The thunderous roar of the Golden Sword Light light colliding with the wind blade was like the roar of an ancient behemoth. The sound waves tore through the clouds, dimming even the stars in the sky. The entire sky seemed to be stirred by an invisible giant hand, the Star Orbit twisted into eerie vortices, and the Milky Way cascaded down like a liquid waterfall of light. Stardust, carrying scorching tails, fell to earth like a meteor shower. The falling stardust was torn into dust in mid-air, turning into shimmering, eerie blue specks of light, weaving a doomsday picture between heaven and earth. The shattered Stardust fell to the earth, and wherever it touched, purple poisonous smoke rose. The streams it passed through instantly boiled and surged, and countless distorted human faces appeared in the rising steam.
The aftershocks, like a raging tsunami, surged wildly through the shattered mountains. Thousands of feet high peaks trembled under the impact of this force, spiderweb-like cracks appearing on their surfaces, like the cracked skin of a giant beast. Then, countless rocks fell like meteorites, smashing the ground into a dense network of giant craters. Dust obscured the sun, and the earth trembled for Fang Yuan. Dark red Earth Fire erupted from the cracks, mingling with the rising dust and dyeing the sky an eerie crimson-black, as if the End of the World had arrived. A muffled rumble came from the depths of the earth, as if an Ancient Demons was awakening from its slumber. The earth cracked at a visible speed, and vines writhing with rotting flesh emerged from the fissures, carbonizing all vegetation in their path.
Suddenly, the deep, dark eye behind the Wind Moon Demon erupted with blinding purple light. The light, like a sharp dagger, instantly tore apart the boundary between the Netherworld and the mortal realm. Within the purple halo, the faint wails of countless wronged souls and the sinister laughter of demons echoed. Space rippled under the erosion of the purple light, as if the barrier of reality was being gradually crumbled. Deep within the eye, a pair of enormous, vertical purple pupils slowly opened. Each blink was accompanied by the distortion and tearing of space, and demonic energy overflowing from them surged towards the mortal realm like a tidal wave. Wherever the demonic energy passed, insects melted away, birds fell and rotted, and even hard rocks were corroded into honeycomb-like holes.
Half a distorted demonic face broke free, its gaping maw revealing fangs the size of a house. Dripping saliva condensed into Ice Crystals in mid-air, crashing heavily to the ground and instantly creating a bottomless ice cave. A bone-chilling cold emanated from the cave, freezing the surrounding air into frost flowers, instantly covering and withering all vegetation within Fang Yuan dozens of miles. Even more terrifying, black vines began to grow along the edge of the ice cave, laden with rotten fruit, each fruit sealing a tormented, distorted human face. These faces sometimes roared ferociously, sometimes wept silently, the Black Blood seeping out and hatching into swarms of Bone Flies, their flapping wings as piercing as fingernails scraping metal.
Ren Xiaoyao's pupils contracted sharply, reflecting the terrifying scene in his eyes, and an unprecedented sense of crisis surged in his heart. He could clearly feel that this power was enough to destroy the entire Tianyan Continent, and the heavy responsibility of protecting this land now rested entirely on his shoulders. He took a deep breath, and the blood in his body began to boil, every cell clamoring for battle, as if responding to the firm belief in his heart. The Chaos Green Lotus in his dantian was slightly warm, as if it was also accumulating power for this Battle of Life and Death, and wisps of golden light traveled along his meridians, weaving a dense net of light at the wounds.
On the Chaos Greatsword in his hand, the long-dormant Golden Dragon Markings suddenly awakened, their dragon eyes blazing with lightning, as if containing the Thunder Force of the heavens. The runes on the sword flickered, and the entire sword exuded a majestic and powerful aura, as if responding to its master's call and preparing for the impending fierce battle. The dragon patterns began to move, spreading from the hilt to the tip, bursting with dazzling golden light wherever they passed. The Dragon Head at the hilt let out a deafening roar, the sound waves causing the surrounding air to hum. The roar startled the slumbering ancient beasts, and echoes came from the distant mountains, but abruptly stopped as they approached the battlefield, leaving only mournful cries.
