Before the black aura emanating from the Six-Winged Earth Demon had completely dissipated, a chilling sound of bones cracking suddenly echoed in the void. The sound was like millions of icy needles shattering simultaneously in extreme cold, causing even space itself to tremble and ripple like a spiderweb. The purified Spirit Flower withered instantly, its delicate petals curling into grayish-black powder, transforming into wisps of Gray Mist that billowed back towards the sky like fireflies flying in reverse. From the torn Space Gaps, an impenetrable, Ink-Black Demonic Qi surged forth like a black tsunami, unleashing countless shrill Soul Shrieks. The sound was so sharp it could tear apart the souls of Mortals, mixed with the ancient roars of the Bottom of the Abyss and the venomous Curse of the dead, as if opening the gates of the Eighteen Levels of Hell, unleashing the eternal agony of those destined for eternal damnation. The Demonic Qi Vortex energy poured down upon the world. Ren Xiaoyao's heart trembled violently. A needle-like pain pierced the Chaos Dao Seed in his dantian. He looked up sharply and saw a pair of crimson eyes burning with Netherworld Karmic Fire slowly opening in the center of the demonic energy vortex. Deep within the pupils surged a greed powerful enough to Devouring Stars. With each glance, spiderweb-like cracks were drawn in the void. Wherever the gaze passed, the spatial structure peeled away inch by inch like shattered Glazed Ice, revealing a deep and boundless Dark Abyss behind it. The abyss's aura carried the Void and destruction of the Beginning of the Universe, causing the Principle of heaven and earth to twist. The clouds surged into inky vortexes, and the ancient cries of creatures echoed from the depths of the earth. Even the distant Spirit Vein resonated and hummed, as if the entire Tianyan Continent trembled under this oppressive force.
"You lowly ants, how dare you lay a finger on my prey..." A deep voice, like the wailing of ten thousand ghosts, echoed through the heavens and earth. Wherever the sound waves passed, the air suddenly condensed into Obsidian- like Ice Crystals crystals that fell in a flurry, melting upon contact with the ground and leaving behind scorched, corrosive marks. Demonic energy abruptly condensed into Humanoid Silhouette tens of thousands of feet tall, its body wrapped in twelve wings that blotted out the sky. Each wing membrane was engraved with twisted Ancient Demonic Script, and thick, asphalt-like Black Blood seeped from the gaps in the runes, turning into a bubbling, Demonic Swamp upon landing, corroding millions of years of granite into dust. Countless tormented, twisted Soul Shadows floated on the surface of the swamp, baring their fangs and claws, yet forever unable to escape this dark prison. Twelve-Winged Heavenly Demon's head was pieced together from countless broken skulls, each with a flickering, Ethereal Blue Ghost Fire in its eye sockets. With a casual clench of its hand, the scattered remnants of the Six-Winged Earth Demon's soul emitted a death shriek, forcibly drawn into its palm and transformed into wisps of black smoke that seeped into its wings. This made the Demonic Script runes even more ferocious, writhing and twisting on the wing membranes like living creatures, faintly forming Ancient Totems of "world destruction," radiating a terrifying aura of annihilation. With each breath of the Heavenly Demon, the Spiritual Qi of heaven and earth stagnated, the power of darkness constantly rising, the entire world seemingly shrouded in its shadow. Even the flow of time slowed under its pressure, the sunlight was completely blocked, and the earth fell into an eternal twilight.
" The Tianyan Dragon Vein... the nourishment we've coveted for ten thousand years, how can we allow your remnant soul to linger on!" The Heavenly Demon's voice carried a grating, metallic quality. Its twelve pairs of wings vibrated simultaneously, the resulting black shockwaves staining the entire sky in ink. Flickers of purplish-black lightning flashed intermittently within the dark clouds, like the fangs of a gaping abyss, tearing through the heavens to reveal the sinister demonic shadows behind them. It reached out to grab the core of the Dragon Vein, the purplish-black demonic threads shooting from its fingertips dancing wildly like venomous snakes. Wherever it passed, the newly healed dragon scales shattered again, and golden dragon blood was forcibly extracted, condensing in the air into a blood-red Demonic Whip. The whip swept across the continuous mountain range, instantly carving out a deep trench hundreds of miles long. Black Demonic Qi gushed from the trench like a tidal wave, pouring into the wounds of the Dragon Vein, making a corrosive "glug-glug" sound, as if counting down the death of this ancient continent. Each sound struck Ren Xiaoyao's heart. The Dragon Vein's painful groans echoed through the heavens and earth. It was the source of the continent's life being mercilessly eroded. The dragon's body trembled violently, and golden blood lines flowed along the mountain ridges, dyeing the earth a shocking crimson. Wherever the dragon's blood passed, vegetation withered instantly, rocks turned to dust, and the air was filled with a thick stench of blood and decay.
