When the golden Principle of the Four Great Avatars completely pierced through the ninth Dark Purple Phantom, the world suddenly fell into a deathly silence.
The wind across the entire continent abruptly ceased, and even the roar of the distant waterfall was swallowed up by some invisible force, leaving only the residual energy ripples humming faintly in the void.
The Spirit Vein Crystal suspended high in the sky stopped circulating, and the patterns on the crystal surface became dull and lifeless, like a dead object that had lost its life.
The Ancient Divine Beast that dwelled in the Secret Realm trembled and collapsed to the ground, their dragon scales falling off in a flurry, and their Phoenix Feather withering away.
The World Tree, rooted for 100,000 years, drooped its withered branches, and withered leaves fell in a rustling sound. Each leaf had charred edges, as if it had been licked by flames.
The entire universe seemed to have been paused, even the flow of time slowed down and stagnated, with only the wailing sounds coming from the Space Cracks telling of the impending disaster.
The Nine Clones of the Dark Heavenly Emperor each met their tragic ends, as if enacting the final chapter of an apocalypse.
Their death throes were like the mournful cries of Ancient Ferocious Beast, dragging this world into an even deeper Dark Abyss.
The disappearance of each clone was like tearing open the veil between reality and Void, revealing the surging Chaos Origin behind it.
In the void, dark red mist began to spread, a sign that the Cosmic Origin was being polluted. Wherever it went, space became viscous, and light distorted into eerie arcs.
The First Clone unleashed Bone Spear Rain like a black storm, the spear tips slicing through the air with a sharp hiss.
The sound was like the whistle of Death God; each wave of sound could carve furrows several feet deep into the ground.
The Defense Clone roared, Golden Shield shone brightly, with runes flowing wildly across its surface, forming an ancient defensive array.
The array depicted an illusion of World Creation, but it continuously crumbled under the impact of the bone spears.
The bone spear struck it, sparking blinding sparks as it disintegrated into tiny energy fragments, like shattered Obsidian, streaking through the air with faint purple light.
The flesh beneath the scales sizzled under the burning Power of Principle, and the eerie black mist surged forth like a living thing. Countless agonizing and distorted human faces faintly appeared in the mist; these were all innocent beings devoured by the Dark Heavenly Emperor.
With a deafening roar, the First Clone exploded, countless fragments carrying Destructive Aura scattered like meteors, drawing black trails in the void. Wherever they passed, the space rippled, as if torn open, and even saw drops of crimson seeping from the Space Cracks, as if the heavens and earth were bleeding. From the depths of the rifts came the roar of Ancient Demons.
The space at the edge of the crack began to collapse, forming small Black Hole that greedily devoured all the surrounding matter and energy.
The Second Clone's giant python body writhed wildly in the Light of Purification of the Healing Clone, its scales sizzling as they collided with the light.
The Black Demonic Qi formed scales that peeled off one by one, revealing the face of a vengeful spirit hidden beneath each scale. They were densely packed, twisting and writhing, like maggots clinging to a python.
The vengeful spirits let out mournful howls, their voices seemingly piercing the soul, expressing endless pain. The cries of infants and the sighs of the elderly were mixed in with the sounds, as if countless wronged souls were crying out at the same time.
As the Light of Purification penetrated deeper, the giant python's body gradually became transparent, and the vengeful spirits inside were purified one by one. With each vengeful spirit purified, a golden light would shoot into the sky, forming ancient Soul-Suppressing Runes in the air.
Finally, with a deafening roar, the giant python exploded into a foul-smelling toxic mist. The mist spread across the entire battlefield like a tidal wave, instantly withering the vegetation in its wake and corroding the ground into bottomless pits. Black, viscous liquid continuously gushed from these pits, emitting nauseating gurgling sounds. Twisted human faces appeared on the surface of the liquid, as if Curse the world.
The expressions on these faces changed constantly, sometimes ferocious, sometimes sorrowful, while emitting sharp Curse that shook the air wherever the sound waves reached.
