The moment Ren Xiaoyao crashed into the Space Cracks, the surrounding Space-time Structure shattered like a spider web, and billions of dark blue electric bolts pierced into his flesh through the wounds. The electric bolts surged through his blood vessels, scorching the skin and flesh with charred lines, and golden primordial blood seeped from each crack, blooming into eerie flowers on his body surface along with dark purple Demonic Baleful Energy.
Dark purple Demonic Baleful Energy surged from the wound left by the tail thorn on his left shoulder, clashing fiercely with the golden primordial blood, condensing into hideous Ice Crystals on his body. Inside those Ice Crystals, the remnant souls of cultivators devoured by the Heavenly Demon were sealed, now emitting silent shrieks through the flesh. Those shrieks pierced through Divine Sense, weaving dense cracks in his mind.
Every drop of his blood fell into the void, crushed into Stardust by the turbulent currents, yet coalesced into Miniature Sword Mound by inertia. One hundred and eight thousand illusory swords of Light Sword were arranged in an array, which was the " Zhou Tian Xing Dou Sword Array " lost by the First Generation Sword Master. The sword shadows tore through the Primordial Chaos as they flickered, opening a bloody Blood Path to the Primordial Chaos for him in the the Unseen. The Stardust around the Sword Mound was swept up by the air currents, forming a blood-red Star River.
As he passed through the seventh layer of the putrid Space-time Membrane, he glimpsed countless withered bones suspended behind it, each skeleton's finger bones pointing in the same direction—to that hazy realm formed by the misty, Chaos Current. The eerie green Phosphorus Fire seeping from the bones traced strange trajectories in spacetime, forming an ancient proverb. " Depths of Chaos, the seed of the Dao returns to its rightful place."
At this moment, his consciousness was blurred by the intense pain and Demonic Baleful Energy, yet he still gripped the Inheritance Long Sword tightly. The Big Dipper pattern on the Sword Spine suddenly lit up, transforming into seven streams of light that entered his brow, forcibly stabilizing his collapsing soul. The streams of light exploded in his sea of consciousness, like seven stars illuminating the deep darkness.
In a daze, he seemed to hear an ancient Sword Hum coming from the sword, the remnant soul of the First Generation Sword Master guiding him. Meanwhile, the Demonic Baleful Energy wound on his left shoulder was spreading at a visible speed, and the venom seeping from the dark purple skin drew twisted Demonic Runes in the void, creating a fierce confrontation with the golden light of the sword formation.
The Demonic Runes writhed like living creatures, attempting to erode the foundation of the sword formation, while the Light Sword lightsaber continuously erupted with dazzling golden light, shredding the Demonic Runes inch by inch. The two sides engaged in a silent tug-of-war in the void. Each strike of the Light Sword left a golden sword mark in the void, as brilliant as Star River.
The Stardust surrounding the Sword Mound was swirled by the air currents, forming a blood-red Star River. Each Stardust reflected Ren Xiaoyao's pained yet resolute face, as if composing a tragic prelude to his journey. The Star River rose and fell with his breath, like a Hymn of Life.
The moment Ren Xiaoyao stepped into the Chaos Blessed Land, his consciousness felt as if it were being pierced by billions of steel needles: the Chaos Qi here was not Void, but rather carried the violent Principle of the Beginning of Heaven and Earth —the giant silhouette formed by the energy flow tore through dimensions with a wave of its hand, and the scattered mercury-like fluid constantly rewrote the spatial coordinates. Every time the giant silhouette waved its hand, it left deep claw marks in the void, as if it wanted to tear the entire world apart.
With each step he took, black lotuses bloomed beneath his feet, a sign of annihilation resulting from the Law Conflict. Meanwhile, the Demonic Baleful Energy wound on his left shoulder was carbonizing at a visible rate, and the venom seeping from his dark purple skin emitted a crisp sound like shattering porcelain when it came into contact with the Primordial Chaos Shield. The black lotuses bloomed and withered beneath his feet, like sparks of life.
The defensive Dao Patterns carved by the First Generation Sword Master appeared on the surface of the protective shield. At this moment, they twisted and writhed like living things, burning away the infiltrating Demonic Fiend Qi one by one, bursting out with fine golden sparks. The Dao Patterns wove into a golden net on the protective shield, firmly trapping the Demonic Fiend Qi. Sparks flew everywhere, like golden stars.
