Ren Xiaoyao's Primordial Chaos Sword Aura flickered like a candle flame under the oppressive power of the Heavenly Demon True Body. A fierce Gale Wind tore at his tattered robes, and dark purple demonic energy coiled around his ankles like serpents. Each struggle caused the earth to crack like a spiderweb. These cracks, like wounds on the earth, spread from his feet to the sky, turning vegetation to ashes and shattering rocks into dust wherever they passed. In the scorched soil, the remaining plant roots curled into bizarre shapes, witnessing the instant life was drained away. Broken tree stumps oozed black sap, which crystallized into hideous forms on the surface, while deep within the shattered rocks, a faint, mournful tremor emanated from the earth's veins.
He looked up at the sky, where the Heavenly Demon True Body, obscuring the heavens and the sun, resembled a floating Purgatory —eternal Karmic Fire burning on its dark purple scales, spewing forth eerie blue tongues of flame, each breath seemingly devouring the life force of the world. The Destruction Patterns flowing across the scales twisted and writhed like living creatures, as if weaving incantations of destruction. Deep within those patterns, countless distorted faces faintly emerged, all remnants of cultivators devoured by the Heavenly Demon, eternally tormented in the Karmic Fire. The remnants of souls futilely clawed at the scales, only to be instantly burned to Void by the Karmic Fire, leaving behind only mournful howls echoing in the void, adding an even more sinister touch to the Heavenly Demon terror.
The Space-time Chains intertwined between the bone spurs constantly crumbled and reformed, shredding the surrounding light into tiny streams of light. These shattered rays cast countless fragmented reflections in the void, each reflecting the terrifying figure of the Heavenly Demon, like countless nightmares descending simultaneously. The Heavenly Demon in the reflections sometimes split into Multi-headed Giant Monster, sometimes transformed into countless demonic shadows, grinning savagely in the Space Rift. The eerie purple lightning that erupted when the Space-time Chains collapsed cleaved the nearby clouds into dust, and the ear-piercing buzzing that occurred when they reformed caused birds within Fang Yuan thousand miles to fall to their deaths.
Deep within those vertical pupils, powerful enough to devour Star River, the desperate cries of countless beings on the continent were rising as black mist. The piercing cries of children, the sorrowful sighs of the elderly, and the roars of cultivators as their nascent Nascent Soul shattered intertwined in the Demonic Qi Vortex, forming a desperate Soul Suppressing Song. In this song, there were mothers weeping in their final moments protecting their children, cultivators roaring in their defense of their sects, and Mortals helpless in the face of disaster. Among them, the roar of a certain Nascent Soul cultivator was particularly clear—" Where is the Heavenly Dao?!" But it was swallowed whole by the Heavenly Demon, leaving not even an echo. Further away, entire cities collapsed in the demonic energy, and the cries of the people were sucked into the Heavenly Demon's mouth, becoming nourishment for its evil power.
Those voices, carrying the last prayers of living beings, were devoured by the Heavenly Demon, becoming nourishment for its evil power. With each disappearance of a prayer, the Heavenly Demon's aura grew stronger, and the flames on its scales intensified, as if it would burn the entire world to ashes. With each breath, it unleashed Demonic Qi Storm that blotted out the sky, causing even space itself to crumble in its wake. Wherever the storm passed, mountains were leveled, rivers dried up instantly, and even time itself was distorted by the demonic energy, fragments of the Past and Future flashing and intertwining in the void, only to vanish in an instant.
The moment the colossal claw slammed down, space shattered like Glazed Ice, emitting a piercing shriek. The sound was so sharp it hurt the eardrums, as if the entire world's order was collapsing at that instant. Ren Xiaoyao's eardrums ruptured instantly, blood streaming down his face, but his gaze remained resolute. The wind pressure generated by the giant claw pushed aside all the air within a radius of Fang Yuan miles, creating a vast vacuum. Distant planets were even displaced in their orbits by this force.
