Ren Xiaoyao was covered in blood, his Chaos Greatsword embedded diagonally in the scorched earth. The dark purple Essence Blood congealed on the sword gleamed eerily under the moonlight. The bloodstains meandered along the grooves of the sword, like Ancient Demons runes sealed away, each one emanating a faint demonic aura. The cold light of the waning moon intertwined with the demonic energy, staining the air within a ten-foot radius with a strange dark purple hue. The rubble on the ground began to twist and deform under this aura, like blocks of wax being kneaded by an invisible hand. In the distance came a series of wailing sounds, as if countless wronged souls were wandering in the darkness. The sounds came from near and far, sometimes like the cries of children, sometimes like the shrill screams of vengeful ghosts, echoing in the silent night sky, sending chills down one's spine.
The remnants of the Evil Venerable of Wind were dissipating into black mist, but his unwilling eyes remained frozen in the void, burning with eternal resentment. Spiderweb-like blood vessels covered the whites of his eyes, each one entwined with lingering Demonic Thought, as if trapped souls were making their final struggle. Finally, they transformed into two dark crystal cores, suspended in mid-air. Tiny runes flowed across the surface of the cores, like countless vengeful spirits howling within. As the runes flickered, the space within Fang Yuan of several feet twisted into a vortex, drawing in nearby fallen leaves and dust, forming small black tornadoes. These tornadoes collided, emitting sharp howls, and from the swirling dust, faces contorted in agony faintly emerged, seemingly reliving the torment they had suffered in life.
He struggled to support his blood-stained body, each step leaving a long trail of blood on the ground. Beneath his tattered Daoist robe, his skin was covered in gruesome wounds, some so deep they exposed bone, emanating a corrosive black aura. The skin around the wounds was rotting at a visible rate. With each step, Black Blood gushed from the wounds, mixing with the scorched earth and emitting wisps of acrid blue smoke. As he raised his hand to store the crystal core into his Heaven and Earth Bag, his knuckles turned white from the excessive force, and the veins bulged like writhing dragons beneath his skin. He knew that this evil's Origin Power might be key to fighting demonic energy in the future, but at this moment, even standing was so difficult for him. His spiritual energy was nearly exhausted, and every breath was accompanied by intense pain, as if countless sharp blades were churning inside his chest.
However, the instant his fingertips touched the Wind Dao Seed, the Chaos Green Lotus in his sea of consciousness suddenly trembled violently, like an ancient tree struck by lightning. The Green Lotus Phantom shook wildly, each petal bursting with dazzling cracks, emitting a clanging sound like metal striking stone. The sound made his eardrums ache, and it felt as if countless heavy hammers were striking his mind, causing his consciousness to blur. The world before him twisted and distorted, displaying countless overlapping images. Sometimes it was a scene of his diligent cultivation in his sect, and sometimes it was a Barren Land shrouded in demonic energy, where countless creatures struggled in agony.
On the surface of the Dao Seed, tainted by demonic energy, black patterns writhed like living snakes, frantically flowing into his meridians. Wherever those patterns passed, his meridians burned with excruciating pain, as if a thousand steel needles were piercing his blood vessels. The demonic energy surged into his dantian like a tidal wave, causing Spiritual Qi to crumble wildly wherever it went. He could clearly feel his power being drained away bit by bit. Not only that, the demonic energy also rampaged through his sea of consciousness, attempting to destroy his mind. He gritted his teeth, resisting with his last remaining willpower, the veins on his forehead throbbing, sweat pouring down like rain.
A metallic taste surged in Ren Xiaoyao's throat, and a spurt of scalding blood sprayed onto the Dao Seed, only to be instantly swallowed by the black mist. The blood condensed into a blood mist in the air, which was then greedily absorbed by the black patterns on the surface of the Dao Seed, making those patterns even more scarlet and writhing more violently like living things. Blood continued to spill from the corners of his mouth, dripping onto the ground and corroding small pits. Black bubbles rose from the blood pits, making a "gurgling" sound, as if a giant beast was breathing underground. As the blood drained away, his consciousness became increasingly blurred, and his body swayed precariously.
