Seven days after the Dark Heavenly Emperor vanished, a strange Purple Mist rose from the East Sea.
This Purple Mist seemed to surge forth from the Nine Netherworlds Yellow Springs, carrying with it ancient resentment. Each wisp of mist seemed to possess sentience, twisting and turning. Wherever it passed, Ice Crystals- crystal-like Dark Matter Crystal condensed on the sea surface.
These crystals glowed with an eerie purple light, refracting distorted light and shadow in the mist, like countless pairs of watchful eyes, staring intently at this sea area about to be plunged into calamity.
In the distance, on the horizon, the Purple Mist, like a lurking beast, slowly stretched out its body, dyeing the entire sky an ominous dark purple.
The mist was like ink being stirred by an invisible hand, with thick resentment swirling in its wisps. Wherever it passed, Ice Crystals- crystal-like Dark Matter Crystal condensed on the sea surface, refracting an eerie purple light.
Dark Matter Crystal accumulated on the sea surface, gradually forming a sharp forest of crystals. The sharp edges cut through the seawater, seeping out dark purple liquid, rendering the entire sea area like Asura soaked in blood.
Seabirds in the distance strayed into this area; the moment their wings touched the crystals, they were instantly corroded into bones and fell into the sea, stirring up waves that smelled of fish.
The dark purple liquid meandered across the sea surface, causing the seawater to boil and churn, making gurgling sounds, as if a demon sleeping in the seabed was awakening.
Ren Xiaoyao sat cross-legged on the highest peak of the Newborn Continent, nourishing his broken meridians with the Chaos Qi. Suddenly, he felt the Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth tremble violently, and a roar of chains breaking came from the sky above the sea—the sound was like the shackles that suppressed ancient demons shattering, carrying an apocalyptic despair and violence.
The roar shook the mountains, and Ren Xiaoyao's meridians, which had just begun to heal, began to ache again.
He suddenly opened his eyes and saw dark clouds covering the East Sea, with streaks of dark purple lightning weaving through the clouds like giant pythons, as if foreshadowing an imminent catastrophe.
The mountains trembled with a roar, rocks crumbled and tumbled down, and the distant river flowed backward due to the disordered Spiritual Qi, forming eerie water curtains.
The entire sea began to boil, with giant waves twisting and turning as if they were alive. Under the erosion of the purple light, the seawater gradually turned into a viscous, dark purple liquid, spreading wildly along the coastline. Wherever it went, vegetation withered instantly, and the land cracked inch by inch.
The dark purple liquid, like a greedy beast, devoured all life along its path.
The moment the liquid overflowed, the forest on the shore lost all its green, the bark of the trees cracked, revealing the black, charcoal-like wood inside, and then collapsed with a crash, turning into a pile of charcoal.
The land was riddled with holes, constantly emitting black smoke, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of sulfur and the stench of rotting flesh.
Coastal villages were instantly submerged by the floodwaters, and the cries of villagers mingled with the sounds of collapsing houses, creating a tragic elegy of despair.
The cultivators on the distant island watched in horror as the dark purple liquid corroded the hard rocks into bubbling black mud upon contact with them. Wailing cries mingled with the roar of the earth cracking, rising and falling amidst the bloody storm.
Some cultivators with lower cultivation levels were so oppressed by this terrifying aura that they were unable to move, bleeding from their seven orifices, and watching in despair as their bodies were gradually corroded.
Those with higher cultivation levels tried their best to use their spells to stop the spread of the dark purple liquid, but their spells were like fireflies in the face of this power, instantly swallowed up.
The Mountain Protecting Formation on the island rippled under the impact of the dark purple liquid, and finally shattered with a roar, turning into specks of starlight that dissipated into the air.
Four figures emerged from the Purple Mist. The leader, a man in Black Robed Man, was wrapped in jet-black chains, each link engraved with twisted incantations. The tips of the chains dripped with a foul-smelling Black Liquid, and wherever they went, the space seemed to be corroded like a sheet of iron, hissing and crackling.
With each step the Black Robed Man took, a black magic circle appeared beneath his feet, from which wisps of black mist rose, making him appear like Demonic God from hell.
