In the instant the sky ripped apart, dark Purple Lightning, like the claws of Ancient Ferocious Beast, frantically scratched at the cracks, each bolt scorching a blackened trail in the void. A roar emanating from the depths of the crimson vortex, accompanied by a shrill shriek that Space-time Distortion, transformed sound waves into tangible sonic blades, causing the eardrums of cultivators across the continent to bleed, and those with weaker cultivation even gushing Black Blood from their seven orifices. Thick demonic energy condensed in mid-air into a hundred-meter-tall Demonic God Phantom, its chest embedded with three hearts burning with Nether Ghost Fire. Countless twisted and struggling human faces appeared on its surface, their features contorted in agony, eyes bulging from their sockets, mouths wide open yet unable to utter a sound, only opening and closing in vain. Each pulse stirred up a black storm that blotted out the sky, from which the faint cries of countless wronged souls could be heard, their cries filled with regret, fear, and despair, as if recounting the tragic fates they had suffered in life.
The Skyvault Mountain Range, forged from Mysterious Iron, was shredded like paper in the storm. The flying fragments, imbued with demonic energy, transformed into sharp bone spikes, raining down on the villages below. Amidst the piercing whistling of the air, rubble and mangled flesh mingled, and bone spikes that hadn't yet fallen pierced the earth, instantly sprouting thorns entwined with black mist. These thorns, covered in barbs, each oozing a corrosive sap, writhed like living creatures, dragging the surviving villagers into the abyss. The final screams of those dragged into the abyss were torn to shreds by the howling demonic wind and vanished into the mist. Amidst the pervasive demonic energy, the muffled thud of broken ribs piercing chests, the desperate cries of children, and the surging hiss of the demonic mist intertwined to create a doomsday dirge. Even the vultures circling in the sky were corroded by the demonic energy into charred chunks of flesh, falling onto the wreckage. In a surviving village in the distance, an old woman trembled as she shielded her grandson beneath her, only to watch helplessly as the child's skin cracked and split in the demonic energy, transforming into countless writhing black beetles. The beetles emitted a sickening gnawing sound as they frantically devoured everything around them. With each opening and closing of their mandibles, the old woman's clothes, skin, and even bones were gnawed into tiny fragments.
Blood seeped from the tiger's mouth where Ren Xiaoyao gripped his sword, and the ground beneath his feet was carbonizing at a visible speed. He bent down to touch the ground, and the moment his fingertips touched the eerie, glowing Demonic Runes, countless tiny faces suddenly emerged from the runes, opening their barbed mouths and biting his fingers tightly. Amidst the excruciating pain of his skin being torn apart, Ren Xiaoyao clearly felt the Demonic Runes spreading along his veins, coiling around his heart like Black Vines. He endured the agony, veins bulging on his forehead, and large beads of sweat rolling down his face. Each drop of sweat corroded tiny pits in the carbonized earth. As the Demonic Runes runes eroded the ground, the edges of his vision began to glow crimson, Chaos Power in his dantian surged violently like a deep pool tossed with a boulder, creating countless Black Vortex. In the distance... The bronze cauldrons of the twelve Altar shattered simultaneously, and boiling demonic blood soared into the air like living things, piecing together a massive crimson Star Map. Strange runes flowed across the surface of the Star Map, and each Star Orbit was slick with viscous Dark Matter, swallowing up even light in its wake. A vertical pupil slowly emerged in the center of the Star Map, its depths reflecting the outline of Tianyan City, as if locking onto its prey. Around the Star Map, countless wronged souls struggled, emitting silent cries. The forms of these wronged souls were constantly torn and reassembled by the Dark Matter, emitting sharp, mournful cries that only the soul could perceive. Each cry caused Ren Xiaoyao's sea of consciousness to throb with pain; he could even sense fragments of those wronged souls' memories flashing through his mind.
