Just as Ren Xiaoyao was shocked by the anomaly in the Continent's Will Projection, the void within Fang Yuan hundred miles suddenly surged violently like boiling ink. Dark purple Energy Vortex spun wildly in the void, as if the wounds of the universe were constantly bleeding. Wherever they passed, space groaned under the unbearable burden, and countless cracks appeared on it like shattered Glazed Ice. The order of spacetime completely collapsed at this moment, and the fragments of stars floating in the distance began to rotate in reverse, leaving long, blood-red trails, like countless chaotic arrows shot towards the sky.
Dark red lightning, like a ferocious serpent, writhed through the twisted Space Cracks. Each strike was accompanied by a deafening roar, a sound unlike Heavenly Thunder, but more like the wails of countless wronged souls in the depths of Nine Netherworlds. The void touched by the lightning was instantly torn apart with spiderweb-like cracks, wisps of Chaos Qi escaping from the fissures and quickly turning ominous black. Even more terrifying, strange runes flowed across the surface of the lightning, each flash etching ancient Destruction Runes into the void. These runes intertwined, gradually forming a colossal Totems of death.
The light of heaven and earth was completely swallowed, and an eternal twilight enveloped the land. In the distance, Chaos Fragments floated, appearing and disappearing in the lightning, like the unformed remnants of stars at the dawn of the universe. These fragments varied in size, some as majestic as mountains, others as fine as dust, but without exception, they were all covered with shocking cracks. On the surface of some of the largest fragments, one could even see Ancient Battlefield that had long since solidified, with broken weapons and bones embedded within, silently telling the story of how lost civilizations perished here.
The fragments were cracked, oozing a dark purple liquid that, when dripped into the void, would create a toxic mist, hissing and corrosive. As the mist churned, oily ripples appeared in the space it passed through, as if some evil force was slowly digesting the void. Occasionally, tiny spatial fragments would be eroded by the mist and instantly annihilated, leaving only wisps of black smoke. Even more terrifying, the mist also contained tiny Space-time Worms, these translucent creatures gnawing at the warp and weft of space, blurring the boundary between Reality and Illusion wherever they went.
Within the distorted spacetime, the faint wailing of the collapsing Space-time Laws could be heard, as if heaven and earth were lamenting their impending destruction. The sound was deep and distant, yet clearly reached Ren Xiaoyao's ears. Each sip struck his heart like a heavy hammer, making him acutely aware of the severity of the crisis. He could even see the distant Space-time Barrier, like a tattered veil, dissolving at a visible speed under the erosion of demonic energy.
The Chaos Qi beneath Ren Xiaoyao's feet was compressed into sharp Ice Crystals by an invisible pressure. Tens of thousands of ice shards shot towards his Daoist robe as if they were alive. The ice shards tore through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound, which, along with the sound of tearing fabric, was particularly jarring in this deathly silent void. Fine beads of blood seeped from each crack, instantly freezing into dark red Ice Crystals that fell with a rustling sound. These Ice Crystals did not dissipate after landing; instead, they took root and sprouted, growing sharp ice spikes that completely blocked Ren Xiaoyao's escape route.
His protective aura Green Lotus Gang Qi, cracked under the strain, its pale golden light revealing a spiderweb of fissures spreading across it. Each crack resembled a claw mark of Death God, gleaming with an ominous blue hue under the crimson lightning. With a soft "crack," the Gang Qi finally shattered at his shoulder, revealing a deep, bone-revealing wound. Black, corrosive lines immediately crawled across the wound. These lines writhed like living creatures, spreading along his blood vessels toward his heart, sending waves of excruciating pain through him. Ren Xiaoyao could even clearly feel the icy chill of the demonic energy flowing through his veins; each heartbeat felt like squeezing a malignant tumor within him, making his face grow increasingly pale. The flesh at the wound began to necrotize, releasing a black, putrid aura that resonated with the surrounding demonic energy.
