The demonic energy around the Demon Emperor surged violently like boiling asphalt, and his withered body suddenly expanded strangely. The purple blood vessels under his skin twisted and wriggled like earthworms, making a teeth-grinding popping sound.
With a final crack of bones, his form completely collapsed, transforming into a twisted black shadow that Devouring Light Rays, its body entwined with chains formed from countless vengeful spirits.
These chains twisted wildly in the void, each one inscribed with Curse blood and tears of curses from the races he had slaughtered. Dark purple venom seeped from the gaps in the chains, instantly corroding the space where it dripped, creating honeycomb-like holes.
The trail of venom traced an ancient Slaughter Formation Diagram in the void, distorting and deforming even the Space-time Laws wherever it passed. The boundary between Reality and Illusion became blurred under the corrosive influence of the venom, and occasionally, the remnant souls of slaughtered races could be seen struggling in the holes.
Those lingering souls stretched out translucent arms, silently pleading for help in Ren Xiaoyao's direction, but gradually dissipated into dust under the corrosive effects of the venom. The fragments of their consciousness before their deaths pieced together fragmented memories in the air—a child crying in his mother's arms, an old man trembling as he lit the last bonfire, and the resolute figures of warriors holding swords to protect their homeland. These images were distorted by the warping of time and space, and were eventually swallowed up by darkness.
Even more terrifying, as the venom spread, mirror-like reflections began to appear in space, endlessly looping the final moments of those destroyed civilizations, with desperate cries and shattered faith intertwining into a suffocating, demonic sound.
Each reflection is like an independent prison, where the souls trapped within repeat the moment of death in an eternal cycle. Their screams overlap, forming sound waves that can Soul-Tearing and cause any creature that gets close to them to mentally collapse.
Those collapsed beings transformed into Walking Corpse, unconsciously attacking everything around them, leaving trails of blood wherever they went, as if composing a lament for this universe on the verge of destruction.
Just as the Chaos Undying Blade was about to touch his brow, a withered hand covered in scales emerged from the shadows. Veins bulged on its neck like coiled snakes, and a maniacal laugh, like a broken gong, burst from deep within its throat. " Ren Xiaoyao! You think this will end everything? I still have my last trump card!"
Bloodstained fingertips plunged deep into his own chest cavity, and with the sound of flesh tearing apart, he actually pulled out an ancient war drum covered with black patterns— the Heavenly Demon Drum!
The patterns that appeared on the drum body twisted and grew like living things, vaguely forming countless distorted ghost faces, which opened and closed with the Demon Emperor's breathing, exhaling bursts of black mist with a putrid smell.
Wherever this black mist went, fine black fuzz began to grow in the space, devouring the surrounding light like a parasitic tumor. Crimson liquid seeped from the gaps in the fuzz, outlining an even more complex Slaughter Formation Diagram in the void.
The phantoms of Ancient Demon God appeared in the array, wielding bone blades and slashing wildly at the Void, each swing causing the space to vibrate.
When the phantoms' bone blades clashed, they tore open rifts in the void, from which countless twisted tentacles surged forth, greedily grabbing at the surrounding stars.
These tentacles are covered with barbs, each barb adhering to fragments of stardust. Wherever they pass, space is corroded as if by strong acid, constantly disintegrating into dust and forming patches of pitch-black void forbidden zones.
The sound of spacetime shattering echoed intermittently within the restricted area, like the bones of the universe breaking, sending chills down one's spine.
The moment the Heavenly Demon Drum appeared, the Star Orbit of stars throughout the universe began to distort.
The drum is bound by chains formed from the souls of countless wronged beings. Each chain groans in agony, and countless human faces appear on its surface. The creatures devoured by the Demon Emperor are pleading for help through the chains.
Tens of thousands of distorted faces appeared on the drumhead, and those skinned and dismembered souls struggled in the blood patterns at a visible speed, their pupils burning with inextinguishable resentment.
