The moment the golden sphere of light collided with the energy sphere, the entire universe seemed to be rewound.
The cracks in spacetime spread like a spider web, and wherever they passed, stars crumbled into dust, and Star River twisted into eerie vortexes.
The ancient Star Core of a distant galaxy was forcibly torn apart, bursting forth with a dazzling light like Supernova Explosion, only to plunge into eternal darkness in an instant.
Tens of thousands of Nebula were shredded and reassembled by this force, forming distorted spatial folds, interspersed with remnants of Ancient Battlefield that had not yet completely dissipated—broken divine armor, shattered divine weapons, and terrified faces frozen in the void, all turned to dust in this collision.
In those Star Realms swept up in the Energy Storm, one could even hear the dying sighs of Ancient Gods, who were completely sealed in Void as the spatial folds closed.
Countless fragments of civilizations swallowed by Space-time Rift, in the instant before their annihilation, project their final memories as light and shadow that transcend dimensions, piecing together apocalyptic scenes on the backdrop of the universe.
In some of the light and shadow, one can see the last sacrificial rituals of a civilization, with priests raising Scepter engraved with mysterious symbols, praying for protection from the Void.
Some are the innocent smiles of children, frozen into eternal sorrow in the moment of destruction.
These lights and shadows, like tears of the universe, shimmered in the cracks of spacetime, and were eventually scattered by the surging Energy Torrent, leaving only faint mournful cries echoing in the void.
Further away, some ancient observatories hidden in the Space-time Folds suddenly had their Star Orbit Recorder running wildly, sending this apocalyptic scene to every corner of the universe in the form of quantum fluctuations, as if leaving a final footnote for a civilization about to disappear.
The bronze patterns on the surface of those recorders emitted a faint blue light, and the Star Sand inside arranged itself into warning patterns amidst violent vibrations, like the last silent cry of an ancient civilization.
Ren Xiaoyao's consciousness almost dissipated amidst the violent tremors. The Chaos Vortex spun wildly, devouring all the raging energy and transforming it into wisps of pure spiritual power that flowed into his meridians.
The excruciating pain felt like a thousand ants gnawing at his heart, yet he gritted his teeth and allowed the Pangu Phantom to continuously condense new Principle within his sea of consciousness.
The formation of each Principle is accompanied by excruciating pain that Soul-Tearing. Divine Sense is repeatedly tempered between the raging flames and the icy abyss of the Nine Netherworlds, and forged in the furnace of the Heavenly Dao.
In a daze, he saw countless versions of himself from Past and Present Lives being annihilated and reborn under the impact of the Principle. Some became gods Protecting All Living Beings, while others fell into the path of Demonic Dao and became tyrants. In the end, they all turned into specks of starlight and merged into his ever-growing Divine Sense.
Deeper still, ancient scenes surfaced in his mind: Pangu's Sky-Opening, countless beings perished in the Primordial Chaos due to the collision of Principle; in the Ancient God-Demon War, shattered Principle tore through the sky like sharp blades.
These fragments of memory corroborate the Principle he is refining, allowing his consciousness to continuously elevate amidst suffering, gradually touching upon the true essence of the Heavenly Dao.
Deep within his soul, countless tiny Law Runes moved like living things, intertwining and merging with each other, constructing a completely new order of the Heavenly Dao amidst excruciating pain.
Deep in his consciousness, he seemed to see the magnificent scene of Pangu's Sky-Opening. Primordial Chaos like thick ink, Pangu, holding Giant Axe, swung it with all his might, separating the clear from the turbid, and the Beginning of Heaven and Earth. The great power of World Creation made his soul tremble.
At this moment, he resonated with the will of Pangu across time and space, and an ancient cry echoed in his sea of consciousness, "Break!"
At the same time, in his dantian, a Chaos Seeds condensed from the Principle was slowly growing, each pulse accompanied by a tremor of spacetime, absorbing the primordial power that was free in the universe.
Ancient Heavenly Dao Patterns appeared on the surface of the seed, and with each breath, it tore miniature wormholes in the surrounding space, absorbing energy from different dimensions.
When the light faded, an eerie silence descended upon the world.
Ren Xiaoyao was surrounded by faintly visible Chaos Divine Markings. These patterns sometimes transformed into flowing Star River, and sometimes condensed into ancient Totems, each one flowing with the rhythm of World Creation.
