Ren Xiaoyao fell into the Chaos Void, the afterglow of the blood-red setting sun gradually dimming.
Shattered Star Fragments fell like black snowflakes, brushing against his blood-stained black robes, each one carrying a shrill scream as if time and space were being torn apart.
The fragments, crackling with dark purple electricity, grazed his skin, leaving charred marks on his black robes, as if the universe were judging him.
His Chaos Power surged through his meridians, scorching his wounds until the flesh tore open, as if a million fire ants were gnawing at his internal organs.
The Qi in the Dantian surged like a boiling cauldron, and the uncontrolled power, like a wild horse, recklessly crashed against the meridian walls. Each tremor was accompanied by excruciating pain.
In a daze, the Seven Nights Demon Lord's sinister laughter echoed in the void. The laughter was like countless steel needles piercing his mind, or like Curse coming from the depths of the Nine Netherworlds.
The laughter was mixed with the wails of wronged souls and the roars of evil spirits, forming sound waves in the Chaos Void that constantly assaulted his faltering consciousness.
Ren Xiaoyao's consciousness teetered on the brink of collapse amidst the excruciating pain, the crimson and darkness before his eyes constantly intertwining, as if the entire world was crumbling.
He saw his life force flicker like a candle in the wind, about to be swallowed by the darkness at any moment, while in the distance, the Seven Nights Demon Lord's bloodshot eyes were staring intently at him through the void, filled with mockery and killing intent.
Just as his consciousness was about to completely dissipate, a mysterious and warm force enveloped him, guiding him through layers of Space-time Turbulence.
This force was gentle yet firm, like a mother's hand caressing his wounded body, or like the Bei Min of Heavenly Dao for all living beings.
The power contained an ancient and timeless aura, as if it came from the very beginning of the universe.
He saw his body moving through streams of light, and the surrounding space and time seemed to be reassembled like Shattered Mirror.
Within each crack, a strange world flashes by: in a sea of clouds where crystal palaces float, immortals walk on clouds, the Glazed Ice on the palaces reflect countless rays of light under the sun, and the immortals' robes flutter in the wind, as if they were otherworldly beings untouched by the world.
On the crimson continent flowing with lava, colossal beasts roared in flames, tearing the earth apart with magma to form scorching ravines. The beasts' furious roars shook the heavens and earth.
In the frozen forest of bones, countless wronged souls howl in the cold wind. Towering ice trees encase the stark white bones, and the figures of the wronged souls appear and disappear in the mist, emitting chilling wails.
These images flashed by like a revolving lantern, making him feel the vastness and mystery of the universe.
He didn't know how much time had passed before he slowly opened his eyes and found himself in a strange place.
Countless glowing plant seeds float in the hazy mist, resembling an inverted Milky Way, radiating a soft light.
These seeds vary in size; some are as round as pearls, while others shimmer like stars. They sway gently in the mist, as if performing a mysterious dance.
On the ground, the shimmering blue moss flickered in rhythm with the breath, each flash releasing subtle fluctuations of Spiritual Qi, like the heartbeat of the earth.
The dewdrops clinging to the moss refracted Five-Colored Light, like a carpet studded with jewels.
The sound of flowing water came from afar, but no stream was visible. Instead, transparent water droplets formed from condensed Spiritual Qi fell from mid-air, converging on the ground to form a shimmering river of light. Each droplet contained pure power, and when it fell into the river of light, it made a crisp and melodious sound, like heavenly music.
The place was shrouded in mist and radiant with light, and the air was filled with rich Spiritual Qi, which nourished his injured meridians with every breath.
The Spiritual Qi, carrying the sweet scent of morning dew, slid down my throat into my dantian, soothing the burning pain with its gentle warmth.
To his astonishment, he discovered that the flesh at his wounds was healing at a visible speed, and the damaged meridians were glowing faintly under the influence of Spiritual Qi, as if an invisible hand was reshaping his body.
With each breath, Spiritual Qi circulates within the body, relieving pain wherever it goes, and a new power gradually sprouts within.
In the distance, a majestic mountain peak pierced the clouds, its surface shimmering with Five-Colored Light, and countless streams of Spiritual Qi cascaded down from its summit like waterfalls.
