Ren Xiaoyao led his Four Great Avatars through the shattered landscape of the Martial Arts Continent.
Beneath the shattered sky, the Gale Wind, carrying sand and gravel, slashed across our faces like blades. With each step, a dark purple viscous liquid seeped from the scorched earth, solidifying into eerie Totems in our footprints.
This continent, once shrouded in light, is now permeated with the stench of decay, like a dying giant, barely clinging to life under the corrosive influence of the Dark Heavenly Emperor's Demonic Seed.
The scorched earth beneath my feet cracked and sputtered, each step feeling like treading on the broken spine of this continent.
The cracks spread outwards like a spider web, and from deep within came faint sobs, as if the earth was weeping silently.
Ren Xiaoyao looked down and discovered that tiny Black Crystal were growing in the crack, reflecting an eerie luster in the dim light, like countless eyes planted by the Dark Heavenly Emperor, monitoring their every move.
In the distance, amidst the broken walls and ruins, a half- Dragon Head statue is stuck diagonally in the black rock ground after the lava has cooled. Dark purple crystals have condensed in the empty eye sockets, which are the marks of the Dark Heavenly Emperor's Demonic Seed's erosion.
The Dragon Head's head was covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and the remaining dragon whiskers had long since turned to ashes. Only the bead in its mouth, though tainted by demonic energy and murky, still faintly radiated a divine light, as if telling of its former glory.
Scattered tender shoots swayed in the Gale Wind along the way, their leaf edges speckled with eerie gray spots, as if silently telling the story of the fragility and resilience of this land.
These tender shoots, growing from who knows where, stubbornly broke free from the scorched earth, but each leaf was Demonic Qi Erosion, displaying a sickly gray spot.
When Ren Xiaoyao reached out to touch it, the tender bud instantly turned into ashes, scattering in the wind and leaving only a faint stench of decay on his fingertips.
Following the lingering scent of the Demonic Seed, they traversed the Mist Forest filled with Space-time Turbulence.
The moment you step into the forest, the light around you suddenly distorts. Sky-Piercing Ancient Tree appear and disappear in the thick fog, each tree twisted into a menacing shape, its bark covered with rune-like cracks that ooze Black Mucus, and even the air ripples with a corrosive effect wherever it goes.
Eerie wailing echoed from the forest, like the lamentations of imprisoned ghosts. Black Vines spreading across the ground suddenly sprang up, coiling towards the group like living snakes, only to be instantly cleaved into dust by the Combat Avatar's Heaven -Sky-Opening Axe.
The splashed poison corroded deep, sizzling pits in the ground.
Black Bubbles continued to rise from those deep pits, emitting a nauseating stench when they burst, as if a rotting behemoth lurked deep underground.
Even more terrifying, the stench was mixed with a faint, almost imperceptible call, as if luring them into deeper darkness.
As they stepped into the ruins of the Ancient Battlefield, the world suddenly darkened.
This place was once the site where ancient Gods fell, and shattered Star Orbit float in the sky like chains left behind by the Gods.
Each broken star emitted a faint light, but was swallowed by the thick darkness, leaving only a faint halo.
The Law of Space are in complete chaos, and Space-Time Rift crisscross like a spider web.
Some of the Rift contained a substance that emitted a ghostly blue light, appearing both liquid and solid, which emitted a corrosive sound that made your teeth ache when touched.
From the depths of some Rift came the wails of ancient behemoths, their sounds interspersed with a piercing echo like metal scraping against metal.
A dense, Chaos Aura permeated the air, and every breath felt like it was burning one's lungs.
The Defense Clone immediately erected Golden Shield, with runes flowing to isolate the corrosive aura, but fine cracks still appeared on its surface.
The black mist seeping from the cracks writhed like a living thing, trying to seep into the protective shield.
The Healing Clone quickly infused a gentle golden light to dispel it.
At the center of the ruins stands a broken Bronze Giant Stele, its surface covered with dense ancient inscriptions.
At this moment, foul-smelling Black Blood is seeping out, meandering along the grooves of the inscription and converging on the ground to form eerie patterns.
The patterns resembled some kind of Ancient Formations, and with the flow of Black Blood, they faintly shimmered with an eerie light, as if summoning some terrifying being.
