The Chaos Axe in Ren Xiaoyao's hand collided violently with the Black Tentacles summoned by the Black Robed Man.
In an instant, the void within Fang Yuan miles was like Glazed Ice torn apart by an invisible giant hand. Space groaned under the unbearable burden, and countless cracks spread like a spider web, each crack oozing out jet-black Void Turbulence, as if the wounds of the universe were bleeding profusely.
Tens of thousands of Space Cracks spread like a spider web. Purple-black arcs of electricity occasionally shot out from the rifts, intertwining with each other and emitting a teeth-grinding hissing sound, as if playing the prelude to the impending destruction.
Blinding lightning exploded wildly at the point of impact. The lightning, which should have been a pure force that World Creation, was twisted into a strange purplish-black color under the Dark Corruption, like a polluted Star River, each bolt of lightning carrying Evil Aura that corrupts all things.
Each bolt of lightning carried the lingering echoes of World Creation, yet it was twisted into an eerie purplish-black by the corrosive Dark Power. Within the lightning, the phantoms of Ancient Demon Gods faintly emerged, unleashing deafening roars that seemed to mock the world's powerlessness to resist.
The Energy Storm, carrying Destructive Aura, was like Ancient Ferocious Beasts awakening. A huge vortex formed at the center of the storm, swallowing up the brilliance of stars wherever it passed, and twisting and deforming space and time like crumpled paper.
It unleashed a deafening roar, and wherever the sound waves passed, the stars dimmed and Space-time Distortion. Those once-shining stars were extinguished like candles in the wind under the impact of the sound waves, and large sections of the originally stable Space-time Structure collapsed.
Ren Xiaoyao was sent flying dozens of miles like an arrow from a broken bow. His body left a long trail of blood in the air, every inch of his skin was being torn apart by the force, as if every bone in his body was shattering.
It tumbled uncontrollably in the void, its robes ripped to shreds, revealing a blood-soaked body, with white bones visible even at the wounds. The tattered garments fluttered in the storm like tattered battle flags, bearing witness to this brutal battle.
Each collision with the airflow felt like a devastating blow. The violent airflow was like countless heavy hammers, constantly striking his body, his internal organs almost turning to dust in the relentless impact.
Ren Xiaoyao felt as if his internal organs were being repeatedly pounded by a heavy hammer, and a metallic taste rose in his throat. The intense pain almost made him lose consciousness, but his belief in Protecting All Living Beings was like a beacon in the dark night, supporting him so that he wouldn't collapse.
He continuously spat out blood with a golden sheen. That blood contained his Origin Power, and each drop of blood exploded in the void upon landing, forming miniature Energy Vortex.
The drops of blood fell into the void and condensed into tiny, shimmering beads, each containing his Origin Power. These beads were like the embers of his life, stubbornly flickering their last light in the darkness.
The dim light of the Chaos Bead flickered and trembled under the venomous encroachment of the dark tentacles, as if it might be extinguished at any moment. The dark tentacles, like greedy demons, relentlessly devoured the power of the Chaos Bead, attempting to completely extinguish this last glimmer of light.
The tentacles summoned by the Black Robed Man were covered with barbs. Every inch they pierced his body sent a chilling sensation through his veins, attempting to freeze his life force. Wherever the chill reached, the blood in his veins seemed to freeze, and his life force was slowly draining away.
Ren Xiaoyao could clearly feel his life force rapidly fading away with the loss of blood and the erosion of Dark Power. His consciousness began to blur, and the scene before him became distorted, but the flame of protection in his heart burned ever brighter.
Just as consciousness was about to be completely swallowed by darkness, the Chaos Bead suddenly burst forth with dazzling light, like a newborn sun. The light dispelled the surrounding darkness, illuminated this void shrouded in evil, and brought long-lost hope.