Ren Xiaoyao struggled to keep his body afloat, each breath accompanied by excruciating pain as if his meridians were being torn apart. His Chaos Dao Seed in his dantian was dim and lifeless, like a candle flickering in the wind, threatening to go out at any moment. He was almost completely exhausted, even the strength to lift his hand was nearly gone. But seeing the Dragon Vein suffer another calamity, dragon blood flowing like a crimson waterfall, staining half the sky red, he gritted his teeth, his mouth filled with the Fishy Sweet Blood Qi, and poured his last wisp of Soul Power into the jade box hanging at his waist. The Five Elements Spirit Pearls flew out, but they were no longer as brilliant as before—after the series of battles, their surfaces were covered with fine, spiderweb-like cracks; the azure light was as weak as a candle flickering in the wind, shining brightly in the sea breeze; the crimson light was as dim as an ember about to be extinguished, as if it would be completely annihilated at any moment; the yellow light was like faded Ancient Jade, devoid of its Thick Earth. The light was heavy and profound; the white light was no longer sharp, like dull iron covered in dust, unable to conceal its former brilliance; the black light was Mutual Generation and Restraint like stagnant water, no longer possessing the all-encompassing vastness of rivers flowing into the sea. However, when the five spirit pearls formed Light Wheel again, they faintly revealed the primordial rhythm of the Beginning of Chaos, the power of destruction and reconstruction derived from the extreme mutual generation and restraint of the five elements. The edges of the Light Wheel shimmered with fragments of Primordial Violet Qi, like the first ray of light that Open Chaos Pangu's Sky-Opening. Though weak, it contained the supreme opportunity for creation, shining with the light of hope in the darkness. Although this light was weak, it was the last hope of the Tianyan Continent. Even the cracks on the surface of the spirit pearls seeped out wisps of Spiritual Qi, as if making a final stand. Each crack emitted a faint hum, telling of the indomitable spirit of the Five Elements Laws.
" Primordial Chaos... Return Ruins!" Ren Xiaoyao uttered hoarsely, his voice tinged with blood, each word seemingly draining the last vestiges of his life force. His hands formed a hand seal drastically different from before, his knuckles turning white from the strain, even oozing tiny beads of blood—a horrifying sight against his pale skin. The Five Elements Light Wheel suddenly accelerated its rotation, the five colors of light—blue, red, yellow, white, and black—blending together to form a miniature Chaos Vortex at its center. Within the vortex, the light and shadow shifted unpredictably, sometimes resembling the Primordial Violet Qi of the Beginning of Heaven and Earth, permeated with the vastness and immensity of creation, as if one could witness Pangu's Sky-Opening and Earth-Splitting. The magnificent feat, amidst the Primordial Chaos, vaguely revealed the rudiments of mountains and rivers; at times, it resembled Void Annihilation of All Things Black Abyss nothingness, radiating a deathly silence and Void, like the end of the universe. The suction force it unleashed subtly resisted the demonic threads of the Heavenly Demon, causing the purplish-black threads to halt in mid-air, emitting unwilling hissing, like a venomous snake being strangled, struggling in despair. Ren Xiaoyao concentrated all his spirit, controlling this last bit of power, engaging in a life-or-death struggle with the Heavenly Demon. He could feel that each rotation of the Light Wheel was overdrawing his Life Origin, a sharp pain coming from the depths of his soul, and even blurry double images appeared before his eyes.
The Twelve-Winged Heavenly Demon let out a grotesque, eerie laugh that shook mountains to their core, reversed the flow of rivers, and distorted the surrounding space within a radius of Fang Yuan thousand miles. "A dying struggle! Even Pangu could not destroy our origins, let alone you, Mortals whose Dao has withered!" It flapped its twelve pairs of wings, unleashing a rain of demonic energy blades like an inverted Star River. Each blade was inscribed with Destruction Runes, its edges gleaming with a chilling green light. Upon touching the ground, they exploded into bottomless Black Hole, from which shrill, agonizing Black Hole extended their Soul Shadows, attempting to drag the living into an eternal abyss—the imprisoned dead calling for new sacrifices. Ren Xiaoyao struggled to control the Light Wheel, and the cracks in the Five Elements Spirit Pearls widened... As the azure pearl's spirit vines entwined the demonic blade, they rotted away inch by inch, the shimmering white flowers on the vines instantly withering into ash. The crimson pearl's Fire Rain extinguished instantly upon impact with the Demon Blade; the Mars that fell to the ground were corroded by the demonic energy, turning into black spots and releasing acrid poisonous smoke that filled the air. Even the final Chaos Vortex began to tremble violently, the primordial Primordial Violet Qi at its edge being continuously devoured by the demonic energy, gradually thinning, as if it would be completely swallowed by the boundless darkness at any moment, the light of hope flickering precariously in the darkness. At this moment, blood was spilling from Ren Xiaoyao's mouth and nose, his vision blurred from exhaustion, yet he still stared intently at the Heavenly Demon's movements, with only one thought in his mind: to protect Tianyan, never to retreat.