A figure as black as ink slowly emerged from the center of the vortex. Wherever it passed, space seemed to be torn apart like silk by an invisible giant hand, emitting a piercing tearing sound. Thick, asphalt-like demonic energy surged like a tidal wave, each wisp carrying countless distorted human faces, sometimes emitting the cries of children, sometimes the shrieks of demons. These faces appeared and disappeared within the demonic energy; some had empty, lifeless eyes, as if their eyeballs had been gouged out; others had their mouths torn to their ears, revealing stark white bone, with congealed blood clinging to their lips. Their wails intertwined with the tremors of the void, forming a chilling symphony of death.
Even more terrifying, the demonic energy was intertwined with the phantom of broken chains, each chain binding a semi-transparent soul, writhing and struggling in agony. The screams of these souls mingled with the Heavenly Demon's maniacal laughter, resonating in the void, causing Ren Xiaoyao's eardrums to bleed, his nasal cavity to fill with the metallic taste of blood, and his vision to blur and distort from the impact of the sound waves. He could even see that the bodies of some souls were being gradually eroded by the demonic energy, becoming transparent until they completely dissipated into the darkness.
His face was sinister and malevolent, with veins throbbing like earthworms beneath his pale skin, as if they might burst forth at any moment. A mocking smile played on his lips, and his blood-red eyes burned with eerie blue demonic fire, each flicker seeming to devour the life force around them. Wherever he went, even the Chaos Qi began to become murky. A nauseating stench permeated the air, a mixture of the smell of rust and the pungent odor of sulfur, as if the aura of the Nine Nether Hell had materialized there. Tiny Demonic Insects even crawled out from the demonic energy, lunging at Ren Xiaoyao's wounds, greedily sucking his Essence Blood.
With each bite, these Demonic Insects multiplied, quickly covering the wound with a dense swarm of black worms that emitted a sickening gnawing sound. Ren Xiaoyao could feel the insects devouring his muscle fibers; the excruciating pain from the wound nearly made him lose consciousness, and cold sweat instantly soaked his clothes. Worse still, as they fed, the Demonic Insects injected a special venom into the wound, accelerating its decay and weakening Ren Xiaoyao's resistance.
"Hahahaha, Ren Xiaoyao, you think you can easily reverse all this? How naive!" The laughter of the Creation Heavenly Demon was as piercing as fingernails scraping metal. Wherever the sound waves passed, the Chaos Qi on the ground instantly condensed into sharp bone spikes, which flew towards Ren Xiaoyao. These bone spikes drew strange arcs in the air, their surfaces flowing with dark purple Demonic Runes. Each one contained destructive power enough to destroy Golden Core Cultivator. The shrieking sound of the bone spikes tearing through the air intertwined with the Heavenly Demon's maniacal laughter, as if it were the prelude to death.
"I've been lying low on the Tianyan Continent for ten thousand years, watching you self-proclaimed righteous cultivators struggle to survive on this chessboard. It's not uncommon for me to find it amusing. The Evil Venerable of Wind is merely a pawn on my chessboard, and the Continent's Will, corrupted by demonic energy, is also a 'product' I've carefully cultivated." As he spoke, the Heavenly Demon casually grabbed, and countless memories surfaced in the void: how the Evil Venerable of Wind was invaded by demonic energy in the dead of night, how the Continent's Will was gradually infused with corrupting power over a thousand years—each scene accompanied by a shrill scream. Ren Xiaoyao looked at these scenes, a surge of rage rising within him, while simultaneously feeling a profound sense of powerlessness. The Evil Venerable of Wind's agonizing struggles and the gradual corruption of the Continent's Will struck his heart like a heavy hammer.
As he spoke, he raised his hand and waved it lightly. A chain formed of demonic energy suddenly wrapped around the neck of the projection of the Continent's Will Projection, dragging the cracked face in front of him. "Do you see this? This is the being you worship as a god. Now it is nothing but a puppet in my palm." The Continent's Will Projection roared in pain, its voice filled with resentment and despair. Its body struggled incessantly under the restraint of the demonic energy chain. Black Demonic Runes surged beneath its skin. With each twist, countless tiny Demonic Insects crawled out from the patterns, gnawing at the remaining divine radiance.
