Ren Xiaoyao staggered forward amidst the distorted Space-time Turbulence.
Every step felt like walking on shattered glass, a sharp, piercing pain shooting straight from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.
The blood-soaked black robes solidified into heavy armor, and the blood scabs peeled off with a rustling sound as the air blew.
Dark red debris fell into the Chaos Vortex, tracing a winding path through the azure Space-Time Rift, like lines of blood constantly seeping from a wound in the universe.
The roar from behind, imbued with Ancient Demonic Melody, pierced through his Divine Sense defenses like a rusty blade.
Wherever the sound waves passed, space cracked like a spider web, and even the threads of time were tangled into messy, jagged edges, twisted into grotesque vortexes.
Each breath he took was accompanied by excruciating pain in his chest, his broken ribs faintly visible in the dark purple stream of spiritual energy.
The meridians that had ruptured due to excessive use of force were oozing Black Blood with a metallic smell.
The Devil Creature that have awakened from the High Antiquity Forbidden Land are using their flesh and blood as blades to shred the Star Orbit into burning fragments.
The shattered meteorite streaked across the void, trailing a crimson tail of flame, like the blood and tears of the universe falling into the abyss.
The black mist emanating from the Chaos Land was like a living thing, devouring three stars at a visible speed.
Wherever it passed, the light particles were broken down into eerie purple fluorescence, as if the life force of the universe was being drained away inch by inch.
Ren Xiaoyao raised his hand to block the oncoming stream of Dark Matter, and the blood that seeped from between his fingers condensed into Ice Crystals in the air, reflecting a chilling light.
Fine cracks appeared on the surface of those Ice Crystals, just like his Divine Sense defenses that were about to collapse.
Even more terrifying, distorted human face outlines faintly emerged from within the Ice Crystals, their mouths open in silent roars, like Ancient Vengeful Souls trapped in an ice prison.
With each step he took, he could feel the space itself groaning in agony under the oppressive power of the Devil Creature.
The remnants of civilizations floating in the Space-Time Rift silently tell the story of the catastrophe: fragmented prayers float on the broken temple domes, and the Blood Crystals of ancient warriors are congealed on the rusty bronze weapons.
These Blood Crystals glowed eerily in the darkness, as if silently accusing the tyranny of the underworld.
Further away, in the Star Realms eroded by black mist, the roar of collapsing stars sounded like the death knell of the universe.
Echoing through distorted time and space, it gradually weaves into a somber, ancient ballad.
The song was interspersed with Curse from Ancient Gods and the wails of the devoured; every note was like a sharp blade, tearing at his soul.
Even the spiritual energy in his dantian began to surge uncontrollably, rampaging through his meridians.
His temples throbbed, and strange and terrifying images flashed through his mind—countless ancestors turned into skeletons in the black mist, their souls forged into glowing chains by Devil Creature and suspended among the Nebula.
He turned abruptly, and Twelve Chaos Chains flew out from his sleeve. The runes flowing on the chains shone with an ancient and mysterious light, like Star River flowing across his wrist.
Chains intertwined in the air to form an ancient Demon Sealing Array. As runes flickered, they temporarily pinned a Devil Creature resembling an octopus with a thousand human faces to the void.
Each face of the Devil Creature emitted a shriek at a different frequency, the sound waves vibrating along the edges of the formation.
Blood began to seep from Ren Xiaoyao's seven orifices, his eardrums nearly ruptured from the high-frequency sound waves, and his consciousness teetered on the brink of collapse amidst the terrifying sonic waves.
He strained to maintain his consciousness, mobilizing the remaining Chaos Origin within his body to reinforce the formation. Veins bulged on his forehead, and every blood vessel seemed about to burst.
You can even hear the faint cracking sounds of bones under pressure.
His fingernails dug deeply into his palms, and drops of blood fell onto the chains, causing the runes to glow with an eerie red light, creating a strange resonance with the howls of the Devil Creature.
As the Devil Creature struggled, Black Slime began to seep from the edges of the array. When the liquid hit the ground, it corroded deep, bottomless holes.