In an instant, the Five Elements Light Wheel erupted with light surpassing anything seen before, more intense than the sun and more dazzling than the stars. The five spiritual pearls shattered in the light, transforming into five streams of light—azure, crimson, yellow, white, and black—which, like five Divine Dragon, merged into Ren Xiaoyao's limbs and bones. Chaos Dao Patterns patterns appeared on his body, each Dao Patterns flowing with the vast aura of World Creation, as if recording the Mysteries of the Universe's Birth. Behind him, a pair of wings of light composed of the Five Phases Spiritual Qi slowly unfurled. The left wing was shrouded in azure light, like ten thousand trees vying for spring, full of vitality and brimming with life force; with each flap, the phantom of tender buds bloomed. The right wing blazed with crimson light, like Blazing Fire Burns the Heavens, intensely hot and containing destructive power; with each swing, Flame Runes erupted. Flame Runes erupted. He raised his hand, and what condensed at his fingertips was no longer a single Five Elements Power, but a dazzling Light Orb that fused the Chaos Origin, the Dragon Vein Essence, and the Five Elements Laws. Within the Light Orb of light, one could vaguely see the phantom of Pangu's Sky-Opening's Giant Axe axe that split the heavens and the afterimage of Nuwa's clay lump that created humanity. It was the ultimate power of creation and protection, radiating a pressure that made heaven and earth submit. Even the flow of time slowed down around the Light Orb, and all things seemed to stand still at this moment, awaiting the judgment of fate. Ren Xiaoyao felt an unprecedented power. This power did not originate from his physical body, but from the deep-seated obsession with protection in his soul. It made his figure gradually merge with the Dao rhythm between heaven and earth, surrounded by Chaos Current, like a newly born Creation Deity.
"This is... the Incarnation of Dao?" The Twelve-Winged Heavenly Demon revealed a look of astonishment for the first time. He could sense the power of Destruction and Rebirth contained within the Light Orb, enough to threaten his own origin, causing the Abyss Imprint deep within his soul to tremble uncontrollably—a fear born of instinct. But he did not retreat; instead, he roared to the sky, his voice unleashing a thousand layers of Demonic Waves that soared to the heavens. His twelve pairs of wings exploded, transforming into twelve jet-black pillars of light that pierced the earth. The space around the pillars collapsed inch by inch, forming twelve rapidly spinning Black Vortex, like twelve greedy maws, frantically sucking up the remaining demonic energy and negative energy of the Tianyan Continent. The demonic energy of the entire world boiled at this moment. The energy surged and coalesced into a colossal, sky-obscuring Demonic Clouds. From within this Demonic Clouds, grotesque faces occasionally surfaced, emitting desperate howls—the agonizing Remnant Souls of Living Beings devoured by the demonic energy. The Heavenly Demon's body expanded infinitely within the Demonic Clouds, its skull splitting open a gaping maw, swallowing the entire Demonic Clouds whole. This aura intensified its terror, causing even space itself to twist and crack under the strain, as if it would collapse at any moment. The Heavenly Demon's body was now assimilated with the abyssal energy; every inch of its flesh exuded the Destruction Laws. Even light distorted around it, and small Black Hole continuously formed in the surrounding space, instantly filling them with dense demonic energy.
"I feed on countless demonic energies and sacrifice the spirits Tianyan. Today, I will show you the true power of the abyss!" The Heavenly Demon's voice became incredibly grand, as if the entire world resonated with it. He unleashed a punch, his fist wreathed in twelve demonic flames, each representing a Destruction Laws —the flames contained merciless slaughter, endless greed, eternal despair, piercing cold, and Bone Erosion decay... Space crumbled inch by inch under the force of the punch, forming a Black Cracks extending to the sky. Within the rift, the scene of the abyss was faintly visible, with countless demons roaring within, stretching out their claws in an attempt to break free of their restraints. It was the very source of darkness calling for destruction. This punch contained the power to destroy everything, slamming fiercely towards Ren Xiaoyao. Wherever it passed, space shattered like glass, revealing the surging Dark Energy behind it, and even the flow of time showed obvious signs of stagnation.