The air around the giant monument began to distort, and Ancient Runes appeared faintly in the space, each rune radiating a chilling pressure.
Suddenly, the ground trembled violently, and countless dark Purple Light Pillar shot into the sky, like Demon Hand reaching out from the depths of hell, tearing through the thick clouds.
Ren Xiaoyao's pupils contracted sharply. That familiar aura, accompanied by a nauseating sense of decay, was none other than the Dark Heavenly Emperor's Demonic Seed!
However, when he arrived at the scene, he witnessed something that horrified him.
The ancient Altar was engraved with Yin-Yang Fish patterns in the center, with the Dark Heavenly Emperor's Yin Demonic Seed floating in the Black Fish Eye.
Black mist churned on the surface, and countless distorted, pained faces vaguely emerged from within it.
The faces were contorted with rage, filled with despair and resentment. Every face was screaming silently, yet unable to escape the shackles of the mist.
The Yang Demonic Seed rising from the depths of the Altar radiated a holy light, yet within that light lay eerie dark patterns.
Two completely opposite auras intertwined and collided in the void, forming twisted Energy Vortex.
The light refracted strangely wherever it passed.
Blood began to seep from the ancient inscriptions around the Altar, meandering down the ravines and congealing into eerie incantations in the air.
As the incantations flickered, a series of deep rumbling sounds came from below the Altar, as if an ancient behemoth was about to awaken.
With a deafening roar, the ground around the Altar began to crack, and dark purple flames surged from the cracks, illuminating the entire Altar as if it were a prison from hell.
Blurry figures occasionally appeared in the flames, like imprisoned souls struggling in the fire.
"Hahaha! Ren Xiaoyao, you didn't expect this, did you!" The remnant soul of the Dark Heavenly Emperor appeared and disappeared around the Demonic Seed, its outline composed of countless tiny Dark Purple Light Spots.
The arrogant laughter shook the space, causing the ancient stone pillars around the Altar to crack.
"This Yang Demonic Seed Origin Power that was nurtured with me in Ancient Times. Today, with the convergence of Yin and Yang, I will surely reshape my true form and become the strongest Light-Dark Chaos Demonic Emperor in this world!"
Just as he finished speaking, the Yin-Yang Demonic Seed seemed to be activated, suddenly bursting forth with an extremely dazzling light. This light...
In those afterimages, the weapons of the Gods clashed with the claws of the Devil Race, and the resulting energy shockwaves still reverberate in the void, forming Miniature Black Hole that devour the surrounding light.
During the time reversal, Ren Xiaoyao even saw the scene of his death in battle in his previous life. The tragic scene was like a sharp blade, piercing his heart.
He also saw his former comrades-in-arms struggling in agony and turning to ashes under the Dark Heavenly Emperor's Demonic Might. A surge of grief and indignation welled up in his heart, making his eyes even more resolute.
In those afterimages, he saw his comrades being torn to pieces by the Dark Heavenly Emperor's Demon Soldiers; their screams seemed to travel through time and space, echoing in his ears.
Amidst the Dazzling Light, a tall figure slowly materialized.
The Dark Heavenly Emperor was clad in Black Gold armor, half of which shimmered with Primordial Chaos demonic light. Every inch of the armor resembled a fissure in the abyss, seeping out black mist.
Half of it radiates a sacred aura of light, yet within that light lie intricate dark patterns, like poisonous thorns beneath a holy cloak.
The two forces were perfectly integrated within him, yet they exuded a chilling Destructive Aura.
His eyes, one as black as an abyss, seemed to draw the soul into endless darkness when he gazed into them.
A light as bright as the sun, yet its radiance carries a searing pain that Scorching Soul; with a sweep of its light, it seems to see through the very essence of all things.
As he stood in mid-air, the space beneath his feet shattered like a mirror, each fragment reflecting scenes of disaster from different times and spaces.
It could be a city engulfed in flames, a continent submerged by the sea, or a starry sky shrouded in darkness.
With each breath he took, the space trembled, cracks appeared in the distant mountains, and magma gushed out from the cracks, forming rivers of fire in the sky.
Wherever the river of fire passed, the air was instantly ignited, crackling and popping, and the clouds in the sky were dyed an eerie dark red.