From within came the sobs of countless wronged souls, a sound like a lament from the depths of the Nine Netherworlds, chilling to the bone.
He could even see through the gaps in the formation the afterimages of those wronged souls twisting and struggling in the slime, each expression frozen with the fear and despair before death.
Even more terrifying, the sobs of these wronged souls intertwined with the shrieks of the Devil Creature, creating a strange resonance.
This caused the surrounding space to begin to fold strangely, and countless distorted Space Fragments flashed before his eyes.
Each fragment reflects a different apocalyptic scene: cities reduced to ashes in Black Flames, planets pierced by giant tentacles, and living beings torn to pieces in Space-time Rift.
These images played on repeat in his mind like a nightmare, and suddenly a burnt smell filled his nostrils—the smell of his soul being burned by overdrawing his Divine Sense.
In a daze, he saw his shadow split into countless parts in the void, each shadow holding a different weapon, but all pointing in the same direction—the depths of the black mist.
"We must find a way to completely annihilate them..." Ren Xiaoyao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his gaze sweeping across the Star Realms in the depths of the universe that was being eroded by the black mist, his eyes filled with solemnity and determination.
He suddenly remembered the ancient book fragments shown by the silver-haired old man in his sea of consciousness, which contained the proverb, " Primordial Chaos gives birth to two poles, and Divine Stone suppress the Nine Netherworlds."
According to ancient texts, there once existed a Divine Stone containing the Creative Power in Ancient Times, capable of completely purifying the source of all evil.
This glimmer of hope, like a firefly in the dark, rekindled his fighting spirit. Even though the road ahead was fraught with unknown dangers, he resolutely embarked on the journey to find the Divine Stone.
At this moment, the hem of his Daoist robe had been torn into strips by the Space-time Turbulence, fluttering behind him like a tattered battle flag.
At his ankle, a wisp of black mist had somehow coiled around him, writhing like a living snake and trying to burrow into his skin.
While traversing a Dark Matter Nebula, he witnessed Star Realms assimilated by Devil Creature —stars transformed into beating hearts, their surfaces covered with grotesque veins, spewing out black mist with corrosive power with each beat.
These black mists coalesced in the air into distorted faces, as if mocking the fragility of the universe.
The Planets was transformed into Flesh Fortress covered in eyes, which swirled across its surface, casting greedy and malevolent gazes.
Every glance sent ripples through the space, as if in fear of this malevolent gaze.
On the edges of these assimilated Star Realms, countless starships, corroded to the point of being nothing but skeletons, float. Their wreckage still retains energy fluctuations from the battles, as if telling the story of the fierce battles that once took place here.
Through the portholes of those starships, one could still see petrified crew members frozen in battle stances, their expressions etched with terror and resentment.
One of the crew members still had his finger in the position of pulling the trigger of the Kinetic Energy cannon, but his fingertip had been corroded to the point of exposing the white bone.
Suddenly, a tattered flag floated out from the wreckage of a starship, bearing the ancient words "Unyielding to the Death," but it turned to dust the moment it came into contact with the black mist.
Star Chart Guidance, Ren Xiaoyao traversed seven shattered planes.
With each traversal of a plane, he had to endure the excruciating pain caused by the Law Conflict, as if his entire body was being torn apart by Invisible Power.
As he passed through the fifth dimension, strange black lines suddenly appeared under the skin of his left arm, a sign of being eroded by the Space-time Turbulence.
The black lines writhed beneath the skin like living creatures, each pulsation accompanied by excruciating pain.
This pain was not only physical, but also felt like countless tiny insects were gnawing at his soul.
He could feel these black lines gradually spreading, trying to invade his heart and consciousness.
As he traversed the sixth dimension, hallucinations began to appear before his eyes, as if countless phantoms of Devil Creature were swirling around him, reaching out their sharp claws to scratch his body.
The air was thick with the stench of decay; every breath felt like swallowing scalding hot iron filings.