The Pangu Phantom floating behind them slowly opened its Bei Min eyes, its pupils reflecting the rise and fall of the entire universe.
The phantom raised its hand and waved it lightly, and a golden Light Arcs streaked across the sky. Wherever it passed, the Broken Space began to reassemble, the destroyed stars re-condensed, and the extinguished Star Core rekindled the flames of hope.
The tattered Daoist robe fluttered without wind, each piece of it carrying the pressure of World Creation, like a newly born Creation Deity.
The void beneath his feet sank slightly, forming a Chaos Vortex that absorbed all the free energy around him. Even the distant fragments of Nebula drifted towards him involuntarily.
Further away, some ancient sacred sites of cultivation sensed this aura, and Auspicious Light rose from them. Ancient bells and chimes echoed from the depths of the void, as if playing music for the new creator.
In an Ancient Sects hidden in the Space-Time Rift, the sect leader gazed at the strange phenomenon in the sky, trembling as he took out Prophecy Jade Slip that had been sealed for thousands of years. The words " Primordial Chaos appears, Mandate of Heaven returns" were clearly displayed on it.
Deep within the sect, the ancient Star Map enshrined there suddenly began to rotate on its own, with countless Star Orbit intertwining to form the words "Calamity Begins," a warning of the impending storm.
The sect's Mountain Protecting Formation lit up automatically, and the runes engraved on the ancient Stone Tablet flickered incessantly, as if sensing the impending great crisis.
In the sect's Scripture Library, ancient books recording High Antiquity secrets moved without wind, and unprecedented prophecies appeared on the yellowed pages. " The Child of Chaos will be born, the Eye of the Evil God will open, and heaven and earth will return to Primordial Chaos."
At this moment, the treasure at the top of the Scripture Library —a Ancient Bronze Mirror engraved with Star Map —suddenly burst forth with Dazzling Light. Countless blurry figures appeared in the mirror, bowing in Ren Xiaoyao's direction before dissipating into starlight.
The Taotie on the edge of the ancient mirror emitted a faint light, and the Star Orbit engraved on the bottom of the mirror resonated with the divine patterns around Ren Xiaoyao, projecting a miniature model of the Chaos Universe into the void.
The moment the Tribulation Clouds dissipated, a massive Black Vortex suddenly twisted in the void, as if the universe had been ripped open with a hideous wound.
The Dark Heavenly Emperor, carrying Heavenly Demon energy, Sky-Rending Strike, leaving Pitch-Black Tail Flame that stretched for millions of miles behind him. Wherever he passed, space was like a corroded rag, emitting a tooth-grinding hiss.
In his crimson pupils, greed and shock intertwined—he clearly saw that Ren Xiaoyao had almost been annihilated during the Heavenly Tribulation, but now he was reborn from the ashes, and the aura emanating from his body was no different from the Primordial Chaos at the Beginning of Creation.
"Impossible!" The Dark Heavenly Emperor's roar shattered the clouds in the sky. He swung his black Demonic Halberd, and space shattered like a mirror. Thousands of demonic shadows surged out from the Rift, baring their fangs and claws as they pounced on Ren Xiaoyao.
Those demonic figures were engulfed in Karmic Fire, each flame carrying a deadly poison that corroded the Heaven and Earth Laws. Wherever they passed, even the air began to distort and deform, and the earth cracked inch by inch, revealing a bottomless black abyss.
A mournful wail echoed from the abyss, as if countless trapped souls were crying for help, their voices filled with despair and pain.
Deep within the abyss, pairs of dark red eyes flickered faintly; these were the ancient Evil God imprisoned by the Dark Heavenly Emperor, yearning to devour fresh souls.
One of the Evil God let out a sinister laugh, its voice piercing through the void. " Dark Heavenly Emperor, if this child is not eliminated, both of us will be doomed!"
As the Evil God roared, countless chains at the Bottom of the Abyss snapped, and more sealed evil wills began to awaken.
From the abyss came the occasional loud crash of breaking chains, accompanied by a nauseating stench, as if some terrifying being was about to break free of its restraints.
In the deepest part of the abyss, a colossal figure slowly writhed, each breath causing the entire universe to tremble. Dark purple mist emanated from its body, and wherever it went, space began to decay.
