As Ren Xiaoyao shattered the twelfth step, his vertical eye between his brows and the Chaos Axe simultaneously roared, the sound waves causing ripples like Glazed Ice to spread across the void. The ripples layered upon each other, like billions of crystal fragments floating in the void, each ripple reflecting the surging Tribulation Clouds of countless Small World. Those Tribulation Clouds were purplish-black, spreading like the rust of ancient bronze, yet their edges were inlaid with molten golden immortal light, weaving flowing tassels in the cloud waves, as if it were the Primordial Chaos before the Beginning of Chaos heaven and earth.
The tribulation light of countless Small World shone like red-hot Mysterious Iron chains, their bodies wrapped with countless tiny runes, each shimmering with the faint light of the Heavenly Dao Laws. As these chains pierced through the Spirit Sea, the Star Orbit Patterns etched into the meridians gleamed with a cold silver luster, like tracks carved into millennia-old black jade with an ice pick, each Dao Patterns containing the mysteries of stellar motion. Each stream of light that surged past exploded into tiny Stardust, these Stardust like crushed Glazed Ice, weaving a flowing Light Cocoon around them—the cocoon's surface floating with scenes of the birth and death of the Three Thousand Realms, occasionally punctuated by tribulation lightning that shattered stars. A myriad of electric arcs erupted, coiling around the cocoon like silver snakes. Between the flickering of their tongues, faint glimmers of the collapsing Principle of the Small World could be seen. These glimmers coalesced into tiny rune arrays, flashing and extinguishing in the void, as if enacting the cycle of Life and Death of All Things. At times, Spirit Root broke through the soil, sprouting forth Daoist radiance. Within this radiance, the illusory figures of Immortal Child, transformed from Spirit Plant, could be vaguely seen. These Immortal Child wore emerald-green leaf robes and held jade slips inscribed with unfinished Heavenly Dao scriptures. The scriptures flickered with the radiance, revealing the vast and boundless Daoist rhythm of the Beginning of Chaos, as if recounting the ancient legend of the World Creation.
Deep within the Chaos Land void, Space-Time Rift spread like a spiderweb. Silver-blue lightning climbed along the ancient inscriptions on the axe blade, turning the originally dark golden inscriptions Glazed Ice color, like gems inlaid on the blade. The moment his fingertips brushed across the newly formed Star Orbit Patterns, miniature stars awakened within the axe patterns. The Star Core was a blazing white light, surrounded by a seven-colored halo, like a miniature universe rotating on the axe blade. The bursting starlight pierced through the World-Opening Technique like the first ray of light after the creation of the world, drawing 108,000 arcs in the void. Each arc condensed Law Fragments left over from the collapse of the Small World, and the fragments were still engraved with the last Dao Marks of the Dao Marks before annihilation. The Origin Power seeping from the traces gathered into flowing runes in the void. The runes danced like fireflies, forming incomplete patterns of the Heavenly Dao, as if reconstructing the forgotten Heaven and Earth Laws.
Suddenly, the Yin-Yang Fish Pattern beneath his feet pounded like a heartbeat. The docile dark gold fluid abruptly exploded, unleashing thousands of sharp spikes entwined with wailing, remnant souls. The faces of these remnant souls twisted into vortexes, each spike oozing inky tears of blood. These tears, upon hitting the ground, transformed into Spirit-Devouring Maggots. These maggots possessed transparent wings, imprinted with fragmented soul patterns, writhing and gnawing at the Principle of the void, emitting faint chewing sounds. The dark gold fluid twisted into chains, condensing into a black barrier at the entrance. Within the surging, leaden light on the barrier's surface, countless faces of devoured beings floated—some Golden Core Cultivator' fingertips trembled as they formed hand seals, awaiting the explosion. Resolute, the knuckles white from excessive force, shattered Spirit Crystals embedded in the nail crevices, Spirit Crystals fragments gleaming faintly with blue light, as if telling of a final struggle; there was the purple-gold divine lightning that erupted when the Nascent Soul Primordial Spirit tore apart, the lightning mixed with the mournful cries of fragments of the Primordial Spirit, the cries transforming into fine divine runes that dissipated into Primordial Chaos, the runes flying towards the barrier like moths, trying to find Hope of Life; there were the runes that shattered on the Dao robe of Spirit Transformation cultivator when their Dao Foundation collapsed, the runes scattering like a swarm of butterflies, each rune imprinted with the cultivator's life's Dao fruit, the light of the Dao fruit flickering within the runes, as if reviewing a lifetime of cultivation.