Wherever the light touched, the dark tentacles let out a shrill howl, Evil Runes on their surface crumbled inch by inch, instantly turning to ashes. The dark tentacles twisted and struggled in the light, finally turning into wisps of black smoke and dissipating into the air.
Immediately afterwards, a streak of light swept Ren Xiaoyao into an unknown void. The light carried him through endless time tunnels, the surrounding scenery changing rapidly, as if he were experiencing a journey across time and space.
A cold, mocking laugh came from behind Black Robed Man: " Ren Xiaoyao, you can escape for a while, but can you escape forever?" The laughter echoed in his ears like a bone-deep sore, filled with contempt for him and arrogance of victory.
The laughter echoed in the void for a long time, as if announcing his defeat. The evil power contained in the laughter caused ripples in the surrounding space and time, as if they too were trembling for this evil victory.
Ren Xiaoyao struggled to turn his head back amidst the flowing light, only to see the Black Robed Man's face shrouded in darkness, a cruel smile on his lips, and a chilling killing intent flashing in his eyes. That face, like a demon's mask, was deeply imprinted in his heart, becoming the driving force for his progress.
Inside the time tunnel, Ren Xiaoyao's consciousness swirled in excruciating pain and confusion. Various images flashed through his mind: the smiling faces of his loved ones, the suffering of the common people, and the sinister grin of the Black Robed Man. These images intertwined, like a nightmare.
He seemed to see countless lives wailing in the darkness, the world he was protecting reduced to ruins, and the Black Robed Man standing atop mountains of corpses and seas of blood, laughing maniacally. These images were like sharp blades, piercing his heart time and time again, making him even more determined to resist.
These images played on a recurring loop in his mind like a nightmare, each one piercing his heart. He struggled in agony, searching for hope in despair, waiting for a turning point in his fate.
He didn't know how much time had passed when a biting chill and an almost overwhelming amount of Spiritual Qi rushed into his nostrils at the same time, like a bucket of ice water being poured over his head, jolting him awake. This sudden stimulation felt like a pair of giant hands pulling him out of an endless Dark Abyss.
He struggled to his feet and found himself in a mysterious, dreamlike place shrouded in mist. A light, veil-like mist drifted around him, sometimes gathering, sometimes dispersing, as if whispering tales of the land's mystique.
Beneath his feet, the ancient stone path, flowing with Golden Runes, radiated a warm light. The runes seemed to possess life, frolicking and flashing across the stone slabs, piecing together breathtaking scenes of Ancient God-Demon War. The stone path was like a time tunnel, leading him back to the glory and tragedy of the past.
In the scene, the Gods wield divine weapons to fight against evil forces. The heavens and earth shatter, and the sun and moon lose their light. In the end, a brief peace is achieved through immense sacrifice. The Gods ' heroic figures and their determination to fight to protect the world deeply move Ren Xiaoyao.
In the distance, nine Jade Green Mountain Peaks floated in the clouds, their bodies shimmering with the unique glow of jade. At the summit of each peak stood an enormous ancient scroll. The mountains stood majestically, seemingly connecting heaven and earth, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.
The ancient scroll was a thousand feet tall, its pages slowly turning in the void. Each turn stirred up Great Dao Ripples, emanating a heart-palpitating Great Dao Aura. As the scroll turned, the surrounding space trembled, as if responding to the call of the Great Dao.
This aura resonated strongly with the dormant Chaos Power within Ren Xiaoyao, as if the entire space was chanting an ancient song from the birth of the universe, mysterious and solemn. The Chaos Power gradually awakened in the resonance, like a sleeping dragon about to awaken.
"Where am I..." Ren Xiaoyao murmured to himself. Beneath his tattered clothes, the gruesome wound torn by the Demon Dragon dragon's claws was healing at a visible speed. Golden light flickered continuously at the wound, as if a Mysterious Power was repairing his body.