At this moment, from the dark rift at the edge of the universe, came eerie chanting sounds, echoing the aura in the abyss, as if some kind of evil summoning ritual was being performed.
Tentacles covered in barbs extend from the depths of the rift, each tipped with a bloodshot eyeball that greedily gazes upon the myriad phenomena of the universe.
Ren Xiaoyao raised his sword finger slightly, and the Creative Power flowing in the Divine Stone solidified, outlining the phantom of Pangu's Sky-Opening Axe in the air.
Where the axe blade fell, the Law of Space were instantly reorganized, and the demonic shadow melted away like ice and snow meeting the sun.
The Dark Heavenly Emperor's pupils shrank sharply, and twelve layers of Dark Law erupted from the Demonic Halberd, transforming into a black curtain that blotted out the sky and descended.
In the darkness, countless wronged souls howled mournfully, trying to drag Ren Xiaoyao's soul into an abyss of eternal damnation.
Strange runes kept emerging from the surface of the black curtain, each rune containing enough power to destroy a galaxy.
As the runes flickered, the entire world was plunged into eternal darkness; the stars dimmed and the Milky Way lost its color.
Only Ren Xiaoyao was surrounded by a brilliant golden light, the Stellar Power and the Creative Power merging together. With a wave of his hand, a Milky Way that pierced through heaven and earth poured out, the Milky Way flashing with Law Fragments of billions of stars, and collided with the black curtain with a thunderous roar.
The energy shockwaves from the collision created a massive eye of storm in the void, engulfing everything in its path and pulverizing it into primordial particles.
At the eye of the storm, countless tiny Space Fragments streaked through the air like meteors, colliding and producing Dazzling Light. Within this light, the Remnants of Ancient Civilizations could be seen, endlessly cycling between destruction and rebirth.
The wisdom of some Ancient Civilization, such as jade slips that record the ultimate secrets of the universe and fragments of divine artifacts containing great power, also appeared in the collision, only to be quickly destroyed by the aftershocks of energy.
Just as one of the jade slips was about to shatter, an ancient Divine Sense instantly surged into Ren Xiaoyao's sea of consciousness, revealing the warning. "At the end of Primordial Chaos, Evil God are resurrected."
At the same time, a mysterious coordinate deep in the universe began to vibrate violently, and countless ancient Altar simultaneously lit up with a blood-red light.
On these Altar, ancient sacrificial statues have blood flowing from their eyes and are chanting incantations, seemingly performing some kind of evil ritual.
On a certain Altar, blood gathered into a massive array, within which emerged a gigantic eye, emitting an eerie green light, coldly gazing upon everything in the universe.
At this moment, countless shimmering points of light suddenly emerged from the destroyed fragments of civilization. They converged into a ribbon of light, flew towards Ren Xiaoyao, merged into his body, and brought with them more fragments of memories about the ancient Evil God.
In the fragments of memory, there flashes of a sealed palace of Evil God. Inside, amidst mountains of bones, stands Obelisk inscribed with forbidden runes, and atop the obelisk floats a beating black heart.
Two World-Destroying Power clashed, causing the space within a million-mile Fang Yuan to collapse completely.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment; space was torn into countless fragments, which then collided and reassembled, only to be destroyed again.
The Dark Heavenly Emperor was sent flying backward, Black Blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with disbelief. "You're nothing but an ant who just survived Heavenly Tribulation, how could you...?"
Before he finished speaking, Ren Xiaoyao had already transformed into a streak of light and arrived. The Pangu Phantom emerged from his palm, carrying the power of World Creation, and struck the Dark Heavenly Emperor's face.
This palm strike contains the Supreme Principles of Heavenly Dao; each palm line corresponds to the birth and death of a world.
Wherever the palm strike passed, space began to distort, time began to reverse, and everything around the Dark Heavenly Emperor was being forcibly reshaped.
Under this power, the Dark Heavenly Emperor's Demon Soldiers crumbled inch by inch, turning into black mist and dissipating into the air. Even his prized Demonic Armor developed fine cracks, as if it would shatter completely at any moment.
Dark demonic blood seeped from the cracks in the Demonic Armor, each drop corroding the surrounding space and forming small Black Hole.
These Black Hole attracted and merged with each other, forming a miniature dark Star Realms beside the Dark Heavenly Emperor, exuding a chilling Destructive Aura.
