Deep within the ravine, the mangled body of the Wind Moon Demon was being relentlessly shredded by crimson Sword Qi. Its dark purple scales shattered inch by inch under the Sword Qi, like Glazed Ice being scorched by a thousand layers of Karmic Fire, each crack oozing putrid Black Blood. The blood dripped onto the scorched earth, creating wisps of purple Purple Smoke that transformed the Fang Yuan ten-foot radius into a poisonous Purgatory. From within the Purple Smoke came the sobbing of an infant, which instantly transformed into a piercing shriek. Invisible miasma condensed in the air into grotesque ghost faces, frantically clawing at everything around them. These ghost faces' claws scraped across the rocks, leaving deep, bone-revealing claw marks, leaving nothing but barren land, even the dust in the air was corroded into powder. Even more terrifying, the scratched rocks began to ooze black pus, hissing and sizzling, and countless twisted human faces appeared on the ground, their mouths gaping open, emitting silent roars, thick black tears constantly overflowing from their eyes, as if accusing the demon of endless resentment.
Its demonic energy dissipated, condensing into tiny, dark particles that floated in the air, refracting an eerie, ghostly light under the sunlight. These particles collided with each other, emitting a faint buzzing sound, like countless vengeful spirits whispering in its ear. The three pairs of once-proud purple wings on its back were now like broken leaves, falling in the aftershocks of the Sword Qi, each feather covered with spiderweb-like cracks. The tattered feathers drifted in the wind, and the rocks in their path began to crack, oozing a foul-smelling sap. The sap sizzled upon contact with the ground. The corrosion created bottomless holes from which thorny vines emerged, tearing at everything around them. The vines were covered in fleshy, wart-like protrusions; each one burst open, releasing swarms of Bone Flies that emitted a sickening buzzing sound. With each flap of their Bone Flies, a fine black powder filled the air, instantly turning flowers, trees, and plants to ashes, even corroding hard stone walls into honeycomb-like holes. From the depths of those holes came faint whimpers, as if countless trapped souls were struggling in the darkness.
"No! I will not die!" it screamed in despair, its sonic attack sending rocks tumbling down from mountains within Fang Yuan hundred miles. Distant Snow Peaks- capped peaks collapsed with a deafening roar, the avalanche burying forests in its wake; ancient city walls crumbled to dust in the sonic waves, bricks raining down on the ground. Mountains crumbled, the deafening roar and its scream weaving a symphony of despair. The air was thick with the acrid smell of sulfur, the earth trembled violently, and cracks appeared... Scalding lava continuously surged forth, turning everything to ashes. Twisted human faces floated on the surface of the lava, their mouths agape, emitting silent screams, only to be swept back into the inferno the next second. These faces struggled and deformed in the lava, sometimes transforming into ferocious demons, sometimes reverting to the appearance of innocent children, their piercing screams piercing the heavens and earth, causing the sky to change color. Dark clouds churned in the sky, lightning danced wildly, as if they too were enraged by this brutal battle.
Suddenly, it spat out a mouthful of purplish-black Essence Blood, Essence Blood exploded in the air, transforming into hundreds of swirling, eerie blue runes. Countless Demon Eye appeared on the surface of these runes, each dripping with blood tears. Wherever they passed, space distorted with a sickeningly grotesque sound. The entire sky seemed to be kneaded by an invisible giant hand; stars shifted, and the Milky Way twisted into a grotesque vortex. From within the vortex came sinister laughter, and countless pitch-black tentacles reached out from the void, frantically clawing at the surrounding space. The clouds touched by these tentacles instantly turned into poisonous mist, and the ground cracked open with spiderweb-like fissures, from which came the roars of ancient behemoths. The surfaces of the tentacles were covered with tiny suction cups, each clinging to a distorted, pained human face. These faces screamed shrilly with the movement of the tentacles, as if telling the world of their imprisonment. In the pupils of these faces, a faint eerie green light flickered—a sign of Demonic Transformation and a symbol of endless suffering.