As the seventh drop of Chaos Crystal Rain struck the protective shield, the Dao-Protecting Mark on his chest suddenly burst forth with dazzling golden light. The crystal rain fell on the shield, making a crisp sound, like a series of beautiful musical notes.
That was the " Chaos Dao Patterns " drawn by the First Generation Sword Master with his heart's blood. Now it transformed into a small golden-scaled snake, which slithered along the meridians to the left shoulder. With a single inhale, it devoured all the Demonic Fiend Qi that had seeped in. The ferocious face of the Heavenly Demon then appeared on the snake's scales, but was instantly burned to ashes by the Dao Patterns. The small golden-scaled snake moved through the meridians like a golden lightning bolt, illuminating the darkness of the meridians.
As the small snake slithered, Ren Xiaoyao clearly felt a sharp pain, a mixture of ice and fire, coursing through his meridians. It was as if every inch of his flesh was being reshaped by Chaos Qi. Meanwhile, the golden light of the Dao-Protecting Mark grew stronger, projecting a phantom image of the First Generation Sword Master standing with his sword behind him. Every movement of the phantom was synchronized with his breathing, as if it were imparting the secrets of the Chaos Law. Each swing of the phantom's sword finger left a golden trail in the void, like a beautiful painting.
With each swing of the phantom's sword finger, golden Dao Marks were left in the void. These Dao Marks intertwined and gradually formed a complete Primordial Chaos Cultivation Chart. Although Ren Xiaoyao was in excruciating pain, he couldn't help but engrave these charts into his mind. The charts flickered in his mind like a bright lamp, guiding him in the right direction.
He could feel that as he delved deeper into the diagram, his meridians were being widened by the Chaos Qi, and the previously sluggish flow of True Qi was becoming smoother, as if preparing to welcome an even more powerful force. Under the cleansing influence of the Chaos Qi, his meridians became more resilient, like golden threads.
At the same time, the Chaos Current in front suddenly rotated counterclockwise, forming a funnel-shaped Energy Vortex. The Chaos Dao Seed suspended at the center of the vortex was pulsating at a speed visible to the naked eye—each time the Seven-Colored Rosy Clouds flickered, it imprinted the Creation Totems of the High Antiquity ancestors in the void: Pangu's Sky-Opening's Giant Axe Open Chaos, Nuwa's Sky-Mending's Five-Colored Stone flowing with divine light to mend the sky, Fuxi's Bagua Divination's River Diagram and Luo Script rotating endlessly, all flowing on the surface of the Dao Seed into a dynamic scroll.
The runes on the surface of the Dao Seed suddenly lit up, forming an ancient Chaos Script: "He who obtains me will control Primordial Chaos and determine the universe." The runes flickered on the surface of the Dao Seed, like dazzling stars, radiating a mysterious light.
The twelve miniature stars surrounding the Dao Seed were slowly rotating according to the trajectories of the nine stars of the Big Dipper and the three stars of the Southern Dipper. Each intersection created ripples of Daoist energy, causing a resonance to emanate from Ren Xiaoyao's dantian. The twelve miniature stars revolved around the Dao Seed like a beautiful dance, exuding a captivating charm.
He gazed at the Dao Seed and suddenly realized that the Creation Totems were not static, but constantly evolving—in the Primordial Chaos cleaved by Pangu Axe, his figure slaying demons and monsters faintly appeared; in the divine radiance of Nuwa's Five-Colored Stone, his determination to Protecting All Living Beings was reflected, as if the Dao Seed had long been connected to his Dao Heart in the the Unseen. The Creation Totems flowed on the surface of the Dao Seed, like a vivid epic, telling ancient legends.
Even more miraculously, the runes on the surface of the Dao Seed seemed to change according to his State of Mind. When the thought of Protecting All Living Beings arose in his heart, the runes would light up with a soft golden light, and when the will to slay demons and monsters ignited in his heart, the runes would burst out with sharp Sword Qi. The runes flickered with his State of Mind, like a mirror reflecting his inner thoughts.
The pulse of the Dao Seed grew stronger and stronger, each beat causing the entire Chaos Blessed Land to vibrate, as if calling out to its master, awaiting the moment of acceptance. The pulse of the Dao Seed was like the beating of a heart, full of life force, calling its master to come and accept it.
