Ren Xiaoyao, struggling with his shattered meridians, channeled the last wisp of the Green Lotus Secret Technique into the Chaos Greatsword. The Golden Dragon Phantom, imbued with Origin Power, pierced straight at the heart of the Creation Heavenly Demon. Intense pain spread like wildfire through his meridians; each infusion of spiritual energy felt like tearing apart his already riddled body. Veins bulged on his forehead, and the blood vessels in his neck twisted like green snakes. Blood seeped from his clenched teeth, dripping down his chin and staining his clothes with a glaring crimson. The sweet, metallic taste in his mouth only fueled his fierce gaze, making his eyes burn like two clusters of burning Green Lotus True Fire. The Chaos Green Lotus in his dantian was almost dim, yet it stubbornly continued to rotate, each rotation accompanied by the piercing pain of torn meridians, channeling its remaining power into the sword. The Golden Dragon Phantom on the sword became ethereal and scorching, fine beads of blood seeping from its scales, merging with the ancient patterns on the blade.
The ancient patterns on the surface of the Demon Shield swirled wildly, and booming sounds emanated from the depths of the runes, as if Ancient Demon God was roaring in its slumber. The dark purple Demonic Runes twisted and writhed like living things, intertwining and weaving into an impenetrable defensive net. The demonic energy overflowing from the flowing runes condensed in the void into ferocious demonic faces. These demonic faces opened their gaping maws filled with fangs, emitting terrifying shrieks, and wherever their saliva dripped, ripples spread through the space. However, when the golden light carrying the Wind Dao Seed touched the Demon Shield, the patterns suddenly rippled, like a boulder being thrown into a calm lake. The Dao Seed, carrying the Spiritual Charm of heaven and earth, burst forth with Dazzling Light. Wherever it touched, the patterns on the Demon Shield were scorched and cracked, emitting a pungent burnt smell. The demonic faces screamed shrilly under the golden light, their skin cracked and peeled off, turning into billowing black smoke and dissipating, leaving only the echoing wails in the void.
The Heavenly Demon's pupils constricted sharply, and a blinding golden light suddenly exploded from his chest. The Dao Seed, enveloped in demonic energy, shone like a sun, evaporating all the surrounding demonic mist. The golden light pierced through the demonic energy like a sharp sword, and wherever it touched, the demonic energy emitted a shrill shriek, transforming into countless black mists and fleeing. For the first time, terror appeared on the Heavenly Demon's pale face. He staggered backward, the demonic energy around him trembling violently, as if in fear of this pure power. His black robe was scorched with countless holes by the golden light, revealing skin covered with strange incantations. The incantations twisted and deformed under the golden light, emitting a sizzling burning sound. Blood Bubbles swelled on the surface of his skin, then burst, flowing out dark green venom that dripped onto the ground, corroding deep pits that emitted black smoke.
The Origin Power and demonic energy collided violently, causing space to crack like glass, emitting a teeth-grinding shattering sound. The entire void twisted into a vortex under this force, and distant star fragments exploded into dust. Countless tiny Space-time Fragments, like sharp blades, slashed wantonly through the void, stirring the surrounding Chaos Qi into a violent Energy Turbulence. The Space-time Laws shattered in this collision, blurring the boundary between Reality and Illusion. Fragments of ancient memories seeped from the cracks—scenes of the Ancient God-Demon War, where giants wielded mountain-like weapons; the instant civilizations perished, cities turning to ashes in the Flame Sect; the sealed Forbidden Land, where countless chains bound unknown and Terrifying Existence, all flashed before our eyes before being quickly swept into the chaotic spacetime storm.
"Impossible!" The roar of the Creation Heavenly Demon shattered the void, and wherever the sound waves passed, countless black tentacles emerged from Space Cracks. The surface of these tentacles was covered with eerie eyes, each gleaming with a greedy, ghostly light, and sharp barbs grew from their tips. They frantically clawed at Ren Xiaoyao, leaving black, corrosive marks in their wake, attempting to drag him into deeper darkness. Some tentacles wrapped around his ankles, the barbs digging deep into his flesh, cold, sticky fluid seeping into the wounds and bringing a piercing, numbing sensation; others went straight for his eyes, the ghostly light shooting from them seeming to burn his soul.