He roared and swung his sword, unleashing a Golden Sword Qi carrying immense power. Wherever the Sword Qi passed, space itself distorted. The air was torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound, and rocks along its path were crushed into Sword Qi that scattered in the air. A golden vortex formed at the tip of the Sword Qi, distorting and swallowing the light in its path, as if trying to engulf everything in its terrifying power. Within the vortex, the phantom of Ancient Battlefield vaguely appeared, countless heroic spirits fighting and shouting, the blood mist overlapping with the demonic figures before him.
However, when the Sword Qi touched the hundred-meter-long Crescent Light Blade, the chilling Moonlight Essence surged in like a tide, instantly freezing the Sword Qi. Fine cracks appeared on the surface of the ice shard, spreading rapidly like a spider web, and then with a "crack," it exploded into countless shards of crystal, shimmering eerily in the sunlight. The shards drifted in the air like a strange snowfall, yet carried a bone-chilling cold. Each shard refracted distorted light and shadow, as if it were a microcosm of another terrifying world. The shards did not disappear after falling, but took root and grew on the ground, transforming into a forest of sharp Ice Crystals, reflecting the sinister shadows of countless demons.
At the same time, the Wind Moon Demon's fingers flew across the air as she chanted incantations. Twelve Wind Chains, carrying the mournful howls of vengeful spirits, pierced the sky. The chains burned with eerie blue flames, like Nether Ghost Fire, emanating a chilling aura. Each chain was entwined with the mangled remains of countless vengeful spirits, who struggled in agony within the flames, uttering desperate cries. Wherever the chains passed, the air was scorched black, and the ground was scalded into Bottomless Ravines, from which molten lava continuously surged. As the lava flowed, it formed ancient Demonic Runes, causing the ground to sink wherever it went, creating abysses belching black smoke.
Wherever it passed, the air was scorched and twisted into ripples, the earth cracked inch by inch, and biting cold winds spewed out from the fissures, as if demons from the Nine Nether Hell were howling. Black miasma continuously poured out of the fissures, instantly withering and rotting flowers, trees, and plants wherever it went, leaving the land barren. Even worse, the miasma condensed in the air into various terrifying shapes, sometimes transforming into ferocious demons, sometimes into huge beasts, rushing towards Ren Xiaoyao. When the demons got close, they split into countless tiny vengeful spirits, burrowing into his pores and gnawing at his flesh and blood through his meridians.
The Blood Lotus summoned by Ren Xiaoyao were instantly frozen into dark red Glazed Ice sculptures by the impact of this power. The petals, still frozen with lingering Blood Qi, trembled slightly in the cold wind, appearing exceptionally poignant. These Blood Lotus, once symbols of his power, now seemed so fragile under the enemy's attack. A pained face appeared in the stamen of each lotus, as if telling of their resentment. Suddenly, scalding blood oozed from the lotus roots, transforming into bloodthirsty Blood Leeches upon hitting the ground, frantically tearing apart everything around them.
"Die!" The shriek of the Wind Moon Demon was like a sharp blade, tearing through the thick clouds. Its voice was filled with evil and madness, as if the entire world would become its prey. With its shriek, dark clouds gathered in the sky, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and streaks of purple lightning ripped across the sky, illuminating its twisted and ferocious face. Where the lightning struck, sharp Purple Crystal grew, and within the crystals were petrified creatures, their expressions of terror remaining, appearing and disappearing in the lightning.
Purple Wind Blades shot from its fingertips, rapidly weaving through the air to form a massive Wind Net. The edges of the Wind Net crackled with eerie Purple Lightning; wherever it passed, space was torn apart like tattered brocade, revealing a pitch-black void from which the faint whispers of demons echoed. The Wind Net expanded continuously, completely enveloping Ren Xiaoyao, like a death net poised to devour him. The wind blades within the Wind Net spun incessantly, emitting piercing shrieks, like countless sharp blades cutting past his ears. As the Wind Net contracted, a gigantic demonic claw emerged from the depths of the void, its dripping venom corroding Ren Xiaoyao's protective Gang Qi.
