After Ren Xiaoyao stepped into the Chaos Realm, the aura surrounding him unfolded like a slowly unfurling Ancient Scroll, weaving the Chaos Rhythm of the Beginning of Heaven and Earth into his breath and blood. Each of his Inhale and Exhale seemed to reenact the tremors of the universe's birth, and the faintly visible Chaos Dao Patterns on his robes traced the trajectories of falling Starfall and rising moons with the flow of his breath. The Chaos Power formed an invisible domain around him, and wherever it passed, the Space-time Rules were gently stirred like a fragile veil, rippling in layers. Ancient Chaos Proverbs occasionally appeared in the void; those characters condensed from Chaos Qi recorded the Creation Secrets buried by time.
He stood atop the Chaos Mountain Range, hands clasped behind his back. Beneath his feet, the clouds, drawn by the Chaos Power, transformed into High Antiquity gluttonous Taotie, devouring the heavens and earth, then condensed into Candle Dragon, swallowing yin and yang. Amidst the churning clouds, countless Gods and Devils faces of gods and demons could be vaguely seen rising and falling, roaring or weeping—all remnants of the Ancient Beings who perished at the Beginning of Chaos. These faces were sometimes clear as if they truly existed, and sometimes vanished into the clouds, as if recounting the tragedy and devastation of ancient times. Even more strikingly, occasionally, earth-shattering battle cries echoed from within the clouds, the lingering echoes of an ancient God-Demon War, reverberating long afterward in this Chaos Domain.
His purplish-gold eyes pierced the universe. Even though the Creation Heavenly Demon was hidden behind the eighteen layers of Space-time Barrier in the far north of the Tianyan Continent's Dark Abyss, the Destructive Aura that carried the wails of countless lives still rippled clearly in his Divine Sense like a spiderweb soaked in venom. Ren Xiaoyao's brows twitched slightly, and an ancient Chaos Star Chart appeared in his eyes, each star corresponding to a Space Nodes in the Dark Abyss. He could clearly sense the flow of every trace of demonic energy in the Dark Abyss, the birth of every evil thought, as if reading an open book of darkness. Moreover, he could even trace the source of this demonic energy and know the clues to every evil plan of the Creation Heavenly Demon.
At this moment, the Creation Heavenly Demon huddled deep within the Dark Abyss, in a demonic Devil Palace forged from the Gods and Demons Skeletons. Thick, tar-like demonic blood flowed along the Devil Palace walls, sealing the faces of countless vengeful spirits within them. Whenever the wind blew, cries of pleas for mercy echoed from the walls. The sealed faces were twisted with despair, their eyes filled with a yearning for life and hatred for the Creation Heavenly Demon. Their voices reverberated within the Devil Palace, creating a chilling atmosphere. Some of the vengeful spirits' eyes even continued to move, silently accusing this endless suffering; their tears had long since dried, leaving only deep tear tracks.
Thousands of dark chains hung from the dome of the Devil Palace, their ends adorned with countless Soul Fire Lanterns. The Nether-Green Ghost Fire within these lanterns flickered strangely, illuminating the distorted reliefs on the walls—scenes of the horrific destruction of High Antiquity Immortal Domain by the Heavenly Demon. The expressions of despair on the faces of the Immortals and Gods before they turned to ashes were frozen in time by Demonic Runes, becoming eternal sacrifices to nourish this palace. Each relief was like a frozen tragedy, recording the atrocities of the Creation Heavenly Demon and the destruction of those Immortal Domain. Even more terrifying, the scenes within the reliefs occasionally shifted subtly, the Immortals and Gods seemingly making a final struggle beneath their frozen expressions, yet ultimately unable to escape their fate of being devoured.
Outside the Devil Palace, the boiling black Demonic River churned with translucent souls, each wave bursting forth with the piercing cries of children. These imprisoned vengeful spirits clawed futilely at the riverbed, their mangled limbs crawling with Spirit-Devouring Worm that gnawed away their last vestiges of life into dust. In the center of the Demonic River stood Altar built of white bones, upon which stood twelve blood-stained Scepter, their heads inlaid with Demonic Crystal that greedily absorbed the essence of the vengeful spirits. Strange ripples occasionally spread across the Demonic River's surface, as if countless invisible hands were struggling in the water, trying to escape this terrible prison. From the depths of the Demonic River, low groans echoed from time to time, the final Remnant Souls of Living Beings.
