Ren Xiaoyao gazed at the Tianyan Mountain Range, now restored to peace, his fingertips lightly tracing the crisscrossing sword marks on the Chaos Greatsword. The congealed Essence Blood within the sword's grooves tinged with a dark purple, like a lurking venomous snake suddenly awakened by the touch of dawn, rising in wisps of purple Purple Mist. The mist twisted and coalesced in the air, transforming into grotesque, blue-faced demonic faces, blood and tears flowing from their empty eye sockets. Infant cries burst forth from their decaying throats, seemingly accusing them of their unwillingness to be forever Netherworld. The cries transformed into sound waves, causing fine cracks to appear on the surfaces of rocks wherever they passed, as if even heaven and earth trembled at this mournful accusation.
The cries pierced his eardrums like a tangible force, causing veins to bulge at Ren Xiaoyao's temples. He forced himself to sheath his blood-stained sword, enduring the tremor in his soul. The Chaos Green Lotus within his body swayed in his sea of consciousness, like a lone boat in a storm, its dim halo flickering. But as the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi revived, wisps of life force began to flow along his meridians, like a trickle of water flowing anew across a dried-up riverbed. Each pulse caused ripples to spread across the Green Lotus Phantom. As these faint wisps of life force traveled through his meridians, they collided with the remaining demonic energy, causing waves of excruciating pain within his body, as if countless steel needles were piercing his bone marrow.
In the distance, amidst the mountains, trees corrupted by demonic energy sprouted new buds, their verdant leaves tinged with a sickly pallor. Yet, the wailing sounds emanating from the depths of the earth tightened his heart—the sound like the lamentations of countless vengeful spirits, or the dying groan of a dragon. The wailing intertwined with the tremors of the earth, each tremor like a hammer blow to the heart, causing ripples to spread across the Green Lotus Phantom in his dantian, as if it might vanish at any moment. The Wind Dragon Vein, devoured by the Wind Moon Demon, continued its mournful cry; only by finding the legendary Wind Dao Seed could this rift in the heavens and earth be mended. The tremors from the depths of the mountains grew stronger, occasionally punctuated by the booming sounds of metal and stone breaking, as if the very foundation of the entire Tianyan Continent was crumbling.
Ren Xiaoyao closed his eyes, feeling the tremors emanating from the depths of the earth—a sign that the Dragon Vein were about to dry up. Each tremor felt like a drumbeat in his heart, causing a dull ache in his internal organs, and even his breath carried a metallic, metallic sweetness. He knew that time was running out for the Tianyan Continent. His nostrils were filled with a thick stench of blood, not only from his wounds but also from this world polluted by demonic energy, where even the dust suspended in the air had an eerie dark red hue.
Three days later, Ren Xiaoyao stepped into the Wind Blessed Land. This place was once a fairyland shrouded in Spiritual Qi, with emerald-colored Wind Spirit Vortex floating year-round, countless streams of light intertwining within them, like brocade left behind by the gods. But now, the Wind Spirit Spring Eye in the center of the Blessed Land was churning with dark vortexes, and the once docile wind spirits had transformed into ferocious beasts with bared fangs, baring their claws in the air. The pupils of these mutated wind spirits burned with Nether-Green Ghost Fire, and with each swing of their claws, they left black afterimages in the void, like wounds tearing through reality.
The mutated wind spirits were shrouded in black miasma, each roar unleashing a putrid, poisonous mist that hissed and corroded everything in its path. Wherever the mist passed, flowers and plants instantly turned to ash, the bark of trees began to peel away, revealing the rotting wood beneath. Countless distorted human faces appeared on the tree trunks, their mouths agape but unable to utter a sound. The features of these faces writhed and deformed, like souls trapped within the tree trunks struggling in vain. Occasionally, Black Slime would seep out, dripping onto the ground and corroding deep pits.
