clone's arm to tremble slightly, and the spear was instantly bent and deformed. The runes on the spear also dimmed, as if it was about to shatter under this power. Fine cracks began to spread on the spear, indicating that this divine weapon was about to succumb to the powerful impact.
"Boom!" A deafening roar made people's eardrums ache, as if it would rupture them. The powerful sound waves even created visible ripples in the air, which spread outwards, distorting and deforming the surrounding air.
The longsword clashed with the spear, and the shockwave generated by the powerful collision forced the Human Emperor Clone to retreat repeatedly. Deep footprints, each several feet deep, were left beneath his feet. The surrounding ground even bulged up due to the force, forming small mounds. The stones on the mounds were shattered and turned into dust, scattering into the air.
Taking advantage of the momentum, Ren Xiaoyao unleashed a furious barrage of attacks, his sword strikes raining down on the Human Emperor Clone. One move followed another without pause, each imbued with his thirst for victory and his fury towards his enemy. Every swing of his sword created a powerful gust of wind, whipping up dust that billowed into the sky, forming a dense, oppressive cloud of dust. Within this cloud, sword shadows flickered, their light dazzling, like a magnificent yet deadly dance.
The Human Emperor Clone gradually found itself in a difficult situation of passive defense. The originally dazzling golden light on its body began to dim, like a lamp about to be extinguished, swaying uncertainly in the gale. The light became weaker and weaker, as if it would be swallowed by darkness at any moment. Every time it resisted Ren Xiaoyao's attack, its light weakened a little, and its power dissipated as well.
The Human Emperor Reincarnated Body witnessed this scene and was greatly shocked. His face was filled with shock and worry, and his eyes revealed a trace of despair.
He never expected that Ren Xiaoyao would be so tenacious and so powerful, that even the powerful, almost invincible Human Emperor Clone could not withstand his attacks.
His hands clenched unconsciously, his nails digging deep into his palms, blood dripping from between his fingers, yet he remained completely unaware.
His heart was filled with fear—fear of impending failure, fear that his mission would not be accomplished.
He knew that if things continued in this hopeless manner, the Human Emperor Clone would be destroyed by Ren Xiaoyao, and he himself would be trapped in a desperate situation with no hope of redemption.
So, he endured the excruciating pain emanating from his body. Every bit of pain felt like a sharp knife churning inside him, as if his internal organs were being torn apart. Every breath was accompanied by piercing pain, but he gritted his teeth and once again channeled his spiritual power, trying to provide support to the Human Emperor Clone and salvage the precarious situation that was on the verge of complete collapse.
He mobilized every last bit of spiritual energy within his body, his forehead covered in beads of sweat, each drop shimmering with golden light—his last hope. His body trembled slightly, whether from pain or inner fear, he didn't know, but he still stood there resolutely, trying to make a final struggle.
However, Ren Xiaoyao was now completely engrossed in the frenzy of battle.
He sensed the dawn of victory ahead, a ray of hope that illuminated his heart and fueled his fighting spirit, burning fiercely as if it would set the whole world ablaze.
His eyes gleamed with a mad light, an extreme thirst for victory; every glance seemed to pierce through the enemy's defenses and reveal their weaknesses.
He unleashed the Myriad Beast Power to its fullest extent, and the spiritual energy within his body surged into the longsword like a surging, ceaseless tide.
Under his frenzied attacks, the Human Emperor Clone's defenses finally showed a flaw, and a tiny crack appeared on its Golden Shield. That crack was like a seed of hope, taking root and sprouting in Ren Xiaoyao's heart.
The crack grew larger and larger, like a fissure in the darkness, foreshadowing that the scales of victory were beginning to tip in Ren Xiaoyao's favor. Each attack widened the crack further, as if tearing apart the enemy's last line of defense.
Ren Xiaoyao seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and unleashed his strongest move.
He raised his longsword high, and the Qilin Phantom on the sword instantly expanded several times, becoming even more majestic. The flames around him burned even more fiercely, and the temperature rose sharply, igniting the surrounding air and making crackling sounds, as if the air itself was burning and exploding under this terrifying heat.
The surrounding space was distorted and deformed by this powerful force, like a warped mirror, reflecting the surrounding scenery in an extremely eerie way. Countless distorted lights and shadows appeared in the space, as if different time and space were intersecting.
Then, he roared, his voice resounding through the sky, as if it could break through the shackles of heaven and earth. This roar even made the surrounding space tremble and pause briefly. Time and space seemed to be shaken by his power at this moment.
He brought his longsword down fiercely.
A massive Kirin Flame Sword Qi hurtled toward the Human Emperor Clone, tearing space apart in its wake and leaving a long Black Cracks. The rift shimmered with an eerie light, as if leading to another unknown and dangerous world filled with endless mysteries. The rift was like a wound in the universe, emanating a chilling aura.
The space around the crack continued to collapse, forming small Black Hole that devoured all surrounding matter and energy. Strange sounds emanated from the Black Hole, as if imprisoned souls were struggling in agony.