At the bottom of the Chaos Sea lies a deathly stillness accumulated over hundreds of millions of years, as thick as solidified ink.
Every inch of space is sealed with the fear of the primordial era.
In this realm forgotten by time, even the Chaos Qi chaos has condensed into a gelatinous undercurrent.
The suspended Chaos Crystal resembled petrified stars, their surfaces covered with ancient Dao Patterns symbolizing eternal imprisonment.
The Dao Patterns glowed with a bluish-gray light, like seals engraved by Ancient Gods, silently proclaiming the power of forbidden things.
Dark purple threads, like a spiderweb, are entwined between the crystals, resembling the blood vessels of a sleeping behemoth, occasionally pulsating faintly.
Each pulse was accompanied by a deep hum, like the murmur of an ancient behemoth in its slumber, stirring up an indescribable power deep within the Chaos Sea.
In an instant, a piercing shriek, like tearing silk, exploded simultaneously from all directions in the Void.
Wherever the sound waves passed, the Chaos Qi surged violently like boiling molten iron.
The sound was like the shattered Chaos Womb Membrane Pangu's Sky-Opening, carrying with it the wails and resentment of High Antiquity Gods and Devils as they fell.
It distorted and deformed the Chaos Law within Fang Yuan of millions of miles.
The space cracked like Shattered Mirror, with countless spiderweb-like cracks spreading rapidly.
The Time Flow Rate becomes disordered at this moment, forming a series of time vortexes.
Tiny Space-time Fragments kept breaking off from the vortex, falling into the Chaos Sea and emitting mournful cries like those of an infant.
The sound was shrill and desperate, as if time and space itself were making their final cry.
The trajectory of the falling Space-time Fragments left behind a faint blue light, like the tear stains left by bygone years in the void.
Upon touching the surface of the Chaos Crystal, Black Liquid began to seep out from the Dao Patterns, emitting a putrid odor.
These Black Liquid meandered through the seawater, creating eerie ripples in the Chaos Sea wherever they went, like countless eyes opening in the darkness.
Dark purple mist surged out from the void rift, like Primordial Giant Beast breaking free of its shackles.
Every wisp of mist was accompanied by the howls of countless wronged souls, and the pungent smell of sulfur was mixed with the sweet, rotten flesh.
The incantations solidified in the air, endlessly repeating the ancient prophecies of "destruction," "reincarnation," and "eternal calamity."
These incantations moved like living things, and wherever they went, the waters of the Chaos Sea shimmered with eerie Phosphorus Fire.
The surface of the viscous liquid was covered with dense skull patterns, as if the entire sea had been transformed into Altar for the dead.
As the mist surged and condensed, the faint sound of chains snapping could be heard, accompanied by the shrieks of countless wronged souls.
It seems that some ancient evil being that has been suppressed is breaking free of its shackles.
Blurry figures occasionally flashed through the mist; these were ancient, sealed vengeful spirits, stretching out their withered arms, trying to grasp anything they could cling to.
The Black Liquid dripping from the vengeful spirit's fingertips exploded into dark, Poison Flower upon entering the Chaos Sea.
A distorted human face appeared on the petal, emitting a sharp sobbing sound.
As the Poison Flower bloomed, the atmosphere in the entire Chaos Sea became increasingly oppressive, as if an invisible hand was tightening its control over this sea area.
Eventually, the fog condensed into solid form.
The Demon Emperor slowly appeared, stepping on the eerie light emanating from the turning Blood-Colored Gears. Each turn of the gears was accompanied by a sound like bones shattering.
The Mars that flew up landed and became burning skulls.
Even after landing, the skulls continued to grin, their empty eye sockets flickering with eerie green flames, leaping wildly toward Ren Xiaoyao.
The skull runes on the Demon Emperor's black robes spewed Ethereal Blue Ghost Fire, and tiny human faces appeared on the surface of the runes, sometimes twisting and howling, sometimes laughing savagely.
It swallowed up all the surrounding light.
Wherever it passed, space rippled like a corroded mirror.
Even the viscous waters of the Chaos Sea were scalded with countless holes, and black poisonous smoke billowed up from them.
The poisonous smoke coalesced in the air into a gigantic, grotesque face, its hollow eye sockets brimming with blood and tears, as it roared in unison at Ren Xiaoyao: "You can't escape!"