Ren Xiaoyao's Blood Qi surged, and the Blood Dharma Image behind him swung a hundred-foot-long blood blade to meet the attack. However, the lunar power contained within the Wind Net was as piercing as frost, instantly suppressing the attack. Ice Crystals rapidly condensed on the surface of the blood blade, and fine cracks crawled across its body like spiders, emitting a teeth-grinding "crackling" sound. Under the impact of the lunar power, the dharma image began to become illusory, as if it would dissipate at any moment. A trace of pain appeared in the dharma image's eyes, and its movements as it swung the blood blade became sluggish, each swing seemingly exhausting all its strength. Golden Blood oozed from the dharma image's wounds, transforming into Golden Crow upon landing, only to burn to ashes the instant it came into contact with demonic energy.
Ren Xiaoyao was forced to retreat rapidly, his boots scraping violently against the ground, sparks Mars and long tracks left in his wake. Every step was arduous; the enemy's strength far exceeded his expectations, yet his eyes showed no sign of retreat. His clothes were stained crimson with blood, and his hair was disheveled, but he still gripped the Chaos Greatsword tightly, his gaze fixed firmly on the enemy ahead. With each step he took back, a Blood Lotus bloomed beneath his feet, only to be shredded to dust by the wind blades in the next instant.
Suddenly, the deep purple array patterns beneath his feet emitted an eerie light, and countless chains burst forth from the ground like greedy tentacles, instantly coiling around his ankles. Waves of excruciating pain surged from the chains, as if they were crushing his bones. The chains were covered in sharp barbs that pierced deep into his skin, and blood dripped down, forming crimson flowers on the ground. These blood flowers suddenly transformed into blood pythons, coiling around Ren Xiaoyao's legs, their fangs piercing his skin and injecting Black Venom.
At the same time, the Crescent Light Blade ripped through the sky, descending with earth-shattering force. Wherever it passed, the air was compressed, emitting a sharp whistling sound. Ren Xiaoyao could clearly feel the aura of death contained within the blade of light, as if being struck by it would mean instant annihilation. Wherever the blade of light touched, space began to distort and deform, forming small Black Hole that sucked everything around them into them. From within the Black Hole came the cries of infants, but as they approached the blade of light, they turned into piercing screams.
At the critical moment, the blood-red mark between Ren Xiaoyao's brows throbbed violently, and a Green Lotus Phantom, enveloped in Myriad Golden Lights, soared into the sky, colliding with the moon blade with a deafening roar. In an instant, it was as if a million blazing suns exploded in the heavens and earth. The powerful shockwave spread wildly outwards from the point of impact, blowing away all the clouds and mist within Fang Yuan miles, exposing the distorted and deformed space. Tiny cracks appeared intermittently in the space, as if it were about to collapse at any moment. The energy aftershocks of the collision formed a huge vortex in the void, drawing in the surrounding light, air, and even space itself. Ancient Brahma Sound echoed from the depths of the vortex, fiercely clashing with the roars of demons, causing Ren Xiaoyao to bleed from all seven orifices.
The deafening explosion caused Ren Xiaoyao's eardrums to bleed, and his Divine Sense felt as if it were being repeatedly struck by a heavy hammer. Waves of excruciating pain surged from the depths of his sea of consciousness, and blood gushed from the corner of his mouth. His vision Chaos Green Lotus was battling against the corrosive demonic energy, each collision causing his temples to throb.
At this moment, the surrounding space had been distorted by the power of the Wind Moon Demon into a massive wind cage. The cage's inner walls were swirling with eerie blue runes, and countless tiny wind blades rained down like a torrential downpour, carving Bottomless Ravines into the ground. Black Liquid seeped from these trenches, emitting a pungent stench. The entire cage resembled a giant execution ground, filled with death and despair. Countless chains hung from the top of the cage, each chain bearing a withered corpse, their empty eye sockets gleaming with an eerie green light. Suddenly, the corpses opened their eyes and chanted ancient Demonic Canon in unison. Their voices coalesced into tangible sound waves, causing Ren Xiaoyao's internal organs to shift.