A piercing wail came from deep within the drumhead. Wherever the sound waves passed, the space seemed to be repeatedly clawed by invisible claws, and a foul-smelling black mist seeped from the cracks.
Wherever this mist went, even Dark Matter began to boil, turning into sharp bone spikes that pierced the surrounding planes. Black Slime dripped continuously from the tips of the bone spikes, and the space in its path began to distort and deform, forming small Space-time Vortex.
From the depths of the whirlpool came the cries of children and the sighs of the old, as if they were the final lamentations of the countless creatures caught in it.
The Space-time Vortex continued to expand, devouring and merging with each other to form a massive spacetime storm. At the center of the storm, a black castle covered in thorns could be vaguely seen, exuding a chilling aura.
Countless glowing skulls hung from the castle's spires, their empty eye sockets gleaming with an eerie green light, as if watching over the impending feast of destruction.
The castle was surrounded by a thick, inky black mist, from which the sounds of dragging chains and the growls of wild beasts could be heard from time to time.
Suddenly, the castle gates burst open, and countless demonic figures clad in black armor poured out. They wielded spears engraved with Curse Runes, and the venom dripping from the spear tips exploded into Black Flames upon contact with the ground.
The flames emitted the cries of a baby, and within each flame emerged a distorted human face, struggling painfully in the fire.
As the flames rose, countless phantom images of demonic figures materialized, raising their weapons and chanting ancient dark hymns in unison, the sound waves causing the atmospheres of the surrounding planets to tremble violently.
As the hymn began, the clouds above the castle transformed into a gigantic skull. It opened its gaping maw and spewed not rain, but a blackish-purple acid rain capable of corroding everything. Wherever it went, the planet's ecosystem instantly collapsed.
When acid rain falls to the ground, it mixes with the Black Slime on the ground, producing a violent chemical reaction that continuously sends up purple toxic fumes. Wherever the toxic fumes reach, all signs of life quickly disappear, leaving only a deathly silence.
The Demon Emperor frantically pounded the drum, each strike shattering the void for thousands of miles Fang Yuan. Black sound waves, carrying Space-time Fragments, roared out, causing stars to explode like glass wherever they went. The scorching Star Core were instantly tempered into meteorites exuding an aura of death, leaving long bloody streaks in the void, as if the universe was weeping.
Wherever the sound waves passed, the protective shield of the plane was easily torn apart like thin paper. Under the impact of the sound waves, countless living beings began to become transparent and eventually turned into wisps of green smoke and dissipated into the void.
The distant Nebula was stirred by the sound waves, forming a huge vortex-like structure. Dark Matter streams were constantly ejected from the center, and strange patterns began to appear on the surface of the planets it reached, as if they were being re-sculpted by some mysterious force.
The mountains on these planets began to twist and deform, forming hideous faces with their mouths wide open, emitting silent roars as if accusing the endless darkness.
Beneath the crust of some planets, the distorted face of the Demon Emperor emerges, opening and closing with the vibrations of sound waves, emitting a chilling, eerie laugh.
The atmospheres of these planets began to turn blood red, and strange black plants grew on the ground, constantly devouring all life around them.
The roots of the black plant, like giant tentacles, burst from the soil, entangled the panicked creatures, and dragged them into the ground.
The air was thick with a nauseating stench of decay, black slime flowed across the ground, and nothing grew in its wake.
Even more terrifying, the slime began to coalesce into rivers, in which distorted human faces constantly emerged, howling and struggling, trying to crawl out of the slime, only to be pulled back in.
Strange ripples spread across the surface of the slime river, revealing apocalyptic scenes: cities collapsing in flames, planets swallowed by darkness, and countless lives dying in despair.
Deep within the slime river, enormous skeletons could be vaguely seen slowly writhing—the collective remains of a swallowed civilization, brewing an even more terrifying dark resurgence.
The skeleton was surrounded by eerie blue will-o'-the-wisps that constantly shifted into human form. They stretched out withered arms, as if trying to grab something, and any living creature that approached would be instantly dragged to the bottom of the slimy river, never to escape.