As the dark figure stepped out of the vortex, the entire space resounded with the crisp sound of shattering glass. The Demonic Runes on his robes suddenly transformed into thousands of writhing, pitch-black serpents, baring their fangs and claws in the air, countless distorted faces projected onto their surfaces. Crimson runes flowed in the pupils of these faces, chanting ancient world -World-Ending Incantation in unison. The incantations manifested as tangible sound waves, causing the clouds to churn into skull shapes. With a wave of the dark figure's hand, the City Protection Array above Tianyan City began to reverse its rotation. Dense skull patterns appeared on the surface of the millennium-old Spirit Stone at the array's core, turning to ashes amidst mournful howls, and the underground seal collapsed with a deafening roar. Countless High Antiquity vengeful spirits, bound by chains, broke free, their bodies transforming from nothingness... The remains of countless wronged souls were pieced together, leaving behind smoky, corrosive marks on the ground with each step. Even time itself seemed to ripple and distort in its wake. Wherever the vengeful spirit went, vegetation withered instantly, turning to black powder, and the air was filled with a nauseating stench of decay. Worse still, the withered vegetation regrowed in the demonic energy, transforming into tentacles covered in sharp thorns that ensnared any survivors. A Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator had a tentacle pierce his abdomen; he watched in horror as his Nascent Soul was extracted and refined into a part of the vengeful spirit within the demonic energy. The nascent Nascent Soul's screams echoed through the heavens and earth, a scream containing both a desperate yearning for life and a terrifying fear of death.
"Insects, are you ready to die?" The voice of the Lord of Heavenly Demons's avatar was laced with the shrieks of millions of wronged souls. Wherever the sound waves passed, the nascent Nascent Soul of cultivators disintegrated within their sea of consciousness. The black beams of light that shot from his fingertips contained the power of spacetime collapse, creating countless Miniature Black Hole wherever they went. The waters of rivers, lakes, and seas instantly ionized under the intense heat, transforming into purple plasma clouds. From time to time, enormous demonic faces emerged from these clouds, spewing flames that could burn honeycomb-like holes into space itself. Amidst the sizzling sound of the burning flames, the Spiritual Qi of the entire continent began to flow in reverse, and the Law Power painstakingly gathered by cultivators vanished like sand. The fortress, engulfed by the Demonic Qi Erosion, rapidly crumbled. Many cultivators, caught in the reverse flow of Spiritual Qi, experienced uncontrollable swelling of their bodies, ultimately exploding into a cloud of blood mist—a gruesome sight. Some cultivators, before their bodies exploded, watched in despair as their limbs gradually became transparent and dissipated, their eyes filled with fear and resentment. A Golden Core elder attempted to resist using Secret Method, only to see his Golden Core twist into a bizarre shape within his sea of consciousness. The energy released when it finally exploded instead accelerated the collapse of the surrounding space. The aftershocks of the Golden Core's explosion shattered his physical body into pieces, with fragments of the Golden Core still visible amidst the splattered flesh and blood.
Ren Xiaoyao roared, his blood and qi surging like a vast ocean, the Chaos Power coursing through his meridians condensing into ancient patterns on the sword. He flicked his finger, a dragon's roar tearing through the void, the sword in his hand bursting forth with boundless golden light, the Chaos Sword Intent transforming into nine Golden Giant Dragon, head to tail, their scales intertwined with chains formed from the Heavenly Dao Laws. Wherever they passed, the distorted space was forcibly melted into a mirror-like smoothness. The nine dragons roared in unison, their voices deafening, as if to tear apart the demonic sky. However, the Demonic Runes runes in the sleeve of the Lord of Heavenly Demons suddenly lit up, thousands of pitch-black snakes soaring into the air, weaving a net of Devouring Laws, crimson runes flowing in their snake eyes... The first dragon's horns shattered with a deafening roar, turning into countless fragments of Principle scattered across the sky. Immediately afterward, the second and third dragons, also weakened under the net's devouring influence, their radiance dimming. Where the Golden Giant Dragon's blood dripped, Law-Devouring Vines sprouted from the ground, frantically absorbing the surrounding Spiritual Qi. One dragon's abdomen was pierced by a serpent, and the flowing Golden Blood dripped onto the Law-Devouring Vines, causing them to grow wildly, coiling around the dragon's neck and dragging it into the demonic energy. The dragon roared in defiance, struggling fiercely; its tail swept across the space, tearing cracks in the air, but ultimately it could not escape the serpent's entanglement.
