When the Spirit Spring of the Blessed Land rippled for the two thousand three hundredth time.
The Chaos Turtle Shell at the bottom of the spring, which had been silent for ten thousand years, suddenly trembled violently.
The ancient patterns exude a subtle, Origin Power.
These Origin Power writhed in the air like living things.
Transforming into flowing light, it outlines the Ancient Chaos Map.
Every line contains the secrets of World Creation.
The patterns on the surface of the tortoise shell began to flow.
Images of Ancient Battlefield emerge—the clash between gods and Gods and Devils at the Beginning of Chaos, blood staining the entire primordial Primordial Chaos, thick Divine Blood and demonic blood mingling and condensing into strange crystals in the void.
The Plane Collapse: countless beings twisted into Void in despair, their shrill screams echoing endlessly in the time tunnel.
And those Ancient Civilization that have long been lost in the long river of history, moments of glory and destruction flash by, colossal buildings collapse with a deafening roar, and the Civilization Sparks of intelligent life are ruthlessly extinguished.
The Chaos Particles surrounding Ren Xiaoyao were drawn in by this.
It transformed into a liquid Star River that flowed along his meridians.
It condensed into a star radiating a Chaos Halo in the dantian.
Countless tiny worlds flow across the surface of stars.
Occasionally, miniature galaxies are born, bursting forth with brilliant Light of Creation, within which new life forms are nurtured.
Occasionally, planes are annihilated, leaving behind dark cracks in spacetime.
Each birth and death is accompanied by a faint resonance of the Principle, echoing within the Blessed Land.
The Spirit Spring water was stirred and began to boil, with ancient runes even appearing on its surface, as if cheering for the awakening of this power.
The Golden Dharma Wheel above their heads suddenly exploded.
Runes scattered and flew in all directions like fireflies.
Each rune contains the Sky-Opening and Earth-Splitting Power of Laws.
Wherever it passed, ancient Creation Totems spontaneously appeared in the void.
These Totems intertwined, forming a vast Primordial Chaos array.
The whispers of Ancient Gods faintly emanated from the array, their voices obscure and difficult to understand, yet filled with a chilling majesty, as if they were the secrets of the universe's very beginning.
A clear, resonant bell rang out, piercing through the Nine-Layered Heavenly Palace.
Ren Xiaoyao broke through the last shackle and stepped into the realm of the Chaos Master.
His hair shimmered with golden light, each strand capable of severing time and space, sparkling with a mysterious luster in the sunlight.
His eyes were as deep as Black Hole, yet they radiated a compassionate light, as if they could see through the essence of all things and discern the origin and end of life at a glance.
At this moment, every breath he takes resonates with the rhythm of time and space.
With every gesture, ripples of Principle rippled through the surrounding space.
The air in this Blessed Land was slightly distorted by this force, forming visible vortexes.
At this moment, his sea of consciousness was like a vast universe, where the Star Circulation and the birth and death of planes were all within a single thought.
He raised his hand and waved it lightly, and the shattered fragments of time and space in the distance seemed to be pulled by invisible threads.
They automatically reassembled into a dazzling Nebula, and the outline of Ancient Immortal Domain faintly emerged from the depths of the Nebula.
The ancient buildings in the Immortal Domain appeared and disappeared, their Glazed Ice reflecting light that transcended time and space, as if telling of their past glory. The runes carved on the buildings still emitted faint fluctuations of power.
His gaze swept across a certain spot in the Chaos Void.
The new dimension unfolds like a blooming golden lotus, layer upon layer.
The Spiritual Qi surging from the earth's veins solidified and transformed into thousands of Spirit Butterflies that danced gracefully. The patterns on the wings of these Spirit Butterflies were actually miniature Star Map.
The Spirit Tree in this Blessed Land sway without wind, each leaf reflecting scenes from different times and spaces, as if welcoming the arrival of a new ruler.
Deep within the Spirit Tree, Dao God figure nodded slightly. He wore an ancient robe, surrounded by an aura that transcended time and space. The hem of his robe was embroidered with patterns identical to those on Chaos Turtle Shell. He seemed pleased with Ren Xiaoyao's breakthrough, yet also seemed to be anticipating the fateful duel to come.