That face, which bore a striking resemblance to Ren Xiaoyao's, was now completely consumed by twisted malice, its lips splitting to its ears, revealing gleaming white fangs.
His eyes blazed with a mad, destructive flame. " Ren Xiaoyao, what you severed was merely an empty shell. The true cause and effect are only now beginning to be settled!"
The Demon Emperor's voice was deep and hoarse, as if it came from the Abyss of Nine Nether, filled with endless resentment and madness.
As the words fell, the surrounding space seemed to groan as if it were being squeezed by an invisible giant hand.
The groans of the space intertwined with the turning of the Blood-Colored Gears, creating a chilling rhythm, like a prelude to death.
Before the words were finished, the Ancient Runes around the Altar, marked by the passage of time, suddenly burst forth with a dazzling red light, like countless streaks of blood-red lightning piercing through the Primordial Chaos.
Thousands of Black Chains shot out like living creatures, their surfaces covered with sharp barbs and dripping with dark green venom.
Wherever it passed, the space was corroded with charred marks, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt flesh.
The Curse Runes on these chains flickered with an eerie light, instantly transforming into countless phantom images of venomous snakes.
Each snake's forked tongue spewed purple venomous mist, baring its fangs and claws as it lunged at Ren Xiaoyao's vital points.
Ren Xiaoyao struggled to keep his body from the exhaustion of the Demon Slaying Tribulation, his Chaos Energy flowing like a stream about to dry up.
Every minute of circulation was accompanied by excruciating, tearing pain, as if countless steel needles were piercing through my meridians.
But his eyes remained resolute, and he rolled over like a ghost. If he had been even a fraction slower, the chain would have grazed the hem of his clothes.
Wherever it passed, the incredibly hard Chaos Crystal were instantly pulverized. The powder drifted in the air and then condensed into tiny incantations, seemingly Curse Ren Xiaoyao's fate.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth that had spilled out from forcibly channeling his power. The blood dripped onto the surface of the Chaos Sea, corroding holes that emitted wisps of blue smoke.
Tiny tentacles emerged from the hole, attempting to grasp his ankle. The tentacles were covered with suckers, and each suction pulled at his life force.
Those tentacles also continuously secreted a viscous liquid that caused an intense burning sensation upon contact with the skin; wherever it passed, the skin instantly carbonized, revealing stark white bones.
At this critical moment of life and death, Ren Xiaoyao could clearly feel every bit of his strength slipping away, as well as the immense pressure from the enemy.
Sensing its master's fighting spirit, the Chaos Undying Blade hummed as it hovered in mid-air, the Parallel Universe Life and Death Samsara Diagram on its blade spinning wildly.
Fine golden threads burst forth, like nimble snakes, coiling around his arm.
Where the silk threads passed, ancient divine patterns appeared on the skin's surface, radiating a faint glow.
However, it hissed when it came into contact with the venom of the Black Chains, and the divine runes began to dim.
"Nine lifetimes of karma have not yet been resolved, and yet you, this wretched creature, have been born." Ren Xiaoyao's gaze shot towards the Demon Emperor like cold lightning, his eyes surging with killing intent.
He mobilized the remaining Chaos Power within his body, Chaos Runes beneath his feet rapidly condensed, forming a complex array.
The illusory images of powerful figures from past dynasties appeared at the core of the formation. Although they were only blurry outlines, they exuded an aura that inspired awe.
Some of the phantoms held Sky-Opening Axe, the blades still bearing the starlight from the World Creation, each axe mark containing the immense power of World Creation.
Some wielded the Immortal Slaying Sword, its blade wreathed with the sword intent to slay Gods and Devils, the mottled bloodstains on its surface seemingly telling tales of past fierce battles.
Every figure has left a glorious name in the Primordial Chaos.
These illusory figures trembled slightly, as if gathering strength, ready to support Ren Xiaoyao at any moment.
The oppressive aura emanating from the phantoms clashed with the Demon Emperor's demonic energy, creating ripples in the void and further disrupting the surrounding Chaos Qi.
In this chaotic Energy Vortex, Ren Xiaoyao seemed to be in the eye of the storm, yet he remained steadfast in his preparation to meet the challenge.
Upon seeing this, the Demon Emperor let out a raucous laugh, the sound as grating as fingernails scraping metal, echoing in every corner of the Chaos Sea.
The shock made Ren Xiaoyao's eardrums ache, and a series of sharp pains surged in his mind.