The instant a hundred faces opened their eyes and roared simultaneously, a pungent, sweet-smelling Dragon Breath, shrouded in Chaos Qi energy, assaulted Dragon Breath senses. The breath carried the stench of rust and decaying grass, making one want to vomit. The Stardust Tai Chi Seal in Ren Xiaoyao's throat cracked inch by inch, and the golden blood he coughed up ignited upon hitting the ground. Stardust-like drops of blood pieced together a fragmented Star Map on the ground, each drop reflecting a lingering image of his past life when his Dao Heart shattered after being struck by Lightning Tribulation. Within these images, one could vaguely see the cracked Dao platform and the extinguished natal lamp, the wick still retaining lingering, unburnt Dao Soul Dao Soul energy. As the Dao soul turned to ashes, a trace of unwilling obsession flashed within it, drifting into the void like wisps of smoke, as if recounting an unfinished Dao Path.
As the roar that tore through space and time exploded, the black barrier ripped apart like a tattered cloth, and a colossal dragon with dark golden scales soared into the sky. Shattered stars continuously fell from the Space-Time Rift coiled around its horns, each Star Core exploding with lightning and fire, scorching Dark Energy curses onto its scales. These curses formed fragments of the < Myriad Spirits Devouring Canon >, the fragmented text still writhing and growing, each character transforming into the monstrous mouth of a devouring spirit, its mouth sprouting fine fangs, seemingly devouring all things in the world. Its dragon eyes burned with world-destroying flames, and the twelve Black Vortex coiled in the whites of its eyes suddenly contracted, revealing gnawed fragments of the Heavenly Dao deep within them. Finger-like bite marks remained on the fragments, from which black Heavenly Dao venom seeped. The venom dripped into the Primordial Chaos, corroding countless tiny space-time Black Hole, from Black Hole came muffled cries, as if the trapped souls were howling in despair.
As the dragon claw swung down, the Chaos Qi was crushed into dust, revealing twelve vortexes floating behind it—each vortex spewing out Dark Energy capable of annihilating stars. At the center of each vortex, the half-eaten limbs of Ancient Gods could be vaguely seen writhing, with remnants of Principle chains still hanging from the broken bones. The ancient seal script for "Suppressing Demon Suppression " engraved on the chains had been corroded and blurred, with the remaining strokes still emitting a faint golden light. In the golden light, the Ancient Gods's pained face was reflected, his face contorted, his eyes wide open, as if telling of the endless pain of imprisonment.
"Trespassers, die!" The Demon Dragon's roar was like ten thousand divine mountains collapsing. The sound waves crashed against the Thunder-Pattern Battle Armor, and the starlight seeping from the gaps in the armor shattered into burning talismans. Each talisman was inscribed with High Antiquity World-Ending Incantation. The ashes that drifted out as the incantations burned transformed into countless soul-devouring insects that lunged at Ren Xiaoyao's face. The insects had transparent wings, and their mouthparts dripped with soul-corroding saliva. Upon contact with the air, the saliva turned into black poisonous mist, mixed with a pungent sulfurous smell that was suffocating.
When its gigantic maw opened, its Primordial Chaos breath poured out like a black Star River, twisting space into a spiraling vortex of death wherever it passed. Even the World Tree shook violently, and the star embryos on its crown exploded, their Star Core fragments piecing together the ancient, blood-dripping "World Destruction" seal script in the void. Between the strokes of the script, countless remnant souls of cultivators wailed, their spirits being decomposed into fluorescent specks by the corrosive power of the breath. Within the fluorescence, lingering Dao Patterns Dao Patterns flickered, forming patterns that were fragments of their lifelong cultivation Cultivation Method. The words on these fragments appeared and disappeared in the fluorescence, as if they were revealing their Dao one last time.
Ren Xiaoyao's pupils constricted as he saw the remnant soul of the cultivator lurking deep within his breath being digested. The poisonous mist formed from the spiritual bones slithered into his sea of consciousness like a black snake. Within the poisonous mist, Primordial Spirit shattered Primordial Spirit, the result of his failed tribulations in his previous nine lives, emerged. Unbroken chains of tribulation lightning still entangled his Primordial Spirit, the barbs on the chains deeply embedded in it. Each barb was engraved with the mark of his failed Dao Heart in his previous life, the marks being dark red, like burn scars, each scar recording the pain of a failure.