A strange, faint light flickered around the figure, occasionally forming mysterious symbols that vanished in an instant.
At the same time, the Ancient Demon Cave completely collapsed under the Demon Emperor's frenzied rampage.
The demonic energy gushing from the earth's veins formed a vortex that blotted out the sky.
At the center of the vortex, the Black Demonic Wings behind the Demon Emperor stretched out to a length of ten thousand feet. As the Demonic Runes flowed, space was annihilated inch by inch in their path, and strange black ripples appeared. These ripples were also mixed with some fragments of devoured planes.
With a casual flick of his finger, a thousand-meter-long Black Cracks stretched across the heavens and earth.
The wailing sounds emanating from the depths of the rift were mixed with the desperate roars of the creatures from the devoured plane.
These roars merged together, forming a demonic song filled with resentment that echoed through the Primordial Chaos.
Wherever it went, the space was stained with an ominous blood color, and even the boundaries of spacetime were corroded with distorted wrinkles, with strange energy constantly overflowing from the boundaries of spacetime.
The Demon Emperor stood atop surging waves of demonic energy, his black robes fluttering in the wind.
With each step he took, he crushed a Dimensional Spaces. Even the Remnant Souls of Gods wandering in the void trembled and hid in the Space-time Gap after sensing his presence.
The demonic energy surrounding the Demon Emperor coalesced into countless distorted faces, each one repeating his sinister grin.
These faces sometimes merged and sometimes split, as if portraying the madness and twisted nature of the Demon Emperor's heart. Some faces would even suddenly open their eyes and shoot out evil red light.
He roared to the sky, and wherever his sound waves passed, space seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand, revealing deep Space-Time Rift: " Ren Xiaoyao! Are you ready to die? Today is your end!"
Before he finished speaking, he had already Sky-Rending Strike, leaving a black trail of burning Karmic Fire behind him.
Wherever it passed, the stars dimmed and space twisted into a giant vortex, within which small meteorites were occasionally pulverized.
Countless weak planes crumbled under the erosion of demonic energy; some planes, like fragile glass, instantly turned to dust.
Some planes were assimilated by demonic energy, with blood raining down from the sky and countless abysses cracking open in the earth, from which evil spirits of various shapes crawled out.
Wherever these evil spirits go, life withers rapidly, vitality No Existence, and even the air is filled with a suffocating aura of death. The earth becomes barren, rivers dry up into black scorched earth, and black smoke constantly rises from the scorched earth.
Ren Xiaoyao felt that familiar, overwhelming hatred and slowly opened his eyes.
A hint of seriousness flashed in his eyes, but more so, determination.
He took a step forward, and his figure instantly appeared outside the Blessed Land. The golden light emanating from his body illuminated the surrounding darkness, forming a stark contrast with the Demon Emperor's demonic aura.
The protective barrier of the Blessed Land shone with seven-colored light behind him. As the runes flowed, the phantoms of the Guardians of past generations appeared. They held divine weapons and shouted in unison, injecting power into this final battle.
Among these phantoms are majestic war gods, clad in armor and wielding Giant Axe, their blades still bearing the bloodstains of Ancient Battlefield, each streak seemingly telling the story of a fierce and tragic battle.
Some are benevolent saints; with a gentle wave of their whisks, they can dispel darkness, and every hair on the whisks radiates a holy light.
Their combined power formed an unbreakable barrier. The light emanating from the surface of the barrier twinkled like countless stars, and faintly carried the rhythm of an ancient Battle Song Battle Song, filled with a yearning for victory and an unwavering belief in protection.
" Demon Emperor, you are stubborn and unrepentant. Today, I will end your evil deeds!" His voice was calm and unhurried, yet carried an undeniable authority.
Even the surrounding Chaos Power seemed to freeze for a moment, time seemed to stand still, even the floating dust particles were suspended in the air, and everything around fell into a brief silence.
The Demon Emperor grinned maliciously and waved his hand, sending countless Black Chains shooting out from the void.
The chains were covered in twisted Demonic Runes, and wherever they passed, the air hissed sharply, and the space itself was cracked with tiny fissures.