The skull at the top of the Scepter in his hand suddenly opened its six vertical pupils, shooting out an eerie light, and then spewed out thick black mist.
The black mist churned and condensed in the void, transforming into countless black broken swords, each engraved with sword techniques familiar to Ren Xiaoyao.
It was during his battles with enemies in Parallel Universes that those once amazing and decisive moves became the enemy's weapons, used against him.
Black Flames still clung to the broken sword, and from within the flames came shrill screams, as if the sword spirit sealed within was uttering a desperate cry.
Wherever the flames passed, black holes were burned into the space, and black viscous liquid seeped from the edges of the holes, as if the space itself was bleeding.
The broken swords formed various bizarre sword formations in the air, constantly changing their shapes, searching for weaknesses in Ren Xiaoyao's defenses.
As the sword formation activated, it emitted a teeth-grinding grinding sound, as if countless wronged souls were struggling and howling within it.
The area covered by the sword formation was constantly distorted and deformed, forming miniature Black Hole that devoured all the light around them.
Under the siege of the sword formation, Ren Xiaoyao constantly adjusted his defense. Each defense was accompanied by immense pressure, and the slightest carelessness could lead to annihilation.
The Sword Rain hurtled through the air, accompanied by a sharp, piercing sound, as if it were about to tear space itself apart.
Golden Sword Qi barrier rose around Ren Xiaoyao, its light dazzling, like a golden sun rising from the Primordial Chaos.
The surface of the Sword Qi energy barrier was covered with fine runes, each of which was emitting Chaos Qi in an attempt to resist the broken sword's attack.
However, the Demon Emperor's offensive did not stop there. The Blood-Colored Gears on the Altar suddenly accelerated their rotation, emitting a tooth-grinding metallic scraping sound.
The sound was interspersed with eerie noises like a baby crying, sending chills down one's spine.
The Mars that flew off the ground transformed into halberd-wielding Demon Soldiers upon landing. These Demon Soldiers were clad in dark red armor, each piece of which was engraved with evil runes.
The talisman seals the resentment of the nine Human Emperor.
The Demon Soldiers, their eyes burning with crimson flames and their mouths emitting deafening roars, brandished their halberds and surrounded Ren Xiaoyao.
One of the Demon Soldiers swung his halberd, the blade of which was wrapped with a black beam of light that had appeared in Ren Xiaoyao's sea of consciousness.
Wherever it passed, spiderweb-like cracks appeared in the space, and the air emitted a sizzling, burning sound, as if it would shatter at any moment.
The halberd tip was only a hair's breadth away from Ren Xiaoyao's throat. He dodged to the side, but felt a bone-chilling cold seep into his body through his skin.
Like countless tiny icicles crawling through his blood vessels, the veins were corroded with black marks wherever they went, and those marks continued to spread, eroding his life force like living things.
The Demon Soldiers ' attacks grew increasingly fierce. They coordinated perfectly, forming an impenetrable encirclement that made it difficult for Ren Xiaoyao to escape.
The encirclement was filled with dense demonic energy, and distorted human faces flashed through the energy from time to time, revealing mocking smiles to Ren Xiaoyao.
It was as if he were announcing his impending doom.
Surrounded by these forces, Ren Xiaoyao felt an unprecedented sense of crisis, but his will grew stronger, determined to break free from this predicament.
"You think you can contend with me just by absorbing the power of the Chaos Undying Core?" The Demon Emperor raised his hand and made a grasping motion. An Invisible Power instantly pierced through Ren Xiaoyao's defenses and entered his body.
Ren Xiaoyao felt the Golden Blood flowing backwards within his body suddenly boil, like a volcano about to erupt.
The black lines on his internal organs writhed wildly like living things, and excruciating pain emanated from every cell, as if his entire body were being placed in the Nine Netherworlds Hell.
Fine cracks began to appear on his skin, from which Black Liquid seeped out. The liquid turned into Carrion Beetles as soon as it hit the ground, frantically devouring the surrounding space.
Wherever the beetle passed, the ground quickly caved in, forming bottomless Black Hole from Black Hole sinister laughter emanated.
The laughter was mixed with the sound of chains being dragged, as if countless evil spirits were waiting for their prey inside.
In the midst of this excruciating pain, he glimpsed Blood Disc slowly rising from the center of the Altar, its surface engraved with the faces of the ninth Human Emperor.