The Basalt surrounding the spring was covered with Twisted Runes, each oozing a bead of scarlet blood, like Curse eyes staring intently at the intruder. The Wind Spirit Crystal had solidified on the ground shone with an eerie gray-green hue, occasionally emitting a crisp sound like shattering glass, disintegrating into tiny wisps of poisonous mist. Wherever the poisonous mist reached, even hard rocks began to melt, hissing and rising in wisps of white smoke. The surfaces of those melting rocks were riddled with countless tiny holes, each emanating a faint, sobbing sound.
Even more terrifying, from the melting rocks, the faces of agonizing, twisted figures faintly emerged. Their mouths were wide open, yet they uttered no sound; only black tears of blood flowed continuously, converging on the ground to form a winding river of blood that slowly crawled towards Ren Xiaoyao. Wherever the river of blood passed, it corroded deep trenches into the ground, from which black bubbles constantly rose, making a "gurgling" sound, as if a giant beast was breathing from the depths of the earth. On the surface of the river of blood floated broken limbs and remains, still bearing traces of undried blood, emitting a nauseating stench in the poisonous mist.
"Who dares to trespass on this Forbidden Land?" A sinister voice echoed from the depths of the vortex, accompanied by a sharp whistling wind, like countless blades scraping against one's ears. The voice seemed to emanate from the Nine Nether Hell, carrying a bone-chilling cold that sent shivers down one's spine. Before the words had even finished, a dark figure slowly emerged from the inky vortex, its black robe embroidered with ferocious Wind Demon Totem, each Totems constantly spewing black mist. The space around the figure twisted and deformed, as if compressed by Invisible Power, even the light refracting eerily around it.
This man was none other than the Evil Venerable of Wind. He was surrounded by wind blades as black as night, each blade radiating a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine. Wherever the Evil Venerable Lord passed, the air was torn apart by tiny cracks. With a wave of his hand, the Evil Lord cleaved a distant mountain in half by an invisible force. The rubble was shredded into dust by the wind blades in mid-air, like a black sandstorm. Occasionally, fragments of bone, not completely pulverized, could be seen among the shredded rocks, appearing and disappearing in the black dust, silently telling the story of the past carnage.
The shredded rocks transformed into black particles in the air, each particle shimmering with an eerie red light, like the eyes of a demon. Even more bizarrely, these black particles began to arrange and combine in the air, gradually forming a gigantic demonic face that grotesquely cackled at Ren Xiaoyao. The demonic face opened its mouth wide, revealing sharp fangs, and spewed Black Flames. Wherever the flames touched, the air instantly distorted and deformed, and countless twisted human faces appeared in the space, wailing in the flames. The flames emitted a teeth-grinding shriek as they burned, as if thousands of souls were being tortured in the Flame Sect.
Ren Xiaoyao's expression was solemn as the illusory image of the Chaos Green Lotus slowly emerged behind him, its golden light contrasting sharply with the surrounding darkness. The Dao Patterns flowing on the lotus petals resembled an inverted Star River, while its roots anchored in the void, rippling with Spiritual Qi. Each ray of light dispelled the surrounding darkness. Faint chanting surrounded the illusory Brahma Sound of the Green Lotus Phantom, its soft sound seemingly containing the power to World Creation, colliding fiercely with the surrounding Evil Aura.
"I have come to repair the Wind Dragon Vein, and I hope you will grant me this favor, senior." His voice was calm, yet it concealed a sharp edge. The Chaos Greatsword in his hand trembled slightly, and the ancient patterns on its blade shimmered with a faint light. Wherever the sword tip pointed, the poisonous mist on the ground began to evaporate and dissipate, revealing the cracked earth beneath. However, beneath the cracked earth, dark red veins could be vaguely seen surging, like poisonous blood flowing in the earth's veins.
As the poisonous fog dissipated, more bizarre patterns emerged on the ground. These patterns resembled some kind of ancient formation, emanating an ominous aura. Runes faintly flowed within these patterns, each absorbing the surrounding Spiritual Qi and coalescing into a powerful, malevolent force. As the runes flickered, the ground began to tremble, and countless black vines, covered in sharp thorns, sprouted from the earth, coiling towards Ren Xiaoyao. Painfully distorted human faces appeared on the surface of the vines. Green venom seeped from the tips of the vines, dripping onto the ground and rising in plumes of poisonous smoke, from which a sinister laugh echoed.