The Destruction Rays of the Third Clone collided violently with the Star Barrier of the Deduction Clone. A blinding light burst forth at the point where the energy intertwined, turning the entire sky into an eerie purple, like a curtain stained with blood.
The moment the Star Orbit shattered, dark purple blood droplets burst from the eyes of the Third Clone. The blood droplets traced eerie arcs in the air, and each droplet that landed triggered a small explosion, with Black Flames continuously emerging from the craters created.
The entire head was like a crushed berry, brain matter mixed with Evil Runes spraying into the air. The runes formed a hideous face in the air, emitting a piercing laugh, which was mixed with the pleas for mercy of countless devoured beings.
Its body rapidly disintegrated under the powerful Energy Impact, turning into countless tiny dark purple particles. As they drifted in the wind, they left faint traces of corrosion in the air. The air in the area seemed to have been drained of its life force, becoming deathly still and silent, with even light unable to penetrate the area.
The air was thick with the pungent smell of sulfur, and black moss began to grow on the ground. This moss spread like wildfire, eroding the rocks into dust wherever it went.
The swarm of bats that the Fourth Clone crashed into Ren Xiaoyao's Golden Barrier like a dark cloud pressing down on a city. Each Poison Bats emitted a sharp, piercing shriek, like the cry of an infant, as it was scorched by the light of the Divine Stone.
Their wings beat against the air, creating black hurricanes that kicked up dust wherever they went, grinding rocks into powder.
Their bodies rapidly dissolved in the light, and the poisonous mist they transformed into was pulverized by the Axe Wind generated by the Combat Avatar wielding the Sky-Opening Axe before it even hit the ground.
Where the poisonous fog dissipated, the air hissed, as if it were metal being scorched by high temperatures. The ground even showed charred marks, like wasteland burned by a fire. Black smoke continued to rise from the scorched earth, and the smoke condensed into the shape of bats.
These bat-shaped plumes of smoke constantly reformed, sometimes transforming into a gigantic Bat King, and sometimes splitting into countless smaller bats, emitting sharp cries in the air, the sound waves causing the surrounding space to buzz.
The Fifth Clone's Bone Scythe collided with the Sky-Opening Axe. The ear-piercing metallic friction sound was like a demonic chant, causing pain to the eardrums. Many weaker cultivators even bled from their seven orifices on the spot.
Dark purple blood gushed out like a fountain, instantly corroding Bottomless Ravines upon hitting the ground. Black smoke continuously billowed from these trenches, emitting a pungent odor.
The clone's body began to rot from the joints, with chunks of black, decaying flesh peeling off and emitting a nauseating stench mixed with the smell of rotting sulfur and blood.
Finally, the Fifth Clone collapsed like a melting wax figure, leaving only a pile of foul-smelling, black-smoking remains. The surrounding land was also corroded and turned pitch black, covered with dense cracks like a giant spider web, from which Black Liquid continuously seeped.
These Black Liquid pooled together, forming small lakes with bubbles floating on their surface, occasionally bursting with a popping sound. The splashed liquid dripped onto the surrounding land, corroding and creating even more cracks.
The Sixth Clone absorbed the Demonic Qi Wave transformed from the attack, which then swished back against the Pangu Phantom that was Defense Clone's rebound.
Its skin churned violently like boiling asphalt, and countless vengeful faces emerged from its pores, emitting mournful cries like those of a skinned animal, filled with despair and agony.
Under the influence of the energy backlash, the body of the Sixth Clone was torn into pieces. The fragments drifted like black butterflies to every corner of the battlefield, causing the space to distort wherever they passed, as if the space was being kneaded by an invisible hand. Painful groans echoed from the distorted space.
These groans intertwined, forming an eerie symphony that sent chills down one's spine.
Where space is distorted, time also begins to become disordered. In some places, time speeds up, while in others it slows down, and there are even instances of time reversing. In some areas of the battlefield, past battle scenes are recreated.
The Undead Legion of the Seventh Clone made a cracking sound as it rubbed against the Golden Chains of the Healing Clone. Wherever the chains wrapped, the bones turned to ash, which drifted in the air like white snowflakes.