" Limitless Primordial Chaos Shield!" Ren Xiaoyao struck out with both palms, and three hundred and sixty Tai Chi Symbol meshed and rotated like gears, constructing a flowing Golden Barrier around him. The black beam of light bombarded it, and the resulting roar shattered the clouds within Fang Yuan hundred miles. The Yin-Yang Fish on the surface of the Tai Chi Symbol frantically reversed, decomposing the power of spacetime collapse into tiny specks of light. Meanwhile, the blood-red patterns on the fingertips of the Lord of Heavenly Demons surged, and thousands of Black Runes swarmed into the beam of light like bees, instantly expanding it into Chaos Vortex that blotted out the sky. The Tai Chi barrier began to crack inch by inch, and the demonic energy seeping from the cracks corroded the ground, creating deep fissures. The Demon Abyss is bottomless. Strange creatures constantly crawl out of it, emitting chilling screams. These creatures resemble octopuses but have human faces; each movement of their tentacles leaves a corrosive mark in the air. A gigantic Human-Faced Octopus emerges from the Demon Abyss Demon Abyss, its tentacles sweeping across a small mountain, instantly corroding a huge gap in the rock, revealing twisted rocks inside, resembling tormented human faces. Low, guttural roars echo from the Demon Abyss, seemingly lurking something even more terrifying; the roars contain immense pressure, sending chills down one's spine.
Ren Xiaoyao bit his tongue, and seven drops of his Essence Blood transformed into stars, merging into the sword's body, unleashing the Chaos Sword Intent. Nine golden dragons merged into one, transforming into a billion-foot-long Sword-Ray that pierced the heavens. Wherever the Sword-Ray passed, a massive rift was torn in space, radiating Dazzling Light. Old Devil arrays appeared on the black shield formed by demonic energy around the Lord of Heavenly Demons, each rune devouring the falling Sword-Ray. As the last sword Sword-Ray dissipated, the shield suddenly cracked with spiderweb-like patterns, revealing a mocking smile— the Bone Umbrella burst open in his hand, ten thousand demonic faces simultaneously opened their blood-red eyes, and a torrential downpour of dark green poison arrows, carrying Bone-Corroding Incantation, rained down. As the poisoned arrows streaked through the air, they left trails of green, corroding and distorting the air in their wake. Some arrows split into smaller ones mid-flight, spreading like a plague, instantly turning any stone they touched into pus. One arrow struck a stone bridge, instantly corroding it into a green liquid that flowed down the river. Wherever it went, the water boiled, and countless fish floated belly-up to the surface, their bodies rapidly rotting and emitting a pungent, fishy stench. The polluted river became a toxic swamp, constantly bubbling with gas, each bursting releasing a nauseating toxic fumes.
Ren Xiaoyao's swordplay suddenly changed, unleashing the long-lost " Myriad Swords Returning to the Void," with countless Sword Qi weaving a net of light before him. However, the moment the poisoned arrows touched the Sword Qi, they strangely multiplied and multiplied, three poisoned arrows piercing his shoulder and thigh. In Bone Erosion pain, Ren Xiaoyao circulated the Limitless Chaos Technique, the Chaos Power in his dantian transforming into a white vortex, pulverizing the invading demonic energy into dust. Black Blood continuously flowed from his wounds, the traces of Demonic Qi Erosion. A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly discarded his sword, forming hand seals. Thirty-six ancient sword formations appeared in the void, and at the core of the formations, the blood-stained longsword transformed into a stream of light and disappeared into the formation's eye. Ancient runes lit up around them, radiating a mysterious and powerful aura. As the runes illuminated, countless blades of light appeared at the edges of the sword formation, automatically annihilating the approaching poison arrows and demonic energy. However, with a wave of his hand, the Lord of Heavenly Demons's avatar caused the poisonous clouds in the sky to transform into a gigantic Demon Hand, seizing a sword formation and crushing it. The blades of light within the formation scattered and flew in all directions, injuring the surrounding cultivators. Those cultivators wounded by the blades were quickly infected by demonic energy, their skin began to fester, and they emitted painful screams. Some cultivators even grew black granulation tissue from their wounds, which constantly wriggled and eroded their bodies.