A massive golden ring floats atop the mountain peak, within which Nebula churn and ancient runes are faintly visible, radiating a mysterious and powerful aura.
As the Spiritual Energy Waterfall cascaded down, it condensed into various phantom images of Divine Beast: Azure Dragon swishing its tail, White Tiger roaring. Each phantom carried an awe-inspiring pressure that shook heaven and earth, as if guarding this mysterious land.
The Spiritual Qi from the waterfall creates rainbows in the air, which complement the Five-Colored Light on the mountain peaks, creating a scene resembling a fairyland.
Ren Xiaoyao's heart stirred; his intuition told him that this was the Land of Creation he had been searching for.
He felt the Heavenly Dao Imprint within his body slightly warm, as if responding to the mountain's call.
Fragments of memories obtained in the Land of Heavenly Books suddenly flashed in his mind, one of which perfectly overlapped with the mountain peak before him— Ancient Sages had resonated with the Heavenly Dao here, leaving behind a legacy to Protecting All Living Beings.
At that moment, he seemed to hear an ancient call, and the gears of fate began to turn.
His heart began to race involuntarily, and a sense of mission welled up within him, as if this were the turning point of his destiny.
He forced his weary body to continue walking towards the mountain peak.
Every step felt like walking on cotton, and his legs throbbed with pain, but he gritted his teeth and persevered.
The Spirit Plant by the roadside suddenly bloomed, its petals as clear as Glazed Ice, emitting an intoxicating fragrance, but it quickly closed when he approached, and tiny thorns stood up on its leaves, as if it were wary of the intruder.
A drop of crystal-clear liquid seeped from the Spirit Plant's stamen, radiating an alluring luster, yet carrying a hint of danger.
A rustling sound came from the forest, and a Spirit Deer engulfed in azure flames peeked out from behind a tree. Its deep blue eyes stared at him for a moment before it vanished in a streak of light, leaving only a faint, burnt aroma in the air.
The flames of the Spirit Deer leaped in the darkness, like nimble sprites, fleeting in an instant.
Along the way, various exotic Spirit Plant emitted a captivating fragrance, and strange birds and Strange Beasts occasionally flew past him, but they all remained wary of him and dared not approach.
A flock of birds resembling Phoenix flew overhead, leaving golden trails in their wake. But when he looked up, the birds had vanished into the clouds, leaving only their lingering calls.
On the ground, a tortoise the size of a palm slowly crawled. Its shell was covered with patterns similar to the Heavenly Dao Laws. When it saw him coming, it immediately shrank into its shell and turned into an ordinary stone, as if it was hiding some secret.
Where the tortoise crawled, it left a trail of shimmering footprints that disappeared in an instant.
When he arrived at the Foot of the Mountain, a powerful barrier blocked his path.
The restriction was like flowing mercury, with ancient golden characters floating on its surface. Each character emitted light and exuded an ancient and mysterious aura.
A deep hum emanated from within the barrier, as if countless people were chanting ancient scriptures in unison, their voices containing boundless wisdom and power.
Ren Xiaoyao reached out to touch it, and the moment his fingertips touched it, he felt a burning pain, as if thousands of tiny needles were pricking him, or as if he had been struck by Heavenly Thunder, causing him to involuntarily take a few steps back.
The excruciating pain shot through his entire body like an electric shock, causing his arm to tremble slightly.
The runes on the barrier flickered, containing ancient and Mysterious Power.
The runes sometimes transformed into a coiling dragon, and sometimes into a soaring Roc. Each transformation was accompanied by a powerful pressure, as if testing his courage and strength.
Ren Xiaoyao focused his attention and discovered that the arrangement of the runes subtly echoed the Heavenly Dao Imprint within his body, seemingly waiting for a specific power to activate them, which ignited hope in his heart.
He squinted, carefully observing the changes in the runes, trying to find clues to break the seal.
Ren Xiaoyao took a deep breath and mobilized the last bit of Chaos Power within his body to try to break the restriction.
The Chaos Power struggled to circulate through the meridians, and every movement of that power was accompanied by a tearing pain, as if the meridians were about to be torn apart by the Chaos Power.