Twisted faces kept appearing in the Star Realms; they were the remnant souls of powerful beings devoured by the Dark Heavenly Emperor, uttering silent cries of despair.
The faces of these remnant souls were filled with pain and resentment, their eyes revealing a longing for freedom and revenge, yet they were unable to break free from the shackles of the Dark Star Realms.
One of the remnant souls suddenly burst forth with intense light and roared, " Dark Heavenly Emperor, even if my soul is annihilated, I will drag you down to hell!"
The light transformed into a sharp arrow and shot towards the Dark Heavenly Emperor, but was swallowed by darkness the moment it touched him.
At this moment, the demonic blood seeping from the cracks in the Dark Heavenly Emperor's Demonic Armor coalesced into a ferocious face, which let out a silent roar at Ren Xiaoyao, attempting to use its last strength to fight back.
The fangs of the demonic face dripped corrosive venom, scorching black smoke from holes in the void, from which came the wails of trapped creatures.
In a hasty act, the Dark Heavenly Emperor conjured Demon Giant Shield, which was covered with Ancient Demon Gods Curse Runes. The runes shimmered with a dark purple light and exuded a chilling pressure.
However, before the Pangu Phantom, the giant shield was as thin as paper, shattering inch by inch upon contact.
He retreated rapidly, his Demonic Halberd swirling wildly as he unleashed his ultimate forbidden technique, " Dark Abyss Devouring Art." Endless darkness transformed into Taotie maw, attempting to devour Ren Xiaoyao.
Within the gigantic maw, countless Black Chains weaved, each capable of imprisoning the soul of True God.
Black Flames burned inside the giant maw, the flames were so hot that they scorched holes in the space itself.
The faces of powerful figures who had once been devoured by the Dark Heavenly Emperor faintly emerged from the flames, struggling in agony and letting out desperate cries.
Ren Xiaoyao neither dodged nor avoided, his body surging with Chaos Qi, and he actually stepped into the dark vortex on his own initiative.
Amidst the Dark Heavenly Emperor's ecstatic grin, he raised his hand and tore through the void, retrieving a blood-stained fragment of the Sky-Opening Axe —a relic of Pangu that had awakened from the depths of the Divine Stone while absorbing the power of the Heavenly Tribulation.
The broken blade still retains the supreme fighting spirit of Pangu when he World-Opening Technique, and the bloodstains on the axe blade contain the power to destroy the world.
As soon as the broken blade appeared, the entire world began to tremble, as if in response to the awakening of Pangu's power.
Countless Ancient Gods appeared in the void, letting out deafening roars, as if celebrating the reappearance of Pangu's power.
In the sky, ancient auspicious omens appeared one after another: the Golden Crow spread its wings, the Qilin treaded on the clouds, Phoenix Nirvana, adding a touch of sacredness to this battle.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the universe, some mysterious ancient races sensed this power and sent envoys to investigate.
One of the races' prophets gazed at the sky and murmured, " The Chaos Calamity has only just begun."
The prophet's crystal ball suddenly shattered, and the fragments that burst forth formed an apocalyptic scene in the air: dark purple Thunder Clouds shrouded the universe, and countless Evil God crawled out of the abyss.
These fragments spun in the air, emitting an eerie light, as if foreshadowing an impending catastrophe.
In the prophet's tribe, ancient Totems poles began to bleed. The tribe's elders looked to the sky, knelt on the ground in despair, and chanted Ancient Incantations, trying to prevent the disaster from coming.
At that moment, Dao God mark appeared on the prophet's forehead, shimmering with a faint light, as if communicating with some distant power.
The skin around the mark began to crack, oozing Golden Liquid that condensed in the air to form an ancient Star Map.
The broken blade of the Sky-Opening Axe cleaved down, shattering the dark vortex.
The terrifying aftershocks swept across the surroundings, annihilating space and reversing time wherever they passed.
The Dark Heavenly Emperor retreated in a sorry state, his body covered in hideous wounds, and his Demonic Runes dimmed and lost their luster.
His black robe was torn, and his exposed skin was covered with cracks burned by the Creative Power, each crack emitting wisps of smoke.
The Dark Heavenly Emperor's hair became disheveled, and his eyes were filled with terror and resentment.