Golden Light Spots, like nimble sprites, filled the air and flowed into his meridians. The remaining Dark Power, washed away by this pure energy, vanished like wisps of smoke from melting snow under the sun. The Golden Light Spots, like warm sunlight, dispelled the darkness within him and brought Hope of Life.
He was surprised to find that the Chaos Bead circulated more smoothly and freely than before he was injured, as if this world had been carefully prepared for him to heal and transform. The Chaos Bead circulated joyfully within his body, absorbing the Spiritual Qi of this world and becoming increasingly powerful.
He could feel his body being reshaped by a Mysterious Power, every cell absorbing the Spiritual Qi here, becoming more resilient and powerful. His skin glowed with a healthy sheen, and his bones made crisp sounds, as if he had been reborn.
"Welcome to the Land of Heavenly Books." A clear and melodious voice resounded through the void like the grandest bell. The ancient scrolls on the nine mountain peaks simultaneously emitted Dazzling Light, which converged into the phantom of an old man in a Daoist robe with white hair reaching the ground. The voice was like a clear spring, flowing through this mysterious world, bringing a sense of peace to everyone's heart.
The old man's figure appeared and disappeared, his eyes gleaming with a mysterious starlight. His every move seemed to carry the faint traces of the Heavenly Dao, and he exuded an aura of majesty that compelled people to bow down in reverence. The old man seemed to be the Incarnation of this world, and every action he took contained the boundless principles of the Dao.
With each step he took, lotus-shaped Dao Patterns bloomed beneath his feet, spreading outwards with each step. Wherever he went, Spiritual Qi surged and runes flickered. The Dao Patterns, like blooming lotuses, adorned this mysterious world, bringing endless vitality and life.
Ren Xiaoyao quickly clasped his hands in a salute, and the Chaos Axe on his back seemed to sense his respect, trembling slightly. "Senior, may I cultivate here to fight against the impending darkness?" His eyes were filled with longing, a longing to gain power, a longing to Protecting All Living Beings.
The sinister face of the man in Black Robed Man and the brutal scene of the Three-Eyed Demon Dragon destroying the world involuntarily flashed through his mind, and his eyes instantly became even more determined. These images served as a warning bell, constantly reminding him of the heavy responsibility he shouldered.
Thinking of the creatures suffering under the Dark Forces, a strong sense of mission welled up in his heart. He knew he could not back down; even if there was endless darkness ahead, he would pave a path of light for all living beings.
The old man's illusory figure nodded slightly, and with a gentle wave of his sleeve, the nine mountain peaks simultaneously emitted a deafening hum, as if responding to Ren Xiaoyao's request. "You possess the Chaos Power and have a heart to Protecting All Living Beings, which is perfect for this fortuitous opportunity."
However, to obtain the Heavenly Tome's inheritance, one must pass Nine Trials. Each trial is an extreme challenge to one's physical and mental will; only true powerhouses can pass these trials and obtain the Heavenly Tome's inheritance.
Each test passed allows one to comprehend a Heavenly Tome. These Heavenly Tome contain the supreme Dao, precious legacies left by Ancient Sages, and each one grants unimaginable power.
These Nine Trials correspond to the supreme principles of space, time, life and death, and cause and effect. Only those Chosen of Destiny can pass them all. These principles are the fundamental Principle of the universe; mastering them grants the power to change the world.
Every trial is a test of your physical and mental limits; only by breaking through your own limitations can you comprehend the Great Dao True Meaning. The old man's words were like a key, opening the door to power for Ren Xiaoyao and making him understand that the road ahead was full of difficulties and dangers.
Before the words were even finished, the ancient scroll on the first mountain peak transformed into a streak of light and flew towards Ren Xiaoyao. The scroll pierced the sky, leaving a golden trail, as if announcing the start of the trial.
The moment the ancient scroll unfurled, countless golden characters, like released spirits, swirled and danced in the air, coalescing into a vast, boundless labyrinth. The golden characters shimmered with a mysterious light, intertwining to form a world full of wisdom and challenges.