Deep within the riverbed, the sound of chains being dragged could be heard from time to time, as if an even more powerful being lurked in the darkness, waiting for the moment it would break free.
Ren Xiaoyao's expression was as solemn as lead, and the light of the Chaos Undying Blade flickered violently under the pressure of the Heavenly Demon Drum.
He clearly sensed that each tremor of the drumhead was tearing apart the Plane Barrier, and the dimensions struck by the sound waves were witnessing an apocalyptic scene: the earth collapsed into a bottomless vortex, the sky was ablaze with an inextinguishable Black Fire, and the bodies of countless creatures were twisted into asphalt-like monsters in agony as if scorched by invisible flames.
As the Demon Emperor roared madly and increased the frequency of his drumming, countless black sonic blades rained down like a torrential downpour. The Chaos Law chains laid down by Ren Xiaoyao were easily severed as if they were thin paper. The disintegrating Law Fragments exploded in the air, forming countless Miniature Black Hole.
These Black Hole relentlessly devour the surrounding spacetime; wherever they go, everything is sucked into the endless darkness, not even light can escape.
The Space-time Distortion around the Black Hole became increasingly severe, forming entities resembling gaping maws in an abyss, as if they were about to devour the entire universe.
These Black Hole greedily devour everything around them, tearing the Star Realms to pieces. The spacetime around the Black Hole is severely distorted, forming inverted starscapes.
In these distorted spaces and times, scenes from the Past and Future intertwine and flash by. Ren Xiaoyao even sees the scene of his own demise, yet his gaze remains firm and unmoved.
The smiling faces of all living beings in the universe kept appearing in his mind, which became the Source of Power to persevere.
He seemed to see countless families laughing in the sunshine, children running on the grass. These beautiful scenes were like the strongest shield, resisting the despair brought by the Heavenly Demon Drum.
Suddenly, a blurry image flashed through his mind—an old man with silver hair stood at the end of the Star River, holding an ancient book that emitted a mysterious light in his hand. The old man nodded slightly to him, as if conveying some key information.
The words on the ancient book shimmered with an eerie light, as if telling an ancient secret of fighting against darkness.
At the same time, the golden mark within Ren Xiaoyao's body suddenly became hot, and a stream of light shot out from the mark, outlining a fragmented array in the air, seemingly guiding him to find the key to fighting against the Heavenly Demon Drum.
Wherever the light flowed, ancient Star Map appeared in the space. Each star on the Star Map corresponded to a Mysterious Power node. Only by gathering these powers could one truly fight against the evil power of the Heavenly Demon Drum.
The Star Map was surrounded by mysterious symbols, as if telling an ancient and mysterious story, waiting for Ren Xiaoyao to uncover its secrets.
"Die!" The Demon Emperor's roar shook the space, and his ten fingers instantly transformed into white bone claws, striking out a tooth-grinding rhythm on the drumhead.
Thousands of sonic blades tore through the void, creating spiderweb-like cracks in the protective shield surrounding Ren Xiaoyao.
Ren Xiaoyao groaned, and the blood that spilled from the corner of his mouth condensed into tiny droplets in the air, each droplet reflecting his increasingly determined gaze.
Just as the protective shield was about to shatter, the Dao God Golden Figure deep within his sea of consciousness suddenly shone brightly. A power carrying the aura of ancient times flowed into his meridians, and the Life and Death Samsara Diagram on the Chaos Undying Blade began to rotate in reverse, frantically devouring the surrounding free energy.
Golden light began to surround Ren Xiaoyao's body, and ancient Battle Song faintly emanated from the light, as if ancient Deities were cheering him on.
Ancient runes lit up Ren Xiaoyao's body, shimmering with the Light of Creation, a stark contrast to the Power of Destruction of the Heavenly Demon Drum. Wherever the runes passed, the corroded space began to slowly repair itself, and the flow of Dark Matter gradually subsided.