" The Chaos World Creation Art!" Ren Xiaoyao trod upon the stars, and the thirty-six sword formations roared into operation, the golden Sword Wheel shimmering with the illusory images of the sun, moon, and stars. Simultaneously, the demonic shadow atop the avatar of the Lord of Heavenly Demons opened its hundred-meter-long maw, spewing forth a Spacetime Paradox. Wherever it passed, trees instantly withered and died, turning to ash; mountains, in the reversal of time, formed embryos only to crumble instantly. The instant the Sword Wheel collided with the pillar of light, space trembled violently like shattered Glazed Ice, countless fragments of Parallel Universes falling from the cracks, some carrying the remnants of Ancient Battlefield, others reflecting a desolate, apocalyptic landscape. Within these Space-time Fragments Faintly visible are once bustling cities and powerful cultivators, all now relics of the past. As the fragments fall, they are accompanied by fragments of memories from different times—laughter and tears—all now shrouded in the shadow of apocalypse. One fragment depicts Ren Xiaoyao's childhood apprenticeship at his master's school, a time of innocent joy and boundless hope for the future, only to be instantly swallowed by demonic energy. Blurry figures flash through the Space-time Fragments, seemingly heroes from different eras, all fighting against darkness, yet all ending in defeat, their eyes filled with resentment and despair.
In the Space-time Turbulence created by the aftershocks of energy, Ren Xiaoyao was blasted away, crashing into seven mountain peaks and shattering blood mixed with broken Dao Patterns. His body was riddled with wounds from the impact, his clothes torn and bleeding profusely. He struggled to his feet, supporting himself with his sword, only to see the phantom of the Lord of Heavenly Demons's avatar slowly coalescing—new Demonic Runes appeared on its chest, reshaped from Ren Xiaoyao's dissipated Power of Principle. In the distance, amidst the ruins of Tianyan City, surviving cultivators were using their lives as bait to set up their final defenses, while the pair of burning giant eyes deep within the cracks shone with ever-increasing intensity. The light from these giant eyes seemed to conceal a greater conspiracy, sending chills down one's spine. Beneath the ruins of Tianyan City, the Ancient Inheritance buried within began to resonate, emitting bursts of buzzing, seemingly awaiting its final awakening. With the buzzing, ancient Totems emerged from the ruins, emitting a faint light that resonated with the Chaos Power within Ren Xiaoyao's body Totems. A clang, however, the avatar of the Lord of Heavenly Demons sensed this power, a hint of wariness flashing in his eyes. He raised his hand and shot a beam of demonic light towards the Totems, attempting to destroy it. The demonic light shot towards the Ancient Totems like a venomous snake, but at the very moment it was about to touch it, thousands of Golden Runes burst forth from the depths of the ruins of Tianyan City. These runes, like awakened Ancient Gods, intertwined into a net of light, shattering the demonic light. Ren Xiaoyao's pupils shrank sharply; he felt the dormant Chaos Power within his dantian suddenly boil—the underground Totems and his meridians... The Principle within resonated, and countless fragments of long-forgotten memories flooded into his sea of consciousness: the scene of the First Generation Chaos Sword Master sealing the Heavenly Demon a thousand years ago, the Chaos Origin suppressed beneath the twelve Altar, and the true identity behind those burning giant eyes. From the fragments of memory, the tragic scene of the First Generation Chaos Sword Master's battle against the Heavenly Demon emerged one by one. In order to seal the Heavenly Demon, the Sword Master did not hesitate to burn his own divine soul, ultimately perishing together with the Heavenly Demon. In that great battle, the heavens and earth changed color, the mountains and rivers shattered, and countless lives were lost.
"So that's how it is..." Ren Xiaoyao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Suddenly, his longsword burst forth with thousands of silver threads, each thread entwined with the Chaos Law. He stepped through the air, and the thirty-six sword formations recombine into the shape of Tai Chi Yin-Yang Fish. At the eyes of the Yin-Yang Fish fish, fragments of the Ancient Totems of Tianyan City and his own Essence Blood floated respectively. At this moment, the Demonic Runes Taotie Phantom the chest of the Lord of Heavenly Demons's avatar had fully formed, transforming into a gluttonous phantom that devoured everything. With each opening and closing of its maw, the Taotie Phantom shattered the surrounding space and time. With each piece of space and time it devoured, the gluttonous phantom grew larger, and the pressure it emitted became increasingly terrifying. The space around it began to distort and deform, forming small Black Hole that sucked in all nearby matter.
"A desperate struggle!" The Lord of Heavenly Demons's avatar raised his hand and summoned twelve colossal White Bone Pillars, each inscribed with World-Ending Incantation. The moment the pillars pierced the ground, the entire continent began to tilt, and magma from the Earth's core erupted like a fountain, merging with demonic energy to form a foul-smelling poisonous mist. The mist was also mixed with tiny bone fragments, sharp as blades, cutting cultivators to the bone. Ren Xiaoyao, however, closed his eyes at this moment. When he opened them again, his eyes shone with the brilliance of the sun, moon, and stars—he had completely resonated with the Ancient Inheritance of Tianyan City, mastering a portion of the power of the Chaos Origin. A mysterious and powerful aura emanated from him, as if he had merged with heaven and earth. His hair moved without wind, his wounds began to heal, and a golden light faintly flowed beneath his skin.