He channeled the Chaos Power into his fingertips, drawing in the void the Ancient Formations he had learned from the Land of Heavenly Books.
The barrier began to tremble violently, the runes shone even brighter, and the golden characters spun wildly in the air, emitting piercing shrieks, as if resisting his power.
As the formation was completed, his forehead was covered in sweat, and his face turned as pale as paper.
As he worked, the barrier began to vibrate violently, and the runes shone even brighter.
The entire barrier was like boiling water, with countless bubbles rising to the surface. Each bubble reflected a different scene: a sage preaching, immortals listening to his teachings in the clouds, the sage's words resounding like a great bell throughout heaven and earth, and the immortals nodding in agreement, as if they had gained some understanding.
There are scenes of ferocious beasts rampaging, the land is ravaged and scarred, the beasts' claws tear the earth apart, and blood stains the mountains and rivers red.
There is also the Primordial Chaos scene at the Beginning of Heaven and Earth, where all things were conceived from Void, darkness and light intertwined, containing infinite possibilities.
Ren Xiaoyao could feel the restriction weakening little by little, but his power was also rapidly diminishing, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.
He gritted his teeth and persevered, unwilling to give up this rare opportunity.
However, just as the barrier was about to shatter, a powerful backlash struck, sending him flying and spitting blood onto the ground.
The backlash was like a tangible Black Chains, binding his limbs and bones, rapidly draining his strength, as if it wanted to devour his soul.
He crashed heavily to the ground, his internal organs seemingly displaced. Blood gushed from his mouth, staining the Luminescent Blue Moss beneath him, and a strong stench of blood filled the air.
He lay on the ground, breathing heavily, his body feeling like it was falling apart, the pain making it almost impossible for him to move.
Just as he was about to try again, a dragon's roar suddenly came from the summit of the mountain, and a golden light shot into the sky, instantly illuminating the entire sky.
The dragon's roar contained boundless majesty and desolation, as if it had traversed countless years, carrying ancient memories, and seemed to be telling of past glories and tragedies.
Golden light pierced the clouds like a sharp sword, cutting thin cracks in the space it passed through, revealing the Primordial Chaos darkness behind it, as if opening a door to another world.
The roar of the dragon echoed through the valley, lingering for a long time. Golden light dyed the entire sky gold, and the clouds, illuminated by the golden light, resembled burning flames.
Amidst the golden light, a suit of armor shimmering with Sacred Light slowly emerged— the Cosmic Divine Dragon Armor he had long dreamed of.
The armor's surface shimmered with a silky sheen, and nine lifelike Divine Dragon coiled upon it.
Each dragon has a different form; some roar to the sky, their Dragon Might might awe-inspiring in all directions, their whiskers fluttering in the wind as if they could stir up the wind and clouds.
Some of them lowered their heads and circled, their eyes filled with mystery, their bodies intertwined, like a huge enigma.
The dragon's eyes shimmered with starlight, as if they contained the Mysteries of the Universe.
The Golden Runes wrapped around the dragon's body constantly exhaled and exhaled clouds and mist. When the runes flickered, faint chanting could be heard, as if the Divine Dragon was chanting Ancient Incantations.
The armor's edges were inlaid with dazzling gems, each radiating a unique light that complemented the Divine Dragon and runes.
On the Divine Dragon Armor, nine Divine Dragon are depicted, their bodies entwined with golden runes, each rune radiating a powerful aura.
The runes seemed to move as if they were alive, sometimes forming ancient battle formations with a powerful momentum, as if they could sweep away thousands of troops.
Sometimes it transforms into a protective barrier, indestructible and awe-inspiring.
Ren Xiaoyao could sense that each rune contained the power to World Creation, and that a mere touch could trigger a cataclysmic disaster, which made him both excited and nervous.
He held his breath, staring intently at the Divine Dragon Armor, his heart filled with longing and awe.
The Cosmic Divine Dragon Armor seemed to sense Ren Xiaoyao's covetousness, and instantly transformed into a golden light, attacking him.
Amidst the golden light, nine Divine Dragon Phantoms roared and charged out, their whiskers fluttering as Sky-Rending Strike, and their claws striking down, creating massive ravines in the ground as if cleaved by Giant Axe.