The Creation Heavenly Demon sat cross-legged on a throne forged from the molten corpses of a thousand Gods and Devils, the jet-black chains binding him oozing streaks of purple blood. With each tremor of the chains, inscribed with Old Devil runes, countless tiny wails erupted from the patterns, like a million evil spirits tearing at his flesh. Grayish-black mist surged from the wound on his chest; the Origin Wounds inflicted in his last battle with Ren Xiaoyao was now rotting at a visible speed, as if countless invisible hands were tearing at his soul. The Creation Heavenly Demon's body convulsed in agony, his eyes filled with fear and resentment, yet he was powerless to escape the encroaching doom. His fingernails dug deeply into the throne, blood dripping from between his fingers, but this did nothing to alleviate the pain.
Ren Xiaoyao's gaze narrowed slightly. With a single step, the space beneath his feet shattered like Glazed Ice by a tremendous force, countless spiderweb-like cracks spreading outwards. The Space-time Laws twisted into vortexes beneath his feet, countless afterimages of Parallel Universes flickering within the cracks—futures he had never experienced, and Ancient Battlefield long since vanished. His figure appeared and disappeared within these afterimages, as if simultaneously existing in countless worlds, each afterimage representing a possibility, a trajectory of destiny. Within these afterimages, one could also see blurry figures, seemingly people intricately connected to him, enacting different stories in different timelines.
His figure transformed into a stream of light imbued with the Chaos Dao Charm. Wherever he passed, the Star Trails shifted, and the Space-time Laws were briefly distorted. Nebula he passed were pulled into bizarre shapes by this force, and distant Black Hole ceased their devouring, as if sensing the awe of some ancient power. The entire universe seemed to tremble at his actions; the light of stars dimmed, and the order of spacetime was briefly disrupted, all in preparation for the arrival of this powerful being of the Chaos Realm. In the Star Realms he passed through, some ancient star Altar began to awaken, emitting mysterious light, as if responding to the Chaos Power within him.
When he appeared above the Dark Abyss, the entire ocean of demonic energy surged and boiled. The thick, inky mist, like snow melting under the scorching sun, frantically dissipated into wisps of black smoke. The vengeful spirits in the Demonic River fell silent abruptly, then erupted in deafening cheers. Their mangled arms stretched out of the river, waving wildly at the Golden Figure in the sky. The ghostly flames in the eye sockets of the giant skull hovering above the Dark Abyss instantly extinguished, and its massive skull crumbled inch by inch under the pressure, turning into black dust that fell in a flurry. The demonic energy in the Dark Abyss began to flee frantically, trying to escape this powerful force, but no matter where they fled, they could not escape the fate of being purified. Some of the demonic energy condensed into various terrifying monsters during their escape, but they vanished the moment they came into contact with Ren Xiaoyao's aura.
The Creation Heavenly Demon suddenly opened his eyes, two clusters of crimson demonic flames exploding deep within his pupils. His roar was laced with a hoarseness from the damage to his very essence, " Ren Xiaoyao, how dare you..." Before he could finish speaking, the demonic energy around him erupted like a runaway volcano, thousands of Black Tentacles Sky-Rending Strike. Each tentacle bore a twisted human face, its mouth widened with fangs, emitting a piercing shriek. The Black Venom spewed from the tentacles' tips corroded countless tiny Black Hole in the air. These tentacles, like demons from hell, swarmed towards Ren Xiaoyao with a malice capable of destroying everything, attempting to devour him. Even more bizarrely, the faces on these tentacles changed constantly with the attack, sometimes appearing as kind old men, sometimes as innocent children, but always revealing a ferocious expression that sent chills down one's spine.