The Chaos Axe erupted with boundless golden light in his palm, and as the ancient seal script flowed across the axe blade, memories of World-Opening Technique like a tide. This beast was originally a fragment of Primordial Chaos shattered by the axe blade Pangu's Sky-Opening Essence Blood. Its Dragon Core sealed the World-Ending Law of the Beginning of Chaos, and its core membrane was engraved with the names of the Axe Master it had devoured. Among them were three engravings that were identical to Ren Xiaoyao's Daoist title from his previous life. Traces of his previous life's Essence Blood remained at the edges of the engravings, which had long since transformed into a black Curse, coiling around the engravings. The Curse, like a tiny venomous snake, constantly flicked its tongue, as if waiting for an opportunity for revenge.
At this moment, the Demon Dragon's greedy gaze locked onto the Thunder-Pattern Star Map in his Spirit Sea. The faint light at the center of the Star Map was the embryonic form of the power of the Sky-Opening Axe. In the faint light, the phantom of Pangu holding the axe could be vaguely seen. The phantom was dressed in a black robe, and uncongealed Primordial Chaos Essence Blood was dripping from his fingertips. The Essence Blood turned into a miniature Chaos World as soon as it hit the ground. In the world, the scene of World Creation could be vaguely seen. Giant Axe Open Chaos, and light rained down, as if recreating the magnificent feat of World Creation.
Ren Xiaoyao strode forward with his axe in one hand. The Yin-Yang Fish Pattern beneath his feet rose into the air, forming a triangular resonance with the vertical eye between his brows and the Divine Axe axe. In an instant, the myriad ley lines of the Chaos Land erupted with dark golden light, coiling around the Demon Dragon's body like living creatures. What surged from the ley lines was not fluid but countless Ancient Gods's severed arms. They clenched their fists and smashed them against the Demon Dragon's scales. Their fists were still adorned with long-rusted divine armor gauntlets, engraved with High Antiquity Battle Markings Battle Markings. Dried Divine Blood Divine Blood flowed within these patterns, dark brown and congealed into clumps, as if telling the story of an ancient war.
The Ancient Gods's face, emerging from the earth's ley lines, opened its massive maw to bite at the scales of the forbidden spell, only to be shattered inch by inch by the demonic Demon Dragon's tail whip. The splashed fluids condensed in the void into wailing remnants of souls, their spirits rapidly corroded into ash by Dark Energy. Among the ashes floated fragments of unburnt Daoist robes, embroidered with the long-lost emblem of a sect. The spirit bird pattern in the emblem still flapped its wings in vain, each flap releasing a faint ray of light that vanished like a firefly, as if mourning the lost sect.
The Demon Dragon dragon lashed out with its tail, creating a massive strangulation array of twelve Space-time Vortex. Ren Xiaoyao, caught within the array, suddenly felt the Time Flow Rate distorted. One moment his axe blade was aimed at the Dragon Head, the next his arm was shredded into a blur by the Space-time Turbulence. What overflowed from his wounds wasn't blood, but fragments of reversed time. Within these fragments flashed countless images of his journey from Mortals to cultivator, each one a repetition of his failed tribulation. Each failure transformed into a black mark, etched onto the fragments of time, spreading like ink dots, as if reminding him of his past failures.
From the fragments torn apart by space, countless afterimages of themselves being devoured crawled out, transforming into Black Tentacles that wrapped around their ankles. The tentacles still bore the lightning-patterned scars from their tribulations in their previous lives, and black temporal venom seeped from the scars. When the venom dripped onto the ground, it formed miniature temporal Black Hole, from Black Hole came the wails of countless wronged souls. The wails were sharp and piercing, like fingernails scraping against metal, sending chills down one's spine.
He bit his tongue, spitting out golden blood that exploded into Star Map of his three previous tribulations burst forth from it—the blood-stained holes in his tattered Daoist robes from his time Mortals resisting the Lightning Tribulation were seeping with Spiritual Qi Spiritual Qi, mixed with the obsessions of his Mortals days. These obsessions transformed into a wisp of green smoke, attempting to coalesce into Dao Heart. The smoke was pale purple, swirling and lingering, as if steadfastly upholding his original Dao Heart; beneath the torn dragon scales from his Demon Core transformation and battle across the nine heavens, a golden demon core pulsed. The surface of the Demon Core Dragon Yuan was covered in cracks, each crack seeping out Dragon Yuan, a viscous Golden Liquid, as if burning its last life force; on the shattered sword tassel from his sword slaying the Three Thousand Realms, an ungiven sachet remained. The sachet's threads had been worn away by time, revealing withered spiritual herbs inside. These herbs had been a gift from a dao companion, the leaves still retaining the warmth of dao companion fingertips, as if telling a tale of an unfinished love.