Upon hearing this, the Evil Venerable of Wind laughed loudly, his laughter filled with mockery and disdain. "Repair the Dragon Vein? This Wind Blessed Land has long been under my control, and the Wind Dao Seed is the key to my advancement to the Great Dao! If you know what's good for you, leave quickly, otherwise, today will be your burial ground!" His laughter shook the surrounding space, causing ripples to spread, and countless tiny black insects crawled out from the ground, densely covering the surface.
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly waved his hands, and countless jet-black wind blades shot towards Ren Xiaoyao like a torrential rain. These wind blades drew strange arcs in the air, and wherever they passed, the space rippled, as if distorted by Invisible Power. The shrill sound of the wind blades Sky-Rending Strike was mixed with the cries of children, which was chilling. As the wind blades flew, they left black trails in the void. These trails twisted like living things, and occasionally they would split into smaller wind blades, changing direction to launch surprise attacks.
Even more terrifying, as the wind blades flew, they continuously absorbed the surrounding demonic energy, growing larger and larger. Twisted faces appeared on the blades, their mouths agape, revealing sharp teeth, as if they wanted to devour Ren Xiaoyao whole. Among these faces were children and elders, each face etched with pain and despair. Some faces had eerie green lights flickering in their eyes, like will-o'-the-wisps, sending chills down one's spine. Their mouths gaped open, emitting silent roars. As the wind blades drew closer, the features of these faces began to distort and deform, their tongues extending as if trying to lick Ren Xiaoyao's skin.
Ren Xiaoyao's eyes sharpened, and he wielded the Chaos Greatsword, its Golden Sword Light cascading like Milky Way as it clashed with the dark wind blades. A deafening roar erupted, a blinding light bursting forth, the shockwave sweeping across the surrounding area and shattering nearby rocks. But before the aftershocks of the explosion could subside, the Evil Venerable of Wind's attack was already upon them. Within the intense light of the explosion, countless vengeful spirits could be vaguely seen darting about, swept away by the shockwaves, emitting mournful screams.
Countless pitch-black tentacles suddenly emerged from the inky vortex, each writhing with the wails of wronged souls, frantically grabbing at Ren Xiaoyao. These tentacles were covered in tiny suckers, each clinging to a contorted, agonizing face, emitting piercing screams with each swing, as if telling the world of their imprisoned suffering. Wherever the tentacles passed, the ground rapidly carbonized, spreading spiderweb-like black patterns that grew continuously as if alive. Suddenly, the faces at the tentacles opened their eyes, shooting out green lasers that scorched deep marks into the ground.
Ren Xiaoyao rapidly formed hand seals, Chaos Green Lotus behind him shone brightly, unleashing Thousands of Golden Lotus Flames that soared into the air, burning the approaching tentacles. The lotus flames clashed with the tentacles, producing a sizzling sound, black smoke billowing in the air, and a pungent, acrid smell that was nauseating. At the same time, he flashed, transforming into a golden light and charging towards the Evil Venerable of Wind. The golden dragon phantom on his Chaos Greatsword Golden Dragon Phantom roared, its sword strike fierce, aiming directly for the Evil Venerable's vitals. As the golden lotus flames burned, they emitted crisp crackling sounds, each explosion releasing Golden Light Spots that adhered to the tentacles, accelerating their dissolution.
Wherever the golden dragon spewed its Dragon Breath, space twisted into vortexes, swallowing up the poisonous mist and wind blades in its path. The Dragon Breath contained immense power; wherever it passed, space was dyed gold, and the black tentacles quickly turned to ash under Dragon Breath scorching heat. But the Evil Venerable of Wind remained unperturbed, a cold smile playing on his lips. He formed hand seals and chanted incantations. Ancient runes faintly appeared within the Dragon Breath, flickering as if telling the story of the Beginning of Heaven and Earth.