The Wind Moon Demon hovered atop the cage, its body wreathed in purple Moonlight Essence. Behind it spread a pair of wings formed from wind blades, each reflecting Ren Xiaoyao's disheveled appearance. A cruel smile curled its lips, its voice filled with mockery. "Human cultivator, you think you can contend with me? Before me, you are nothing but an ant!" Its words were utterly contemptuous and disdainful, as if Ren Xiaoyao's resistance was futile. With a gentle flap of its wings, countless tiny wind blades shot towards Ren Xiaoyao, tracing eerie arcs in the air like deadly venomous snakes. Curse Runes flowed across the surface of the wind blades, branding Demonic Imprint upon Ren Xiaoyao's skin as they struck, relentlessly draining his life force.
Before the words were even finished, countless Purple Light Pillar light descended from the sky. Wherever these beams struck, the ground instantly caved in, forming deep pools with eerie blue flames surging at their bottoms, from which the wails of vengeful spirits echoed. These beams of light, like Heavenly Punishment, carried the power to destroy everything as they crashed down upon Ren Xiaoyao. The moment the beams touched the ground, they unleashed a powerful energy surge, reducing everything around them to ashes. Suddenly, a gigantic skull rose from the deep pools, its empty eye sockets emitting purple rays that shattered space wherever they passed.
Ren Xiaoyao wielded the Chaos Greatsword, desperately parrying. The dragon patterns on the blade dimmed with each impact, as if they might be extinguished at any moment. Each parry sent waves of excruciating pain through his arm, but he gritted his teeth and persevered. His arm was covered in wounds, blood dripping from the hilt, yet he gripped the greatsword tightly, refusing to loosen his grip even slightly. Whenever the blade collided with the pillar of light, a fragment of the dragon pattern would flake off, transforming into Golden Butterflies, only to turn into charred ash upon contact with the demonic energy.
Several stray beams of light struck his left shoulder, the chill spreading through his meridians as if countless ice needles were coursing through his veins, his blood almost freezing into dark red Ice Crystals. He felt as if half his body had lost all feeling; each breath felt like swallowing a handful of shards of ice, the pain unbearable. Yet his gaze remained resolute, his conviction unwavering. His left shoulder had turned a bluish-purple from the cold, fine frost patterns appearing on his skin, but he still endured the excruciating pain, preparing for the next attack. Black Liquid seeped from the frost patterns, corroding his muscles, but was forced back by the Green Lotus Power surging from his dantian.
Just as the Wind Moon Demon laughed wildly, believing victory was assured, the Chaos Green Lotus in Ren Xiaoyao's dantian suddenly emitted a clear and melodious sound, like celestial music, resounding throughout heaven and earth. The Lotus Phantom's Green Lotus Light burst forth from its surface, condensing in the air into a hundred-meter-tall Lotus Phantom. The lotus phantom emitted Dazzling Light, illuminating the entire battlefield and bringing a glimmer of hope. Each petal of the Lotus Phantom slowly rotated, emitting a soft light that dispelled darkness and evil wherever it touched. The Lotus Phantom's roots took hold in the void, blooming with Thousands of Golden Lotus Flames, burning away the surrounding demonic energy.
Each lotus petal was shrouded in golden Dao Patterns, radiating a sacred and warm aura. Wherever it touched, frozen meridians were revitalized, broken bones healed with a "crackling" sound, and the bleeding from wounds ceased. Ren Xiaoyao felt a powerful force surging within him, as if he had been reborn. His body began to glow, and golden rays seeped from his pores, repairing his damaged body. Wherever the golden light touched, emerald-like buds grew from wounds, healing rapidly, and even the corroded meridians were revitalized.