The air within Fang Yuan hundred miles of Ren Xiaoyao was compressed into a tangible shockwave, exploding into countless rhomboid crystal fragments wherever it passed. Each fragment reflected his blood-stained, pale face; within the fragment, his eyes were resolute yet unable to conceal his exhaustion, a stubborn smile lingering on his lips. After hovering in the air for a moment, these crystal fragments began to collide, erupting with eerie purple lightning. Wherever the lightning touched, the space was scorched with holes, from which black, Void Matter seeped, seemingly devouring everything around it.
The figure reflected in the crystal was disheveled yet resolute, his eyes gleaming with an indomitable light. That light, like a spark in the darkness, though small, was tenacious, illuminating his belief in Protecting All Living Beings. In the reflection of a certain crystal, he seemed to see his own Dao Heart, an inextinguishable Golden Flame. The flame flickered within the crystal, yet never went out, and even as the surrounding reflections shattered, this flame continued to radiate its unwavering light.
He forcefully channeled his True Qi and retreated rapidly. The Snow Peaks- capped peaks behind him evaporated instantly in the aftershocks, like ice and snow meeting boiling oil. The Ice Crystals were burned to Void by the high temperature before they could even form, leaving only the charred and jagged outlines of the mountains, outlines like scars touched by Death God, shocking to the eye. On the surface of the mountains, the ravines formed when the glaciers melted could still be seen, now filled with lava. The lava churned in the ravines, making gurgling sounds, and the occasional Mars that flew out ignited the surrounding air, forming burning vortexes.
On the charred rock surfaces, crimson lava flowed like the blood of the earth. Between the gushing magma, the skeletons of Ancient Demon God loomed, their forms faintly visible—broken skulls still bearing shattered Mysterious Iron spears, fragments of Bronze Armor embedded in their ribs. Every wound spoke of the brutality of the Ancient God-Demon War; the skeletons seemed to silently condemn the cruelty of war. One skeleton's fingers remained in a sword-wielding posture, pointing towards the sky. As Ren Xiaoyao passed by, a ghostly green light suddenly shone from the skeleton's eye sockets, as if conveying some ancient message to him.
Despite the erosion of time, the skeletons remained in a fighting stance, as if awaiting a moment to once again engage in a desperate battle with evil forces. Their empty eye sockets seemed to still hold the remnants of past battles, sending chills down one's spine. A gust of cold wind blew by, causing the skeletons to clang and clatter, like the prelude to this battle. Mixed in with the wind was the faint sound of war drums, echoing from Ancient Battlefield, sending shivers down one's spine.
"Trying to escape? This world is already my prison!" The voice of the Heavenly Demon True Body was like a thousand thunderclaps, making Ren Xiaoyao's ears ring and his sea of consciousness ache. Countless cracks appeared in his sea of consciousness, as if it would shatter at any moment. Wherever the sound waves passed, space was like a piece of paper being crumpled by an invisible giant hand, constantly folding and twisting, forming dangerous spatial folds that would be torn to pieces if touched.
The roar of the Heavenly Demon True Body's true form caused space to collapse repeatedly. Wherever the sound waves reached, the void rippled and twisted like silk being gripped by an invisible giant hand. Within those distorted spaces, one could vaguely see afterimages of the past and future, like scrambled pieces of Space-time Jigsaw Puzzle. In these afterimages, Ren Xiaoyao saw his own future—either to become Savior or to turn to dust. He also saw the apocalyptic scene under the Heavenly Demon's rule: the earth barren, the sky filled with blood-red clouds, and all living beings enslaved by the Heavenly Demon, howling in agony.
Dozens of Pitch-Black Vortex exploded around Ren Xiaoyao, the Black Hole's gravity shredding surrounding Star Fragments into dust. These dust particles, under the influence of gravity, formed miniature star rings, emitting a cold, eerie light, as if a summons from hell. Within one of these miniature star rings, a demonic face emerged, grinning maliciously at Ren Xiaoyao. The Black Hole's gravity continued to pull at the surrounding space, forming funnel-shaped Space-time Traps, instantly swallowing any object that approached.