These chains writhed like living things, their tips spewing out a corrosive demonic poison. Wherever they went, the space was rapidly eroded, leaving behind black holes. Eerie green smoke rose from the edges of these holes, and within the smoke, some evil faces seemed to appear and disappear.
Ren Xiaoyao remained expressionless, raised his hand and waved it lightly. The Chaos Undying Blade transformed into a golden rainbow, and the Parallel Universe Life and Death Samsara Diagram on the blade burst forth with boundless light.
In an instant, all the chains snapped, and where the blade flashed, a huge rift was torn open in space.
Golden light and Black Demonic Qi collided violently at the crack, bursting forth with Dazzling Light.
In the aftershocks of the explosion, the faint phantom of High Antiquity Gods and Demons Battle appeared, causing ripples to spread across the River of Time and Space.
Among these phantoms, a mysterious figure seemed to be silently watching the battle. He was clad in a black robe, his face obscured, and his eyes were filled with anticipation. Mysterious mist surrounded him, within which strange runes flickered, constantly changing as if foreshadowing the course of the battle.
Seeing the chains broken, the Demon Emperor flapped his wings violently, and endless demonic energy condensed into a gigantic Demon Hand.
The five fingers were as large as mountains, and the venom dripping from the fingernails corroded the space, leaving behind sizzling Black Hole.
Wherever the Demon Hand went, space twisted into a bizarre vortex, even light was swallowed up, and everything around was plunged into absolute darkness. The temperature plummeted to freezing point, and black Ice Crystals condensed in the air, with evil incantations engraved on Ice Crystals.
Ren Xiaoyao Chaos Footwork, his figure flashing as he dodged the Demon Hand. Each movement left a trail of golden afterimages in the void, like shooting stars streaking across the night sky. The afterimages lingered for a long time, forming a beautiful trajectory in the darkness. The trajectory also emitted a warm light, dispelling the surrounding chill. Wherever the light touched, the Black Ice Crystals melted.
At the same time, the Chaos Undying Blade in his hand unleashed thousands of Golden Blade Light, shooting towards the Demon Emperor like a torrential rain.
The blade's edge was imbued with the Power of Chaos Laws, and wherever it passed, the space was etched with eternal and indestructible Dao Patterns.
These Dao Patterns shimmered with light, as if protecting this space from the Demonic Qi Erosion.
A faint flow of Power of Principle occasionally emanated between the Dao Patterns, emitting bursts of buzzing sounds that echoed in the silent space, causing eardrums to ache. Some small Space Cracks were even healed by this vibration.
The Demon Emperor roared, his demonic wings flapped, and black lightning burst forth from them, colliding with the Golden Blade Light.
The deafening roar tore the space apart, creating countless tiny cracks.
Strange creatures kept peeking out from the cracks. These creatures were twisted in shape and exuded a nauseating stench. Their bodies were formed from demonic energy and covered with fleshy growths and spikes. Their eyes were empty and lifeless, yet they revealed a greedy killing intent.
But these creatures were instantly shredded upon contact with the aftershocks of the battle, turning into plumes of black smoke.
A chilling shriek emanated from within the smoke, echoing through the Space Cracks and creating an eerie resonance.
The aftershocks of the battle spread to surrounding planes, triggering a chain reaction. Some planes began to collapse, with huge fissures opening in the earth, spewing out magma to form walls of blazing fire. Interspersed within these walls were ancient runes that flickered in the flames, as if telling of the planes' resentment.
In some dimensions, the apocalypse arrives prematurely, with massive Black Vortex appearing in the sky, constantly devouring everything around them. Buildings on the ground collapse and turn to dust, and remnants of civilizations can still be seen in the dust.
Within these collapsing planes, ancient Curse faintly emanated, their eerie and terrifying voices seemingly expressing discontent with the war and warning of impending disaster. The Curse echoed across all planes, sending chills down the spines of all living beings, and even causing some with weak wills to suffer mental breakdowns.
Ren Xiaoyao's eyes sharpened, and he quickly formed hand seals while chanting incantations.
In an instant, the power of the Spirit Spring, auspicious clouds, and Spirit Tree in the Blessed Land all converged and condensed into a huge Golden Dharma Idol above his head.