However, the speed of rune repair was far slower than the destruction caused by the Heavenly Demon Drum. Ren Xiaoyao's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. He knew that this would be an ultimate battle concerning the survival of the universe.
He gritted his teeth, mustered all his strength, and prepared to meet the final challenge.
He could feel the Chaos Origin within his body boiling violently, each heartbeat like the booming of a war drum, fighting against the rhythm of the Heavenly Demon Drum.
His clothes fluttered without wind, his hair stood on end, and behind him appeared the scene of the Beginning of Chaos —pure air rising, turbid air sinking, and heaven and earth being first separated.
Within this scene, a floating golden palace could be faintly seen, with melodious bells emanating from within, as if cheering on the battle.
The outline of the palace gradually became clear, and the palace doors slowly opened. Several ancient beings dressed in white robes walked out from a portal of light. They pointed their fingers in the air, injecting streams of Power of Principle into Ren Xiaoyao's body.
These Power of Principle formed a golden shield within Ren Xiaoyao's body. Ancient runes flowed across the surface of the shield, each rune containing immense power capable of withstanding some of the Heavenly Demon Drum's attacks.
When the shield defends against attacks, it also emits Dazzling Light, within which ancient Totems emerge, as if telling ancient legends, bringing Ren Xiaoyao Infinite Power and courage.
Ren Xiaoyao roared, and the Power of Chaos Origin around him erupted like a volcano. A phantom with three heads and six arms appeared behind him, each hand holding up a blazing sun.
He wielded the Chaos Undying Blade, and the light of twelve Parallel Universes intertwined to form a dazzling Star River. Wherever the blade's light passed, the shattered spacetime began to reverse and recombine, and the remnants of destroyed stars re-condensed in the void.
When the ultimate blade light containing the Principle of the universe collided head-on with the sound waves of the Heavenly Demon Drum, the entire universe seemed to be paused— the Black Vortex formed by the sound waves and the Golden Blade Light were locked in a stalemate, and the boundary between the two forces continuously burst forth with Supernova Explosion.
In the intense light, countless fragments of the universe danced in the air, each fragment resembling a destroyed world, shimmering with their last rays of light, telling tales of past glory and present tragedy.
Within this light, countless phantoms from Parallel Universes appeared and disappeared amidst the collisions, accompanied by the sighs of Ancient Gods, as if mourning this battle destined to change the fate of the universe.
The energy ripples from the collision spread to various planes, triggering a series of spacetime tremors. The histories of some planes began to become disordered, with scenes of the Past and Future intertwined.
In the region where spacetime oscillations were most intense, a new Chaos Land was even born, filled with unknown dangers and opportunities.
Terrifying roars echoed intermittently from the Chaos Land, suggesting that some powerful being was about to awaken.
A gigantic blood-red moon floated in the sky above the Chaos Land, lava overflowed from the ground, and a strong stench of blood filled the air, where all sorts of bizarre creatures roamed.
One of the creatures resembled a Giant Turtle, its shell covered in eyes, each capable of emitting a corrosive ray of light; another group were translucent humanoid beings whose scythes could cleave a rift to an unknown dimension as they sliced through space.
A sinister laugh echoed from the crack, as if countless evil beings were peering into the world through it.
Deep within the rift, a pair of enormous eyes slowly opened, their pupils swirling with a dark purple light capable of destroying everything in their path, causing space to crumble inch by inch wherever they looked.
As the eyes opened, massive cracks began to appear in the ground of the Chaos Land, from which large amounts of black mist surged forth. Hidden within the mist were countless unknown and terrifying creatures, waiting for their chance to burst forth from the Chaos Land and bring destruction to the entire universe.
Eerie laughter and whispers could be heard from time to time in the mist, as if the messengers of darkness were announcing the imminent end of the world.
The Demon Emperor's pupils constricted sharply, and the rhythm of his bone claws striking the drumhead began to falter.
To his horror, he discovered that the hideous faces on the drumhead were being scorched by the Golden Blade Light, emitting a series of shrill screams.