Ren Xiaoyao took a deep breath, and the Five Elements Light Wings on his back trembled violently. With each flap, a rain of light fell, repairing the Space Rift around him—the power of life fighting against destruction. He concentrated all his power into his right fist and swung it forward fiercely. In an instant, the Light Orb collided with the demonic fist. Time and space lost their meaning at this moment. The entire Tianyan Continent seemed to be paused, everything stood still, and only the clash between light and demonic energy continued silently. At the point of clash between light and demonic energy, an energy more terrifying than Supernova Explosion erupted. Golden dragon Dragon Vein Spiritual Qi surged like a tsunami, carrying the holiness and solemnity of creation. The dragon-shaped phantom was in the light A roar erupted from the center; the black abyssal demonic energy howled like a raging dragon, filled with destructive madness and violence. Demonic shadows howled in the darkness, the two forces locked in a frenzied battle, forming a massive Energy Vortex that devoured the surrounding mountains and rivers. Distant cities were reduced to dust in the aftershocks of the energy, and countless lives were silently annihilated, leaving only the echoes of despair reverberating in the void—the lament of civilization's demise. The entire Tianyan Continent trembled in this clash, the scales of fate swaying precariously. The sky was torn in two, light and darkness, and spiderweb-like energy cracks appeared on the earth, bottomless and seemingly on the verge of complete collapse.
"Ugh--!" Ren Xiaoyao groaned, his meridians shattering inch by inch under the terrifying Energy Impact, emitting crisp cracking sounds. Blood seeped from his seven orifices, staining his white robes crimson, like red plum blossoms blooming in the snow, strikingly conspicuous in the darkness. Yet his eyes remained resolute, stubbornly withstanding the Heavenly Demon's attack. His mind flashed with the smiling faces of countless beings on the Tianyan Continent, the playful children, the serene elders—the meaning he protected with his life, the reason he would never give up. The Twelve-Winged Heavenly Demon was also suffering; it could sense the Light Orb... The Creative Power within, like a leech, constantly purified its own demonic origins. Each collision caused it to roar in agony, fine cracks appearing on its skull, and the Ethereal Blue Ghost Fire dimmed, as if about to be extinguished at any moment. For the first time, the ruler of darkness felt the threat of death. The clash of their energies formed a gigantic Tai Chi Symbol, within which light and darkness swirled wildly, neither able to completely devour the other. The Principle of heaven and earth were constantly being reconstructed and destroyed under this power, emitting a deafening hum.
Just as the two sides reached their stalemate, the Chaos Dao Seed within Ren Xiaoyao's dantian suddenly emitted a soft chime, like an ancient bell tolled after ten thousand years of slumber. Though the sound was faint, it pierced through the endless Primordial Chaos and darkness, bringing a glimmer of hope. The dim Dao Seed absorbed the Creative Power overflowing from the Light Orb, regaining its faint glow. The light was initially as weak as a firefly, then spread like wildfire, instantly repairing his broken meridians, filling him with renewed power, and infusing the Light Orb with an even more vast Chaos Dao Charm. The Light Orb shone even brighter, and the phantoms of Pangu Phantom and Nuwa within became clearer, as if they were about to emerge from the Light Orb and recreate the Creation Myth —the power of World Creation awakening. At this moment, Ancient Heavenly Dao Runes, each rune absorbing the Chaos Qi of heaven and earth, instantly elevating Ren Xiaoyao's aura to an unprecedented level. Chaos Current surrounded his body, and with each breath, he inhaled and exhaled the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, as if he had merged with the entire universe.