Ren Xiaoyao's robes billowed like sails. In the instant he raised his hand, a string of Chaos Runes lit up where his fingertips traced. These runes intertwined, transforming into a sword Sword Qi that stretched across the sky. The surface of the Sword Qi aura flowed with the Stars Appearing and Disappearing, containing the power to World Creation. Wherever the Sword Qi passed, space groaned under its unbearable weight, and even the spacetime foundation at the bottom of the Dark Abyss cracked like a spiderweb. That Sword Qi was like the Sword of Judgment of heaven and earth, slashing at those evil tentacles with unstoppable momentum. Countless tiny Primordial Chaos blades also surrounded the Sword Qi aura, instantly shredding the demonic energy in the space wherever they went, forming a vacuum zone.
As the Sword Qi struck, space seemed to be cleaved open by an invisible Giant Axe, revealing a bottomless Chaos Rift. The moment the Black Tentacles touched the Sword Qi, they emitted a crisp sound like shattering glass. The hideous faces turned to ashes amidst screams, and the tentacles themselves were shredded into Void by the Sword Qi. Even the dissipating black mist was burned to dust by the residual force of the Sword Qi. From the wound in space cut open by the Sword Qi, Chaos Qi continuously surged out, condensing into countless ancient proverbs in the void. These proverbs shimmered with a mysterious light, as if proclaiming the truth of the universe and announcing the imminent end of the Creation Heavenly Demon. Occasionally, some images of the future would appear within the proverbs, instilling both curiosity and fear in people towards the unknown.
Seeing the attack vanish without a trace, a flicker of despair flashed in the eyes of the Creation Heavenly Demon. But before he could react, Ren Xiaoyao had already traversed countless dimensions, appearing three feet in front of him. An invisible hand, formed from the Chaos Power, instantly gripped his neck. This power carried the vast, oppressive force of the Beginning of Chaos, as if the weight of the entire universe was pressing down on him. Twelve Chaos Pillar of Light rose around Ren Xiaoyao, each reflecting the heinous crimes committed by the Creation Heavenly Demon in the past. Within those pillars of light, scenes flashed continuously: the destruction of the Immortal Domain, the devastation of life. Each scene made the Creation Heavenly Demon tremble, filling him with unprecedented fear. In these scenes, one could also see the Creation Heavenly Demon's former self; perhaps he had once been kind, but had gradually lost himself in the darkness.
Ren Xiaoyao's icy voice echoed like the divine pronouncement of Heavenly Dao: "Your sins shall be repaid with the annihilation of your soul." As his words fell, a phantom of the Chaos Cauldron appeared in his palm. The Three Thousand Great Daos patterns engraved on the cauldron began to spin rapidly, forming a vortex that devoured all things. The vortex emitted a powerful attraction, as if it wanted to devour everything about the Creation Heavenly Demon, including his body, soul, and all evil power. Countless tiny runes also appeared around the Chaos Cauldron, forming a huge Seal Formation to prevent the Creation Heavenly Demon from escaping.
"Impossible! I am immortal..." The Creation Heavenly Demon struggled frantically, his demonic energy condensing into countless Demon Soldiers, which he slashed wildly at Ren Xiaoyao. But within the domain of Chaos Power, these Demon Soldiers were like paper swords in a child's hand, crumbling and dissipating upon contact. The skin on his neck began to crack, revealing the bones beneath flowing black demonic blood. The Creation Heavenly Demon's struggles seemed so futile; before Ren Xiaoyao's absolute power, his resistance was only in vain, and he could only watch helplessly as he headed for destruction. His eyes were filled with madness as he roared incessantly, trying to use his last strength to change his fate, but it was all in vain.
Ren Xiaoyao slowly tightened his grip, and the Heavenly Demon's bones cracked like popping beans. His body began to twist and deform, and countless writhing black lines rose beneath his skin, from which came the wails of countless creatures he had devoured. As the power increased, the Creation Heavenly Demon like broken Glazed Ice, exploding into a surging mass of demonic energy. From within the demonic energy came a roar of resentment, " Ren Xiaoyao! I Curse you to eternal damnation..." The mass of demonic energy churned wildly, trying to reform, but under the suppression of the Chaos Power, all was in vain. From within the demonic energy, some indistinct sounds could still be heard, like the creatures he had devoured cheering, celebrating their impending liberation.