He stared at the broken Demonic Halberd in his hand, a fear he had never felt before welling up inside him.
Ren Xiaoyao did not pursue, but stood in mid-air with his axe blade in hand, the Chaos Aura and starlight intertwining behind him to form a constantly rotating Yin-Yang Fish.
"Your era should end." His voice was calm, yet it contained an undeniable, Heavenly Dao Pressure, as if it were Principle established at the Beginning of Heaven and Earth.
The sound echoed in the void, causing a series of intense spatial tremors.
Wherever the shockwave reached, ripples spread through the space, as if a giant rock had been thrown into the water.
The distant mountains collapsed with a deafening roar amidst the tremors, rivers flowed upstream, and the entire world underwent tremendous changes under the influence of this force.
Some Ancient Secret Realm hidden deep in the mountains were shaken open, and the ancient beings sleeping within were awakened.
In one of the Secret Realm, a powerful being who had slumbered for countless ages slowly opened his eyes, gazing at Ren Xiaoyao on the horizon. A hint of relief and worry flashed in his eyes. " The Chosen of Destiny has appeared, but the calamity of the Evil God..."
Before the powerful being finished speaking, cracks began to appear in the ancient seal within the Secret Realm, from which countless Evil Aura seeped out.
These Evil Aura transformed into black smoke, condensing into various terrifying shapes in the air and emitting eerie cries, as if announcing their return to the world.
In another Secret Realm, cracks began to appear in the massive stone pillar that sealed an ancient Evil God. One by one Seal Runes on the pillar went out, and an evil force was frantically attacking the seal.
At this moment, the ancient restrictions within these Secret Realm began to operate automatically, releasing beams of ancient light in an attempt to reseal the evil power that was about to escape. However, the light gradually weakened under the Erosion of Aura.
Countless distorted human faces emerged from the surface of the sealed stone pillar. They opened their huge mouths, which were filled with fangs, and spewed out Black Mucus that corroded everything, turning the surrounding restrictive runes into charred marks.
A trickle of crimson blood spilled from the corner of the Dark Heavenly Emperor's mouth. He gently wiped it away with his hand, yet a flicker of fear flashed deep within his eyes. Despite this, he forced himself to remain composed and let out a wild laugh, "Hahahaha, very well! What a Chosen of Destiny! Today I'll let you be arrogant for now. After I've gone into seclusion to cultivate, I'll make you know my true power!"
His voice echoed in the void, carrying a hint of resentment and anger. However, before he could finish speaking, the Dark Heavenly Emperor suddenly flashed, like a ghost, instantly tearing through space, and then sped away like a black lightning bolt, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Before leaving, he gave Ren Xiaoyao a deep look, his eyes filled with resentment and a hint of fear of the unknown.
Ren Xiaoyao gazed in the direction where the Dark Heavenly Emperor had disappeared, the Pangu Phantom slowly dissipating behind him. He knew that this battle concerning the survival of heaven and earth had only just begun.
In the distance, the world affected by the aftermath of the battle is slowly repairing itself; the Broken Space is gradually healing, and time is beginning to flow normally again.
However, a new crisis is also quietly brewing in the darkness. A more mysterious and powerful force is stirring in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to bring even greater disaster to the world.
In some corner of the universe, a pair of eyes emitting an eerie green light slowly opened, watching this earth-shattering battle, a strange smile curling at the corner of their lips.
The surrounding space began to distort, and countless black tentacles stretched out from the void, as if preparing for the impending disaster.
The tentacles were covered with strange runes. As the runes flickered, a suffocating sense of oppression spread out, foreshadowing an even greater crisis to come.
At the end of the tentacles, a huge black Altar could be vaguely seen, covered with ancient and evil patterns. In the center of the Altar Altar, a huge Black Sphere was slowly rotating, absorbing the surrounding Dark Energy.
As the sphere rotated, the entire Altar began to emit a blood-red light. The ancient patterns around the Altar seemed to come alive, twisting and struggling, emitting eerie laughter that sent chills down one's spine, as if cheering for the being about to awaken.
At the bottom of the Altar, countless chains were wrapped around a gigantic figure. As the Blood Light intensified, the chains began to crack inch by inch, and an Evil Aura powerful enough to make the universe tremble was slowly rising from the deepest part of the abyss.