In a daze, he saw his blood congeal in the air into ancient Totems, only to be swallowed up by Void in an instant.
In his mind's eye, the image of the silver-haired old man grew increasingly blurry, leaving only a faint warning. "Beware of karma..."
Finally, he arrived at a Blessed Land bathed in soft golden light.
Countless Floating Islands dot the landscape, each covered with Sandalwood Incense -scented Jade Marrow Tree. Star River -like bands of light flow between the trees' shadows, creating a dreamlike scene.
But upon closer inspection, the band of light contained countless fragments of civilization's memories—children's smiling faces distorted by war, the faces of the elderly bearing unfinished regrets, and the roars of warriors becoming their final echoes, all silently telling the story of this Blessed Land's past.
These fragments of memory flicker and dim, as if telling Ren Xiaoyao the tragic story that once happened here.
As he approached one of the bands of light, a fragment of memory suddenly flew out and projected an image in front of him: a group of cultivators dressed in white were fighting fiercely against Devil Creature in this Blessed Land. They were eventually outnumbered and brutally killed by Devil Creature demons. Before they died, they poured their last bit of power into the Blessed Land, trying to protect its secrets.
At the end of the video, a white-robed cultivator tossed a jade slip engraved with Divine Stone pattern into the distance. The jade slip streaked through the air with a dazzling light before disappearing.
At this moment, Ren Xiaoyao noticed that tiny Black Vines were growing in the soil where the white-robed cultivators had fallen, slowly devouring their corpses.
Even more bizarrely, the unclosed eyes of the cultivators could be vaguely seen within the black fruits growing on the vines.
As he landed on the largest main island, the ground suddenly trembled, and an ancient Stone Gate slowly rose. The gate was carved with scenes of the Beginning of Chaos, and in the groove in the center of the gate, a faint light flowed, as if telling the story of the vicissitudes and mystery of time.
Ren Xiaoyao held his breath and approached. In the groove, there was a fist-sized, Rhombus Divine Stone.
The surface of the Divine Stone is covered with patterns like the Milky Way, sometimes coalescing into mountains and rivers, sometimes transforming into the sun, moon and stars, radiating a breathtaking Creative Power.
The moment his fingertips touched the Divine Stone, countless images flooded his mind— Ancient Gods using the Divine Stone as a key to seal the abyss's rifts; when demonic tides raged, the Divine Stone transformed into a shield of light Protecting All Living Beings...
These images acted as a key, unlocking his understanding of the power of the Divine Stone and making him deeply aware of his great responsibility.
His pupils suddenly contracted sharply—in the gaps between these images, he glimpsed a Black Robed Man standing beside the Divine Stone, the top of the Scepter in his hand inlaid with a substance similar to the shadow within his body.
Deep within the scene, he saw his own reflection, standing in a desolate Star Realms, the Divine Stone in his hand emitting an eerie black light.
He even saw the scene of the Divine Stone's last use of its power: a Goddess of War inserted the Divine Stone into her chest, transforming it into a pillar of light that pierced the sky, saving the entire Star Realms from darkness. Her eyes were filled with both determination and tenderness, and that light illuminated the dark corners of the entire universe.
In that light, Ren Xiaoyao seemed to see countless lives saved. They cheered and wept, filled with gratitude for the Goddess of War. But the Goddess of War, in the instant the light dissipated, transformed into starlight and merged into the universe.
At the same time, the Goddess of War's last murmur echoed in his mind, telling him that the power of the Divine Stone had not yet been fully awakened and that he needed to find the three Guardian Spirits of the Divine Stone to truly unleash its power.
Just as he was processing this information, three faint outlines suddenly appeared on the surface of the Divine Stone, resembling Giant Turtle, Phoenix, and Qilin respectively. These were the forms of the Guardian Spirits.
At that moment, the patterns on the surface of the Divine Stone suddenly surged like flowing water, and three blood-red marks appeared in his palm, like the imprint of fate.