Ren Xiaoyao roared to the sky, his blood Blood Qi transforming into Crimson Dragon that soared into the heavens. Blood Runes condensed on his body into a massive vortex, at the center of which the phantom of Pangu's Sky-Opening and Earth-Splitting the World Creation could be faintly seen, emanating a colossal power capable of splitting the heavens and earth. His aura surged instantly, causing the entire world to tremble. The Crimson Dragon circled in the air, letting out a deafening roar. Flames raged around its body, dyeing the sky crimson. The roar was interspersed with the sounds of the Great Dao, and wherever it passed, the Broken Space began to repair itself, and the earth, polluted by demonic energy, began to sprout new green leaves.
"Today, I will utterly suppress you!" Ren Xiaoyao's roar shook the void, his voice filled with unwavering resolve and fury. His voice, like a resounding bell, echoed throughout heaven and earth, causing even the Wind Moon Demon demons to tremble. His hair stood on end under the impact of his aura, and his eyes flashed with a blazing light, as if he wanted to completely annihilate the enemy before him. His figure overlapped with the Pangu Phantom, and the Chaos Greatsword in his hand radiated boundless light, the dragon patterns on the sword transforming into True Dragon that danced around him.
He plunged the Chaos Greatsword into the center of the vortex. The light emanating from the sword merged with the crimson vortex, unleashing a crimson Sword Qi aura that pierced the heavens and earth. The Sword Qi contained the Chaos Power and the Principle of blood. Wherever it passed, space seemed to be smoothed by an invisible giant hand; shattered mountains healed, broken rocks pieced together with a muffled roar; frozen rivers began to thaw, ice blocks colliding with a crisp sound, the water rushing down as if celebrating victory. Where the crimson Sword Qi passed, golden vines sprouted, entwining the broken peaks and reshaping them; golden carp leaped from the rivers, dispelling the demonic energy within.
The Wind Moon Demon's expression changed drastically. Sensing the terrifying power contained within the Sword Qi, it hastily mobilized all its strength, condensing three layers of purple shields before it. Ancient Incantations flowed across the surface of the shields, each rune sealing the soul of an Ancient Ferocious Beast, emanating a powerful and malevolent aura. These shields seemed to be its last line of defense, bearing its hope and fear. The shields began to flicker, the runes emitting eerie light, and the phantom of the Ancient Ferocious Beast appeared on the surface of the shields, letting out a low roar. The beast's phantom spewed out Black Poisonous Mist, attempting to block the crimson Sword Qi, but it was instantly vaporized by the Sword Qi.
However, the crimson Sword Qi, like Giant Axe splitting the World Creation, shattered the three layers of shields inch by inch in a single exchange. The ferocious beast's soul sealed within the incantation let out a shrill scream, pulverized by the Sword Qi energy, and vanished into dust. The moment the shields shattered, the eyes of the Wind Moon Demon were filled with fear and despair. Its body began to tremble, and the wind blades on its wings dimmed. It finally realized just how powerful an enemy it was facing. Its wings began to shatter into pieces, turning into black feathers, each feather becoming a small flying blade, only to be pulverized upon approaching the Sword Qi.
"Impossible! How could you possibly possess such power!" the Wind Moon Demon cried out in terror, its eyes filled with fear. It tried to escape, but found that the surrounding space was completely sealed off by the crimson vortex. No matter how it struggled, it could not break through this barrier. It frantically flapped its wings, trying to break through the blockade, but each attempt was repelled by the power of the crimson vortex. Cracks began to appear on its body, and blood gushed out continuously. Its blood dripped to the ground and bloomed into Black Datura flowers. Tentacles extended from the flowers, trying to entangle Ren Xiaoyao, but they were turned to ashes by the Green Lotus Fire.
The crimson Sword Qi struck its body with a deafening roar, the immense impact slamming it into the ground and carving a deep ravine spanning a thousand miles. The earth around the ravine trembled violently, as if the End of the World had arrived; countless mountains collapsed, dust billowed, and the sky was obscured. The entire Tianyan Continent trembled in the aftershocks of this battle. Rumbles and explosions continued to echo from the ravine, smoke filled the air, obscuring the figure of the Wind Moon Demon, but its power could be felt to be constantly weakening.