When the clone itself was enveloped in light, it let out a sharp scream, its voice filled with resentment and fear. The sound echoed between heaven and earth, lingering for a long time.
The white bones around his body crumbled inch by inch, and the black soul twisted and dissipated during the purification, leaving only a Void. Only a layer of white bone powder remained on the ground, which drifted in the wind, forming an eerie Bone Mist. The appearance of the Undead Legion in its former life was faintly emerging in the Bone Mist.
These spirits constantly changed their appearance in life, appearing as warriors, mages, and civilians, all with expressions of fear and anger on their faces, as if they were telling their grievances.
Bone Mist drifted in the wind, causing temperatures to plummet wherever it went, and a layer of white frost began to form on the ground, covered with Ancient Curse Runes.
The moment the Illusion Technique space created by the Eighth Clone was cleaved open by the Combat Avatar, countless false scenes shattered like bubbles, making a crackling sound, like shattering glass, crisp and piercing.
The clone's main body showed a terrified expression, its pupils contracted sharply, and before it could react, it was pierced by the Star Map beam that Deduction Clone.
Its body turned into a wisp of green smoke in the air and drifted away with the wind. The energy fluctuations generated when the Illusion Technique space shattered caused the surrounding space to tremble, and even cracks appeared in the distant mountains, from which black energy continuously surged out.
These black energies converged in the air, forming huge Black Vortex. The vortexes emitted a strong suction force, drawing in the surrounding matter and energy.
Deep roars continued to emanate from the mountain fissures, as if an ancient behemoth was about to awaken.
The remains of the Nine Clones exploded in the void into countless blackish-purple crystalline dust particles, each particle carrying a resentful roar, as if Curse their defeat.
The crystal dust spewed out a corrosive mist, and wherever the mist spread, the space emitted a hissing, corrosive sound, like metal being soaked in sulfuric acid.
Ren Xiaoyao's Divine Stone scorched away all the mist, but at that moment, a heart-stopping tremor came from the sky, as if the whole world was shaking. Countless cracks appeared in the sky, as if the world was about to shatter.
Chaos Aura continuously surged from these cracks, causing the space in their path to collapse.
The collapsed space formed huge cavities, and the space at the edges of the cavities twisted and deformed continuously, emitting a piercing tearing sound.
The distant stars began to dim, and some even began to disintegrate, with fragments falling like a meteor shower, causing massive explosions wherever they went.
The entire sky turned into boiling ink, and countless dark Purple Lightning emerged from the thick darkness like ferocious claws.
Where lightning strikes, the air is instantly ionized, producing crackling sounds and releasing a pungent ozone odor.
Ren Xiaoyao's pupils shrank sharply—those lightning bolts were not ordinary Heavenly Thunder, but Chaos Demonic Thunder imbued with the aura of the Abyss of Nine Nether, each bolt containing an evil power capable of annihilating a divine soul.
The Chaos Demonic Thunder crashed down, shattering space in its wake and creating twisted Space-time Rift. Black energy surged from these rifts, seemingly connecting to another terrifying world. The entire world trembled under the impact of this force, and the earth began to shake violently, as if a magnitude 10 earthquake had struck.
The mountain range collapsed with a deafening roar amidst the tremors, its peaks crushed into dust, and the rising dust blotted out the sun.
The river evaporated instantly, the riverbed dried up and cracked, revealing black rocks.
Countless lives were reduced to dust by this power, their screams echoing through the heavens and earth for a long time.
Some ancient ruins emerged during the earthquake, only to be instantly destroyed by the impact of Chaos Demonic Thunder.
"Trying to leave?!" Ren Xiaoyao roared, his voice booming like a bell, shaking the heavens and earth, and the clouds were shattered wherever the sound waves passed.
The Sky-Opening Axe Phantom, carrying the pressure of Pangu, soared into the sky. Wherever the axe blade passed, golden cracks appeared in the space, emanating an ancient and powerful aura.