The air was filled with Dragon Breath, and the scorching heat instantly turned the surrounding Spirit Plant to ashes. The powerful impact made it almost impossible for Ren Xiaoyao to stand.
The roar of the Divine Dragon Phantoms was deafening, and every tremor made his heart pound. The gust of wind brought up by the dragon claws scraped across his face like blades.
Within the golden light, nine Divine Dragon Phantoms roared, unleashing immense power that shattered space wherever they passed.
The ground beneath Ren Xiaoyao's feet began to collapse, forming a huge abyss.
He could see countless glowing eyes flashing at the Bottom of the Abyss, accompanied by chilling growls, as if countless monsters were slumbering in the abyss.
Each attack from the Divine Dragon Phantoms caused ripples in the space, and distant mountains trembled as rocks fell, as if the End of the World was imminent.
A putrid stench emanated from the abyss, making one want to vomit, while the sound of space shattering seemed like the world's lament.
Ren Xiaoyao dared not be careless. He mustered his strength, summoned the Chaos Axe, and activated the Nine-Colored Auspicious Light to condense a defensive barrier around his body.
The Chaos Axe hummed in his hand, and the Space-time Laws on its blade shone brightly, as if responding to the challenge from the Divine Dragon Armor.
Nine-Colored Auspicious Light intertwine to form a magnificent light shield, each color representing a Heavenly Dao Laws. Mysterious patterns flow across the surface of the light shield, resembling the Chaos Diagram at the Beginning of Heaven and Earth, radiating a powerful Guardian Power.
Auspicious light swirled around him, forming a dazzling halo, while the runes on the Chaos Axe flickered incessantly, as if gathering power.
The phantom of the Divine Dragon Phantoms collided with the Chaos Axe, unleashing a deafening roar.
A massive energy surge spread like a tsunami, tearing space to shreds and revealing the dark void behind it.
Ren Xiaoyao felt an overwhelming force surge towards him, his hands almost unable to grip the Chaos Axe, his tiger's mouth was shattered, blood dripped down the axe handle, splashing golden sparks on the ground, and his arms were in excruciating pain, as if they were about to be broken.
The sound was like the collapse of heaven and earth, and the storm formed by the energy fluctuations swept everything around it. His body swayed precariously in the storm, but he still gripped the Chaos Axe tightly and refused to back down.
Ren Xiaoyao felt an immense force surge through him, and his hands could barely grip the Chaos Axe.
His feet dug two deep furrows in the ground, and his body slid backward for hundreds of meters, leaving deep marks on the ground.
Each attack from the Divine Dragon Phantoms felt like a mountain pressing down on him. He could hear the cracking of his bones, as if they were about to shatter at any moment. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes remained resolute.
He gritted his teeth, mobilizing the remaining power within his body, trying to contend with the Divine Dragon Phantoms. He had only one belief in his heart: never give up.
He gritted his teeth, mobilized the power of the Heavenly Dao Laws obtained from the Land of Heavenly Books, and engaged in a fierce battle with the Divine Dragon Armor.
The Space-time Laws flowed around him, and his figure flashed constantly in the void, dodging the attacks of the Divine Dragon Phantoms.
He incorporated the Heavenly Dao Laws into the Chaos Axe. When the axe blade was swung, huge cracks were cut into space, and time was distorted within the cracks, forming small Space-time Vortex in an attempt to change the course of the battle.
His figure flickered in the void like a ghost. Every swing of the Chaos Axe carried a powerful Power of Principle, colliding with the power of the Divine Dragon Phantoms and bursting out with Dazzling Light.
During the battle, Ren Xiaoyao discovered that the power of the Divine Dragon Armor resonated strangely with the Chaos Power within his body and the Heavenly Dao Imprint.
Whenever the Divine Dragon Phantoms's attack touched his body, the Chaos Power would automatically flow and merge with the power of the Divine Dragon Armor, as if the two were originally one.
He could feel the Heavenly Dao Imprint within his body pulsating violently, as if responding to the call of the Divine Dragon Armor, which gave him hope for victory.
A thought struck him, and he realized that this might be the key to unlocking the secret of the Divine Dragon Armor. So he focused even more intently on sensing the changes in the power within his body.