Even more terrifying, the eyes of the Continent's Will were gradually tainted by demonic energy, the vibrant green that once represented life being completely replaced by pitch black. When the last glimmer of light faded, a mournful cry echoed from the direction of the entire Tianyan Continent, as if the entire land was dying. In this mournful cry, Ren Xiaoyao heard the despair and helplessness of countless living beings, which strengthened his resolve to fight the Heavenly Demon. He seemed to see countless beings on the Tianyan Continent suffering, the cries of children, the sighs of the elderly, the roars of cultivators, all interwoven into a tragic scene.
Ren Xiaoyao's fingernails dug deeply into his palm, blood dripping down the Sword Spine, blooming into eerie blood flowers on the Chaos Greatsword. He suppressed the shock and anger surging within him, the Chaos Green Lotus spinning wildly in his sea of consciousness, barely maintaining a clear mind. "So it was you who was behind all this! Today, I will definitely eliminate you and restore peace to the Tianyan Continent!" Before his words had even finished, the Creation Heavenly Demon had already transformed into a black streak of light, its speed so fast that it left nine afterimages in the void. Each afterimage carried a sharp demonic aura, like nine sharp blades, attacking Ren Xiaoyao from different directions.
Wherever the afterimage passed, space was torn open with black fissures, from which seeped dark green venom, dripping onto the Chaos Qi and instantly creating plumes of poisonous smoke. Even the void itself began to dissolve in its wake. When the venom touched Ren Xiaoyao's clothing, the fabric instantly turned to ash, revealing skin corroded and speckled beneath. Ren Xiaoyao could feel the burning sensation emanating from his corroded skin, as if a thousand silver needles were piercing him simultaneously. He gritted his teeth, but his eyes showed no fear, and the Chaos Greatsword in his hand was already poised for attack. Blood and golden light intertwined on the blade, as if foreshadowing the ferocity of the battle to come.
In the nick of time, Ren Xiaoyao instinctively raised his Chaos Greatsword to block in front of his chest. Claws formed from demonic energy grazed the blade, leaving five deep, bone-revealing grooves along its Sword Spine. Corrosive power spread wildly along the sword's grooves, dimming the golden light and sending up plumes of smoke. The Golden Dragon Phantom on the sword let out a mournful cry, its scales peeling away and turning into golden dust that drifted into the void, as if enduring immense pain. Worse still, the demonic energy seeped into his meridians along the sword, burning wherever it passed, the excruciating pain making it almost impossible for Ren Xiaoyao to grip the hilt.
He could feel the demonic energy condensing into sharp Ice Crystals in his meridians, constantly piercing his internal organs as his blood flowed. Each breath felt like swallowing blades. Ren Xiaoyao's forehead was covered with large beads of sweat, and his body trembled slightly from the intense pain, but his will grew stronger. Within his meridians, demonic energy and spiritual power clashed continuously, each collision like a thunderclap exploding within his body, shaking his internal organs as if they were about to shift.
Before he could react, the second wave of the Creation Heavenly Demon's attack arrived— Heavenly Demon energies transformed into thousands of pitch-black tadpoles, densely swarming towards Ren Xiaoyao's seven orifices. These tadpole-shaped demonic energies emitted eerie "sizzling" sounds in the air, as if some evil creature was greedily breathing. Upon touching Ren Xiaoyao's skin, they immediately corroded bloody holes, and excruciating pain swept through his entire body like a tidal wave. Black viscous fluid continuously oozed from the corroded flesh, and tiny tentacles extended from the fluid, attempting to burrow into his meridians.
Ren Xiaoyao could even feel the tentacles gnawing at his internal organs; a metallic sweetness welled up in his throat, and he forced himself not to spit out blood. The tentacles left a net-like pattern of scars on his skin, each scar shimmering with an eerie purple light. His consciousness began to blur, but with his indomitable will, he still gripped the sword tightly in his hand. He knew that if he let go, it would be the end of the Tianyan Continent. The teachings of his sect and the faces of his loved ones kept flashing through his mind, becoming the driving force for him to persevere.