Ren Xiaoyao's pupils constricted, and the Chaos Green Lotus trembled violently in his sea of consciousness, emitting a blinding light. The Green Lotus Phantom in his dantian frantically absorbed and expelled Spiritual Qi, each pulse accompanied by excruciating pain, as if it would tear his meridians apart. He immediately swung the Chaos Greatsword, and a golden light carrying the Stellar Power ripped through the sky. The ancient patterns on the sword shimmered with brilliant light, as if the power of the entire Star River was concentrated within it. Wherever the sword's edge pointed, space automatically cracked open into a golden passage. Dragon roars echoed from within the passage, and golden light illuminated the entire battlefield. The light dispelled the surrounding darkness. But wherever it touched, it revealed countless vengeful spirits hidden in the void. They let out mournful screams in the golden light and turned into ashes. These ashes did not dissipate but instead coalesced in the air into enormous human faces. They glared angrily at Ren Xiaoyao, roaring at him, trying to stop his attack. The faces formed from the ashes constantly changed, sometimes transforming into bloodthirsty demons, and sometimes into familiar faces, trying to bewitch Ren Xiaoyao with emotions, but his eyes remained firm and unmoved.
However, the Wind Moon Escape Technique lived up to its High Antiquity secret. From the vortex of runes, countless pitch-black tentacles suddenly emerged. Each tentacle was entwined with the wails of vengeful spirits, and the outlines of human faces could be vaguely seen twisting and struggling beneath the skin. The moment the golden light touched the demon, the tentacles, like living beings, wrapped around its body, dragging it into the void. Only a voice filled with resentment echoed between heaven and earth, " Ren Xiaoyao, this grudge must be avenged, or I'm not a demon! When I recover, I will make you wish you were dead!" The voice was filled with madness and hatred, as if it wanted to drag the entire world into the abyss. This roar shook the space, causing ripples to spread. Distant mountains began to slowly tilt, as if pushed down by an invisible force. Even more terrifying, with this roar, countless black lightning bolts appeared in the sky. Where they struck, the ground was instantly leveled, forming huge craters. Black smoke continuously rose from the craters, and from the smoke came eerie laughter, as if mocking everything in the world.
Before the words were even finished, the Space Cracks healed like a receding tide, leaving only a Demonic Qi Vortex of demonic energy reeking of decay. From the center of the vortex came a sound like an infant's cry, which instantly transformed into a sinister laugh, as if foreshadowing that the battle was far from over. Wherever the demonic energy touched, grass instantly carbonized, insects turned to ash, and even the air itself began to distort and deform. A nauseating stench filled the air, and black bubbles continuously rose from the ground, making gurgling sounds. When these bubbles burst, the released poisonous gas formed bizarre Totems on the ground, like Curse Imprint left by demons. The patterns within the Totems constantly shifted, sometimes transforming into snarling demons, sometimes into twisted skulls, radiating a chilling aura. Around the Totems, Faint Black Mist swirled, with flashes of red light appearing intermittently within it, like the eyes of demons, watching everything from the shadows.
Watching the demon flee, Ren Xiaoyao did not pursue it. The fierce battle had left his Daoist robe stained with blood, torn in many places, fluttering in the wind. The illusory image of the Chaos Green Lotus had become as transparent as gauze, as if it might dissipate at any moment, and his spiritual power was almost completely gone. A tearing pain throbbed through his meridians; each Spiritual Qi he circulated felt like countless steel needles piercing his veins. His face was covered in exhaustion and wounds, but his eyes remained resolute, fixed on the direction where the demon had disappeared. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and each breath was accompanied by a sharp pain, but he still forced himself to circulate his cultivation Cultivation Method, trying to stabilize his collapsing spiritual power. His hair was disheveled from the battle, with a few strands of white hair quietly growing, as if telling the story of the battle's brutality. His nails dug deeply into his palms, blood dripping from between his fingers, but he was oblivious, his heart filled only with vigilance against the demon and his unwavering belief in protecting this world.
