The suction force emanating from the Chaos Cauldron suddenly surged, as if the surrounding space was being gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand. Even the light here was twisted into a spiral shape, like silk being thrown into a vortex. Every strand of light struggled and entangled in the vortex, eventually being twisted into fine threads of light. Between these threads, one could see tiny spatial folds trembling slightly, and within these folds, faint afterimages of the past could be seen—the fleeting shadows of ancient cultivators riding their swords, their robes fluttering and stirring up tiny spiritual stars; the silhouettes of Savage Wilderness beasts roaring through the mountains and forests, their fangs still bearing traces of undried blood; it seemed as if countless Space-time Fragments were intertwining here, colliding and creating crackling sparks of spacetime.
The fleeing wisp of gray smoke was firmly trapped within it. The Great Skeleton Demon used its last bit of Origin Spiritual Energy to surge forward. As the spiritual Spiritual Qi flowed through the bones, it stirred up Mars. These Mars landed on the bone surfaces and scorched tiny pits, still bearing the scorch marks of the Spiritual Qi. The edges of the scorch marks emanated a faint black mist, within which countless tiny vengeful spirits howled, yet only creating tiny ripples at the edge of the vortex. Within these ripples, one could see the afterimages of its bones continuously disintegrating. Even the arc of broken finger bones and the traces of Black Blood remaining between the bone seams were clearly discernible. One could even glimpse the black mist of resentment swirling within the bone marrow, where countless shrunken phantoms of vengeful spirits were curled up, tearing and gnawing at each other.
Every inch of bone creaked under the Chaos Power, the sound waves layering upon each other, like countless pieces of rotten wood breaking simultaneously, or like millions of pebbles being crushed on a millstone. Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the dark golden bone surface, spreading faster than flowing water. Wherever they passed, the dark golden luster on the bone surface faded like the receding tide, revealing the grayish-white bone inside. Fine pores could be seen on the bone, traces of being eroded by resentment. Black mist occasionally rose from the pores, sizzling and burning when it encountered light, turning into wisps of green smoke and dissipating.
The black blood oozing out from the cracks condensed into walnut-sized blood beads in the air. The blood beads reflected the ferocious faces of countless innocent souls - there were armored warriors raising their swords to chop. The rust on the armor and the wear and tear on the armor plates were clearly visible. The cloth strips wrapped around the handles of the swords had been polished and shiny, and the fibers of the cloth strips were all broken. Counting, there are still tiny blood scabs stuck between the fibers, but they always stop at the moment of waving their arms; a woman holding a baby lowers her head to protect the baby in her arms. The baby's curled fingers, the white hair on the woman's temples, and the patches on the skirt are all clearly visible. The stitches of the patches are crooked, and there is still a little dust on the threads. The surprise in her eyes Fear of solidifying into eternity, even the tears in the corners of the eyes have not dissipated. The tear stains are still mixed with fine dust, and the dust is wrapped with broken memory fragments; there is an old man who stretches out his withered hands, and the age spots on the back of his hands are like faded ink spots. There is still dirt between the nails, and there are a few grass clippings in the dirt. , there are still the afterimages of dewdrops hanging on the grass clippings, as if they are grasping the last ray of sunshine, repeating the painful struggle when they are swallowed up in the blood drops. Even the trembling of the hair, the blinking of the eyelashes, and the twitching of the corners of the mouth are clearly visible, as if they will break through the shackles of the blood drops in the next second and drag the world in front of them into the endless abyss.
" Ren Xiaoyao! I am formed from the countless wronged souls of the Netherworld Bone Sea, shaped by the resentment accumulated over ten thousand years!" The great demon's jaws clashed violently, emitting a roar like a broken gong. The sound was mixed with the ear-piercing noise of bones rubbing together, as if countless grains of sand were rolling in its throat, or like rusty iron scraping against each other. With each collision, fragments from the edges of the jaws fell off, turning into tiny black worms upon landing. After struggling for a moment, they burst into black mist. The Black Blood seeping from the gaps in the bones became increasingly viscous, like melted asphalt. When it dripped into the air, it could be drawn into long threads, with tiny bone fragments clinging to them. In mid-air, these Twisted Runes, with ghostly green flames flickering on them. Within these flames, the shadows of wronged souls could be vaguely seen writhing, their expressions exactly the same as those of the wronged souls in the blood droplets.
The runes intertwined, forming a ghostly face over ten feet wide. The face's fangs protruded outwards, each fang etched with a miniature image of a vengeful spirit. Some were weeping, the trajectory of their tears clearly visible, their reflections in the tears revealing blurred human faces, their contours slightly distorted as the tears rolled. Others roared, their teeth clearly visible, black resentment clung to their gaps, writhing like living creatures between their teeth. Pale, ghostly flames, of the same origin as those of great demons, flickered in their eye sockets, with wisps of black... A ribbon of resentment, adorned with tiny drops of blood, reflected the shadows of vengeful spirits within each drop, proclaimed, "You destroyed my physical body, but you cannot extinguish my primordial resentment! I use my remnant soul as a guide, borrowing the power of Nine Netherworlds Netherworld to cast a curse—a curse that you will be eternally tormented by vengeful spirits, suffering the agony of ten thousand ants gnawing at your heart day and night! With every inch your cultivation advances, your resentment deepens. One day, you will be devoured by countless vengeful Primordial Spirit, denied even the chance of reincarnation, ending up utterly annihilated, body and soul! Heavenly Dao is unjust; even a heaven-defying powerhouse like you cannot escape this calamity!"