The air behind him seemed to distort and deform because of his presence, and faint, mournful cries could be heard coming from the chains binding him.
The chains binding the Black Robed Man clanged against each other, producing a sound like a death knell from the Netherworld, foreshadowing his impending demise.
Behind him were three people. One of them was surrounded by eerie blue flames that burned without any heat, but instead emitted a chilling aura. Each flickering flame manifested countless phantom images of skulls.
Wherever the Ghostly Blue Flame passed, the air rapidly condensed into Ice Crystals, which were then instantly evaporated by the flames, resulting in a violent explosion.
The ghostly skulls flickered in and out of the flames, emitting eerie laughter as if mocking the fragility of all things in the world.
Ghostly Blue Flame leaped on the sea surface, instantly evaporating the seawater into purple steam. Within the steam, countless contorted faces of agony could be vaguely seen, struggling and howling in the flames, yet unable to escape their fate of being devoured.
A person was draped in a cloak covered with stars, each star emitting a cold, eerie light. Every now and then, a shooting star would shoot out from the cloak, leaving black burn marks in its wake, within which the outline of Space-Time Rift would faintly emerge.
When a meteor falls, the surrounding spacetime is distorted and briefly stagnant, as if this area has been stripped from the normal spacetime order and become a forbidden zone of death.
A meteor streaked across the sky, leaving a long, black trail of flame. Wherever it passed, space twisted and distorted like Shattered Mirror. Reality and Illusion intertwined in that moment, and occasionally Fragments of Different Timelines could be seen flashing by like a carousel, only to be swallowed by darkness in the next second.
The last person held a Bone Zither that reeked of decay. Strands of gray hair were wrapped around the strings. With a gentle pluck, one could hear the wails of countless wronged souls. Wherever the sound waves passed, the air distorted into pained human faces.
Each note played by the Bone Zither caused ripples to spread through the surrounding space, like the surface of a lake to which a pebble had been thrown.
The faces distorted by the air were contorted with grotesque expressions, filled with pain and resentment, as if telling the world about their tragic fate.
The sound of the Bone Zither echoed in the air, intertwining with the roar of the waves and the wails of wronged souls, forming a chilling symphony of death.
The moment the four appeared, dark clouds surged in the sky, and lightning flashed with an eerie dark purple hue, as if the entire heavens were trembling for this feast of revenge.
From the depths of the clouds came the roar of a colossal beast, its voice filled with anger and longing, as if a ferocious beast that had been imprisoned for a long time had finally been released.
Countless dark Purple Lightning struck the sea surface, instantly evaporating the seawater into a purple poisonous mist. Within the poisonous mist, the sinister phantom of the Dark Heavenly Emperor faintly appeared. The phantom was almost tangible, carrying a chilling pressure, as if the Dark Heavenly Emperor had not truly perished, but had descended in another form.
Where lightning struck, the seawater was blasted into huge craters, from which black smoke continuously billowed. Within the smoke, the Demon Soldiers and Demon General of the Dark Heavenly Emperor could be vaguely seen, brandishing their weapons and shouting as if they wanted to completely destroy this world.
" Ren Xiaoyao! You killed my master, today is your death day!" The Black Robed Man's voice was deep and resonant, as if it came from the Nine Nether Hell, and every word carried a chilling pressure.
His voice echoed between heaven and earth, making people's eardrums ache, as if countless sharp thorns were churning in their minds.
As soon as he finished speaking, the chains in his hand lashed out and instantly transformed into countless black pythons, their eyes burning with dark purple evil fire, as they opened their massive, barbed mouths and lunged at Ren Xiaoyao.
The Black Robed Man's voice contained a powerful Demonic Power; every word struck Ren Xiaoyao's heart like a heavy hammer, causing his heartbeat to pause.
He suddenly swung his arm, and the chains in his hand instantly transformed into countless black pythons, their eyes burning with dark purple evil fire, as they opened their huge mouths covered with barbs and pounced on Ren Xiaoyao.
As those giant pythons swam, ripples spread through the void like water, Law of Space crumbled inch by inch wherever they passed.