The Dharma Image held the Chaos Seal, exuding boundless majesty. Every strand of the Dharma Image's hair flowed with the Star River, every inch of its skin was engraved with Heavenly Dao Runes, and countless shimmering stars surrounded its body.
The Golden Dharma Idol's eyes shot out two beams of golden light that pierced through the heavens and earth. Wherever they passed, the demonic energy in the space was purified, and the distorted Principle were restored to normal.
Within the golden light, some mysterious symbols seemed to be flashing, these symbols containing powerful energy capable of dispelling all darkness.
These symbols constantly shift and change, forming mysterious patterns that seem to tell the story of the birth of the universe. Fragments of the future occasionally flash within the patterns, evoking both curiosity and fear about the unknown. Some of these fragments even foreshadow new crises that the universe is about to face.
Not to be outdone, the Demon Emperor unleashed a torrent of demonic energy that surged wildly around him, coalescing into an equally colossal Black Demon God.
The Demonic God wielded Destruction Halberd, and the Black Blood dripping from its tip corroded the plane below into scorched earth, filling the air with a pungent, putrid stench.
The Black Demon God opened its blood-red maw and spewed out a sky-covering demonic aura. The aura contained the power to destroy everything. Wherever it went, the space was quickly dyed black, all life withered instantly, and even hard rocks were corroded into black powder, which also emitted a suffocating Evil Aura.
The Golden Dharma Idol and the Black Demon God collided violently, causing the heavens and earth to tremble violently, space to begin to shatter, and countless Space-time Fragments to fall like snowflakes.
The Principle of the entire universe trembled, the Time Flow Rate became disordered, time froze in some areas, everything stood still, people remained in fighting or terrified postures, their expressions unchanged, as if frozen in a terrifying scene.
In some areas, everything decayed rapidly; flowers, grass, and trees withered and turned to ash in an instant; bustling cities were reduced to ruins in the blink of an eye; and despair filled the air. The surviving creatures fled in all directions, but had nowhere to hide. Some creatures were Demonic Qi Erosion during their escape and became puppets of the Demon Emperor.
Amidst this powerful impact, Ren Xiaoyao and the Demon Emperor each unleashed their strongest techniques, engaging in a breathtaking close-quarters battle.
The Chaos Undying Blade and the Destruction Halberd clashed repeatedly, each collision unleashing energy fluctuations powerful enough to destroy galaxies.
Within the vortex formed by the aftershocks of energy, countless Miniature Black Hole were born, only to quickly annihilate and burst forth with Dazzling Light.
These lights illuminated the entire battlefield, only to be quickly swallowed by darkness. The light and darkness flickered alternately, like the heartbeat of the universe, each flicker accompanied by intense energy fluctuations.
The aftershocks of the battle even reached the edge of the universe. Some ancient Star Realms began to distort and deform, and countless stars fell, trailing long tails of light across the night sky like tears of the universe. These stars collided with other celestial bodies during their fall, triggering a series of explosions and generating large amounts of Cosmic Dust.
Among these fallen stars, some unknown secrets seem to be hidden. As they fall, they emit strange light, as if telling the world about the Mysteries of the Universe, waiting for a destined person to discover them. Some mysterious symbols also faintly emerge in the light, as if they are the last words of the stars. These symbols have some mysterious connection with the patterns on the Chaos Turtle Shell.
As the battle intensified, Ren Xiaoyao suddenly roared, unleashing the Chaos Undying Art to its fullest potential. The Parallel Universe Life and Death Samsara Diagram on the Chaos Undying Blade shone brightly.
With a single slash, a Golden Blade Light, imbued with the Power of Life and Death Samsara, tore through the void and struck directly at the Demon Emperor.
Where the blade's edge passed, the Principle of life and death intertwined, and countless magnificent flowers of life bloomed in the space ahead. These flowers were colorful and emitted a captivating fragrance, as if the whole world was filled with vitality.
In an instant, they withered and fell, their petals turning to dust and drifting away in the wind, as if they had gone through countless cycles of reincarnation.