He staggered and knelt on one knee. The Green Lotus Phantom in his dantian was shrouded in black mist, and its originally warm golden light gradually turned gray. Each flicker of the blue lotus was accompanied by a stinging pain in his Divine Sense. Every ray of light was stubbornly fighting against the evil power, but it grew weaker and weaker under the erosion of demonic energy. Hallucinations began to appear before his eyes. He seemed to see countless demons rushing towards him, baring their fangs and claws, emitting chilling screams. The faces of those demons sometimes turned into familiar people, and sometimes into strange evil ghosts, constantly changing before his eyes, trying to break down his psychological defenses.
" The Dao Transmutation..." He bit his tongue, using his Essence Blood to draw Ancient Demon-Purifying Formation on the ground. The moment the Essence Blood touched the ground, ancient runes flickered in the Blood Light, radiating an ancient and mysterious aura. Golden Flame rose from the edges of the array, attempting to block the spread of the Dao Seed's demonic energy. The flames burned fiercely, illuminating his pale face and reflecting the determination in his eyes. However, the Dao Seed's demonic energy was far too powerful; the Golden Flame flickered under the impact of the demonic energy, as if they would be extinguished at any moment. He concentrated his last bit of spiritual power and poured it into the array, trying to enhance its power.
At the heart of the formation, the Dao Seed, like a greedy Taotie, frantically absorbed the Spiritual Qi within the formation through every black line. These lines expanded continuously, burning charred holes into the formation diagram. Flames and demonic energy collided violently, producing crackling explosions, and the Golden Flame at the edge of the formation diagram were gradually stained a strange purple. He could feel his spiritual power rapidly draining away, and sweat dripped incessantly from his forehead. As time passed, the formation's defenses weakened, while the Dao Seed's demonic energy surged ever stronger. Seeing the formation on the verge of collapse, his heart was filled with anxiety and despair.
Ren Xiaoyao's forehead veins bulged, and large beads of sweat slid down his cheeks. He gritted his teeth, his spiritual energy surging wildly within him, yet he still couldn't withstand the devouring power of the Dao Seed. Just as the formation was about to collapse, he suddenly remembered the ancient texts in the Scripture Library: " Heavenly Dew is born in the Origin Void, cleansing all things of impurity and capable of neutralizing the poison of the Heavenly Dao." These words, like a beacon in the darkness, exploded in his almost despairing Divine Sense, rekindling his hope. He seemed to see a glimmer of dawn, and although his body was utterly exhausted, his eyes regained their fighting spirit. He knew that this might be the only chance to save everything, and no matter how many difficulties and dangers lay ahead, he had to go to the Origin Void and find the Heavenly Dew.
The distant mountains, increasingly cracked by the Demonic Qi Erosion, were pierced by Purple Lightning that sprang forth like ferocious pythons, tearing the sky into a tattered spiderweb. Where the lightning struck, the earth scorched black, billowing thick smoke reeking of sulfur, and the air filled with a pungent, fishy stench. The ground rose and fell intermittently, black viscous liquid seeping from the cracks, instantly turning flowers, trees, and grass to ashes, leaving only twisted black remains. The entire world seemed to have fallen into an apocalyptic scene. The Black Slime continued to writhe, converging into black rivers, from which occasionally emerged mutilated limbs and shattered faces, as if buried, wronged souls were recounting their tragic fates.
A mournful groan echoed from the earth, as if the entire Tianyan Continent was groaning in agony. The tremors grew stronger and stronger; he could even feel the ground shaking beneath his feet. Distant mountains began to crumble, boulders tumbling down with deafening roars. The sounds of collapsing mountains mingled with the earth's groans, creating a tragic elegy for the end of the world. He knew his time was running out. If he couldn't find Heavenly Dew soon, the entire Tianyan Continent would be doomed. He took a deep breath, forced himself to his feet, and prepared to embark on the perilous journey to the Origin Void.