The giant pythons rubbed their bodies against the air, emitting a piercing shriek. Their scales shimmered with an eerie light, and wherever they went, the seawater was whipped up into towering waves tens of feet high. These waves contained fragments of Dark Matter, which cut through everything around them like sharp blades.
The giant pythons churned on the sea surface, turning the water into a boiling pot of black water. The waves crashed against the shore, making a deafening roar, as if they wanted to submerge the entire world in this dark ocean.
Wherever the giant pythons passed, the seawater was forcibly torn apart, forming Bottomless Ravines from which thick black mist surged, and from the mist came the screams of countless wronged souls.
As the giant python touched the sky, the clouds turned inky black, transforming into thousands of ferocious ghostly hands that frantically clawed at the land below. Coastal towns were instantly swallowed by darkness, leaving only desperate screams echoing everywhere.
Wherever the ghostly hand went, houses were razed to the ground, people were torn to pieces, blood stained the streets, and the entire town was plunged into darkness and chaos.
Ren Xiaoyao's eyes sharpened, and Chaos Qi circulated around him, causing the Nine-Petaled Chaos Green Lotus Phantom to reappear.
The light emanating from the blue lotus was like the dawn at the World Creation. The moment it collided with the Black Chains, it burst forth with dazzling light and a deafening roar.
Wherever the Green Lotus Light touched, the darkness was dispelled, and the Dark Matter Crystal in the space shattered, turning into specks of starlight that vanished.
However, the Black Robed Man's chains seemed to possess a life of their own. After being scorched by the Green Lotus Light, they split into even smaller chains, trapping Ren Xiaoyao from all directions like a spider web.
The illusory image of the Chaos Green Lotus bloomed in the darkness, illuminating Ren Xiaoyao's resolute face. His eyes revealed a hint of solemnity, but even more so, an indomitable fighting spirit.
The moment the chains touched the Green Lotus Phantom, they emitted a piercing shriek, and countless Dark Purple Runes burst forth from the chains, attempting to erode the sacred aura of the blue lotus.
Where the purple runes and the Green Lotus Light intertwined, the space continuously collapsed and expanded, forming Miniature Black Hole that frantically devoured the surrounding seawater, air, and even light.
The Miniature Black Hole spun continuously, emitting a sharp wailing sound, as if it was devouring everything while also groaning in pain.
The seawater sucked into the Black Hole condensed into dark purple crystals at the edge. These crystals continued to accumulate, forming a huge dark purple sphere that exuded a terrifying aura.
The space around the Miniature Black Hole was so distorted that light was strangely refracted, creating bizarre light and shadow effects, as if one had entered a distorted alternate dimension.
Upon seeing this, the Messenger of the Nether Blue Flame pushed forward with both hands, and a large area of Ghostly Blue Flame instantly enveloped Ren Xiaoyao.
Wherever the flames touched, the air was first frozen to the extreme, forming Ice Crystals, and then evaporated by the high temperature in the next second, causing a series of explosions.
The Ice Crystals shimmered with a ghostly blue light in the flames, like countless sapphires, but the next second they turned into dust in the high temperature.
The shockwave from the explosion was like a hurricane, whipping up the surrounding seawater and creating a huge water curtain that reflected the terrifying scene of burning flames.
Ghostly Blue Flame burned around Ren Xiaoyao, enveloping him in a massive Flame Cage. The flames were extremely cold, yet capable of freezing one's soul. Frost covered Ren Xiaoyao's eyebrows and hair, but his gaze remained as firm as iron.
Ren Xiaoyao activated the Chaos Qiankun Secret Technique, and the Chaos Qi transformed into a Golden Barrier to resist the erosion of the flames.
However, the Ghostly Blue Flame were unusually strange. Upon contact with the Golden Barrier, they exuded wisps of black, chilling energy that coiled around the barrier's surface like venomous snakes, constantly eroding its defenses.
Black, chilling energy spread across the barrier, forming black lines that wriggled like living creatures, attempting to break through the barrier's defenses.
At the point where the flames clashed with the barrier, violent explosions erupted one after another. Each explosion sent up giant waves hundreds of feet high, which were then vaporized by the flames in mid-air, turning into purple steam that permeated the surrounding area.