Each face emitted a different sinister grin—some ferocious, some malicious, some insane—as if mocking his overestimation of his abilities.
The disc was surrounded by rings of chains, the other end of which connected to the depths of the Chaos Sea, from which the faint roars of ancient behemoths could be heard.
The voices were filled with hunger and greed, and each roar caused the Chaos Sea to surge with towering waves.
Ren Xiaoyao felt his consciousness gradually blurring amidst the excruciating pain, but with his indomitable will, he remained conscious and prepared to face the challenges ahead.
Hallucinations began to appear before his eyes, as if he were being tormented by countless vengeful spirits, falling endlessly into the darkness, while the Demon Emperor's laughter echoed in his ears like a death knell.
On the brink of life and death, Ren Xiaoyao constantly recalled his mission and beliefs, which sustained him as he continued to fight.
At this critical moment of life and death, the Chaos Undying Blade suddenly trembled violently, and the phantom images of Ren Xiaoyao and others from Parallel Universes appeared on the blade.
These illusory figures resonate across time and space; some are dressed in white, others in armor, but their eyes all reveal the same unwavering determination as Ren Xiaoyao's.
Some of the phantoms held longswords, their blades imbued with the sword intent to cleave through the void, creating ripples in space as they swung their swords.
Some wielded Giant Axe, their blades gleaming with a light that seemed to World Creation; each swing appeared to Open Chaos in two.
Some ride Divine Beast, Divine Beast are surrounded by an aura that suppresses all heavens. Every roar of the Divine Beast can shake the four directions.
Each one is using a unique technique.
They transformed into Golden Chains, binding the Demon Soldiers ' weapons and giving Ren Xiaoyao a brief respite.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ren Xiaoyao formed a hand seal and chanted an obscure and difficult-to-understand Primordial Chaos Incantation. Each syllable seemed to contain the power to World Creation.
The incantation echoed in the Primordial Chaos, forming rings of golden sound waves.
Wherever the sound waves passed, ripples spread through space, disturbing ancient beings slumbering in the Depths of Chaos, who roared in discontent.
The entire Chaos Sea was trembling violently, as if the end of the world was imminent.
The roars of those ancient beings were filled with anger and intimidation, as if warning Ren Xiaoyao not to touch their territory.
As the sound waves spread, a series of roars came from the depths of the Chaos Sea, as if some sleeping behemoth was awakening, and the Chaos Crystal on the seabed began to vibrate violently.
Crystals kept breaking apart, releasing powerful energy fluctuations.
Amidst this energy fluctuation, Ren Xiaoyao sensed a glimmer of hope, but also realized that an even greater crisis was imminent.
As the incantation was uttered, a dragon-like roar echoed from the depths of the Chaos Sea, and the seawater began to surge wildly.
Countless golden beams of light shot into the sky, carrying World-Ending Aura, and shattered part of the broken sword.
The light illuminated the entire Chaos Sea, but it also revealed the Demon Emperor's even more crazed face.
Upon seeing this, the Demon Emperor roared, his demonic energy surging, his black robes fluttering wildly, even distorting and deforming the surrounding golden pillars of light.
His hair stood on end without any wind, each strand resembling countless black venomous snakes dancing wildly.
He pointed his Scepter to the sky and roared hoarsely, "Since you are so stubborn, then I'll show you what the true Chaos Law are!"
The Demon Emperor's voice was filled with anger and resentment, and his eyes flashed with a mad light, as if he wanted to destroy the entire Chaos Sea.
With his roar, the Ancient Runes around the Altar once again burst forth with dazzling red light, and the entire Chaos Sea began to churn violently.
The seawater churned as if it were boiling, forming huge whirlpools from which black lightning continuously struck, illuminating the Demon Emperor's distorted face.
Amidst this frenzied scene, the battle between Ren Xiaoyao and the Demon Emperor reached its climax, with both sides exerting all their strength in an attempt to overwhelm the other.
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire Chaos Sea suddenly became upside down, and star-like Chaos Crystal fell like meteorites, carrying the momentum to destroy everything.
A massive vortex appeared in the sky, emanating a chilling suction force that drew in the surrounding Chaos Qi.
An eerie purple light flickered at the center of the vortex, and countless distorted faces could be vaguely seen struggling within it.
Deep in the ocean, a gigantic demonic face slowly emerged—the very same destructive figure Ren Xiaoyao had seen in his illusions.