Ren Xiaoyao knew his time was running out. He recalled the Chaos Greatsword, its tip lifting the Dao Seed, and activated the Green Lotus Secret Technique. Golden light transformed into a stream of light that shot into the sky, the light imbued with the Daoist essence of the Green Lotus Phantom, yet stained a mottled gray by the demonic energy of the Dao Seed. Golden light surrounded his body, but the demonic energy, like dark clouds, relentlessly eroded the light, attempting to devour it. As he ascended, he could feel the demonic energy of the Dao Seed clashing with the Green Lotus Secret Technique, enduring immense pressure with each step upward. His body trembled violently amidst the conflict between light and demonic energy, as if it might be torn apart at any moment.
The space of the Wind Blessed Land twisted into a vortex behind him, and the wails of countless wronged souls surged like a tide. These souls, their faces contorted and bound by Black Chains, roared madly at the edge of the golden light, only to be forcefully repelled. Only the mournful cries of the Dragon Vein emanating from the depths of the Tianyan Continent remained, ever-present, each sound shaking his very soul. He could feel the power of the Dragon Vein constantly draining away, the entire continent teetering on the brink of collapse. Amidst the wails of the wronged souls, he seemed to hear the calls of his family and friends, voices filled with pain and despair that tore at his heart like a knife. But he knew he could not turn back; he had to resolutely move forward, to save this continent, and for the sake of those departed souls.
After traversing layers of Gale Wind, Ren Xiaoyao finally arrived at the Origin Void. Countless shimmering points of light floated here, like fragments of shattered stars, yet exuding a cold and unfamiliar aura. Tiny bolts of lightning danced between these points, each containing World-Destroying Power; a moment's carelessness could pulverize a cultivator's body. He proceeded cautiously, each step fraught with danger. The Gale Wind scraped across his body like sharp blades, leaving bloody marks on his skin. The shimmering points of light and the wandering lightning seemed alive, constantly attacking him. He could only rely on his keen intuition and superb Movement Method to dodge, each evasion consuming a great deal of his physical and spiritual energy.
The air was thick with viscous, Chaos Qi. Each breath felt like swallowing scorching sand, burning his lungs. A sharp, Primordial Chaos sound emanated from the Chaos Qi, like the Beginning of Heaven and Earth, yet carrying a chilling, malevolent aura. His throat was burned by the Chaos Qi, causing him to cough incessantly, his palms stained with blood. As he ventured deeper into the Origin Void, the Chaos Qi grew increasingly dense, making his movements ever more difficult. The sharp buzzing echoed incessantly in his mind, disturbing his peace of mind and even causing him to doubt whether he could truly find the Heavenly Dew, whether he could truly save this continent.
The Chaos Green Lotus suddenly trembled violently, pointing towards a continuously shrinking purple vortex in the void. Deep within the vortex, a drop of liquid emitting a shimmering white halo floated—the legendary Heavenly Dew. The Heavenly Dew's surface swirled with a seven-colored halo, each flicker causing a slight distortion in the surrounding space, as if it carried the purest power of heaven and earth. Its light was so dazzling, yet so distant. Gazing at the Heavenly Dew, a strong yearning surged within him—a ray of hope. If he could obtain it, perhaps he could turn everything around. But he also knew clearly that acquiring the Heavenly Dew would undoubtedly present unprecedented challenges.
"Such domineering pressure!" Before Ren Xiaoyao even got close, he was blasted back by Invisible Power. His protective Gang Qi shattered under the impact, and he was sent flying like a cannonball, leaving a long trail of blood in the air. The pressure contained the will of the Heavenly Dao, yet it was also mixed with a trace of imperceptible demonic energy. He struggled to his feet, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes showed no sign of retreat. The pressure pressed down on him like a tangible weight, making it difficult for him to breathe, and his bones groaned under the unbearable burden. But he gritted his teeth and continued to move towards Heavenly Dew. Every step he took was accompanied by immense pressure, but his belief never wavered.