He endured the excruciating pain that felt like his sea of consciousness was being torn apart, reversing the Space-time Laws. Wherever his fingertips traced, ripples like ink wash spread across the surface of the Black Hole, reflecting back all the Devouring Power. Each rebound subjected his sea of consciousness to immense pressure, and blood slowly flowed from his seven orifices. His hair began to turn white, and cracks appeared on his skin, as if he were experiencing a thousand years of vicissitudes. As the Space-time Laws reversed, the Time Flow Rate around him became extremely chaotic. In some places, time stood still, while in others it flowed rapidly, forming a bizarre Space-time Turbulence.
Before he could catch his breath, a dark purple torrent, carrying the Entropy Annihilation Power, surged forth from the Heavenly Demon's mouth. Wherever it passed, the trajectory of light twisted and disintegrated like burning threads, and the Time Scale turned into scattered quicksand within the torrent. Everything around him began to blur; past, present, and future intertwined and became chaotic. Ren Xiaoyao saw his childhood, and he also saw the scene of the End of the World. In the torrent, he also saw countless planets disintegrated by the Entropy Annihilation Power, their remains drifting in the void, becoming cosmic dust.
Illusory afterimages kept appearing in the surrounding space: bustling cultivation cities were reduced to ruins in an instant, and lush forests were instantly turned into scorched earth. These Space-time Fragments collided violently under the impact of the torrent, annihilating into Void. In the afterimages, one could still see terrified faces and hear their desperate cries, voices filled with a yearning for life and a fear of death. A mother shielded her child beneath her, but was instantly swallowed by the torrent, leaving only an unfinished cry. Even more heartbreaking was that in those afterimages that had not yet completely disappeared, children were still in playful poses, but their faces were frozen in terror.
In those afterimages, one could still see terrified faces and hear their desperate cries, all frozen in time at the moment of destruction by the Entropy Annihilation Torrent. Some remained in their fleeing postures, others tightly embracing their loved ones; these images became their final imprints. In these frozen moments, Ren Xiaoyao saw his responsibility and hope. A strong sense of mission surged within him, driving him to continue fighting, even if endless darkness lay ahead.
Ren Xiaoyao bit his tongue, and thirty-six strands of his Essence Blood transformed into dazzling Star Orbit that coiled around his body. The shield formed from Chaos Sword Intent emitted a dying groan under the onslaught of the Entropy Annihilation Torrent. The sound was like that of a dying beast, filling everyone with despair. Countless tiny holes began to appear on the surface of the shield, from which the Entropy Annihilation Power seeped in. The Star Orbit formed from his Essence Blood flickered faintly around the shield, attempting to resist the erosion of the Entropy Annihilation Torrent, but with each collision, the Star Orbit became even dimmer.
The Heavenly Dao Patterns on the shield's surface cracked inch by inch, and Demonic Qi surged out along the cracks, as if threatening to completely overturn the Heaven and Earth Order. The appearance of each crack meant that Ren Xiaoyao was one step closer to death, and that the world was one step closer to destruction. From within the cracks, the whispers of demons could be faintly heard, attempting to destroy his will. The demonic energy formed a black vortex around the shield, constantly devouring the surrounding light, and even the longsword in Ren Xiaoyao's hand hummed under the corrosive force of the demonic energy.
He could clearly feel his life force rapidly draining away like water from a burst dam, and the world before him was gradually shrouded in a blood-red veil. In this blood-red hue, his consciousness began to blur, and his body grew heavier and heavier. He seemed to hear his own heartbeat, growing weaker and weaker, yet still firm. As his life force faded, his steps began to falter, and the longsword in his hand became incredibly heavy, but he still gripped the hilt tightly, unwilling to loosen his grip even slightly.
In this Crimson Illusion, scenes of his master teaching him the sword under the peach blossom tree and slaying demons alongside his fellow disciples flashed before his eyes. His master's earnest teachings and the laughter of his fellow disciples were shattered by the erosion of demonic energy, just like his own fading life. His master's voice echoed in his ears, " Xiaoyao, remember, the Sword Exists, So Does the Person; when the Sword Perishes, So Does the Person." In the scene, his master's kind face was gradually shrouded in demonic energy, and the figures of his fellow disciples twisted and distorted, eventually turning into darkness. But these memories, like branded marks, were deeply etched into his heart, becoming the Source of Power to persevere.