Ren Xiaoyao flicked his finger, unleashing Chaos Fire that resembled Crimson Dragon, instantly engulfing the demonic energy. Within the flames, countless shrill screams rose and fell, the demonic energy violently twisting and contorting, attempting to solidify only to be repeatedly shattered by the flames. Ancient Purification Runes emerged from the Chaos Fire, moving like living beings, disintegrating the evil essence within the demonic energy one by one. As the flames burned, they reflected the remnants of many worlds devoured by the Heavenly Demon; those ruined cities and despairing faces found brief respite in the flames. Amidst these remnants, one could also see tenacious lives struggling to survive in the ruins, conveying a sense of life's resilience and indomitable spirit.
Gradually, the roar turned into a whimper, and the whimper faded into deathly silence, leaving only a Origin Pearl with a surface covered in ghostly patterns. Within the bead, faint crimson lightning flickered—the struggling resentment of countless beings. The Origin Pearl hovered in the air, trembling incessantly, attempting to break free from the constraints of space and escape, only to be pulled back by invisible chains of Primordial Chaos. The Origin Pearl exuded an evil yet powerful aura; each tremor seemed to be a final roar, but its fate was sealed, unable to escape purification. The ghostly patterns on the surface of the Origin Pearl would occasionally change expression, sometimes ferocious, sometimes pained, as if lamenting its own resentment.
Nine golden Chaos Runes lit up in Ren Xiaoyao's palm, forming Seal Formation that completely suppressed the Origin Pearl. He could clearly sense the rampant evil power within the pearl— the Destruction Origin condensed by the Creation Heavenly Demon after devouring three thousand Immortal Domain and refining countless lives. Within it were the wailing of remnant souls of Immortals and Gods, and the roaring resentment of Mortals. The ghostly face patterns on the surface of the Origin Pearl suddenly twisted into a strange smile, spewing out a black flame containing corrosive power. The black flame, with its strong corrosiveness, attempted to destroy the Seal Formation, but it was quickly quelled by Ren Xiaoyao's immense power. In the process of suppressing the Origin Pearl, the Seal Formation also absorbed the evil power within the pearl, transforming it into pure Chaos Power.
If this power is properly guided, it might become the key to repairing the Tianyan Continent Dragon Vein of the Tianyan Continent. Ren Xiaoyao flicked his finger at the black flames, and a Chaos Sword Qi instantly shattered them. At the same time, Chaos Furnace condensed in his palm, preparing to refine this power into pure life force. The Chaos Furnace emitted a mysterious light, and its internal space constantly rotated, purifying and transforming the evil power little by little, preparing for the repair of the Dragon Vein. Inside the Chaos Furnace, some blurry figures could be seen, seemingly purified beings reshaping their forms, waiting to be reborn.
The Dragon Vein of the Tianyan Continent are now riddled with holes. The Golden Giant Dragon phantom that once coiled beneath the continent is now only a broken half of its body, Black Demonic Qi seeping from its peeling scales, and dragon blood turning into poisonous mist that permeates the sky above the continent. The former Spirit Vein Nodes have now become Black Hole spewing demonic energy, each Black Hole devouring the surrounding life. The sky, polluted by demonic energy, has turned an eerie dark purple, and corrosive raindrops fall intermittently, carving bottomless pits into the earth. The land is desolate; the once vibrant life is long gone, replaced by an aura of death and despair. On this barren land, some remaining architectural ruins can still be seen, swaying precariously in the wind and rain, telling tales of past glory.
The once fertile plains have become a barren desert, rivers have dried up, revealing riverbeds littered with corpses, and enormous crimson vortexes float in the sky, occasionally punctuated by black lightning that carves Bottomless Ravines into the earth. The wails of vengeful spirits echo from the desert, the cries of innocent beings who perished at the Demonic Qi Erosion. The entire continent seems to be plunged into eternal night, devoid of hope, only endless darkness and suffering. Deep within the desert, mutated creatures infected by demonic energy lurk, lurking in the darkness, awaiting their prey.