He sat cross-legged on the ravaged earth, his fingertips tracing the cracked soil, drawing upon the remaining Spiritual Qi of heaven and earth to repair his meridians. In the distance, the river, polluted by demonic energy, still boiled, bubbling eerily. Dead fish floated on the surface, their white bellies upturned, emitting a nauseating stench, as if recounting the carnage of the battle that had just taken place. The trees on both banks twisted into grotesque shapes, countless tormented faces appearing on their bark. These faces continued to contort and deform, emitting piercing screams that sent chills down one's spine. Even more terrifying, the tree roots began to writhe, bursting forth from the earth like giant tentacles, stretching wildly towards the sky. These roots were covered in sharp thorns, each adorned with a desiccated corpse, swaying in the wind and emitting chilling sounds. And from the depths of the river, a low roar faintly echoed, as if an even more powerful evil force slumbered, awaiting its moment of awakening.
Time flowed by, and three months passed in the blink of an eye. On this day, the Spiritual Qi deep within the Tianyan Mountain Range suddenly became violently chaotic. The once calm clouds and mist abruptly surged, like boiling water, with lightning flashing and thunder roaring across the sky. Purple lightning ripped through the heavens, illuminating the entire mountain range. Where the lightning struck, sharp Purple Crystal emerged from the ground, each containing a petrified bird, frozen in a terrified, flapping posture. Strange runes flowed across the surface of the Purple Crystal crystals, emanating a chilling aura, as if guarding some evil force. These Purple Crystal arranged in a bizarre pattern, forming a massive Magic Array that continuously absorbed the Spiritual Qi of heaven and earth. A low chanting sound emanated from within the Magic Array, as if countless souls were praying for the impending calamity. As the chanting continued, the air around the Magic Array began to distort, and countless tiny cracks appeared in space, as if some terrifying entity was about to break free.
Ren Xiaoyao, who was in seclusion, suddenly opened his eyes. He saw a blood-red rift open in the sky. Eerie roars echoed from the rift, as if countless evil spirits were struggling within. Black Slime seeped from the edges of the rift, and the air it touched sizzled and corroded. The Wind Moon Demon, accompanied by a Purple Mist full of purple Purple Mist, broke through the barrier. The purple mist contained tiny wind blades that emitted a piercing whistling sound. Wherever the Purple Mist passed, space twisted and deformed, and huge Black Hole appeared on the ground, swallowing everything around them. Eerie laughter came from the depths of the Black Hole, as if mocking the insignificance of all things in the world. The space around the Black Hole continued to collapse, forming huge vortexes that sucked up all the surrounding rocks and trees. And within the Purple Mist, countless Demon's Phantom faintly appeared. They bared their fangs and claws, and let out strange cries, cheering for the return of the Wind Moon Demon.
Its demonic aura surged, and three pairs of enormous Wind Blade Wings materialized on its back, their surfaces swirling with eerie runes. Each flap left black afterimages in the void, within which grotesque ghost faces vaguely emerged. These ghost faces would suddenly open their eyes, shooting out eerie green beams that melted bottomless holes into the ground. Black smoke continuously billowed from these holes, accompanied by sinister laughter that seemed to mock Ren Xiaoyao's insignificance. The smoke condensed into a gigantic Demon Hand, reaching towards the sky, instantly turning the clouds it touched black. The fingers of the Demon Hand were covered in sharp spikes, each burning with Black Flames, incinerating everything in its path. The Demon Hand swung through the air, creating whirlwinds filled with countless sharp fragments of rock, leaving devastation in its wake.