The triple superimposed shadows merged with him to form a three-zhang-tall Axe Master phantom, his body entwined with the three ancient runes of World-Opening Technique, earth-shattering, and creation. The light seeping from the runes wrote the fragments of the < Chaos World-Creation Record > in the void. The fragments of text were constantly recombining into new sword techniques, and the strokes of the sword techniques also shimmered with the light of the Three-Life Dao Fruit. Each ray of light represented the cultivation insights of a lifetime. The intertwined lights were as brilliant as a rainbow, as if composing new Heavenly Dao Laws.
" World-Opening Technique--!" The moment the phantom swung the axe, the Chaos Axe unleashed power surpassing the third level of the trial. The silver arc was no longer a single Principle, but a fusion of Star Map tempered by Lightning Tribulation, a thunder Thunder Dragon boiling in the Spirit Sea, ancient seal script inherited from the Twelve Divine Generals, and the resilience of the Mortals body—the Dao Three-Life Dao Fruit —forming a protective shield within the axe's light. The shield was engraved with the cultivation insights from the Mortals period, each character shimmering with the Dao Heart Undying, as dazzling as diamonds, symbolizing an indestructible Dao Heart; the domineering power of the Divine Dragon's body caused the Axe Wind to stir up Primordial Chaos storm, within which the phantom of the Divine Dragon's tail could be vaguely seen. With each swing of the dragon's tail, a Space Cracks appeared, emanating a Primordial Chaos glimmer, as if opening up a new world; the sharpness of the Sword Immortal's soul transformed the axe blade into ten thousand Sword Qi, the Sword Qi energies still retaining the sword intent from when cleaving through the Three Thousand Realms. The sword intent transformed into sword marks, engraved in the void, the sword marks spreading like a spider web, recording the determination to overcome all difficulties.
As the axe's edge tore through the Space-time Turbulence, the Primordial Chaos scene of Pangu's Sky-Opening creating the world emerged from the depths of the ten-thousand-foot-wide rift. One could see the rain of light splashing up as the Giant Axe Open Chaos, each drop of light giving birth to a world. Within the rain of light, one could even see the blurry figures of the ancient people Molding Clay to Create Humans, each figure holding an unformed clay figure in its hand. The clay figure's eyes flickered with the faint light of life, leaping like candlelight, symbolizing the birth of life.
The Demon Dragon's Primordial Chaos breath was split in two, revealing translucent reverse scales on its neck. Chaos Leadwater cracks, as thin as hair, seeped from the scales, oozing molten lead. Suspended in the Pangu Axe were fragments of the axe blade that had shattered when Pangu first cleaved the Primordial Chaos. The fragments were engraved with the now blurred World-Opening Technique, and the gaps between the scripts still held crystals of Pangu's sweat. These crystals sealed the scene of World-Opening Technique, showing the initial separation of Primordial Chaos and the beginning of yin and yang, as if recreating the moment of the universe's birth.
The Demon Dragon violently swung its Dragon Head, and the Space-Time Rift on its horns suddenly burst open, spewing out countless streams of black light—these were the vengeful ghost flames formed from the remnant souls of the Axe Master of past generations that it had devoured. Each cluster of ghost flames was entwined with the Curse of "unable to die," and the Curse characters burned and regenerated continuously within the ghost flames. Each character transformed into a pained face, distorted and streaked with blood and tears, as if telling of endless suffering. The ghost flames collided with Ren Xiaoyao's Light Cocoon, corroding it and producing wisps of green smoke. The imagery of the birth and death of the Three Thousand Realms on the surface of the Light Cocoon instantly dimmed by thirty percent. The dimmed imagery began to distort and collapse, and the once vibrant world turned into a desolate wasteland, with cracked earth and withered vegetation, as if foreshadowing the world's destruction.