The moment the Dao Puppet took shape, the airflow of the entire Chaos Blessed Land surged back, forming a thousand-foot-tall Chaos Demon Statue behind it. The statue stood in the Chaos Blessed Land like a majestic mountain, radiating a powerful aura that made the entire space tremble.
The giant sword in its hand is not a physical object, but is forged from countless Space-time Fragments. The remnants of the sun, moon, and stars float on its blade, and with each swing, the roar of the Big Bang can be heard. When the giant sword is swung, the Space-time Fragments flicker on the blade, like a shattered painting, exuding Mysterious Power.
As soon as Ren Xiaoyao drew his Inheritance Long Sword, he felt a sudden weight on his wrist—the Spirit Artifact that had accompanied him for half his life was now trembling. The original runes on the sword lit up, forming a golden light barrier in front of him. The Inheritance Long Sword trembled in his hand like a startled wild horse, while the golden light barrier acted as a sturdy shield, protecting him from the attack.
The battle afterimages of past Sword Master appeared on the light screen, from the thunderous figure of the First Generation Sword Master when slaying demons and monsters to the steady sword intent of the second Sword Master when guarding the four directions, all of which were faintly visible in the radiance. The battle afterimages flickered on the light screen, like a historical scroll, showing the heroic deeds of the Sword Master of all generations.
These afterimages seemed to have a life of their own, practicing lost Sword Style on the light screen. Each sword light resonated with Ren Xiaoyao's meridians, allowing him to instantly comprehend several essential sword techniques. The afterimages' Sword Style flowed on the light screen like a beautiful melody, resonating with his meridians and enabling him to grasp the essence of swordsmanship.
He could even feel his sword intent constantly increasing with the practice of these afterimages, and each resonance deepened his understanding of the way of the sword. The sword intent rose continuously within him, like a burning flame, growing stronger and stronger, making his understanding of the way of the sword even more profound.
The Sword Master in those afterimages seemed to be communicating with him in this way, passing on their lifelong insights into the way of the sword, allowing him to make great progress in a short period of time. The Sword Master in the afterimages smiled on the light screen, as if imparting their lifelong insights into the way of the sword to him, enabling him to achieve a great breakthrough in a short time.
The moment the two swords clashed, the Law of Time suddenly became disordered: Ren Xiaoyao saw his childhood flash by in the sparks of the clashing blades, and then witnessed the apocalyptic scene under the rule of the Heavenly Demon being annihilated in the shockwave. The disorder of the Law of Time allowed his memories to travel between the past and the future, like a movie being played, allowing him to see his childhood and the apocalyptic scene of the future.
The three afterimages of the Dao Puppet attacked simultaneously, their giant swords slashing at his past, present, and future respectively. The blade aimed at his past severed his memories of his master under the peach blossom tree, sending peach petals falling like rain of blood. The blade aimed at his present severed his circulating meridians, causing his True Qi to gushed out like a fountain. The blade aimed at his future pierced through his illusion after attaining Dao, tearing his Daoist robes to shreds. The giant swords of the three afterimages were like sharp knives, cutting through his past, present, and future, making him feel the cruelty of time.
In the turbulent flow of time, he even saw himself, if he had not embarked on the path of the sword, perhaps he would now be just an ordinary person in the Mortal World, working in the fields with his wife and children. The shattering of this illusion caused him great pain, but it also strengthened his Dao Heart to Protecting All Living Beings. The turbulent flow of time allowed him to see another life of his, ordinary yet happy, and the shattering of the illusion further solidified his Dao Heart to Protecting All Living Beings.
He recalled his master's dying words and the innocent people harmed by the Heavenly Demon. A powerful will rose within him, dispelling the confusion brought about by the turbulent flow of time. His master's words and the images of the innocent people appeared in his mind like a guiding light, dispelling his confusion and strengthening his resolve.
His gaze became incredibly resolute, as if telling himself that no matter how great the difficulties, he must persevere, for those who needed his protection and for his own Dao Heart. His eyes shone with a firm light, like a bright star illuminating his path forward.
Ren Xiaoyao felt a sweet taste in his throat, and the blood he spat out condensed into a sword-shaped Blood Talisman in the air, forcibly stabilizing the chaotic spacetime. The blood danced in the air like a beautiful arc, condensing into a sword-shaped Blood Talisman, stabilizing the chaotic spacetime, and allowing him to regain himself.