Ren Xiaoyao's sword had pierced his left shoulder, and thick, asphalt-like demonic blood gushed out, congealing in the air into thousands of vengeful ghosts that lunged at him. The ghostly claws, carrying a chilling aura, sliced through him, leaving charred marks. A nauseating stench filled the air, as if the demons of the Nine Nether Hell had unleashed their fury. The ghosts let out piercing howls, the sound waves causing Ren Xiaoyao's eardrums to ache and his vision to blur. One of the ghosts opened its blood-red maw, revealing gleaming white fangs, and lunged straight for his throat. Its breath carried the stench of a thousand-year-old rotting corpse, making him want to vomit.
But then, the Green Lotus True Fire surging around Ren Xiaoyao erupted with a roar, its flames swirling with nine colors, like a newly born sun. Wherever the flames touched, the vengeful spirits let out piercing screams, their bodies twisting and deforming in the flames, their skin cracking, their bones shattering, before finally dissipating into green smoke. The Green Lotus True Fire collided with the demonic energy, producing crackling explosions and scattering Mars, illuminating the Primordial Chaos battlefield and reflecting on Ren Xiaoyao's resolute face. The True Fire formed a wall of fire around him, incinerating all the attacking vengeful spirits. The firelight illuminated the distorted face of the Heavenly Demon, whose killing intent intensified, a crazed grin curling at the corner of his mouth as he prepared to launch an even more lethal attack.
However, the demonic claws that the Heavenly Demon seized the opportunity to unleash pierced Ren Xiaoyao's right rib. A putrid stench spread along the wound, and half of his body instantly lost sensation. Demonic energy and spiritual power clashed wildly in his meridians, causing Ren Xiaoyao to see stars and feel a metallic taste in his throat, as if countless steel needles were churning his internal organs. His consciousness began to blur, but he still gripped the Chaos Greatsword tightly with his indomitable will. Demonic energy invaded his meridians along the wound, turning them black wherever it went, like corroded dead wood, with occasional cracking sounds, as if they were about to shatter completely at any moment.
Demonic energy and spiritual power clashed violently within his meridians. Ren Xiaoyao saw stars before his eyes, a metallic taste rising in his throat, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth onto the Chaos Greatsword, only to be absorbed by the blade and transformed into a dim light. He could clearly feel the demonic energy slithering through his meridians like venomous snakes, each invasion bringing excruciating pain. The Chaos Greatsword, in this life-or-death moment, seemed to be attempting to establish a deeper resonance with him; its blade throbbed slightly, pulsating. The Golden Dragon Phantom within the sword suddenly raised its head and roared, its light surging. The dragon's body coiled around his meridians, engaging in a fierce battle with the demonic energy, forcing it back somewhat, but also subjecting his meridians to a double tearing pain.
The Origin Void began to collapse amidst violent tremors, countless Space-time Fragments falling like meteors, each carrying remnants of different times and spaces. Some fragments flashed of bustling immortal Immortal Domain, where immortals danced in the clouds and palaces shone with dazzling light; others reflected desolate Ancient Battlefield, littered with corpses, rivers of blood, and tattered flags fluttering in the wind; still others depicted eerie Netherworld, where countless wronged souls wandered and wailed. These shattered memories of spacetime vanished like dreams and bubbles with the collapsing void, leaving only endless Primordial Chaos. Space-time Fragments grazed Ren Xiaoyao's skin, leaving tiny wounds. The blood seeping from these wounds congealed into strange runes in the air before being swept away by the Space-time Turbulence and disappearing.
With his last ounce of strength, Ren Xiaoyao unleashed the Green Lotus Sword Incantation. His Sword Qi transformed into countless Green Lotus Phantom, colliding violently with the Heavenly Demon's Destruction Demon Light. The instant the two forces collided, the entire void seemed to be torn apart, the intense light eclipsing all color. Only a deafening roar remained, like the thunderous sound of the Beginning of Heaven and Earth, shaking Ren Xiaoyao so much that his internal organs seemed to shift, his consciousness gradually fading into darkness. His hair stood on end in the Energy Storm, his Daoist robe torn to shreds, revealing his wounded body. Blood gushed from every Dao Wound, only to be instantly evaporated by the Energy Storm.