His master's kind face and his fellow disciples' trusting eyes were blurred by the erosion of demonic energy, as if reminding him that failure would reduce all the beauty in the world to nothingness. Those beautiful memories, now, became both the shackles that kept him going and the source of his motivation. He recalled drinking with his fellow disciples under the moon, their laughter still echoing in his ears. The warmth of his memories contrasted sharply with the cruelty of reality, strengthening his resolve to protect everything, even at the cost of his life.
At the Method Formula moment, Ren Xiaoyao suddenly made a hand seal, and the Ancient Totems deep within the ruins of Tianyan City erupted with dazzling golden light. The light illuminated the entire battlefield and even caused the Heavenly Demon True Body to pause slightly. Ancient characters emerged from the golden light, as if telling a story of a long-forgotten history. The ancient characters flickered in the air, forming mysterious patterns. These patterns seemed to contain powerful energy, causing the surrounding demonic energy to retreat.
The primordial Chaos Origin of the twelve Altar were forcibly awakened, causing the earth to tremble violently. Runes, sealed for millennia, burst forth from the ground, weaving into Mysterious Array Diagram in the air. The runes shimmered with a mysterious light, as if telling ancient stories. These runes connected to each other, forming a massive protective shield that enveloped Ren Xiaoyao. As the runes lit up, the ground began to shake, and the ancient Altar slowly rose, radiating Dazzling Light and fiercely confronting the demonic energy of the Heavenly Demon.
In an instant, the thirty-six sword formations transformed into twelve pillars of light piercing the heavens and earth, colliding violently with the Entropy Annihilation Torrent. The energy generated by the collision was like an atomic bomb explosion, the light illuminating the entire universe, and the immense impact causing the surrounding planets to shake. In the light, Ren Xiaoyao saw the figure of the First Generation Sword Master, nodding to him. The moment the pillars of light collided with the torrent, a powerful shockwave was generated, tearing apart the surrounding space and revealing a pitch-black void. Countless stars, under the influence of the shockwave, detached from their original orbits and drifted chaotically in the void.
Amidst the deafening roar of colliding energies, the entire universe seemed to freeze. In the Space-time Turbulence, Ren Xiaoyao glimpsed the Chaos Mark flickering between the brows of the Heavenly Demon True Body —a mark that resonated with the Origin Fragments within him. A thousand years ago First Generation Chaos Sword Master and the Heavenly Demon fought a bloody battle across the nine heavens, ultimately perishing together, splitting the Chaos Origin in two. This trans-temporal scheme was, in fact, a means to completely Devouring Origin and reshape his true form. He saw the First Generation Sword Master, in his final moments, pouring his own origin into the seal; that resolute gaze deeply moved him. In the scenes of his memory, the battle between the First Generation Sword Master and the Heavenly Demon was exceptionally fierce, the heavens and earth changing color. Ultimately, the First Generation Sword Master sacrificed himself to seal the Heavenly Demon, protecting this world.
He seemed to see the First Generation Sword Master, in his final moments, using all his strength to seal the Heavenly Demon, dying from exhaustion himself. His resolute eyes were filled with a sense of responsibility and duty to all living beings. The First Generation Sword Master's figure overlapped with his own, and he understood his mission. The First Generation Sword Master's voice echoed in his heart, " Xiaoyao, this is your mission, and also my last wish." As memories flooded in, Ren Xiaoyao felt the First Generation Sword Master's will—a selfless dedication and an unwavering pursuit of justice. This will merged into his body, granting him a temporary boost in power.