His lifelong insights into the way of the sword emerged on the Blood Talisman, from the awkwardness of wielding the sword when he first entered the sect, to the decisiveness when slaying demons and monsters, and then to the Bei Min when Protecting All Living Beings, all flowing in the Blood Light. The insights into the way of the sword on the Blood Talisman are like a scroll of life, showing his growth process and giving him a deeper understanding of his own way of the sword.
During the fierce battle, he noticed that after each swing of the Dao Puppet, the face of the First Generation Sword Master would appear in the Chaos Vortex between the Dao Puppet's brows. The face of the First Generation Sword Master, appearing and disappearing in the Chaos Vortex between the Dao puppet's brows, was like a mysterious star, which aroused his doubt and curiosity.
"So that's how it is... This Dao Puppet is actually a trial formed from the remnant soul of the First Generation Sword Master!" A flash of understanding appeared in Ren Xiaoyao's eyes. He suddenly poured all his Essence Blood into the longsword, and at the same time bit his tongue to draw his Life-bound Sword Talisman on the blade. The realization made him understand the origin of the Dao Puppet instantly. So he poured all his Essence Blood into the longsword, drew his Life-bound Sword Talisman, and prepared to face the final challenge.
The moment the Essence Blood merged into the sword, the Inheritance Long Sword emitted a dragon-like Sword Hum. All the runes on the blade lit up, transforming into a Golden Giant Dragon coiling around it, its eyes flashing with a divine light capable of splitting the World Creation and earth. The Inheritance Long Sword emitted a dragon's roar, like a giant dragon awakening. The Golden Giant Dragon coiled around the sword, radiating a divine light capable of World Creation, shaking the entire Chaos Blessed Land.
The Golden Giant Dragon raised its head and roared, its roar shaking the surrounding Chaos Current, creating a massive golden vortex. The dragon's roar was like a thunderclap, reverberating through heaven and earth. The golden vortex spun within the Chaos Current, resembling a blooming Golden Lotus, beautiful and magnificent.
The dragon's body weaved through the vortex, each movement unleashing a sharp Sword Qi, as if demonstrating its power to the Dao Puppet and proving to Ren Xiaoyao that his choice was correct. The dragon moved through the vortex like a golden lightning bolt, its sharp Sword Qi showcasing its immense power to the Dao Puppet and proving to Ren Xiaoyao that his choice was right.
When the Chaos Sword Qi, imbued with the Three-Life, Three-Era Sword Intent, burst forth from the sword, the space around the blade peeled away layer by layer, revealing the most primordial Primordial Chaos color—the Sword Qi, like an arrow piercing through the clouds, not only pierced the vortex between the Dao Puppet's brows but also shattered the shackles binding the remnant soul of the First Generation Sword Master sealed within the vortex, finally releasing the sword intent that had slumbered for a thousand years. The Chaos Sword Qi, like an arrow piercing through the clouds, pierced the vortex between the Dao Puppet's brows, shattering the seal and releasing the sword intent that had slumbered for a thousand years, like a dormant seed finally breaking through the soil.
The remnant soul of the First Generation Sword Master transformed into a golden light within the Sword Qi, merging into Ren Xiaoyao's sea of consciousness. A sigh of relief echoed, "My path is not lonely; Primordial Chaos has a successor." The remnant soul of the First Generation Sword Master, transformed into golden light, merged into his sea of consciousness, emitting a sigh of relief, like a bright lamp illuminating his sea of consciousness, allowing him to feel the expectations of the First Generation Sword Master.
At this moment Dao Puppet's body shattered with a deafening roar, transforming into a shower of light that merged into the Primordial Chaos. Meanwhile, the Space-time Giant Sword in its hand disintegrated into countless Sword Strands, wrapping around Ren Xiaoyao's Inheritance Long Sword, causing the sword to instantly sprout billions of runes. The Dao Puppet's body shattered, transforming into a shower of light, like a shooting star streaking across the sky. The Space-time Giant Sword disintegrated into Sword Strands, wrapping around the Inheritance Long Sword, making the longsword even sharper and more powerful.
As the Sword Strands entwined, Ren Xiaoyao clearly felt the Space-time Laws flowing within the sword. He tried to swing the longsword and was able to slash through Time Fissures in the void, seeing fragments of the Past and Future flashing within them. This was the power to control spacetime. The Sword Strands shimmered on the longsword like stars in spacetime, allowing him to feel the flow of the Space-time Laws. He swung the longsword, slashing through Time Fissures, seeing fragments of the past and future, and feeling the power to control spacetime.