Ren Xiaoyao bit his tongue hard, spitting a mouthful of Essence Blood onto the sword. The Chaos Greatsword immediately roared, its golden Sword-Ray surging three zhang (approximately 10 meters) high. Wherever the Sword Aura passed, demonic energy tadpoles exploded, the explosions like firecrackers, and shrill screams could be faintly heard from within the black smoke. However, this was merely an appetizer. The Creation Heavenly Demon formed strange hand seals and chanted incantations. Suddenly, the entire void caved in, transforming into a giant millstone, trapping Ren Xiaoyao firmly in its center.
The space around the edge of the millstone began to twist and fold, forming countless sharp spatial blades that sliced back and forth in the void. Each time these spatial blades slashed, they left fine wounds on Ren Xiaoyao's skin, and blood splattered like raindrops, only to turn into black steam the moment it came into contact with demonic energy. Ren Xiaoyao's clothes were already soaked in blood, and his body was covered in wounds. His body grew weaker and weaker, but his eyes remained resolute. Every Dao Wound his body told a story of the difficulty of this battle, but his gaze never wavered.
The edge of the millstone shimmered with a ghostly blue light, and Black Chains continuously extended from the void, attempting to bind Ren Xiaoyao. Ancient Demonic Runes were inscribed on the chains, each Dao Patterns radiating an evil power; once entangled, one would be drained of life. The chains were also inlaid with countless skulls of vengeful spirits, their empty eye sockets gleaming with an eerie green light, emitting a teeth-grinding grinding sound with the swinging of the chains. Some chains even had barbs extending from their ends, tracing deadly arcs through the air.
As a chain grazed Ren Xiaoyao's arm, its barbs instantly hooked into his muscle. Ren Xiaoyao swung his sword with all his might, severing the chain but tearing away large chunks of flesh. Black granulation tissue immediately sprouted from the wound, attempting to reconnect the broken chain. Enduring the excruciating pain, Ren Xiaoyao continued his battle against the Heavenly Demon. He had only one belief in his heart: to protect the Tianyan Continent. Even if he was covered in wounds, even if he were shattered to pieces, he would not hesitate. At his wound, black granulation tissue intertwined with blood, forming a bizarre and tragic scene.
"Die!" With a sinister laugh, the center of the millstone exploded, and countless black Demon Blade poured down like a reversed Milky Way. The shrill sound of the Demon Blade cutting through the air was like the scythe of Death God swinging in his ears. Ren Xiaoyao used the Green Lotus Footwork to dodge and weave through the Sword Rain, each swing of his sword sending Heavenly Fire flying everywhere. The Demon Blade grazed his clothes, tearing his Daoist robe into shreds and leaving bloody wounds on his skin.
Even more terrifying, with each Demon Blade he shattered, a wisp of demonic energy would burrow into his meridians through the wound, writhing and thrashing within him like a living snake, burning him until he nearly fainted. His consciousness began to blur, and his vision distorted, but his resolve grew ever stronger. The Green Lotus Phantom in his dantian flickered, each dimming accompanied by excruciating pain, yet it stubbornly radiated light. On the edge of his consciousness, he seemed to see the faces of his sect elders, their earnest teachings echoing in his ears, giving him the strength to persevere. Scenes of his cultivation with the elders constantly surfaced in his mind; those warm memories became the light that guided him against the darkness.
Ren Xiaoyao silently vowed in his heart that even if he had to use his last bit of strength, he would eradicate this Creation Heavenly Demon. He gripped his sword tightly, preparing to meet the next attack. Although his sword was covered with cracks, it still radiated a resolute light. He knew that this sword was not only his weapon, but also a symbol of his belief in protecting the Tianyan Continent.