On his wrist, a small wound had appeared out of nowhere, and beads of blood seeping from the wound floated in the air, forming a mysterious symbol that echoed the patterns on the Divine Stone.
However, the moment the Divine Stone was in hand, the Blessed Land suddenly trembled violently.
The black mist in the distance surged as if it were alive, and Devil Creature with bone wings on its back and eyes like Blood Moon burst through the void.
With each flap of its bone wings, several planets were torn to dust, and the powerful shockwaves churned the surrounding Nebula into vortexes.
Wherever it passed, space shattered like Shattered Mirror, reflecting eerie and terrifying scenes.
The Black Flames spewed from the Devil Creature's mouth could burn the very essence of a soul; wherever they went, space crumbled and even time itself was distorted.
Ren Xiaoyao immediately raised the Divine Stone high, and the light emanating from the Divine Stone collided with the dark aura of the Devil Creature, unleashing a deafening roar.
The powerful aftershocks of energy instantly leveled the surrounding islands.
The Jade Marrow Tree turned into crystalline dust under the high temperature, and the golden light of the Blessed Land began to twist into an eerie blood color, as if the whole world was heading towards destruction under this terrifying power.
In the shockwave of the explosion, he saw his reflection split into countless fragments in the distorted space, each reflection displaying a different expression: fear, anger, despair, all ultimately culminating in a cold laugh.
In the eyes of these reflections, he saw countless possible endings for himself: some were swallowed by the black mist, some became puppets of Devil Creature, and some... even stood on the dark side, holding the Divine Stone.
At the epicenter of the explosion, space was torn open into a massive Black Hole, which continuously devoured all surrounding matter and energy.
The edge of the Black Hole shimmered with an eerie purple light, echoing the aura emanating from the Devil Creature.
Even more terrifying, low roars could be heard from within the Black Hole, as if an even more powerful being was about to awaken.
With a roar, enormous runes began to appear around the Black Hole, emanating an evil aura and seemingly opening a passage for the Terrifying Existence was about to descend.
As the runes flowed, Ren Xiaoyao seemed to see countless scarlet eyes peering into the depths of the Black Hole —a gaze from the abyss.
His Divine Stone suddenly emitted a sharp buzzing sound, and fine cracks appeared on its surface, as if it feared the impending disaster.
Inside his body, the dark shadow began to roam wildly, and wherever it went, his meridians felt as if they were being bitten by thousands of ants.
Black Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the ground and corroding deep, bottomless pits.
"So the Divine Stone requires Essence Blood to activate..." Ren Xiaoyao gritted his teeth and cut his palm, letting the blood drip onto the surface of the Divine Stone.
The Divine Stone instantly shone brightly, transforming into a pillar of light that shot straight into the sky, outlining a complete Creation Array in the void.
The light of the great formation was as dazzling as the sun, and it engaged in a fierce battle with the Dark Power of the Devil Creature.
The Devil Creature roared in resentment, its body beginning to disintegrate in the light, but Ren Xiaoyao also coughed up blood incessantly due to the backlash of divine power.
The meridians in his body felt as if they were being scorched by raging fire, and the excruciating pain nearly made him faint.
In his hazy consciousness, he seemed to hear the whisper of the Divine Stone: "Only by enduring the pain of creation can one master the Origin Power."
The voice was deep and resonant, as if it came from the depths of the universe, giving him the strength to persevere.
At this moment, the blood gushing from his wound was no longer red, but had an eerie dark gold hue, condensing into ancient Dao Patterns in the air, echoing the light of the Divine Stone.
Within his sea of consciousness appeared an ancient scroll depicting a battle between three Guardian Spirits and a Black Robed Man. The man in Black Robed Man bore the exact same face he had seen in the image on the Divine Stone.
Visions began to appear before his eyes: the birth and destruction of the universe, and countless heroes sacrificing themselves to protect the world. These visions flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern, further strengthening his conviction.
At the same time, mysterious symbols began to appear around his body, swirling around him as if infusing him with power to resist the damage caused by the backlash of divine power.