The golden Yin-Yang Fish suddenly accelerated its rotation, causing Space-time Countercurrent across the entire battlefield. Ren Xiaoyao swung his sword, but this strike was no longer a sharp sword intent; instead, it transformed into a beam of white light imbued with the power of Creative Power. Wherever the white light passed, the corroded space began to regenerate, withered trees sprouted new branches, and scorched earth turned green again. The traces of demonic energy that had corroded the ground quickly disappeared, replaced by a vibrant scene of life. Flowers bloomed in the ruins, streams flowed again, and a fresh scent filled the air. The Taotie Phantom of the Lord of Heavenly Demons, let out an unwilling roar, and the White Bone Pillars crumbled inch by inch in the white light, turning into dust that nourished the earth. A faint light still flickered within the dust, seemingly containing new life. However, just as the white light was about to completely purify this space, a powerful resistance came from the depths of the crack, and the white light's progress gradually slowed down.
However, just as the white light was about to touch the Lord of Heavenly Demons, the burning giant eye deep within the rift suddenly spewed out materialized Karmic Fire. The instant the Karmic Fire collided with the white light, space was torn apart into countless overlapping dimensions. Amidst the chaotic Space-time Fragments, Ren Xiaoyao saw the Lord of Heavenly Demons's true form slowly descending from a higher dimension. This form was immense, blotting out the sky, and every movement it made caused spacetime to tremble. Deep beneath his feet, the Chaos Origin was being forcibly extracted by some force. He could feel the Chaos Origin draining away, like his own life force constantly fading. His body began to become transparent, and his power was rapidly dissipating. The Lord of Heavenly Demons's true form was like an unshakeable mountain, radiating a suffocating pressure. This pressure, like Black Hole in the universe, devoured everything, making one feel as if the entire world was under its control.
With the appearance of the Lord of Heavenly Demons, the surrounding space seemed to be kneaded by an invisible giant hand, and began to emit crisp cracking sounds. Fragments of space fell like snowflakes, and the originally stable cosmic order was completely shattered at this moment.
Moreover, even the distant stars felt this terrifying pressure. Like a disturbed swarm of bees, they began to tremble violently. The starlight dimmed under this pressure, as if they had lost their vitality.
" Ren Xiaoyao, do you think you can reverse the situation by mastering the origin?" The avatar of the Lord of Heavenly Demons began to blur, yet emitted an even more sinister laugh. "The entire world is bait, and you—" Before he could finish speaking, countless Black Chains suddenly appeared around Ren Xiaoyao, his scattered Power of Principle being reversed into a cage binding him. Strange runes flowed across the surface of the Black Chains, constantly eroding Ren Xiaoyao's body and soul. Ren Xiaoyao struggled desperately, only to find that the chains tightened more and more, and his power was constantly draining away. Cracks began to appear on his skin, and blood seeped from the cracks, dripping onto the ground and instantly absorbed by the Black Chains.
On the ruins of Tianyan City, the defensive line erected by the surviving cultivators with their last ounce of strength collapsed with a deafening roar. In the distance, the magic array constructed by the mysterious organization was nearing completion, and the roars emanating from the Bottom of the Abyss caused the continental plates to crack continuously. Huge fissures began to appear in the earth, from which scalding magma and pungent demonic energy surged. Giant tentacles, covered with spikes and suckers, would occasionally emerge from the fissures, grabbing nearby cultivators and dragging them into the cracks. Ren Xiaoyao channeled his Chaos Power, attempting to break free of the chains, only to find that each struggle caused his Chaos Origin to drain away even faster. Gazing at the gradually clearing Heavenly Demon True Body in the sky, he finally understood that this calamity, from the very beginning, was a thousand-year-long trap set against the Chaos Origin. And he was merely a pawn in this game. But there was no fear in his eyes; instead, a fierce fighting spirit ignited within him. He vowed that even if he had to fight to the last drop of strength, he would protect this continent and protect the Chaos Origin. His gaze was resolute, as if burning with an inextinguishable flame of belief; even in the face of utter despair, he would never give up.