"Now!" Ren Xiaoyao's eyes flashed with a sharp light. Using the power of the revived Dao Seed, he forcefully pushed the Light Orb forward. The power, containing the Chaos Dao Charm, the origin of the Dragon Vein, and the Five Elements Laws, instantly shattered the demonic fist. Like a golden torrent, it pierced through the Heavenly Demon's body. Wherever it passed, demonic energy melted like snow meeting the sun, emitting a hissing sound of annihilation. The space was purified into the purest Spiritual Qi, exuding a freshness like grass after rain—proof of light's victory over darkness. The Twelve-Winged Heavenly Demon let out a deafening scream, a sound filled with pain, resentment, and fear—the first taste of despair the Abyss Sect Master had ever experienced, echoing throughout the entire Tianyan Continent. Its twelve pairs of wings shattered inch by inch, transforming into countless black feathers, each one... Feathers exploded in mid-air, forming small Demonic Qi Vortex, which quickly dissipated under the illumination of the Creative Power. The skull, composed of bones, exploded with a deafening roar, and countless streams of black energy surged from the wounds, only to be purified by the Creative Power and transformed into specks of spiritual light, dissipating like stars into the world. A faint fragrance filled the air, the holy aura of purified evil, symbolizing the victory of light. The massive body of the Heavenly Demon slowly collapsed, crashing onto the Dragon Vein, stirring up a cloud of dust. The dust contained pure Spiritual Qi, which fell to the earth, instantly reviving withered vegetation, sprouting verdant new buds, demonstrating the tenacity of life. After the dust settled, the earth was covered with a thick layer of Spirit Soil, radiating a rich vitality.
After an unknown amount of time, warm sunlight pierced through the clouds and fell upon his face, carrying the fragrance of grass and the nourishment of Spiritual Qi, as if awakening a slumbering hero. Ren Xiaoyao opened his eyes with difficulty, only to see the wounds on the dragon Dragon Vein healing at a visible speed. The golden dragon scales regained their warm luster, each scale flowing with Origin Spiritual Energy, like the most dazzling gemstones, refracting seven-colored light—the radiance of life itself. Spiritual Energy Vortex around the dragon's body, continuously supplying life and vitality to all parts of the continent; wherever it passed, dried-up Spirit Spring gushed forth again. The spring water tinkled melodiously, its crystal-clear depths reflecting the blue sky and white clouds. Withered spiritual herbs instantly blossomed, releasing colorful flowers that attracted long-absent butterflies to flutter about. Even snow-white Spiritual Beasts leaped through the forest, their joyful cries breaking the post-war silence, and the entire world was Vibrant Vitality. After this catastrophe, the Tianyan Continent was finally reborn. The air was filled with the sweet scent of new Spiritual Qi, and tender green shoots sprouted even from the cracks in the rocks. Some ancient Spirit Plant even mutated after the war, blooming with more magnificent flowers and emitting a rich fragrance.
He struggled to sit up, gazing at the sky. The demonic energy was gone, replaced by a Seven-Colored Rainbow Bridge spanning east and west, connecting the new life of the Tianyan Continent. The bridge shimmered with light, as if heaven and earth were celebrating this hard-won peace. Every ray of light spoke of life's resilience and hope, recording the fierce battle. Ren Xiaoyao revealed a weary yet relieved smile, gently stroking the scales of the Dragon Vein, feeling the heartbeat emanating from the continent, and whispered, " Tianyan... is finally safe." His voice was filled with a sense of relief and anticipation for the future. He didn't notice that the Chaos Dao Patterns left on his palm from overusing his power were resonating with the Dragon Vein with a faint light, each Dao Patterns absorbing the Dragon Vein's Origin Power.
He slowly stood up, gazing at the vast continent. On the land once Demonic Qi Erosion, new life was flourishing. Spirit birds circled in the air, their clear calls echoing, and rivers flowed clear and swiftly once more. In the distant villages, wisps of smoke rose from chimneys, carrying the sounds of laughter and joy—the happiness of surviving a calamity, and the appreciation of peace. Ren Xiaoyao took a deep breath, feeling the fresh Spiritual Qi in the air, his heart filled with hope.
However, he knew this victory was only temporary, and the threat of the abyss had not been completely eliminated. The ancient being lurking in the deepest part of the abyss, like the Sword of Damocles hanging over the Tianyan Continent, could descend again at any moment. He had to improve his strength as soon as possible, find more allies, and jointly deal with the impending ultimate crisis.
Ren Xiaoyao looked down at his hands, where the Chaos Dao Patterns on his palms were slowly flowing, emitting a faint light. He could feel that with the revival of the Chaos Dao Seed, his connection with heaven and earth had become closer, and his understanding of the Great Dao had become more profound. He knew that this was a long and arduous road, but he had no choice but to forge ahead.
He turned around, took one last look at the dragon Dragon Vein that was recovering its vitality, and then resolutely embarked on a new journey. His figure gradually disappeared into the sunlight, vanishing into the rolling mountains. What awaited him were even more severe challenges, more powerful enemies, and the ultimate battle that would determine the survival of the universe. The future of the Tianyan Continent was in his hands.