Nine Golden Chains encircled Heavenly Dew, each inscribed with ancient Dao Patterns. Mysterious light flowed across their surfaces, their ends disappearing into the depths of the void, seemingly connecting to the very foundation of the Tianyan Continent. Golden Runes flickered between the chains, forming a massive barrier that firmly protected Heavenly Dew. The barrier radiated immense power, inspiring awe and fear. He could sense that these chains and the barrier were not merely to protect Heavenly Dew, but also a test—a test of his qualifications to obtain this treasure containing the purest power of heaven and earth. He gripped the Chaos Greatsword tightly, silently resolving to break through this defense no matter what.
As he wielded the Chaos Greatsword to strike the chains, the blade hummed under the strain. Mars flew, leaving only a white mark on the chains, yet the impact split his hand, blood dripping from the hilt. Each strike caused the void to tremble and boom, yet it could not budge the chains in the slightest. He continued to swing the greatsword, his arm aching terribly, the hilt stained crimson with blood. Each swing was accompanied by a tremendous recoil, making his internal organs feel as if they had shifted. But he did not give up, swinging again and again, the light on the sword growing dimmer, but his eyes growing ever more resolute.
Just then, the Wind Dao Seed, corrupted by demonic energy, suddenly swelled violently, its black patterns transforming into tentacles that coiled around Ren Xiaoyao's neck like venomous snakes. The tentacles were covered in tiny suckers, each clinging to a distorted human face, emitting piercing screams that threw his Divine Sense into chaos. He could feel the tentacles tightening little by little, as if trying to strangle his life. The power emanating from the tentacles nearly suffocated him; the distorted faces roared at him relentlessly, their voices filled with resentment and despair, as if trying to drag him into an endless abyss. He struggled desperately, summoning the last of his spiritual energy to try and break free from the tentacles' grasp, but they only tightened their grip, and his consciousness gradually blurred.
The Green Lotus Phantom in his dantian completely dimmed, Ren Xiaoyao felt his Divine Sense being devoured by evil spirits, the world before him gradually shrouded in darkness. Fragments of memories flashed through his mind: his childhood cultivation, the destruction of his sect, the battles with demons—each scene becoming distorted and blurred under the erosion of demonic energy. He struggled to remain conscious, unwilling to be swallowed by the darkness. In the darkness, he saw his master, whose kind face was now twisted and terrifying by demonic energy. His master's voice rang in his ears, encouraging him to persevere and not give up. This voice was like a ray of light in the darkness, rousing him and unleashing a powerful force.
At the critical moment, he bit his fingertip, injecting his Essence Blood into the Chaos Green Lotus: "Using my Primordial Spirit as a guide, borrowing the Origin Power!" The instant his Essence Blood merged with the lotus, the Green Lotus Phantom erupted with dazzling golden light, ancient seal script appearing within the light, forming a massive array in the air that enveloped him. The light was so dazzling, it seemed to dispel all darkness. Wherever the golden light touched, the tentacles wrapped around him began to hiss and gradually withered. The ancient seal script emitted Mysterious Power, resisting the demonic energy. He could feel his Divine Sense gradually regaining its clarity, and his power slowly returning.
The Green Lotus Phantom erupted with blinding golden light, colliding violently with the black energy of the Dao Seed. The entire Origin Void trembled violently, countless cracks appeared in space, from which Chaos Qi surged forth. The golden light and black energy intertwined, forming a massive vortex that sucked in the surrounding specks of light and lightning. The intense energy fluctuations almost made him lose his footing. He gripped his greatsword tightly, preparing to face the next challenge. Within the vortex, he witnessed countless collisions of light and darkness, and heard the roar of the Beginning of Heaven and Earth. He knew this was a battle that would determine life or death, a battle that would decide the fate of the Tianyan Continent. He could not retreat in the slightest; he had to go all out.