Beneath the river of fire, the earth began to sink, forming a vast abyss from which came the wails of countless wronged souls, as if recounting the tyranny of the Dark Heavenly Emperor.
The wails of those wronged souls were mixed with a longing for life and Curse against the Dark Heavenly Emperor; the sounds echoed in the abyss for a long time.
Ren Xiaoyao gripped the Sky-Opening Axe tightly, and the Pangu Phantom on the axe blade let out a deep roar. His Four Great Avatars were also on high alert, and golden light flowed around them, but it appeared somewhat dim under the powerful pressure of the Dark Heavenly Emperor.
"Today, I will not let you succeed again!" Ren Xiaoyao roared and launched the first attack. The Sky-Opening Axe, carrying the pressure of Pangu, transformed into a giant golden blade that pierced through the heavens and earth, and slashed towards the Dark Heavenly Emperor.
However, the Dark Heavenly Emperor sneered and raised his hand, and a dark purple light shield appeared, with countless hideous demonic faces emerging on its surface.
The demonic faces opened their blood-red maws and let out deafening roars, but the light shield easily blocked Ren Xiaoyao's attack.
The shockwave from the giant blade sheared off half of the surrounding mountains, and debris fell like a meteor shower.
The falling rubble was corroded by the Dark Heavenly Emperor's demonic energy in mid-air, turning into black tumors that crashed onto the ground, instantly creating bottomless pits.
Black smoke billowed continuously from the large pit, condensing into Demon Hand that reached out to grab the group.
Wherever the Demon Hand went, space was distorted, and a suffocating sense of oppression filled the air.
Black venom dripped from the fingertips of the Demon Hand, instantly melting rocks and creating huge craters in the ground wherever it touched.
" Ren Xiaoyao, I am no longer the same as before!" The Dark Heavenly Emperor waved his hand, and countless dark purple chains emerged from the void. The chains were covered with barbs, and each one exuded an aura that corroded the soul, wrapping around Ren Xiaoyao and his Four Great Avatars.
At the same time, the power of light on his body transformed into thousands of light arrows, shooting towards everyone like a torrential rain. Wherever the light arrows passed, the air emitted a hissing sound of ionization, and the ground was instantly scorched with Bottomless Ravines.
Black Flames continuously surged from those ravines, scorching the surrounding land. Strange Black Vines began to grow on the land, covered with skull-shaped fruits. When the fruits split open, they released large amounts of poisonous mist.
Eerie laughter echoed from within the poisonous fog, as if countless evil spirits were lurking there.
These toxic fumes continue to spread, instantly withering flowers, trees, and grasses, turning them into grayish-white powder, and even weathering and peeling away hard rocks.
The poisonous fog also conceals countless tiny poison needles that, once they touch the skin, will burrow into the body and corrode the body's meridians.
The Four Great Avatars acted swiftly.
The Defense Clone raised its shield, and the Pangu Phantom reappeared, colliding fiercely with the dark purple chains. Each pull shook the heavens and earth, and the runes on the shield's surface constantly disintegrated and reformed.
When the runes disintegrate, they release a strong golden light, temporarily repelling the surrounding dark purple chains.
When the runes are reassembled, they emit ancient chants, as if summoning the power of Ancient Gods.
The chanting echoed between heaven and earth, causing the ancient beings in the distant Space-Time Rift to awaken. Their phantoms appeared and disappeared in the Rift, emitting deafening roars.
The aura of these ancient beings was filled with destruction and madness, making the atmosphere on the entire battlefield increasingly oppressive.
Cracks appeared on the shield Defense Clone, and each crack was widening, as if it would shatter at any moment.
The Combat Avatar wielded the Sky-Opening Axe, golden ripples of Principle spreading everywhere. The Axe Wind cleaved the incoming light arrows into dust, but the Dark Heavenly Emperor casually waved his hand, and new light arrows came flooding in.
Those light arrows would continuously split in the air, turning into countless tiny light needles that shot towards the crowd from all angles.
The Combat Avatar's clothes were torn by the light needles, and blood kept gushing out, but it still wielded the Sky-Opening Axe, becoming more and more courageous in battle.
With each swing of his axe, he exuded an indomitable spirit, and the Pangu Phantom on the axe blade became increasingly clear, as if it were infusing him with power.