Ren Xiaoyao arrived at the core of the broken Dragon Vein, where a vast abyss spanning thousands of miles had split open. From the Bottom of the Abyss came a chilling roar, and countless black tentacles reached out, attempting to drag the surrounding land into the abyss. The space at the edge of the abyss continued to collapse, forming a vortex that devoured everything, from which even light could not escape. The abyss was like a giant Black Hole, exuding an evil and terrifying aura, as if it wanted to swallow the entire continent. From time to time, low laughter could be heard from the abyss, sending chills down one's spine.
He tossed the Origin Pearl into the air, his hands forming intricate Law Seals as he chanted incantations. In an instant, countless Golden Runes erupted from his body, forming a massive array that enveloped the heavens and earth. The Origin Pearl trembled violently at the center of the array, its surface twisting and deforming, and the crimson lightning within gradually subsided. As the array operated, it emitted an ancient and grand bell-like sound, as if the Beginning of Heaven and Earth time were re-enacted. The Golden Runes shimmered with Dazzling Light, resonating with the Origin Pearl to form a powerful force that began to repair the damaged Dragon Vein. During the array's operation, ancient Deities phantoms could be seen moving within it, aiding in the Dragon Vein's repair.
As the runes continued to merge, the Origin Pearl emitted Dazzling Light, within which countless phantoms of living beings emerged. These phantoms, some sorrowful, some joyful, ultimately transformed into starlight and merged into the Dragon Vein. Wherever the light touched, demonic energy melted away like ice and snow, revealing the vibrant land beneath. The phantoms of those living beings seemed to express gratitude and respect to Ren Xiaoyao, their light merging into the Dragon Vein Dragon Vein, infusing it with new life and vitality. Some of these phantoms even bowed to Ren Xiaoyao before merging into the Dragon Vein, then vanished with satisfied smiles.
The cracked earth roared deafeningly, and the abyss began to slowly heal. The dark tentacles screamed in agony in the light, turning to ashes and vanishing. Tender green shoots sprouted anew from the healed earth, growing at a visible speed, rapidly covering the entire desert. The land began to recover, the former barrenness gradually replaced by green, and the power of life blossomed anew on this land. As the new shoots grew, small animals could be seen emerging from the ground, leaping joyfully amidst the new greenery, enjoying the long-lost vitality.
The golden phantom of the dragon Dragon Vein reformed, and as its eyes opened, two dazzling golden beams shot into the sky, dispelling the blood-red vortex that shrouded the continent. Dragon Vein dragon's roar, announcing its awakening, resounded throughout the heavens and earth, and the Divine Beast slumbering across the continent awoke and paid homage towards the Dragon Vein. The roar was filled with majesty and power, as if proclaiming the rebirth of the Tianyan Continent, and the Divine Beast ' worship showed their joy and awe at the Dragon Vein's revival. As the Divine Beast worshipped, the light emanating from their bodies intertwined, forming a beautiful picture.
On the barren land, tender green shoots sprouted at a visible speed, growing into towering trees in the blink of an eye; in the dried-up riverbeds, clear water gushed forth, washing away the corpses at the bottom and turning them into nutrients; in the sky, the azure sky reappeared, white clouds drifted like cotton wool, and the long-awaited sunlight shone on the earth, making everything shimmer. The joyful cries of various creatures echoed from the newly born forests, and long-lost Spirit Fish swam in the rivers. The entire continent was bursting with Vibrant Vitality, as if it had undergone a phoenix-like rebirth, and everything became so beautiful and full of hope. In the forests, mysterious elves could be seen flitting among the trees, using magic to protect this newborn land.
From the distant mountains came the roars of dragons, awakening the slumbering Earth Vein Spirits. They transformed into streams of light and flew towards the Dragon Vein, infusing them with new life. The spiritual Spirit Spring between the mountains gushed forth again, emitting rich Spiritual Qi and forming beautiful rainbows. The gushing of the Spirit Spring brought a refreshing atmosphere, and the appearance of the rainbows added a touch of brilliance to this land. The Tianyan Continent was restored to its former prosperity and beauty. Around the Spirit Spring, many creatures gathered to absorb Spiritual Qi energy, frolicking and playing by the Spirit Spring, enjoying this hard-won peace.
Ren Xiaoyao gazed at the continent gradually regaining its vitality, a relieved smile playing on his lips. He knew this was merely the beginning of a long journey of protection.