The Golden Barrier flickered under the dual attacks of the Ghostly Blue Flame and the black chill, and the Chaos Divine Markings on its surface were also operating wildly, trying to resist this evil power, but each attack only made the barrier weaker.
Countless distorted faces emerged from the steam, emitting shrill screams filled with a yearning for life and a fear of death. Meanwhile, the seawater evaporated by the flames condensed into purple blood rain high in the sky, carrying a deadly poison that corroded everything, staining the earth crimson.
Purple blood rained down on the ground, hissing and crackling, corroding the earth into deep pits from which black smoke billowed, as if the earth were groaning in pain.
Blood rained down on Ren Xiaoyao, instantly corroding his clothes and creating holes, but he still stood tall, like an indomitable war god.
The Messenger of the Starry Cloak formed a hand seal in front of his chest, and the stars in the sky began to twinkle wildly. Countless meteors, trailing long black flames, rained down on Ren Xiaoyao.
These meteors contain the Time-Space Power; wherever they pass, space is distorted and deformed, and even strange phenomena of overlapping spacetime occur.
As the meteor fell, it was as if a rift had been torn open in the surrounding spacetime, revealing the dark void behind it. From the void came a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.
Meteors streaked across the sky, leaving behind trails of black light, like dark scars etched forever onto the heavens.
Ren Xiaoyao wielded the Chaos Axe, the Chaos Qi surging on its blade, cleaving the approaching meteors one by one.
However, there were so many meteors, and each meteor, after being split open, would break into even more smaller meteors, continuing to hurtle towards Ren Xiaoyao, gradually overwhelming him.
Like a dense rain of arrows, the small meteors shot towards Ren Xiaoyao from all directions. He was overwhelmed by the meteors' attacks, and his clothes were torn by the residual force of the meteors, with blood seeping out and staining his clothes red.
Ren Xiaoyao weaved through the meteor shower, wielding the Chaos Axe with ferocious power. Each strike cleaved a meteor in two, yet new meteors kept arriving, seemingly endless.
Where the meteor fell, the seawater boiled and surged, forming huge whirlpools. At the center of the whirlpools, countless Space-time Fragments appeared, showing the horrific destruction of different worlds.
In some fragments, the majestic Immortal Palaces collapses amidst the undercurrents, and the screams of the immortals pierce through time and space.
In some fragments, bustling cities were razed to the ground by meteors, and people wept in despair amidst the flames. The Space-time Turbulence created by the collision of these Space-time Fragments acted like a giant meat grinder, mercilessly shredding everything around them.
Amidst the Space-time Turbulence, various strange scenes flashed by, including the afterimages of ancient behemoths and the ruins of Future World, as if the order of the entire universe had been shattered at this moment.
The Space-time Fragments within the vortex shimmered with different lights, some radiating a golden glow, as if they were once glorious civilizations.
Some of them emitted a red glow, as if they were battlefields stained with blood.
Others emitted a black light, as if they were endless Dark Abyss.
The Messenger of the Bone Zither sat leisurely in the air, his fingertips dancing across the strings like ghosts.
Suddenly, a chilling sound wave swept towards Ren Xiaoyao.
The sound waves carried the Curse of countless wronged souls; those voices seemed to come from Ancient Battlefield, including the roars of warriors before their death and the desperate cries of the common people.
The sound waves were almost tangible; wherever they passed, the seawater violently trembled, forming enormous sonic vortexes. Within these vortexes emerged countless distorted, pained faces, their mouths agape, uttering silent screams.
The sound of the Bone Zither seemed to possess Demonic Power. Ren Xiaoyao felt a sharp pain in his mind, and the tragic scenes of the creatures slaughtered by the Dark Heavenly Emperor reappeared before his eyes, causing a ripple in his heart.
In a daze, he seemed to see the scene of countless innocent lives being lost when the Dark Heavenly Emperor wreaked havoc, and a surge of anger and grief welled up in his heart.
The power of the sound waves continued to increase, distorting the surrounding space into enormous musical notes, each containing enough power to destroy everything.
These notes arranged and combined in the air, forming a symphony of death, playing a movement of destruction.