The demonic face was enormous, occupying the entire view of the Chaos Sea. Its eyes were like two huge Black Hole, radiating an aura that devoured everything.
Its mouth opened, revealing sharp fangs, each as tall as a mountain.
Black mist surrounded the demonic face, from which came the cries of countless wronged souls. The cries echoed throughout the Chaos Sea, sending chills down one's spine.
The demonic face devoured all the falling Chaos Crystal, then spewed out a black torrent carrying countless vengeful spirits.
The torrent echoed with mournful cries, as if countless imprisoned souls were seeking liberation, yet bringing despair and destruction to the world.
Wherever the torrent passed, space rapidly distorted and deformed, forming Miniature Black Hole from Black Hole sinister laughter emanated.
It was as if countless evil spirits were waiting for their prey inside; the space around the Black Hole was constantly collapsing, forming dark forbidden zones.
Those Miniature Black Hole continued to expand, merged with each other, and formed larger Black Hole that devoured everything around them.
The Black Hole's gravity draws in surrounding Chaos Crystal, Demon Soldiers, and even Space Fragments, forming enormous vortex-shaped Nebula.
An eerie purple light flickered at the center of the Nebula, as if it were the entrance to hell.
Faced with this terrifying scene, Ren Xiaoyao felt unprecedented pressure, but he did not back down and prepared to face the final battle.
Ren Xiaoyao felt the evil imprint in his sea of consciousness burning intensely, and images of future calamities flashed before his eyes, each image filled with despair and destruction.
He saw himself bound by countless chains, struggling in the darkness, the barbs on the chains digging deep into his flesh, blood gushing out, yet unable to break free.
Seeing their loved ones turn to ashes before their eyes, yet being powerless to stop it, and only able to watch them disappear, filled their hearts with pain and regret.
He watched as the entire Chaos Sea was swallowed by darkness, and all things in the world perished, leaving him alone wandering in the endless darkness, enveloped by loneliness and despair.
At the critical moment, he plunged the Chaos Undying Blade into his own heart, and blood flowed down the blade into the Parallel Universe Life and Death Samsara Diagram.
The drops of blood that fell onto the painting transformed into golden stars, twinkling within it.
Suddenly, a dazzling white light burst forth from the image, growing brighter and brighter until it illuminated the entire Chaos Sea.
Countless Parallel Universes of Ren Xiaoyao simultaneously wielded their swords, their power transcending dimensions and converging to form an indestructible Barrier of Light.
It collided violently with the black torrent.
Ren Xiaoyao felt intense pain the moment the blade pierced his skin, but he did not flinch, for he knew this was his only hope.
The moment the Barrier of Light collided with the black torrent, it erupted with Dazzling Light, and Space Fragments exploded continuously within the light, forming countless magnificent Light Arcs.
Within the Light Arcs, glimpses of Parallel Universes could be seen, including bustling worlds and desolate ruins, all teetering on the brink of collapse in this collision.
In this moment where light and destruction intertwine, Ren Xiaoyao seemed to see countless versions of himself striving and persevering in different times and spaces, which strengthened his resolve to protect everything.
In an instant, a deafening roar resounded through the Primordial Chaos, and powerful energy shockwaves swept around like a storm.
Space twisted and deformed under the Energy Impact, sometimes bulging and sometimes sinking, as if the entire Chaos Sea was about to be destroyed by this force. The aftershocks of the energy also triggered a tsunami in the Chaos Sea, with giant waves reaching tens of thousands of feet high, their crests burning with Black Flames, from which came the screams of countless wronged souls. The seawater and flames collided, producing a violent explosion. The shockwave from the explosion shattered the surrounding space, forming countless Space Fragments, from which strange sounds continuously emanated.
As the intense light faded, the Demon Emperor's figure loomed within. His black robe was torn, revealing a chest covered in runes that shimmered with an eerie light, seemingly telling the story of the source of his evil power. His hair was disheveled, yet his eyes remained filled with madness and resentment. Black Blood spilled from his mouth, dripping onto the ground and corroding deep pits from which black smoke billowed. The Demon Emperor laughed maniacally within the smoke, his laughter filled with madness and despair, as if mocking Ren Xiaoyao's efforts, or perhaps lamenting his own defeat. His laughter echoed through the Chaos Sea, mingling with the sounds of exploding Space Fragments and the screams of vengeful spirits, forming a Symphony of Doomsday.