However, the moment the axe blade touched the demonic lightning, countless distorted faces suddenly appeared on the surface of the lightning; these were the remnant souls of powerful beings devoured by the Dark Heavenly Emperor.
The remnant souls bared their fangs and frantically devoured Ren Xiaoyao's power. A strange suction force erupted from the center of the lightning, Ren Xiaoyao felt his power drain away like water from a burst dam. His face instantly turned pale, veins bulged on his forehead, and his blood vessels twisted and writhed like earthworms. The space around his body began to distort.
Ren Xiaoyao's hair was blown up by the powerful energy, standing upright, and black lines began to appear on the surface of his skin, traces of the erosion by Primordial Chaos power.
He gritted his teeth and exerted all his strength to resist the suction force, but with each effort, he felt as if countless needles were pricking his meridians.
The Four Great Avatars simultaneously changed color, and a surge of golden light erupted as they attempted to rush to the rescue.
However, countless bolts of demonic lightning intertwined to form a massive cage, and dark purple chains wrapped around the bodies of the clones as if they were alive.
Evil Runes flowed across the surface of the chains, their eerie light shimmering as they continuously channeled their power into the central cage.
The clones struggled fiercely, their golden light colliding with the dark purple chains, sparking dazzling flames. The aftershocks of the energy collisions made the surrounding space hum, and even the distant stars began to tremble.
The starlight dimmed under this force, and some stars even began to fall.
The falling star trailed a long, fiery tail, like a giant meteor streaking across the sky, creating a huge crater on the ground.
Cracks began to appear on the bodies of the Four Great Avatars, and golden light leaked out from the cracks. Each crack seemed to be a countdown to their lives.
They exerted all their strength, continuously releasing powerful Power of Principle in an attempt to break free from the chains, but the chains only tightened, and the runes shone brighter and brighter.
Deep within the prison, the remnant soul of the Dark Heavenly Emperor coalesced into a jet-black Demonic Seed. Evil runes flowed across the surface of the Demonic Seed, emanating a chilling aura that was filled with destruction and despair.
The Demonic Seed let out a sinister laugh, " Ren Xiaoyao, today is merely the beginning of our confrontation! When the Demonic Seed returns to the world, this entire realm will become my Purgatory!"
Before the words were finished, the Demonic Seed suddenly exploded, transforming into thousands of dark purple streaks of light that scattered and fled in all directions. The streaks of light were extremely fast, disappearing in all directions in the blink of an eye. Wherever they passed, they left behind purple afterimages. In these afterimages, one could see the distorted face of the Dark Heavenly Emperor, and these faces kept emitting sinister laughter.
These laughs, like a curse, echoed in the void, unsettling the mind.
Within the purple afterimage, the Dark Heavenly Emperor's face constantly shifted, sometimes ferocious, sometimes smug, as if mocking Ren Xiaoyao's incompetence.
The moment the Demonic Seed exploded, the resulting energy fluctuations, like shockwaves, shattered the surrounding space, creating countless small Space Vortex.
Ren Xiaoyao's eyes widened in anger as he manipulated the Divine Stone to try and break free from the Demonic Thunder Prison, only to find that every bolt of demonic lightning was frantically absorbing his power.
The Chaos Divine Markings swirled wildly, colliding fiercely with the evil power within the demonic lightning, unleashing a blinding light mixed with golden and purple lightning.
The Defense Clone raised his shield, and the Pangu Phantom collided fiercely with the Demonic Thunder Prison. The energy that erupted was like millions of suns exploding at the same time. The powerful shockwave distorted and deformed the surrounding space, and even the distant mountains began to collapse under this force. The mountain peaks were crushed as if by the giant's hand, and the broken stones fell like raindrops.
The Combat Avatar wielded the Sky-Opening Axe, continuously slashing at the chains. Each strike brought forth ripples of golden Principle. The axe blade collided with the chains, producing a deafening sound that made everyone's eardrums ache, and many even experienced temporary hearing loss.
The Star Map that Deduction Clone spun rapidly in the air, the Star Map on it shining brightly. His eyes were focused and determined, not missing a single detail, trying to find the weak point of the demonic lightning. His forehead was covered in sweat, clearly indicating that he had exhausted himself.