" Ren Xiaoyao, prepare to die!" The demon's voice was filled with madness and killing intent. Accompanied by a shrill shriek, the Wind Blade Wings behind it suddenly disintegrated, transforming into billions of tiny Purple Wind Blades that swarmed towards Ren Xiaoyao like locusts. Wherever these wind blades passed, space shattered inch by inch, revealing the pitch-black void behind them. The face of a demon could be faintly seen within, its gaping maw emitting bursts of maniacal laughter, as if mocking Ren Xiaoyao's insignificance. The wind blades shimmered with eerie light, cutting everything in their path to pieces, even tearing the air apart. The severed air formed countless small tornadoes, raging across the land. These small tornadoes collided with each other, creating even larger storms. Wherever they went, houses collapsed, trees were uprooted, and the entire world seemed to have fallen into an apocalyptic scene. At the center of the storm, a huge black figure could be faintly seen—the true form of the Wind Moon Demon, radiating a suffocating pressure.
Ren Xiaoyao remained calm, golden light surging around him, and the phantom of the Chaos Thousands of Golden Lotus Flames Chaos Green Lotus slowly bloomed behind him. Each petal flowed with ancient Dao Patterns, radiating a sacred and warm light. The lotus roots took hold in the void, bursting forth with countless golden lotus flames, burning away the surrounding demonic energy. Wherever the lotus flames touched, cracks in space began to heal automatically, and polluted Spiritual Qi became pure. The lotus flames formed a massive Lotus Barrier in the air, enveloping Ren Xiaoyao and radiating powerful defensive strength. The lotus flames collided with the wind blades, producing a series of explosions, with golden Mars and purple fragments flying everywhere. These Mars and fragments collided in the air, forming countless dazzling fireworks, but each fireworks bloomed with a shrill scream, as if the soul of a demon was struggling in agony. On the surface of the Lotus Barrier, black claw marks constantly appeared, but they were instantly repaired by golden light, demonstrating powerful defensive capabilities.
He gently swung the Chaos Greatsword, and Golden Sword Light imbued with the Chaos Power roared forth. The sword light seemed to contain the power to World Creation; wherever it touched, space began to automatically repair itself, and the shattered void mended itself. Those seemingly invincible Purple Wind Blades, before the Golden Sword Light, melted instantly like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun, transforming into specks of starlight that dissipated into the air. Each starlight emitted a clear cry as it vanished, as if cheering for the power of justice. Where the sword light passed, countless golden runes appeared in the space, flashing with Dazzling Light and dispelling the surrounding darkness. The runes formed an ancient array, hovering in the air and slowly rotating, radiating an oppressive aura that suppressed all things. The runes within the array flashed continuously, emitting Dazzling Light that illuminated the entire sky, as if proclaiming the victory of justice. And at the end of the sword light, a golden dragon faintly emerged, roaring to the heavens, its voice shaking the nine heavens, cheering on Ren Xiaoyao's attack.
Upon seeing this, the Wind Moon Demon's eyes flashed with fear, but it did not retreat. With a roar, it channeled all its demonic energy into its Wind Blade Wings, and with a simultaneous flap of all three pairs of wings, it unleashed a black storm that blotted out the sky. The storm was accompanied by the agonizing screams of countless wronged souls, their cries so mournful they seemed to steal away one's very soul. Wherever it went, mountains were leveled, and hard rocks were torn apart like paper. Vast chasms were ripped into the earth, from which black magma continuously gushed forth. Within the magma, distorted human faces could be vaguely seen struggling in agony. Suddenly, these faces emerged... An arm, attempting to grab a passing bird. The storm was also filled with countless black feathers, which corroded everything in their path into black powder. This black powder drifted with the wind, causing plants to wither rapidly and the land to become barren. This black powder was also corrosive; any metal it touched was instantly reduced to Scrap Iron, and even stones became brittle, crumbling at the slightest touch. At the center of the storm, the figure of the Wind Moon Demon flickered in and out of sight, roaring madly and continuously injecting demonic energy, attempting to amplify the storm's power.