At the entrance to the maze, the ancient and mysterious characters " Heavenly Dao " are carved, exuding an awe-inspiring aura, as if warning those who enter of the difficulties ahead. These two characters contain endless mysteries, as if they are the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao Incarnation, watching over every person who dares to take on the challenge.
The runes flowing across the surface of the ancient scrolls subtly outline the trajectory of the Heavenly Dao, each rune containing endless mysteries. Like dancing musical notes, the runes play the symphony of the Heavenly Dao, waiting for those with the right destiny to listen and comprehend them.
"This is the ' Heavenly Dao Maze,' testing your character and wisdom. If you can maintain your true self within it and find the exit, you will be able to comprehend the Way of Space," the old man's illusory figure patiently explained, his form gradually dissipating into the light. The old man's voice faded into the distance, but his words remained deeply imprinted in Ren Xiaoyao's heart.
Before leaving, the old man's voice came again. "Remember, everything in the maze is a projection of your own mind. Only by conquering yourself can you find the true way out." These words were like a beacon, illuminating Ren Xiaoyao's path forward and making him understand the true meaning of this trial.
Ren Xiaoyao took a deep breath, gripped the Chaos Axe tightly, and resolutely stepped into the maze. His steps were firm and powerful, as if declaring to the heavens and earth that he was not afraid of any challenge, even if endless darkness lay ahead.
In an instant, the surrounding scenery began to distort and change, as if he were standing on a scorched earth full of devastation. The sky turned as black as ink, the earth was barren, and it seemed as if this was the end of the world, filled with despair and fear.
In the sky, the Three-Eyed Demon Dragon's giant claws, like small mountains, mercilessly tore the heavens apart. Wherever they passed, stars fell and space collapsed. The Demon Dragon's roar was deafening; each of its attacks carried the power to destroy everything, filling people with utter despair.
On the ground, the Black Robed Man robes led countless ferocious Dark Creatures, wantonly slaughtering innocent lives. The Dark Creatures surged in like a tide, their eyes gleaming with greed and cruelty, leaving only death and destruction in their wake.
The desperate cries of children and the mournful wails of the elderly echoed in his ears, and the pungent smell of blood filled the air, making him want to vomit. These sounds were like sharp blades, piercing Ren Xiaoyao's heart and making him even more determined to Protecting All Living Beings.
The bodies of the dead were gradually Dark Corruption, transforming into puppets of the Black Robed Man, their eyes flashing with empty red light, mechanically carrying out the Black Robed Man's commands. These puppets were like Walking Corpse, soulless, becoming tools of darkness.
Then, the scene abruptly shifted, and Ren Xiaoyao was horrified to find himself draped in a black robe, his Chaos Axe stained with blood, fighting alongside the Three-Eyed Demon Dragon. This sudden sight filled him with immense shock and fear, as if he had truly become an accomplice to darkness.
"Join us, and you will possess Infinite Power..." The Black Robed Man's voice seductively whispered in his ear, full of allure. The voice was like a demon's whisper, trying to sway his will and plunge him into darkness.
The surrounding Dark Creatures roared in unison, their voices deafening, as if the entire world was beckoning him to embrace the darkness. The sound was like a surging tide, trying to drown him and make him lose himself.
Ren Xiaoyao could sense that a dark force was trying to invade his consciousness and change his will. The Dark Power, like a venomous snake, slithered through his consciousness, trying to find his weakness and devour him completely.
But Ren Xiaoyao held the Chaos Axe tightly. The warmth from the axe handle transferred to his palm like a ray of hope, keeping him clear-headed in this illusory fog. The Chaos Axe seemed to be his guardian deity, giving him strength and courage, allowing him to stay true to himself.
He silently repeated to himself, " The Heavenly Dao is Immortal My Heart is Eternal." This belief was as hard as steel, growing stronger under the corrosive influence of darkness, becoming his guide as he navigated the maze.