These symbols gradually converged into a halo, within which emerged the phantoms of those who had wielded the Divine Stone throughout history. They poured their power into Ren Xiaoyao's body, helping him fight against the Devil Creature.
The figures' faces were either resolute or kind, but their eyes all revealed the same expectation—a legacy and hope that transcends time and space.
One of the phantoms suddenly spoke, its voice booming like a bell. "Beware of that dark shadow, it is the remnant soul of the Divine Stone's nemesis!"
As these words were spoken, the phantoms began to become transparent, their power transforming into starlight that merged into Ren Xiaoyao's body.
In his dantian, a dark golden seed was slowly growing, with black vines twining around it, Buddhist Light and darkness were engaged in a fierce struggle within his body.
In the end, the Devil Creature was forcibly sealed within Light Cocoon formed from the Divine Stone.
Ren Xiaoyao knelt on one knee, breathing heavily, and the light of the Divine Stone gradually dimmed.
He knew that this was only a temporary seal, and the power of the Divine Stone was rapidly dissipating.
He gripped the Divine Stone tightly, gazing at the universe eroded by the black mist, and murmured, "It seems I still need to find a way to activate the true power of the Divine Stone..."
Before the words were finished, the Divine Stone suddenly became intensely hot, Dao God Star Map emerged in the light, pointing to a more distant and unknown Star Realms.
The twinkling stars on the Star Map seemed to beckon him, signaling the start of another thrilling adventure. Ren Xiaoyao was already prepared to meet the challenge, his eyes filled with unwavering determination and perseverance.
At this moment, his hair began to turn white, each strand of white hair entwined with tiny black lines, like shackles of fate.
Behind him, from within the Light Cocoon came the low laughter of Devil Creature, laughter mixed with the screams of countless wronged souls, as if announcing the return of darkness.
The instant he turned around, Devil Creature sneer suddenly came from within the Light Cocoon, and a tiny black shadow burrowed into his body through the crack in the Divine Stone, like planting a time bomb.
A dark shadow moved through his meridians, and wherever it went, a chill seeped into his bones. A hoarse voice echoed deep within his consciousness, "We will meet again..."
The sound sent a shiver down his spine, but his gaze hardened. He gripped the Divine Stone tightly and flew toward the direction Star Chart Guidance, preparing to face a new challenge.
Behind him, the sealed Devil Creature struggled within the Light Cocoon Light Cocoon, its surface rippling as if it might shatter at any moment.
Meanwhile, the black mist in the distance continued to expand, devouring more and more Star Realms, shrouding the entire universe in an unknown fear.
The trail he left behind as he flew was no longer a dazzling light, but a series of black cracks, like wounds slashed across space and time.
Inside his body, the dark shadow had already lurked near his heart, and its shape gradually became clearer—it was a black dagger with Ancient Curse Runes engraved on its hilt.
Deep within the black mist, a pair of enormous eyes were faintly watching Ren Xiaoyao's every move. Those eyes were filled with contempt and killing intent, as if waiting for the right moment to deliver a fatal blow to Ren Xiaoyao.
Ren Xiaoyao's flight path was gradually approaching a mysterious Star Realms shrouded in darkness. There, not only might clues to the Guardian Spirits the Divine Stone be hidden, but also more terrifying unknown beings lurking. Their auras appeared and disappeared in the void, as if silently announcing that an even more thrilling battle was about to unfold.
Ren Xiaoyao's heart pounded harder as he got closer to that Star Realms. He could feel a powerful force awakening in the depths of darkness.
It was a power capable of overturning the entire universe; its oppressive force, even across endless Star Realms, pressed down on Ren Xiaoyao's heart like a heavy hammer. His Divine Stone suddenly trembled at a high frequency, the flowing Milky Way patterns on its surface twisting into vortexes, as if warning of an impending crisis. The dark shadow lurking within him also began to stir, transforming into wisps of black mist that spread along his blood vessels to his throat, causing every inch of his skin to feel the stinging pain of being pierced by thousands of ice needles.