A massive Energy Storm swept across the heavens and earth, the deafening roar causing Ren Xiaoyao's eardrums to bleed and Black Blood to seep from his seven orifices, his consciousness beginning to blur. His body swayed like a fallen leaf in the storm, every inch of his skin bearing immense pressure, his bones groaning under the unbearable strain. Yet, his will was as tenacious as steel; even in his fading consciousness, he steadfastly held onto his belief in protecting the Tianyan Continent. In the Primordial Chaos of his consciousness, he seemed to see the faces of countless beings on the Tianyan Continent, his elders and companions from his sect—these images sustained him from collapse. His master's teachings echoed continuously in his mind, and though the sword in his hand was broken, he still gripped it tightly, as if it were the only connection between him and his faith.
As the light faded, the two vanished into the distorted Space-time Vortex, leaving only the shattered void to silently recount the fierce battle. Residual demonic energy intertwined with the aura of the Azure Lotus, forming a bizarre Energy Vortex that lingered for a long time. Afterimages of the battle flashed within the vortex, as if telling tales of this breathtaking duel to those who followed, and awaiting the next earth-shattering clash. At the edge of the shattered void, mysterious runes flickered, seemingly recording this battle that could change the fate of heaven and earth. These runes emitted a faint light, flickering with the rotation of the Energy Vortex, as if guarding this earth-shattering secret, or perhaps summoning a destined person to decipher its mysteries.
Deep within the Chaos Mountain Range on the northwestern border of the Tianyan Continent, Ren Xiaoyao, covered in blood, crashed into the entrance of the Chaos Secret Realm. The black corrosive marks on his wounds continued to slowly spread, festering his skin and revealing bare white bones. The corrosive marks writhed like living things, constantly eroding his life force, each pulsation bringing a chilling cold. His breathing was weak and rapid, each gasp accompanied by a violent cough, blood staining his tattered clothes. His fingernails dug deeply into his palms, trying to stay awake with the pain, yet his eyes remained steadfastly fixed on the Bronze Giant Gate before him. His body left long trails of blood on the ground, each trail being absorbed by the eerie power of the Chaos Mountain Range the moment it touched the earth, transforming into wisps of black mist that rose upwards.
With each breath, a tearing pain shot through his chest, as if his internal organs were being scorched by demonic energy, and his spiritual power flickered like a candle in the wind. His vision was blurred, yet he stared intently at the Bronze Giant Gate before him, his eyes burning with an indomitable flame. Despite his physical limits, his heart remained filled with a thirst for power and a belief in defeating the Creation Heavenly Demon. Images of his battles with the Heavenly Demon flashed through his mind, as he pondered its weaknesses and prepared for the next duel. He recalled the intricate patterns of the Heavenly Demon Shield, considering how to more precisely target its weaknesses; he reflected on the characteristics of demonic energy, pondering how to counter it with the Green Lotus Power.
Dark clouds churned above the Secret Realm, flashes of dark purple lightning intermittently streaking through them. The roars of ancient beasts echoed, and the ground trembled, as if the entire mountain range were awakening. The lightning contained World-Destroying Power; each bolt illuminated the eerie scene within the Secret Realm. The roars of the beasts shook the earth, inspiring fear. Yet, none of this could shake Ren Xiaoyao's resolve to advance. He slowly rose, his steps faltering, but he still walked resolutely towards the giant gate. Each step was accompanied by the cracking of his bones and the tearing pain of his wounds, but his back remained ramrod straight, like a warrior about to go into battle, fearlessly heading towards the unknown challenge.
He bit his tongue, using his Essence Blood to draw Spirit-Drawing Array on the ground. Each stroke was accompanied by excruciating pain as he forcefully suppressed the surging demonic energy within him. The Essence Blood meandered across the ground, emitting a faint light that contrasted sharply with the surrounding darkness. As the array was completed, he felt the demonic energy within him subside slightly. He staggered and stepped into the floating Bronze Giant Gate. High Antiquity the gate, seemingly scrutinizing this uninvited guest, or perhaps testing his qualifications. The light emitted by the runes swept across his body, causing a sharp pain, as if checking his eligibility to enter. Within the light, he saw the patterns formed by the runes constantly changing, like ancient scrolls telling the mysterious history and powerful Guardian Power of the Chaos Secret Realm.