The Chaos Bead slowly rotated in his sea of consciousness, emitting a faint light that, though dim, illuminated his path. Its Chaos Bead's Light, like a spark of hope, burned tenaciously in the darkness, dispelling his fear and confusion.
With every step he took, he faced the most terrifying illusions deep within his heart, some of which were of relatives and friends he had lost because he was powerless to protect them, looking at him with reproachful eyes. These illusions were like sharp thorns, piercing his heart time and time again, testing his will.
Some worlds were swallowed by darkness, desolate and devoid of life. These sights filled him with utter despair, but also strengthened his resolve to fight against the darkness.
After an unknown amount of time, Ren Xiaoyao struggled forward through the endless illusions, each step feeling like walking on a knife's edge. His mind and body were under immense pressure, and each encounter with an illusion felt like a fierce battle with his own soul.
His consciousness constantly struggled between Reality and Illusion, and his mind and body endured immense pressure. But he never gave up, always moving steadfastly toward the exit, because he knew that only by conquering himself could he save the world.
Finally, as he forcefully severed the last illusion of his Heart Demon, the fog before him suddenly dissipated, revealing the true exit. At that moment, he felt an unprecedented sense of relief, as if a tremendous burden had been lifted from his shoulders.
The moment he stepped out of the maze, the Law of Space on the ancient scroll surged into his mind like a raging waterfall, and mysterious and complex spatial runes instantly appeared on the Chaos Axe. His mind was filled with an understanding of the Law of Space, as if a door to a new world had been opened.
He gently Swung the Chaos Axe, easily tearing the void apart to reveal a deep, dark rift. He could even briefly sense the presence of other dimensions. He felt the mysteries of space, as if he could control all the spaces in this world.
He tried to probe his consciousness into the rift and saw a world full of strange creatures, where the rules were completely different from those he knew. This new world was full of unknowns and challenges, and it also gave him a deeper understanding of his own power.
For the next three months, Ren Xiaoyao seemed to be engaged in a thrilling race against time. He raced against the clock to complete every test, never daring to slack off for a moment, because he knew that time was of the essence and the people were waiting for him.
In the " Demon Slaying Trial," he confronts countless Heart Demon formed from his own deepest fears. These Heart Demon take on various forms, some even transforming into his former enemies, attacking him with familiar moves. Each Heart Demon is a manifestation of his profound inner fears, an obstacle he must overcome.
Some of these demons manifest as the people he most fears losing deep within his heart, accusing him of his incompetence with despairing eyes. These Heart Demon are like sharp knives, piercing his heart time and time again, testing his courage and resolve.
But Ren Xiaoyao was fearless. The Chaos Axe in his hand transformed into a colossal blade that World Creation. Every slash was imbued with Righteous Qi, and every swing seemed to be aimed at completely annihilating the Heart Demon. His eyes were as firm as iron as he wielded the Chaos Axe, cutting through the thorns and brambles in this world of Heart Demon.
During the battle, his clothes were torn by the attacks of his Heart Demon, and blood flowed continuously, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered. Blood stained his clothes, but his will never wavered, because he knew that he could not fall; he carried the Hope of Life on his shoulders.
As he vanquished his last Heart Demon, a profound understanding of the Great Dao of Demon Slaying surged into his mind. Demon-slaying Chaos Axe Demon Slaying Runes, multiplying its damage against evil forces. He felt a surge of power, as if he had become the nemesis of evil, capable of protecting justice in the world.
He could feel his State of Mind becoming more resolute, no longer swayed by fear. This trial not only granted him power but also elevated his inner self, transforming him into a true strongman.
In the " Great Dao Resonance," he sat quietly cross-legged before the ancient scroll, like an ancient statue. He devoted himself wholeheartedly to communicating with the Great Dao, as if he had become one with the whole world.
As time went by, the Law of Time gradually became concrete before his eyes.