"So you also need the complete origin..." Blood trickled from the corner of Ren Xiaoyao's mouth, but he suddenly threw his head back and laughed. In that laughter, there was relief, resentment, and anticipation for the future. His laughter echoed between heaven and earth, intertwining with the roars of the Heavenly Demon to form a tragic Battle Song. In the laughter, he understood the Heavenly Demon's purpose and his own mission. Although the road ahead was full of unknowns and dangers, he was ready to meet all challenges.
He poured all his remaining Law Power into the longsword, and the last inherited runes of the First Generation Sword Master appeared on its blade, each one shimmering with the radiance of Beginning of Creation. The moment the runes lit up, the rules of the entire world seemed to begin to change. Countless golden Sword Qi appeared around the longsword, as if guarding this last hope. The Golden Sword Qi swirled in the void, forming a massive sword array. The light emanating from the array illuminated the surrounding darkness, creating a stark contrast with the demonic energy of the Heavenly Demon.
As the runes lit up, the Time Flow Rate began to distort, and the movements of the Heavenly Demon True Body became sluggish and stagnant. However, the killing intent in its eyes grew increasingly intense. Beneath its dark purple scales, the boiling Origin Power surged like a volcano about to erupt, constantly pounding against its body and emitting muffled roars. The Heavenly Demon True Body roared furiously, and the entire space trembled in its rage. Its scales began to fall off, revealing dark red flesh beneath, emitting a nauseating stench. The Heavenly Demon's roar shattered space continuously, and the falling scales crashed to the ground like meteorites, creating huge craters. The dark red flesh writhed continuously, as if it were alive, radiating an evil power.
The Heavenly Demon True Body roared furiously, the surrounding space twisting and deforming with its roar, as if it would be torn apart by its power at any moment. From the Space Cracks, another terrifying world could be vaguely seen, sending chills down one's spine. From the rifts, countless black tentacles stretched out, trying to grab Ren Xiaoyao. The Black Tentacles waved in the void, and wherever they touched, the space began to rot, emitting a pungent stench. Ren Xiaoyao dodged the tentacles' attacks, and his longsword was scratched in the collisions with the tentacles.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ren Xiaoyao tore open Space Cracks, but the Heavenly Demon True Body's tail spike pierced his left shoulder like lightning. Instant excruciating pain swept through his body, like ten thousand steel needles piercing him simultaneously, almost causing him to lose consciousness. His left shoulder was instantly a bloody mess, the demonic energy on the tail spike corroding his meridians. The demonic energy on the tail spike, like a living thing, coursed through his body along his meridians, attempting to destroy his life force. Ren Xiaoyao gritted his teeth, mobilizing the Chaos Power within his body to fiercely fight against the demonic energy.
A sharp pain instantly swept through his body, and his consciousness seemed to plunge into an endless Dark Abyss. In the darkness, he saw countless dead beings, his own birth, and his own death, but he knew that now was not the time to give up. In the darkness, the figures of those dead beings flashed before him, their eyes filled with despair and pleading, which filled Ren Xiaoyao's heart with pain, but also strengthened his determination to fight.
In his final moments of lucidity, he channeled the last Chaos Power within him to form a barrier, forcefully withstanding an attack powerful enough to destroy Nascent Soul. His body trembled; every ounce of power he mobilized caused him immense pain. Veins bulged on his face, and sweat mingled with blood, dripping onto the ground. Ren Xiaoyao's hands were red from the exertion, his nails digging deep into his palms, yet he still held the barrier firmly, preventing the Heavenly Demon's power from breaching his defenses.
He dragged his bleeding body into the rift, the energy shattering the void slicing through his flesh like countless blades. Golden Origin Blood flowed from each Dao Wound, dripping into the void and transforming into starlight to illuminate his path. Those stars, like his Unbending Will, flickered in the darkness. His blood formed a Blood Path in the air, guiding his way. Wherever the golden blood reached, the spatial rifts were repaired to some extent, as if proving his power and will, capable of creating miracles even in such dire circumstances.
The golden blood contained immense power, shimmering in the void as if guiding him. Though faint, the light was like a beacon of hope, giving him a glimmer of life amidst despair. Within the light, he saw a familiar aura—a hope from a distant Star Realms.