He tried to control these Time Fissures with his mind and discovered that he could retrieve some lost items from them and even see some historical truths, which gave him a deeper understanding of the power of time and space. His ability to control the Time Fissures with his mind, retrieve lost items, and see historical truths was like a key that opened the door to time and space, giving him a deeper understanding of the power of time and space.
He realized that mastering the power of time and space was equivalent to possessing the key to changing his destiny, which filled him with confidence for the battles to come. The power of time and space was like a key that unlocked the door to fate, giving him confidence that he could change his destiny and defeat the Heavenly Demon.
The moment the Chaos Dao Seed merged into his dantian, Ren Xiaoyao's bones crackled like popping beans. The cracking of his bones was like a beautiful melody, echoing within his body, announcing the merging of the Chaos Dao Seed and the earth-shattering changes that had taken place in his body.
Billions of Primordial Chaos rays, like a spider web, enveloped his internal organs, carving Dao Patterns on his stomach wall, condensing into a sword embryo on the surface of his heart, and even dyeing his pupils with seven colors. The Primordial Chaos rays, like a golden net, enveloped his internal organs, carved Dao Patterns on his body, and condensed into a sword embryo, making his body even more powerful and mysterious.
Within his sea of consciousness, the inherited memories of the First Generation Sword Master and the Creation Laws contained within the Dao Seed were locked in a fierce battle: on one side was the killing path of Myriad Swords Return to Origin, with Sword Qi crisscrossing and annihilating all illusions; on the other side was the Dao of Creation of World Creation and earth, with myriad rays of light Nurturing All Things. The two forces within his sea of consciousness were like mortal enemies, waging a fierce battle, with Sword Qi and radiant light intertwining within his sea of consciousness, like a beautiful yet dangerous painting.
The two forces collided in his Niwan Palace, unleashing countless bolts of lightning that cleaved his sea of consciousness into scorched earth. Yet, golden Dao Patterns sprouted anew from the scorched earth, growing vigorously like bamboo shoots after a spring rain. The lightning flashed in his sea of consciousness like sharp swords, cleaving it into scorched earth, while the golden Dao Patterns grew like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, making his sea of consciousness even more solid and powerful.
He could clearly feel the process of the two forces in his sea of consciousness going from confrontation to fusion. Each collision gave him a splitting headache, but it also made his soul stronger, as if he had undergone a transformative baptism. The collision of the two forces was like a double-edged sword. It gave him a splitting headache, but it also sublimated his soul, making it as brilliant and powerful as a polished diamond.
In this fierce collision, his sea of consciousness expanded continuously, accommodating more and more power. He felt as if his consciousness had transcended the limitations of the physical body, able to perceive every corner of the entire Chaos Blessed Land. The expansion of his sea of consciousness was like a blooming lotus flower, allowing his consciousness to transcend the limitations of the physical body and perceive every corner of the entire Chaos Blessed Land, like a pair of invisible eyes, seeing through everything.
He could even feel a mysterious connection established between himself and the Chaos Blessed Land, as if he were a part of this Primordial Chaos, able to mobilize its power at will. This connection made his every breath resonate with the Chaos Current, and the Dao seed in his dantian throbbed like a heart, infusing wisps of Chaos Qi into his limbs and bones, even making his hair shimmer with iridescent light.
As the Seven-Colored Divine Dragon within his dantian inhaled deeply, the airflow throughout the entire Chaos Blessed Land formed a massive tornado, surging wildly into his pores. The airflow roared in like a stampede of ten thousand horses, forming a swirling aura around his body, lifting him more than three feet off the ground. The complete diagram of the < Chaos Sword Scripture > gradually emerged on the Cocoon Shell of his body. From the first move of Pangu's Sky-Opening, " The Primordial Beginning," to the final move of Hongjun's Union with the Dao, " All Laws Return to One," all flowed ceaselessly in the form of Dao Patterns. These Dao Patterns moved like living beings, sometimes transforming into Giant Axe Open Chaos, sometimes into lotus flowers blooming with Daoist charm. Each Sword Style move on the Cocoon Shell embodied the mysteries of the birth of heaven and earth and the All Things Return to One.
Outside the Cocoon Shell, the Chaos Current transformed into countless sword shadows, swirling around him at high speed and emitting deafening Sword Hum, as if celebrating for him, or as if practicing the essence of the Chaos Sword Scripture.