Deep within the Secret Realm, the Chaos Envoy stood clad in armor forged from Star Fragments. These Star Fragments shimmered intermittently, radiating a mysterious and powerful light. Each Star Fragments seemed to contain the Mysteries of the Universe; as the light flowed, one could almost see Star River twinkling upon it, inspiring awe and fear. The armor rose and fell slightly with the messenger's breath, emitting a soft, ethereal sound, like heavenly music, yet concealing murderous intent. The messenger stood amidst the Primordial Chaos mist, his figure appearing and disappearing, exuding an unfathomable and oppressive aura. Each of his breaths caused violent fluctuations in the surrounding Primordial Chaos mist, from which various strange illusions would surface: a vast starry sky, a burning world, and countless beings struggling in despair.
The Xuanhuang Battle Halberd in his hand exuded a World Creation pressure, its tip swirling with Chaos Qi. This Chaos Qi swirled like clouds, sometimes coalescing into a ferocious face, sometimes transforming into a roaring beast; every breath seemed capable of Sky-Rending Strike, proclaiming the power of the newcomer. As the halberd was swung, the surrounding space groaned under its strain, as if it might shatter at any moment. The halberd tip sliced through the void, leaving a black crack from which a strange green liquid seeped, dripping onto the ground and instantly corroding a bottomless pit. The green liquid continued to writhe, growing tiny tentacles, attempting to grasp anything that approached.
"Outsider, if you wish to seize the Chaos Origin, you must first pass my test!" The Chaos Envoy's voice resounded throughout the Secret Realm like a booming bell, the sound waves vibrating the air and creating ripples of energy. The surrounding Chaos Qi surged, as if responding to the messenger's majesty. His voice contained immense power, making Ren Xiaoyao's eardrums ache, yet also igniting his fighting spirit. Ren Xiaoyao gripped his sword tightly, and a faint golden light once again burst forth from the cracks in the blade, as if echoing his resolve. That golden light shone brightly in the Primordial Chaos mist, yet appeared somewhat insignificant under the Chaos Envoy's oppressive aura, as if it might be swallowed up at any moment.
Before the envoy could finish speaking, the battle halberd transformed into countless falling stars, each containing the power to destroy mountains. Where they struck, the ground collapsed, forming a bottomless crater. The stars streaked across the sky, leaving dazzling trails, but upon impact with the ground, they unleashed terrifying power, sending dust and debris flying. The crater emanated Chaos Qi, corroding everything around it. Some of the debris, enveloped by this Chaos Qi, transformed into grotesque monsters that lunged at Ren Xiaoyao. These monsters varied in form; some had countless eyes and tentacles, others were covered in sharp spikes, spewing corrosive venom. They roared, displaying an extreme thirst for life and intense hostility towards Ren Xiaoyao.
Ren Xiaoyao channeled his remaining spiritual energy, and faint golden light burst forth from the cracks in the Chaos Greatsword. Each swing of his sword left behind afterimages of azure lotuses, yet upon contact with the stars, they emitted a piercing metallic clang. The impact caused his hand to split open, blood flowing down the hilt of the sword, and excruciating pain shot through his arm, but his grip on the sword only hardened. Each swing brought him a tearing pain in his meridians, yet it also brought him one step closer to victory. His Swordsmanship grew increasingly fierce, the afterimages of azure lotuses weaving a net in the air, attempting to block the falling stars. However, the power of the stars was too great; the afterimages of azure lotuses shattered upon contact, dissipating into the air, leaving only a faint aura of azure lotuses.