The faces within the vortex of sound waves constantly changed, some were elderly people with white hair, others were crying infants waiting to be fed. Their eyes were filled with longing for life and resentment towards death, and each face told a tragic story.
Sensing Ren Xiaoyao's danger, the Four Great Avatars instantly transformed into four beams of light and rushed towards him.
The Pangu Phantom of Pangu, Defense Clone, transformed into Golden Shield once more. Ancient defensive formations appeared on the surface of the shield, blocking the Black Robed Man's chains.
Each time the chains struck the shield, dazzling sparks would erupt, accompanied by the resounding clang of metal striking stone.
The Golden Shield remained unmoved by the chains' attacks; the defensive array on the shield shimmered, deflecting each strike.
The Pangu Phantom, Defense Clone, stood behind the shield, gripping the Giant Axe tightly with both hands, its gaze fixed firmly ahead, like an insurmountable mountain blocking the invasion of darkness.
The Combat Avatar wielded the Sky-Opening Axe, the Axe Wind howling as it clashed fiercely with the Ghostly Blue Flame.
Each axe strike creates a storm of Chaos Qi that disperses the flames.
Chaos Divine Markings flickered on the Sky-Opening Axe. Wherever the Axe Wind passed, cracks were torn in space. The Ghostly Blue Flame were churned into countless tiny Fire Snakes under the impact of the Chaos Qi, writhing wildly in the void. Wherever the Fire Snakes passed, black holes were burned in space.
The Combat Avatar's clothes were torn by flames and Axe Wind, and blood stained his armor, but he still wielded the Sky-Opening Axe, weaving through the flames. Each attack carried an indomitable momentum, as if he wanted to wipe out all the darkness.
The Deduction Clone Star Map of the clone shone brightly, guiding Ren Xiaoyao to evade the meteor attacks of the Messenger of the Starry Cloak through Star Orbit trajectory calculations.
Mysterious runes flashed continuously in the Star Map, indicating the trajectory of the meteors.
Guided by his Deduction Clone, Ren Xiaoyao moved swiftly, skillfully dodging the meteor's attacks.
Whenever a meteor was about to strike him, he always managed to dodge it at the last second, causing it to crash to the ground and trigger a violent explosion.
The Deduction Clone's hair stood on end amidst the energy fluctuations, and blood dripped continuously from his forehead, yet he remained fixed on the Star Map, his eyes filled with focus and determination, as if the entire world consisted only of the runes and trajectories on the Star Map.
The Life Chains that Healing Clone transformed into countless threads of light, merging into Ren Xiaoyao's body to repair his Damaged Meridians and dispel the effects of the sound waves.
Wherever the Life Chains reached, they brought forth Vibrant Vitality and dispelled the darkness.
Ren Xiaoyao's body trembled slightly. He kept his eyes tightly closed, and a layer of fine sweat appeared on his forehead. His previously injured meridians were healing at an astonishing speed under the repair of the Life Chains.
The Life Chains seemed to possess endless vitality, continuously injecting life force into Ren Xiaoyao's body. Every tiny wound was rapidly closing up, and the broken meridians were reconnected, as if meticulously stitched together by an invisible hand.
As his meridians repaired, Ren Xiaoyao's breathing gradually stabilized, and his complexion regained some color from its paleness. His brows slowly relaxed, his clenched teeth loosened, and he looked much more relaxed.
The Life Chains extends into the surrounding environment; withered plants instantly revive upon contact with the light, swaying and growing amidst the blood and gore, their flowers blooming in vibrant colors, creating a stark contrast with the surrounding darkness.
The Healing Clone's hands continuously formed hand seals, golden light flowing over everyone. His eyes were filled with gentleness and compassion, like a beacon in the darkness, illuminating every wounded soul.
Ren Xiaoyao took a deep breath, and the Chaos Qi circulated wildly within his body.
He roared, Chaos Axe blazed with light, unleashing a massive Chaos Axe shadow that shot into the sky and slashed toward the Four Dark Messengers.
Wherever the axe's shadow passed, space was torn apart, revealing the scene of the Beginning of Chaos behind it.