The blade's edge also contained the Law of Time; wherever it passed, time began to flow backward and then forward again, creating a bizarre Space-time Turbulence.
Amidst the Space-time Turbulence, many strange sights appeared, including futuristic scenes where people piloted bizarre spacecraft to travel between stars, cities floated in the clouds, and technology was highly advanced, yet new dangers were also lurking beneath the surface.
There are also scenes from the past, where ancient civilizations rise in prosperity and are destroyed in war. The huge pyramids collapse with a roar, and the yellow sand buries everything, making people feel as if they are in a dream world, unable to distinguish between Reality and Illusion. Their thoughts travel through the long river of time and space, and they can even feel the joys and sorrows of life in different times and spaces.
The Demon Emperor sensed the terrifying power contained within the blade's light, and his expression finally turned solemn. He concentrated all his demonic energy into the Destruction Halberd and forcefully unleashed a black Destruction Light.
Wherever the Destruction Light touched, all matter was decomposed into the most primordial demonic energy. Even the Law of Space were eroded, and space began to twist and deform, with countless folds and cracks appearing. Black mist constantly poured out of the cracks, and the mist was filled with a strong corrosive aura.
The Golden Blade Light and the black Destruction Light collided in the void, unleashing a terrifying Energy Storm.
The Energy Storm spread wildly outwards from the two of them, annihilating the space in its path and creating a vast Void.
In this Void, there are constant rumbling sounds of space collapsing and being reshaped, as if the universe is experiencing the pain of rebirth and destruction.
Deep within the Void, a pair of eyes seemed to be watching the storm. Their gaze was filled with indifference and ruthlessness. They were eyes that did not belong to any living being, as if the will of the universe itself was staring at this battle. A mysterious halo surrounded the eyes, and within the halo flickered the most primal power of the universe. This power seemed to be waiting for the right moment to give the entire universe a complete baptism.
Ren Xiaoyao and the Demon Emperor struggled to hold on amidst the storm, their power constantly being depleted, but neither was willing to back down first.
The Demon Emperor's black robe was riddled with holes, revealing his scarred body. Black Demonic Qi continuously seeped from the wounds, forming hideous faces in the air that emitted eerie laughter filled with madness and despair. These faces continued to attack Ren Xiaoyao, attempting to disrupt his mind.
Ren Xiaoyao's Daoist robe was also stained with blood, but his eyes remained sharp as he stared intently at his opponent.
His hair was whipped about by Energy Storm, each strand shimmering with Primordial Chaos light, as if divine punishment had descended upon the world.
In the storm, the two figures appeared and disappeared, their battle had transcended the limits of the physical body and entered into a contest of spirit and Principle.
Each of their attacks and defenses was accompanied by a collision of powerful Power of Principle, causing the surrounding space to constantly shatter and reform. Each reformation was accompanied by Dazzling Light and deafening roars, as if the universe was cheering for their battle while also worrying about the fate of the universe.
At this critical moment of life and death, Ren Xiaoyao suddenly grasped the true meaning of the Chaos Law.
His eyes became ethereal, and his body shone brightly, unleashing a power surpassing that of the Chaos Master.
He raised his hand and waved it, sending a golden beam of light containing the Power of Chaos Origin shooting towards the Demon Emperor.
This ray of light contains the most primordial power of the universe. Wherever the light passes, even the concepts of time and space become blurred, and everything around seems to return to the state of Beginning of Chaos.
Within the light, scenes of the Beginning of Creation emerged, with countless planes being born and destroyed within it. These images played on a continuous loop, allowing viewers to feel the vastness and mystery of the universe.
Within this light, Ren Xiaoyao seemed to see the origin and future of the universe, and his State of Mind was further elevated. He understood that his mission was not only to defeat the Demon Emperor, but also to protect the balance of the entire universe. Ancient chanting also emanated from the light, like a hymn to the universe, praising new life and hope. The chanting contained powerful healing energy, which repaired the Broken Space around him to some extent.
The Demon Emperor was horrified to discover that his demonic energy melted away rapidly in the face of this light, like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun. His demonic wings began to disintegrate piece by piece, his Demonic Runes broke apart inch by inch, and he let out a resentful roar, his voice filled with despair.