The battle raged for seven days and seven nights. Throughout this long period, Ren Xiaoyao's duel with the Chaos Envoy never ceased. Every attack, every defense, drained his last ounce of strength. His body grew increasingly exhausted, his consciousness fluctuating between clarity and stagnation, yet his gaze remained ever more resolute, as if he were fighting against fate. He held only one belief: to obtain the Chaos Origin and defeat the Creation Heavenly Demon. During these seven days and seven nights, he constantly adjusted his tactics, observed the Messenger's weaknesses, and searched for opportunities to counterattack. He noticed that each time the Messenger swung his halberd, the Star Fragments on his armor would briefly dim—perhaps this was the key to a breakthrough.
Ren Xiaoyao's Daoist robe had long since turned to shreds, his body covered in new wounds layered upon old ones. Blood stained the Chaos Stone beneath his feet purple, softening its surface from the blood. His body was covered in scars, each Dao Wound telling a story of the battle's brutality. Some wounds were still bleeding, others had scabbed over, only to be torn open again by new attacks. Yet he stood firm, like a towering mountain, steadfast in his goal. Tiny insects crawled all over his wounds, gnawing at his flesh, but he seemed oblivious to the pain, focused solely on his opponent. The insects burrowed in and out of his wounds, causing the surrounding skin to swell, ulcerate, and emit a nauseating stench.
His hair was disheveled and stuck to his face, Black Blood constantly spilled from the corner of his mouth, his hand gripping the sword trembled uncontrollably, and his arms were covered with deep, bone-revealing wounds inflicted by the halberd. Yet he still gripped the hilt tightly, even though his fingers were numb and his arms had lost all feeling, he never let go. His eyes revealed a resolute determination, a determination to never give up until he achieved his goal. His eyes were bloodshot, yet they still shone with a firm light, like two flames that would never be extinguished. His lips were cracked and covered with scabs, yet he still silently recited the battle Mnemonic in his mind, summoning the last bit of strength from his body.
As the Chaos Envoy's halberd swung down again, he suddenly threw his sword to the ground, forming Green Lotus Hand Seal with both hands, and met the attack—powerful enough to cleave space—with his own flesh and blood. A searing pain instantly engulfed his entire body; he felt his bones cracking, his meridians nearly shattered, and his internal organs as if they were about to be crushed by the force. His vision blurred with blood. But he gritted his teeth, summoning his last ounce of strength, preparing to perish together with the Chaos Envoy. Blue lotus patterns appeared on his skin, resonating with the Law Seals, radiating a soft yet resolute light. These blue lotus patterns moved continuously across his skin, as if absorbing the surrounding Chaos Qi, or transforming his life force into immense power.
"Boom!" The instant the Chaos Power collided with the Green Lotus Power, the Chaos Green Lotus in Ren Xiaoyao's sea of consciousness suddenly burst forth with countless rays of light, within which ancient Heavenly Dao Patterns emerged. The light illuminated the entire Secret Realm, the ancient Heavenly Dao Patterns shimmering with a mysterious radiance, as if telling the story of the origin and end of the universe. Wherever the light touched, the Chaos Qi dissipated, revealing a clear sky. In this light, Ren Xiaoyao saw the true essence of heaven and earth, the origin of all things. He seemed to be standing at the Beginning of Chaos, witnessing the birth of heaven and earth, the nurturing of life, and the flow of the Great Dao.
The messenger's armor shattered inch by inch, Star Fragments scattered, and the Xuanhuang Battle Halberd turned to dust, dissipating into the Chaos Qi. The Chaos Envoy let out a defiant roar, his body gradually becoming transparent in the light, finally turning into a wisp of green smoke and vanishing, his power merging into the Primordial Chaos. As the messenger disappeared, the oppressive aura in the Secret Realm gradually dissipated, replaced by a peaceful atmosphere. The giant crater on the ground began to heal, the Chaos Qi gradually subsided, and everything returned to calm. Where the messenger vanished, a Star Fragments shimmered faintly, as if it were his last act of defiance.
The Chaos Origin slowly emerged from the void, transforming into a drop of purple liquid flowing with the Three Thousand Great Daos, which dripped into Ren Xiaoyao's brow. The purple liquid moved like a living thing, flowing down his brow and into his body. Wherever it touched, the cells seemed to be reborn, filled with vigorous vitality. Ren Xiaoyao could feel a powerful force surging within him, repairing his Damaged Meridians and body.