Its thick dragon tail suddenly split into twelve afterimages, each striking a different Space-time Node. The nodes struck erupted with countless Space-time Turbulence, which, like a spider web, wrapped around the Axe Master's illusory ankles. The turbulent currents were also mixed with the mournful echoes of Annihilated Worlds, and within those echoes, one could hear the desperate cries for help from countless living beings. These cries transformed into sound waves, impacting Ren Xiaoyao's Dao Heart. His Dao Heart felt as if it were being struck by a heavy hammer, rippling outwards, as if undergoing a test of his soul.
Even more terrifying, the Demon Dragon suddenly opened its massive jaws and swallowed a piece of its own claw. The swallowed claw erupted with dark golden light from its belly, transforming into a Bone Flute engraved with world-destroying runes. It blew the Bone Flute with all its might, and thousands of black sound waves surged forth from the flute's sound. Wherever the sound waves passed, the Law Fragments within the axe's light began to disintegrate in reverse. Even the fragments of the < Chaos World-Creation Record > in the void were peeling off their characters in a flurry. The peeling characters transformed into black moths that flew towards Ren Xiaoyao's eyes. The moths' wings were imprinted with world-destroying runes, as scarlet as blood, as if trying to destroy his Dao Heart.
The Demon Dragon roared in terror and lunged at the axe blade. The collision of its claws and the axe blade unleashed a burst of countless bolts of lightning, each crackling with the residual power of the World-Ending Lightning Tribulation. This Lightning Tribulation also contained the World-Ending Power of Beginning of Chaos, a force imbued with the Principle of the Return to Silence. This Principle, like black chains, coiled around the lightning, seemingly attempting to destroy everything. The Thunder-Pattern Battle Armor resonated with the Chaos Axe, and starlight seeping from the armor's seams transformed into the phantoms of Twelve Divine Generals, wielding halberds and thrusting them towards the Demon Dragon's eye sockets. The golden Divine Blood dripping from the generals' weapons burned holes in the dragon's scales. The dragon blood seeping from these holes sizzled and corroded upon contact with the Divine Blood, the corrosion sound mingling with the Demon Dragon's agonizing roars. These roars, like thunderclaps, seemed to proclaim its doom.
Each axe strike carried the residual power of World-Ending Lightning Tribulation, tearing away scales and armor to release Chaos Leadwater. Within the lead, countless sealed Dao Patterns Dao Patterns struggled, forming patterns that were evidence of the Demon Dragon's crimes of devouring all living beings. The scenes of these crimes showed countless cultivators being devoured alive, each scene transforming into a blood-red mark etched onto the lead. The marks writhed like living creatures, as if recounting the Demon Dragon's Atrocities.
Even more terrifying was the Time-Space Power within the axe's edge, which was reversing the Demon Dragon's life force. The Space-Time Rift in its horns were healing in reverse, and the light fragments merged into the axe blade, reforming into a star embryo. Within the embryo, one could see a fast-forwarded scene of mountains and rivers taking shape and life multiplying. One could even see cultivators building furnaces and refining pills on the newly born Spirit Mountain. A faint fragrance of pills wafted from the Pill Furnace, containing the Hope of Life. This hope was as warm as a spring breeze, as if foreshadowing a new beginning.
As the final axe struck the wound on the dragon's reverse scale, the Chaos Axe roared with World Creation sound. The Demon Dragon's body disintegrated into Chaos Particles, each particle exploding with a sealed remnant soul. In the remnant soul's hand, there was an unfinished Spirit Flower Law Treasure, an unwritten Daoist scripture, and an unsent letter home. The ink on the letter gradually materialized in the void, revealing that it was all written to Ren Xiaoyao's past life. Tucked inside the letter was a dried-up specimen of a spiritual flower, the dew on which turned into teardrops, dripping into the void. The teardrops were as clear as crystal, as if telling of unfulfilled wishes.
Only the Dragon Core, burning with dark golden flames, fell to the ground Ren Xiaoyao's palm Tai Chi Seal lit up, and the phantoms of the Twelve Divine Generals emerging from the seal pierced the Dragon Core with their halberds. The forbidden spells on the surface of the Dragon Core shattered like a spider web, and the overflowing Chaos Origin was refined into a stream of light that flowed into the Star Map tribulation pattern on the axe. In the instant the stream of light merged, the Star Map on the axe blade rotated, revealing the mountains and rivers of the Three Thousand Realms outside. Even the seven-colored Spirit Fish swimming in the coral forest of the East Sea Merfolk Kingdom and the ten-thousand-year-old insect eggs lurking in the nest of the Western Desert Sand Worms were clearly visible. The patterns on the scales of the Spirit Fish and the textures on the shells of the insect eggs were all clearly visible. Every scale and every Dao Patterns contained the Heaven and Earth Laws. The Principle were like golden threads, winding around the scales and textures, as if revealing the Mysteries of the Universe.