As he moved, dark clouds gathered in the sky, and a massive black lightning bolt struck down, hurtling straight towards Ren Xiaoyao. The instant the lightning ripped through the sky, the entire world was dyed an eerie purple, and countless vengeful spirits seemed to struggle within it. As the lightning struck, the air was instantly heated to its limit, producing a violent explosion, and the surrounding space briefly distorted, as if reality had been torn open.
The Evil Venerable of Wind snorted coldly, his demonic energy surging, and a pair of enormous dark purple wind wings materialized behind him. Each flap of the wings unleashed a hurricane, instantly leveling the ground and revealing Bottomless Ravines in their wake. Black viscous liquid continuously gushed from these ravines, turning any vegetation it touched into skeletons crawling with black worms. As the wings flapped, the air currents they generated carried black debris, sharp as blades, slicing through everything in their path.
He charged towards Ren Xiaoyao's sword strike, a jet-black Wind Demon Sword materializing in his hand. The sword was covered in malevolent runes, which shimmered with an eerie red light. With a light swing, countless tiny gashes appeared in the sky, and dripping blood rain stained the earth dark red. The blood rain fell to the ground, rapidly corroding deep pits from which black smoke billowed, accompanied by sinister laughter and the wails of countless wronged souls. As the Wind Demon Sword was swung, the runes on its blade lit up, forming a black light shield that defended against Ren Xiaoyao's attacks.
Even more terrifying, the black smoke began to gather, gradually forming enormous demonic shadows that attacked Ren Xiaoyao. These shadows swung their massive arms, each swing creating a black whirlwind that uprooted trees, pulverized rocks, and filled the air with the stench of death. The shadows' arms were covered in sharp spikes, each dripping with venom. As their arms swung, the venom splattered, corroding large patches of the ground and leaving them charred black.
The two swords clashed, unleashing a deafening roar. The powerful shockwave tore through the surrounding space, revealing a dark void. Ren Xiaoyao felt a surge of immense power coursing through the sword, numbing his arm, causing his blood to surge within his meridians, and drawing a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth. Meanwhile, the Evil Venerable of Wind seized the opportunity to launch an attack. The red light on the Wind Demon Sword surged, transforming into countless crimson wind blades that enveloped Ren Xiaoyao. The sparks that erupted at the moment of impact illuminated the entire battlefield. These sparks contained immense power, exploding upon impact and forming small Volcanic Crater.
These crimson wind blades merged in the air, forming a massive blood net. Each thread shimmered with an eerie light, capable of corroding a cultivator's Primordial Spirit upon contact. Piercing screams echoed from within the blood net, like countless wronged souls being tortured within; the sounds were heart-wrenching and chilling. Tiny tentacles extended from the edges of the blood net, weaving nimbly and attempting to entangle Ren Xiaoyao's limbs.
Ren Xiaoyao's Daoist robe was torn by the wind blades, and blood seeped out, staining the robe red. But his eyes were firm, and he gritted his teeth, continuing to activate the Chaos Green Lotus to resist the Evil Venerable of Wind's attacks. His hair was blown by the gale, and his face was covered with dust and blood, yet he still stood tall and straight, like an unshakable mountain, standing firm in the storm. The blood dripping from his wounds turned into Golden Lotus on the ground, forming a stark contrast with the surrounding darkness.
Seeing this, Ren Xiaoyao quickly activated the defensive Divine Ability of the Chaos Green Lotus, unleashing a golden Lotus Barrier around himself to block all the crimson wind blades. However, the Evil Venerable of Wind's attacks were relentless, like a tidal wave. He continuously channeled his demonic energy, and the power within the dark vortex grew stronger, causing the entire Wind Blessed Land to tremble violently. Ripples spread across the surface of the Lotus Barrier, each ripple weakening the power of the crimson wind blades but also constantly consuming Ren Xiaoyao's spiritual energy.
There were dark clouds in the sky, lightning and thunder, and purple lightning kept falling, illuminating the evil face of the Evil Lord. When the lightning struck the ground, it condensed into sharp amethysts, and petrified birds were sealed inside. They kept vibrating with fear. The posture of wings. Under the illumination of lightning, those amethysts emitted a strange light, as if they were alive, constantly absorbing the surrounding demonic energy. The lines on the surface of the amethysts began to squirm, as if the birds inside were trying to break free.