The Combat Avatar was covered in wounds, his armor stained with blood, but there was no fear in his eyes, only unwavering conviction.
The Star Map that Deduction Clone spun rapidly, the Star Map flickering. His eyes were focused and determined, and the veins on his forehead bulged as he tried to find the Dark Heavenly Emperor's weakness.
His hair stood on end amidst powerful energy fluctuations, and countless Star Orbit surrounded his body, sometimes Star Orbit and sometimes dissipating, as if they were fighting against the power of the Dark Heavenly Emperor.
During the deduction process, various images flashed through his mind, including secrets from the Primordial Era and clues about the weaknesses of the Dark Heavenly Emperor.
His consciousness seemed to travel through the River of Time and Space, searching for a glimmer of hope.
Blood seeped from the corner of his Deduction Clone's mouth. He knew that each divination was consuming his life force, but he could not give up, even if there was only a sliver of hope.
The golden light of the Healing Clone enveloped everyone, and wherever the light touched, wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. However, the Dark Heavenly Emperor's attacks were too fierce, and new wounds kept appearing.
Black Blood seeps from the newly formed wounds, and once this blood comes into contact with air, it turns into black beetles that frantically devour everyone's bodies.
The Healing Clone had to allocate a portion of its power specifically to drive away these black beetles and prevent them from burrowing into everyone's bodies.
His hands moved in a series of hand seals, golden light swirling around everyone as he engaged in a fierce battle with the black beetle.
Sweat beaded on the Healing Clone's forehead. He could feel his power draining away, but he had to persevere, or everyone would be in dire straits.
Ren Xiaoyao then manipulated the Divine Stone, causing its golden light to surge, and engaged in a direct confrontation with the Dark Heavenly Emperor.
Chaos Divine Markings flowed wildly across his body, colliding with the Light and Dark Power on the Dark Heavenly Emperor's body, bursting out with Dazzling Light and powerful energy fluctuations.
Each collision caused the surrounding space to collapse, forming small Black Hole Black Hole greedily devoured everything around them, preventing even light from escaping.
The Dark Heavenly Emperor's attacks became increasingly fierce, alternating between Light and Dark Power. First, the Dark Power condensed into a giant Demon Hand, attempting to crush Ren Xiaoyao.
The Demon Hand's fingernails were hundreds of feet long, covered with barbs. Once caught, one's body would be hooked by the barbs and unable to escape.
Then the power of light transformed into Sword of Judgment, slashing down with the pressure to purify all things.
The light of the Sword of Judgment contains countless Judgment Runes, which will unleash different degrees of punishment according to the enemy's crimes.
Ren Xiaoyao's wounds continued to multiply, and his clothes were stained red with blood. Every drop of blood that fell to the ground corroded deep pits.
The Four Great Avatars also dimmed, their bodies covered in wounds. Fine cracks appeared on the Sky-Opening Axe of the Combat Avatar, and black demonic energy seeped out from those cracks, slowly eroding the power of the Sky-Opening Axe.
The Star Map of the Deduction Clone begins to show disordered Star Orbit. When the Star Orbit are disordered, they release a strong backlash force, which severely damages the Deduction Clone's body.
Blood kept spilling from the corner of the Deduction Clone's mouth, but it still gritted its teeth and persevered, continuing to search for a way to defeat the enemy in the Star Map.
His eyes were filled with determination and resolve; even as his body endured immense pain, he would never give up.
Ren Xiaoyao could feel his power constantly draining away. He knew that if they couldn't find the Dark Heavenly Emperor's weakness as soon as possible, they would all perish on this Ancient Battlefield.
"Could it be that we really can't stop him?" Ren Xiaoyao pondered to himself. Just as he was feeling desperate, the Divine Stone suddenly resonated strongly, and a Mysterious Power surged out from the depths of the Divine Stone.
It was a power originating from ancient times, seemingly containing the mysteries of the beginning of the world, carrying a sense of Primordial Chaos and chaos before the Beginning of Heaven and Earth.
With a thought, he guided this power with all his might. The Chaos Divine Markings shone even brighter, perfectly merging with the power of the Divine Stone. Ancient Scroll of World Creation began to appear around his body, in which the image of Pangu wielding Giant Axe to Open Chaos was faintly visible.