Ren Xiaoyao formed hand seals and chanted, " Chaos Green Lotus, Demon-Bane!" The Green Lotus Light brightly, and a golden pillar of light shot into the sky from its center, piercing the heavens. Wherever the pillar passed, the storm was instantly dispersed, and the wailing souls, filled with despair, turned to ashes. The pillar of light illuminated the entire sky, dispelling all darkness, and a magnificent rainbow appeared in the sky. The rainbow's edges swirled with Seven-Colored Rosy Clouds, and wherever it touched, withered vegetation began to sprout new buds. The pillar of light formed a... A massive Golden Barrier Golden Barrier, radiating immense power, blocked the black storm. Ancient Divine Beast beasts appeared on its surface, roaring in unison, their sonic booms causing the demonic wind blades to fall. These Divine Beast, each with its own unique form—dragons, phoenixes, and Qilin —writhed with boundless majesty, as if proclaiming the inviolability of justice to the demons. Around the Golden Barrier, golden light continuously swirled, forming a massive Guardian Formation that firmly shielded Ren Xiaoyao within.
Immediately afterward, Ren Xiaoyao took a step forward, transforming into a streak of light and appearing before the Wind Moon Demon in the blink of an eye. Bathed in golden light, his figure resembled God Descending to earth. Golden Dragon Markings Golden Dragon Markings patterns swirled around him, each Dao Patterns exuding World Creation pressure. These patterns danced across his body, radiating Dazzling Light, as if telling ancient legends. Wherever the dragon patterns passed, golden ripples spread through the space, purifying the surrounding demonic energy into pure Spiritual Qi. These golden ripples continued to expand, restoring fertility to the land polluted by demonic energy, and revitalizing withered plants, as if the entire world had been reborn under this light. And on Ren Xiaoyao's body, the golden light grew ever brighter, as if a sun had risen within him, illuminating all the surrounding darkness.
Before the Wind Moon Demon could even react, Ren Xiaoyao's Chaos Greatsword had already slashed down like lightning. The golden dragon lurking on the sword let out a deafening roar, its body coiling around the blade as it slashed out along with the Sword Qi. Wherever the Sword Qi struck, space collapsed inch by inch, emitting bursts of booming sounds. With a "crack," the space within Fang Yuan miles began to shatter, revealing the scene of the Beginning of Chaos behind it. The Sword Qi formed a huge golden vortex in the air, engulfing everything around it and emitting a powerful suction force. Ancient Daoist sounds emanated from the center of the vortex, as if announcing the demon's doom. This sound was as resounding as a great bell, echoing throughout the heavens and earth, each syllable containing Infinite Power, as if the most ancient Principle of the world was condemning the demon's crimes. Around the golden vortex, golden light flashed continuously, forming a huge Slaughter Formation that firmly trapped the Wind Moon Demon.
"No—" The Wind Moon Demon let out a desperate scream. Its powerfully gathered demonic energy shield was torn apart like paper by the sword. The Chaos Greatsword easily pierced its defenses, splitting its body in two. The powerful aftershocks of the Sword Qi were like a raging storm, completely shredding its remaining Primordial Spirit. Before dissipating, the Primordial Spirit let out mournful cries, echoing between heaven and earth for a long time. The shattered Primordial Spirit turned into Black Rain, leaving the land barren wherever it fell. The Black Rain exploded upon contact with the ground, forming black craters from which black smoke continuously poured out, as if telling of the demon's resentment. This black smoke condensed into the Demon's Phantom, uttering a final Curse, but then vanished in a golden light. Before disappearing, the Demon's Phantom revealed an expression of fear and despair. It finally realized how futile its resistance was before the power of justice. And at the moment the demon vanished, a loud bang came from the sky, as if some heavy shackles had been broken, and the whole world trembled.
With a deafening roar, the Wind Moon Demon vanished completely. The sky, once shrouded in demonic energy, gradually cleared, and warm sunlight once again bathed the earth. The destroyed vegetation began to sprout new buds, and flowers swayed gently in the breeze, as if telling of the joy of rebirth. Birds flew merrily in the sky, chirping merrily, and the rivers regained their clarity. Fish swam freely in the water, and the ripples on the surface reflected the azure sky. A fresh scent filled the air, and the earth was once again bursting with Vibrant Vitality. The distant mountains were once again draped in green, and the long-lost Spiritual Beasts reappeared in the forests, letting out joyful cries.