Even more bizarrely, these Purple Crystal began to connect, gradually forming a massive Magic Array that amplified the power of the Evil Venerable of Wind. Within the Magic Array, countless black runes flickered, with black energy flowing between them, forming a huge Black Vortex. Deep roars emanated from the vortex, as if an ancient demon was about to awaken, causing the entire space to tremble. Black Chains extended from the edges of the Magic Array, flying through the air and attempting to restrain Ren Xiaoyao's movements.
" Ren Xiaoyao, you will not escape today!" The Evil Venerable of Wind laughed wildly, raising his hands high. From the dark vortex, a bead emitting a ghostly blue light slowly rose— the Wind Dao Seed. However, this Dao Seed had been corrupted by evil spirits, its surface covered with black patterns, like a Curse shackle. Black mist surrounded the Dao Seed, constantly twisting and changing, forming various terrifying shapes.
As the Dao Seed rose, the Spiritual Qi of the entire Blessed Land was frantically absorbed. The distant mountains began to crack, and foul-smelling black mist surged from the fissures. The power between heaven and earth began to become unbalanced, and an aura of destruction spread. Even the distant stars in the sky were strangely distorted. The light of those stars became dim and lifeless, as if shrouded by some evil force. Black meteors streaked across the sky from time to time, leaving long tails as they fell to the earth, causing explosions. As the black meteors streaked across the sky, they left black trails behind them that lingered for a long time, like scars on the sky.
Even more terrifying, after these black meteors crashed to the ground, they hatched into countless Demonic Insects, swarming towards Ren Xiaoyao. The Demonic Insects were densely packed, devouring everything in their path, leaving only ruins and a nauseating stench in the air. The Demonic Insects were covered in hard carapaces covered with sharp spikes, and as they crawled, they made a rustling sound, like the footsteps of Death God.
Ren Xiaoyao gazed at the corrupted Wind Dao Seed, a flicker of heartache and anger crossing his eyes. He knew all too well that if the Evil Venerable of Wind succeeded, the Tianyan Continent would be plunged into utter ruin. " Chaos Green Lotus, lend me the Origin Power!" he roared, and the Chaos Green Lotus in his sea of consciousness trembled violently, radiating Dazzling Light. The lotus's brilliance was reflected in Ren Xiaoyao's pupils, a light that seemed to engulf him entirely, yet also bestowed upon him boundless power.
The Green Lotus Phantom in his dantian frantically absorbed and exhaled Spiritual Qi. Ren Xiaoyao felt a powerful force surge into his meridians, as if his entire body had been ignited. His hair moved without wind, and the golden light surrounding him condensed into ancient seal script, slowly rotating in the air. These seal scripts exuded a mysterious aura, each character containing immense power. They arranged and combined in the air, forming a massive array that enveloped Ren Xiaoyao. Ancient patterns emerged within the golden light, like ancient codes containing the most powerful forces in the world.
At the same time, golden divine runes appeared on Ren Xiaoyao's body. These runes shimmered with Dazzling Light and exuded a powerful aura. As the runes flowed, Ren Xiaoyao's aura continued to rise, as if he had merged with heaven and earth, and the light emanating from his body illuminated the entire dark space. The runes flowed on his skin, and wherever they touched, wounds healed rapidly, and even the meridians that had been Demonic Qi Erosion began to regain their vitality.
He wielded the Chaos Greatsword, and a Golden Sword Light containing the power to World Creation shot straight into the sky. Within the sword light, the scene of the Beginning of Chaos faintly emerged, and ancient Daoist sounds echoed between heaven and earth. Wherever the sword light swept, the space polluted by demonic energy began to heal automatically, revealing its original clear blue. Wherever it went, darkness dissipated and light reappeared. Countless ancient figures emerged from the sword light, some standing, some sitting, as if witnessing this great battle concerning the fate of heaven and earth.