A thought struck him, and he stopped resisting blindly. Instead, he tried to guide the power of the Divine Dragon Armor and merge it with his own power.
He closed his eyes, immersing his Divine Sense into his body, searching for a point of convergence with the power of the Divine Dragon Armor within the ocean of Chaos Power.
He discovered that his Chaos Power and the power of the Divine Dragon Armor both originated from the Chaos Qi at the Beginning of Heaven and Earth, only their forms of expression were different. This strengthened his determination to merge them.
He explored within his Divine Sense, as if searching for an exit in a dark labyrinth. Each fluctuation of power he sensed brought him one step closer to success.
He closed his eyes, calmed his mind, and tried to feel the will of the Divine Dragon Armor.
In the world of his Divine Sense, he saw a golden ocean with nine Divine Dragon swimming in it.
Each dragon exuded a powerful aura, yet their eyes held a hint of melancholy, as if they were waiting for something.
He tried to communicate with the Divine Dragon, conveying his thoughts through Divine Sense in hopes of gaining the Divine Dragon's approval.
He called upon the Divine Dragon in the golden ocean, his Divine Sense like strands of silk, attempting to establish a connection with the Divine Dragon.
Suddenly, a scene flashed into his mind: In ancient times, the Cosmic Divine Dragon Armor was a divine artifact that protected the world and fought against evil forces alongside the Divine Dragon.
In the scene, Divine Dragon clad in armor, spewing dragon pearls from its mouth, engages in a fierce battle with a gigantic Devil Creature.
The runes on the armor shone brightly, each beam capable of reducing Devil Creature to ashes.
On the battlefield, countless lives were saved under the protection of the Divine Dragon; it was an era that produced many heroes.
In the scene, the Divine Dragon's figure is lithe and agile, and the light of its armor illuminates the entire battlefield. The Devil Creature roar in pain under the light, while the creatures below tremble under the Divine Dragon's protection, their eyes filled with fear and hope.
However, in a fierce battle, the Divine Dragon was killed, and the Divine Dragon Armor lost its master and fell into a deep sleep.
In that battle, the heavens and earth changed color, and stars fell.
The Divine Dragon exhausted its last bit of strength to Protect All Living Beings, and finally died from exhaustion.
The Divine Dragon Armor, having lost the support of the Divine Dragon's power, fell into an eternal slumber, waiting for the next person capable of inheriting the Divine Dragon's will. This wait has lasted for countless years.
In the scene, the Divine Dragon gradually loses its strength in the battle, blood gushing from its wounds, and finally collapses to the ground. The Divine Dragon Armor also loses its light and slowly sinks into the earth, while the surrounding creatures cry out in grief.
Now, it awaits a new master who can inherit the will of the Divine Dragon and protect the world.
In the scene, Ren Xiaoyao saw that the Divine Dragon Armor, over the long years, had been constantly sensing the energy of heaven and earth, searching for that destined person.
It sensed the Chaos Power and the Heavenly Dao Imprint within Ren Xiaoyao, knowing that this was the person it had been waiting for, and that the threads of fate had tightly bound them together.
He seemed to see the Divine Dragon Armor sleeping in the darkness, yet constantly watching the changes in the outside world. When it sensed his presence, the sleeping power gradually awakened.
Ren Xiaoyao understood the Divine Dragon Armor's intentions, and he silently vowed in his heart that he would inherit the will of the Divine Dragon and protect this world.
He transformed his beliefs and determination into a golden ray of light, transmitting it to the Divine Dragon Armor through the Chaos Power.
In the light, he saw his own determination to Protecting All Living Beings, and his belief in fighting evil forces to the end—a spirit of never giving up.
His conviction burned as fiercely as a raging fire, as if it would set the entire world ablaze. The golden light, as dazzling as the sun, carried his unwavering will and shot straight toward the Divine Dragon Armor like a sharp sword.
This light was not merely a visual shock, but also a spiritual force. It pierced through the void, transcended the limitations of time and space, and struck the Divine Dragon Armor with unerring accuracy.
He continuously transmitted his deepest beliefs and determination to the Divine Dragon Armor through the Chaos Power. This power surged like a torrent, without any reservation.