"Break!" Ren Xiaoyao roared, channeling his last bit of spiritual power into the Chaos Greatsword. The Golden Dragon Phantom on the sword suddenly awakened, its roar echoing through the Origin Void, slashing towards the Creation Demon with the power to World Creation the heavens and Creation Heavenly Demon. However, this sword strike, powerful enough to cleave mountains and shatter seas, vanished without a trace the moment it touched the opponent's Black Demonic Shield. Ancient Demonic Runes appeared on the shield's surface, completely absorbing the sword's momentum. The aftershocks caused Ren Xiaoyao's blood to surge, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
He staggered back a few steps, the Chaos Greatsword nearly slipping from his grasp. His hand was lacerated by the impact, blood dripping from the hilt. Spiderweb-like cracks appeared in the void beneath his feet, as if it were about to collapse at any moment. Tiny Space Fragments pierced his calves, causing excruciating pain. These fragments shimmered with an eerie light within his muscles, constantly releasing corrosive power, causing large patches of skin around the wounds to peel away. His body swayed precariously, but he struggled to stay upright, refusing to fall. He knew that if he fell, he would never have the chance to protect the Tianyan Continent again.
Ren Xiaoyao knelt on one knee, his body swaying precariously, but he still did not lower his sword. He was waiting for an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow to the Heavenly Demon. He knew that opportunity always favors the prepared, and he was already prepared. His eyes still shone with a determined light as he waited for the moment that could turn the tide of battle, even if that moment might cost him his life.
The aftershocks of the battle swept across the entire Origin Void like a hurricane. Chaos Qi surged continuously from Space Cracks, intertwining with demonic energy and golden light to form a raging Energy Turbulence. Distant flashes of light, like maddened fireflies, streaked towards the two with long tails of light; wandering lightning transformed into ferocious Thunder Dragon, roaring wildly in the void. Ren Xiaoyao's hair stood on end in the Energy Turbulence, and fine cracks appeared on his Chaos Greatsword. He gazed at the composed Creation Heavenly Demon not far away, and an unprecedented sense of crisis welled up in his heart—if he could not find the opponent's weakness soon, not only would he perish here, but the entire Tianyan Continent would also be doomed.
At this moment, his spiritual energy was nearly depleted, each breath accompanied by excruciating pain, black blood continuously seeping from his wounds, and the burden on his body growing heavier and heavier. Worse still, he could feel demonic energy eroding his sea of consciousness, attempting to control his mind. Within his sea of consciousness, he waged an invisible battle against the demonic energy; each resistance caused his head to throb with pain, and various illusions flashed before his eyes, trying to shake his will. But Ren Xiaoyao constantly recalled his cultivation journey, remembered those who supported him, thus strengthening his resolve. In his sea of consciousness, he fiercely battled the demonic energy; each victory made him more determined, and each defeat made him more resilient.
Just then, Ren Xiaoyao suddenly noticed that the Wind Dao Seed, which had been devoured, was throbbing wildly in the chest of the Creation Heavenly Demon, its black patterns twisting like a living thing. A bold idea flashed through his mind. He gripped his sword hilt, activated the Green Lotus Secret Technique to its limit, and his body blazed with golden light, like a small sun. The Chaos Green Lotus in his sea of consciousness also began to spin wildly, each petal bursting with Dazzling Light, ancient runes faintly emerging within the light, as if chanting an ancient Battle Song. Wherever the runes touched, the surrounding demonic energy hissed, like ice and snow being scorched by the blazing sun.
But as the Secret Method circulated, Ren Xiaoyao's meridians began to succumb to the immense power, emitting a tearing pain. Under the impact of the powerful force, his meridians were like a river about to burst its banks, with blood vessels showing terrifying bulges, as if they would explode at any moment. Ren Xiaoyao's skin turned red from the immense power, and sweat dripped incessantly from his forehead. He gritted his teeth and continued to circulate the Secret Method. He knew that this might be his last chance. Success or failure hinged on this moment, and he could not back down in the slightest. His body trembled in excruciating pain, but his will was as hard as steel. He was waging a final battle against the limits of his body.
Ren Xiaoyao took a deep breath, mobilizing all the power within his body, preparing to deliver a fatal blow to the Creation Heavenly Demon.