Taking advantage of the moment, Ren Xiaoyao charged towards Heavenly Dew, his Chaos Greatsword carrying the force of World Creation, slashing at the Golden Chains. Each strike was accompanied by the roar of the Beginning of Heaven and Earth, the void shattering inch by inch under the sword's power. The Golden Dragon Phantom phantom on the sword roared and charged out, colliding fiercely with the runes on the chains, bursting forth with Dazzling Light. Every swing of his sword was with all his might, sweat and blood soaking his clothes. The collision of the Golden Dragon Phantom and the runes generated powerful shockwaves, making his eardrums ache and blurring his vision. But with his indomitable will, he continued to swing the giant sword, and finally, a crack appeared in one of the chains. He was overjoyed and attacked even more fiercely, with a series of loud crashes, the chains broke one after another.
The moment the last chain snapped, Heavenly Dew fell like a shooting star. However, just as it was about to touch the Dao Seed, it was swallowed by a suddenly appearing Black Vortex. A low, cold laugh echoed from within the vortex, a voice filled with boundless malice, like a murmur from the Nine Nether Hell. The laughter sent chills down his spine, but his gaze remained resolute. The Black Vortex emanated a powerful suction force, distorting the surrounding space. He could feel an evil power surging within it. He knew the real challenge had only just begun; he had to confront this evil power, reclaim Heavenly Dew, and Dao Transmutation Seed.
A low, cold laugh echoed from within the vortex, "Trying to Dao Transmutation Seed? This filth is the very calamity of the Tianyan Continent!" Ren Xiaoyao's pupils constricted sharply as a cracked face emerged from the depths of the vortex. It was none other than a projection of the will of the Tianyan Continent, now utterly distorted by demonic energy, its eyes flashing with madness and despair. The face was twisted and malevolent, completely overturning his understanding of the Continent's Will. The Continent's Will's voice was filled with mockery and resentment, as if it had been thoroughly corrupted by demonic energy, losing all reason. Gazing at that face, he was filled with shock and grief, but at the same time, his resolve to fight against this evil force only strengthened.
"Impossible..." Ren Xiaoyao staggered backward, the light of the Chaos Green Lotus dimming as well. A storm raged within him, unable to accept this shocking truth. The will of the Tianyan Continent, meant to protect this land, had become the source of calamity. He felt a wave of confusion, but quickly regained his resolve. He remembered the Hardships Along the Way, and the sacrifices made to protect this continent. He could not let their sacrifices be in vain; no matter how powerful the enemy, he would fight to the very end. He gripped the Chaos Greatsword tightly, his eyes filled with fearless courage.
The Heavenly Dew floated in the palm of the projected will, slowly being eroded by black lines. Every wisp of white light fiercely fought against the darkness, yet gradually shrank under the erosion of demonic energy. The seven-colored halo on the surface of the Heavenly Dew dimmed, occasionally covered by black lines, emitting a resentful hum. He could feel the Heavenly Dew's struggle, which strengthened his resolve to save the continent. He knew that the Heavenly Dew was the key to Dao Transmutation Seed, and the hope for saving the Tianyan Continent. He had to find a way to snatch the Heavenly Dew back from the Continent's Will, corrupted by demonic energy, even at the cost of his life.
He suddenly realized that the Evil Venerable of Wind was merely a pawn in this calamity, and the true crisis lay hidden within the very essence of the Tianyan Continent. The root of this disaster was far deeper and more terrifying than he had imagined. He realized that he bore the heavy responsibility of saving the entire continent and could not afford to back down. He recalled the various battles he had experienced before, each fraught with hardship and danger, yet he had persevered. This time, he absolutely could not give up either. He began to devise a strategy: how could he break through the Continent's Will and reclaim the Heavenly Dew?
The black energy of the Dao Seed clashed violently with the light of the Heavenly Dew in the void, forming a massive Energy Vortex. Roars and screams echoed from within the vortex, the space itself twisting and deforming under the tearing force of the energy, seemingly on the verge of collapse. A powerful Energy Storm swept in, tearing his Daoist robes and Dao Wound his skin, yet he remained standing. Within the Energy Storm, he saw countless fragments of light and darkness swirling in the air.