The light from the Healing Clone transformed into Golden Chains, drawing the extracted power back into Ren Xiaoyao's body. Wherever the light touched, Ren Xiaoyao's injuries were somewhat alleviated, but he remained pale, clearly having expended a great deal of energy. Blood continued to spill from the corners of his mouth, dripping onto the ground and instantly corroding into black.
Ren Xiaoyao's clothes were stained red with blood, and his body was covered with wounds, each of Dao Wound was constantly oozing Black Blood, a sign of being corrupted by Primordial Chaos power.
His eyes were filled with determination and anger; despite being exhausted, he did not give up the fight.
The Four Great Avatars unleashed their full power simultaneously, sending golden pillars of light soaring into the sky. These pillars contained powerful Power of Principle and were surrounded by golden lightning and runes.
The beam of light forcibly tore open a corner of the cage, Ren Xiaoyao seized the opportunity, flashing out of the cage.
However, the moment he broke free of the cage, the last streak of light had already vanished into the Space-time Rift.
He chased after it with lightning speed, but was blocked by a giant bolt of demonic lightning with a diameter of a hundred feet.
The surface of the demonic lightning was covered with the distorted faces of the Dark Heavenly Emperor. These faces simultaneously sneered and released a suction force powerful enough to distort space and time. The surrounding space began to twist and deform, and time seemed to slow down.
Everything in the space began to flow backward, and Ren Xiaoyao even saw past battle scenes replaying before his eyes.
He saw his former comrades-in-arms, and the heroes who sacrificed themselves to protect this continent.
These scenes flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern, filling his heart with grief, indignation, and power.
Ren Xiaoyao gritted his teeth, raised the Sky-Opening Axe once more, and prepared to engage in a final battle with the giant demonic lightning.
Ren Xiaoyao hastily erected a Divine Stone shield, the surface of which was covered with Golden Runes that shimmered with a faint light.
The shockwave from the explosion of the demonic lightning struck like a monstrous wave. Ren Xiaoyao felt an immense force crashing into him, his protective Gang Qi crumbling inch by inch, and blood spraying onto the scorched earth like a torrential rain.
He crashed heavily to the ground, creating a huge crater. The surrounding land was shattered by the Energy Impact, forming massive cracks from which black smoke continuously billowed.
The smoke condensed into the phantom of the Dark Heavenly Emperor, which made a mocking sound in the air.
" Ren Xiaoyao, you are no match for me! This continent will fall into my hands sooner or later!"
The phantom of the Dark Heavenly Emperor laughed loudly, his voice filled with smugness and mockery.
Ren Xiaoyao struggled to climb out of the deep pit. His body was covered in wounds and he could barely stand, but his eyes remained firm.
He stared at the illusory figure of the Dark Heavenly Emperor, gritting his teeth as he said, "I will not let you succeed! Even if it costs me my last ounce of strength, I will annihilate you completely!"
"Damn it!" Ren Xiaoyao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looking at the dissipating Space-time Rift. His eyes were filled with resentment, and his gaze burned with a raging fire that seemed capable of setting the entire world ablaze.
The Four Great Avatars surrounded them, their light dimmed considerably, their bodies covered in burn marks from demonic lightning, their auras weakened, and golden blood continued to seep from their wounds.
Blood dripped onto the ground, forming golden runes that attempted to repair the surrounding damaged space.
In the distance, the land Demonic Qi Erosion was slowly recovering, with tender green shoots emerging from the scorched earth. But Ren Xiaoyao knew that the battle was far from over.
As long as the Dark Heavenly Emperor's Demonic Seed remains, the Martial Arts Continent will never have peace.
Ren Xiaoyao looked at his Four Great Avatars and said firmly, "We cannot give up. No matter how many difficulties lie ahead, we must find the Dark Heavenly Emperor's Demonic Seed and completely destroy him!"
The Four Great Avatars nodded, their eyes also filled with fighting spirit.