The moment the Scroll of World Creation appeared, the entire world trembled. Countless phantoms of Ancient Gods manifested in the void, chanting in unison, their voices resounding throughout the heavens and earth, as if cheering on Ren Xiaoyao.
The chanting contained immense power, making Ren Xiaoyao feel his strength constantly increasing. His Four Great Avatars were also encouraged, and their light shone brightly once more.
Among these phantom images of Ancient Gods, some wield divine weapons, while others are clad in armor. Their eyes reveal a steadfast commitment to justice, as if they are passing on their power to Ren Xiaoyao.
Ren Xiaoyao sensed the support of the Ancient Gods. He knew this was their last chance, and he had to seize it.
Ren Xiaoyao roared, unleashing his full power, and an even more dazzling golden light shot towards the Dark Heavenly Emperor.
This light contained the power to World Creation and an unwavering belief in protecting this continent. Wherever the light passed, space began to reorganize, and the Principle destroyed by the Dark Heavenly Emperor began to be repaired.
In those destroyed spaces, new continents gradually emerged, covered with lush vegetation and flowing with clear rivers.
Within the broken Principle, Golden Light of Order began to emerge, reorganizing the chaotic power.
The Dark Heavenly Emperor's expression changed slightly as he sensed the threat posed by this power. He dared not underestimate his opponent any longer, and formed hand seals, fully activating the Light and Dark Power.
Dark Power coalesced into a sky-covering, Demonic Clouds Demonic Clouds, from which the roars of demons echoed, roars capable of shattering one's soul.
The power of light transformed into a pillar of light piercing through the clouds, containing sacred Purifying Power, yet also carrying a domineering force capable of destroying everything.
The two forces merged into a massive Light-Dark Chaos Orb, meeting Ren Xiaoyao's attack head-on.
The surface of that Light-Dark Chaos Orb constantly shifted, sometimes revealing a dark abyss, sometimes a bright paradise, yet both contained destructive power.
During its condensation, the Light-Dark Chaos Orb absorbed a large amount of energy from its surroundings, causing the energy fluctuations across the entire battlefield to become increasingly intense and the Space-time Distortion to become even more severe.
The entire sky was bathed in eerie colors by the Light-Dark Chaos Orb, half of it pitch black and the other half bright as day. The collision of these two extreme colors created a powerful visual impact.
A piercing shriek emanated from the Light-Dark Chaos Orb, as if countless souls were being tortured within it. The temperature of the entire battlefield plummeted, and Ice Crystals began to condense in the air, only to be instantly evaporated by the high temperature of the Primordial Chaos Sphere.
Two powerful forces collided violently in the center of the Ancient Battlefield, triggering an explosion powerful enough to destroy the heavens and the earth.
The intense light illuminated the entire Martial Arts Continent, and the shockwave spread in all directions. Wherever it went, mountains collapsed, giant peaks were crushed into dust, and the dust raised obscured the sky.
The river evaporated instantly, the riverbed dried up and cracked, revealing black rocks covered with fissures.
Countless lives trembled in fear during this catastrophe, with the weaker ones turning to ashes.
A massive Chaos Vortex formed at the center of the explosion, where the forces of light and darkness clashed violently, distorting spacetime and time, and intertwining and flashing scenes of the Past and Future.
Within the vortex, Primordial Era war between gods God-Demon War unfolded, along with apocalyptic visions of the Future World. The entire Martial Arts Continent teetered on the brink of collapse amidst the aftershocks of this battle.
Deep within the vortex, a Mysterious Voice faintly echoed, as if recounting the ultimate secrets of heaven and earth.
The voice was deep and resonant, possessing an irresistible Demonic Power. Ren Xiaoyao and the Dark Heavenly Emperor were both involuntarily drawn in. They knew that this secret might determine the final outcome of this battle and influence the fate of the entire Martial Arts Continent. The voice seemed to contain the Mysteries of the Universe's Birth and the key to the balance between light and darkness. Ren Xiaoyao and the Dark Heavenly Emperor were both trying hard to capture the information within, attempting to find the key to victory.
Ren Xiaoyao endured the excruciating pain throughout his body, channeling his divine sense at full power in an attempt to decipher the mystery within the sound.