Twelve new Star Orbit emerged at the edge of the Star Map, each engraved with the name of a cultivator liberated in this battle. As the Star Orbit flickered, those names transformed into meteors and shot towards all corners of the Three Thousand Realms. Among them, three meteors were particularly bright, which were the remnants of souls with the same Daoist name as Ren Xiaoyao in his previous life. The trails of the meteors also shimmered with the light of the fusion of the Three-Life Dao Fruit, reflecting their new appearances after Reincarnation. The reincarnated ones were either children picking up shells on the East Sea Coast, with a birthmark on their wrist shaped like an axe blade, and the sound of Primordial Chaos could always be heard in the sound of the tide; or young people cultivating in the oasis of the Western Desert, with the natural shape of a vertical eye between their brows, Star Orbit often flowing in their palms when they meditated; or a scholar copying scriptures at the Central Province Academy, with ancient seal script appearing every time the ink stick was ground, and the phantom of the Sky-Opening Axe often reflected in the water on the inkstone.
As the Dragon Core shattered, the Chaos Origin overflowed suddenly transformed into a rain of light, drenching the Light Cocoon surrounding Ren Xiaoyao. The scenes of birth and death of the Three Thousand Realms on the cocoon suddenly came to life— Annihilated Stars re-condensed, Law Fragments were reassembled like puzzle pieces, and even the remnant souls that had been saved could be seen reshaping their immortal Immortal Body in the New World: Golden Core Cultivator were rebuilding their Dao Foundation Spirit Crystals the newly born Spirit Mountain, their fingertips no longer shattering but radiating rosy light; fragments of the Primordial Spirit of Nascent Soul monsters gathered into new divine thunder, the thunderous sound carrying the joy of enlightenment; the Daoist robes and talismans of Nascent Soul cultivators Spirit Transformation Spirit Butterflies, fluttering into the newly born immortal valley.
Suddenly, the Chaos Axe floated to the center of his brow and resonated with his vertical eye. The axe blade projected a holographic sky onto the Star Map: when the seven-colored Spirit Fish of the East Sea Merfolk Kingdom leaped out of the water, the patterns on their scales formed a complete version of the < Chaos World-Creation Record >; the millennia-old eggs of the Western Desert Sand Worms nest cracked open, and the crawling insects had the Battle Markings of the Twelve Divine Generals engraved on their carapaces. Even more astonishingly, the Pangu Phantom at the center of the Star Map moved, and the Primordial Chaos Essence Blood dripping from his fingertips no longer transformed into a world, but instead condensed into twelve drops of Origin Spirit Liquid, each drop reflecting the face of Ren Xiaoyao in different reincarnations.
"This is the True Intention of the Sky-Opening Axe." Pangu's echo resounded from the void, "Not destruction, but rebirth." The particles of the disintegrating Demon Dragon suddenly reversed into a stream of light, gathering behind Ren Xiaoyao into Twelve-Winged Light Wheel. Each wing was engraved with the name of the liberated cultivator. When the wings flapped, they scattered not light dust, but the essence of their lifelong cultivation—the resilience of Mortals resisting Lightning Tribulation transformed into a protective golden wheel, the domineering power tempered by Dragon Yuan condensed into a boundary-breaking blade, and the sachet left by the Sword Immortal immortal transformed into Red Thread of fate, drawing the remnant souls of the three- dao companion to the edge of the Light Wheel.
At this moment, milky white holy liquid suddenly seeped from the Space-Time Rift in the Chaos Land. Wherever it passed, the spacetime Black Hole healed into a star embryo, and the corroded " Demon Suppression " ancient seal regained its light, forming a new Heavenly Dao inscription. "When the flames of calamity burn the body, the Dao Heart is the star." Suddenly, the palm of Ren Xiaoyao's axe-wielding hand showed the same palm print Pangu's. As the axe Star Map spun, it unleashed thousands of arcs of light, each arc striking Space-time Node throughout the Three Thousand Realms. Those World Fragments that had been devoured by the Demon Dragon were being stitched back together with the arcs of light.