With a deafening roar that resounded throughout the universe, the Chaos Undying Blade finally broke through the sonic defenses and struck the center of the Heavenly Demon Drum.
The drum cracked instantly, and countless wronged souls seized the opportunity to break free of their restraints, turning into Golden Light Spots and dissipating into the universe.
Deprived of the divine artifact's support, the Demon Emperor let out a shrill scream. The chains of Chaos Law and the Grudge Chains tightened simultaneously, tearing his body into countless pieces. In a desperate roar, the last wisp of demonic energy completely dissipated into the eternal void.
Before his death, a trace of resentment and fear flashed in the Demon Emperor's eyes. He finally understood that his ambition and greed could not ultimately defeat the power of justice and protection, and that his demise was nothing more than a small ripple in the long river of the universe.
However, the last wisp of demonic energy before he dissipated was like a seed, quietly falling into the depths of the universe, waiting to take root and sprout again at some point.
This wisp of demonic energy continuously absorbed Dark Energy from the depths of the universe, gradually condensing into a mysterious Black Crystal that emitted an eerie light.
Fine lines appeared on the surface of the Black Crystal, faintly forming an evil rune. As the rune flickered, the surrounding space began to distort, and black mist continuously poured into the crystal.
From the darkness surrounding the crystal, faint chuckles could be heard, as if countless eyes were peering into the universe from the shadows.
Inside the crystal, a blurry figure could be vaguely seen slowly taking shape, emanating a chilling aura of darkness.
When all the runes on the crystal surface lit up, a black beam of light shot straight into the sky, tearing open the cosmic barrier and connecting to an unknown Dark Dimension.
With the appearance of the pillar of light, evil forces from the Dark Dimension began to pour into the universe, threatening the balance of the entire universe once again.
From time to time, enormous roars echoed from the Dark Dimension, as if Ancient Demons was awakening from its slumber, each roar causing the entire universe to tremble.
The aftershocks of the battle raged for a full forty-nine days. When the dust finally settled, the universe presented a tragic picture: shattered planes floated in the Nebula, like wounds on the body of the universe; surviving beings crawled out of the ruins, looking at the Star Realms where the earth-shattering battle had once taken place, their eyes filled with both the relief of surviving the catastrophe and the awe of the Guardians.
Ren Xiaoyao hovered wearily in the void, his robes torn and his hair stained with blood, but his gaze remained as firm as ever.
He raised his hand and gently touched the shimmering golden mark on his chest—a trace left by a mysterious power.
Gazing at the ravaged universe, he murmured softly, "This time, it's my turn to mend your wounds."
His voice echoed in the void, and from the ruins of some shattered planes, plants that emitted a faint glow began to grow. The vines of these plants intertwined and tried to fill the cracks in space.
These plants emit a soft humming sound as they grow, as if chanting an ancient incantation of revival.
As the plants spread, golden patterns began to appear on the surfaces of some Shattered Planets. These patterns connected with each other, forming a vast repair array that slowly healed the wounds of the universe.
However, during the restoration process, some golden patterns suddenly flickered erratically, as if interfered with by some force, making the path to restoring the universe full of unknown challenges.
Deep within the universe, strange fluctuations occasionally emanate, as if Dark Power are lurking in the shadows, poised to deliver a fatal blow to this nascent universe.
Then, his figure transformed into a streak of light and disappeared at the end of the road to reconstruction.
In the distant Depths of Chaos, an even more ancient being seemed to be disturbed by this battle, slowly opening its slumbering eyes.
This being exudes an aura even more terrifying than the Demon Emperor, foreshadowing a new challenge the universe is about to face, and Ren Xiaoyao's path of protection has only just begun...
The moment this being awakened, countless ancient seals began to loosen, and strange movements emanated from some forgotten High Antiquity Forbidden Land, as if playing the prelude to the impending disaster.
Old Devil sealed deep within the Forbidden Land began to awaken, their roars piercing through time and space, causing the entire universe to tremble.