Before the words were finished, the Blood Talisman suddenly exploded, transforming into billions of fine black threads. These threads intertwined in the air to form a huge black net, with black viscous liquid flowing from the mesh. The liquid dripped down with a "sizzling" sound, and when it landed on the ground, it corroded into tiny Black Hole. From these Black Hole, a faint, eerie wind howled out, carrying a strong stench of corpses.
The threads flickered with Nether-Green Ghost Fire, their light undulating like dying fireflies. The frequency of the flames synchronized with the wailing of the wronged souls. Wherever they passed, even the solidified, liquid-like Golden Spiritual Energy was stained black. Within this black Spiritual Qi, tiny Black Bubbles churned, releasing even more concentrated resentment and poison when they burst. The poisonous mist condensed in the air into miniature ghost masks, their expressions identical to those of the great demons. A sinister smile lingered at the corners of their mouths, concealing countless fine, sharp fangs stained with dark red blood.
A chilling, malevolent aura permeated the air, as if even the Heaven and Earth Laws were wrinkling here, Principle patterns distorted. Newly sprouted vegetation in the distance instinctively curled its leaves, the edges charred black as if licked by flames. The Spiritual Qi within the veins ceased flowing, the veins dimming, revealing traces of corrosion. Petals closed like palms, even the outermost petals pressed tightly together, as if resisting an invisible erosion. A faint sap even seeped from the edges of the petals—spiritual fluid secreted in fear. These drops corroded the ground, creating tiny pits, turning the surrounding soil grayish-black. Several thin black lines emerged from the soil, crawling swiftly like centipedes; the Spirit Fish in the spiritual liquid also dived to the bottom, tightly covering their eyes with their tail fins, their scales standing upright in fear, like tiny, upright blades. Their gills opened and closed rapidly, the gill filaments trembling slightly in the water, dropping tiny scales that transformed into tiny spiritual flames upon entering the water; the tender yellow grass tips that had just sprouted at the edge of the Dark Abyss withered instantly under the onslaught of this aura, turning into charred powder. As the powder drifted away, it carried a faint whimpering sound, like a child's sob or an old man's sigh, lingering in the air for a long time. Even the wind carried this desolate atmosphere, leaving fine black rust marks on the rocks wherever it blew.
Ren Xiaoyao's eyes narrowed, and the Chaos Current around him surged violently. The golden halo that had surrounded him instantly transformed into a dazzling sun hanging high in the sky. Golden light, like flames, flowed along the edges of the sun, dyeing the clouds a crimson gold. The edges of the clouds also shimmered like molten gold, and the outlines of the clouds were plated with a dazzling golden edge. The light of the golden edge stung people's eyes, but within the stinging was a warm feeling that purified everything. Even the most stubborn shadows trembled under this light.
A blinding golden light pierced through the gloom, illuminating the world and even the Spirit Vein deep underground. They resembled giant golden dragons, their scales and wrinkles faintly visible. The dragons seemed to be slowly writhing, absorbing the power of the golden light. As their scales opened and closed, tiny specks of light fell, transforming into golden Spirit Flower upon landing. As the Spirit Flower bloomed, they emitted a soft, humming sound.
Within the halo, the Dragon Phoenix Phantom and phoenixes flapped their wings and cried out. The dragon's roar shook the clouds, shattering them into cotton-like fragments. These fragments drifted in the air, transforming into fine spiritual rain. The rain fell to the ground, making a rustling sound and nourishing the earth. A faint green light emanated from the land, from which countless tiny roots sprouted. The phoenix's cry was clear and melodious, like jade striking jade, its echo reverberating throughout the heavens and earth. Even the spiritual herbs couldn't help but stretch their leaves. Dewdrops rolled off the leaves, refracting seven-colored light. This light fell to the ground, forming tiny bands of light within which Spiritual Qi leaped joyfully, occasionally colliding and sparking tiny sparks.
In the blazing sunlight, a bolt of Purple-Gold Lightning as thick as a bucket suddenly struck down! The moment the lightning ripped through the sky, the air itself was torn apart, leaving behind a long vacuum. Within this vacuum, the afterimage of the lightning lingered, and countless tiny electric snakes writhed, their scales shimmering with runic light.
This thunder was no ordinary Heavenly Thunder, but rather the " Dao Punishment Lightning," which he fused with the Chaos Power and the righteous energy of Heaven and Earth Righteous Energy and earth, and activated by the Star Laws. It contained the purest power of purification and judgment in the world. At the core of the thunder, an extreme white light was pulsating. Within the white light, it seemed as if a miniature universe was hidden, in which Stars' Life and Death, and reincarnation was endless.
Countless tiny runes, the size of grains of rice, danced within the arc of lightning. These runes connected end to end, forming ancient seal characters such as " Evil-Suppressing," "Exterminate Impurity," and "Destroy Demons." Each rune emitted a deafening roar, the sound waves transforming into visible golden ripples that spread outwards. Wherever these ripples passed, the air trembled slightly, and even the distant mountain peaks hummed, their rocks trembling and scattering tiny pebbles. The pebbles landed with a crisp sound, carrying a faint Daoist resonance.
The moment the lightning collided with the black silk, it emitted a piercing sizzling sound, like thousands of branding irons being simultaneously immersed in ice water, steaming up a thick white mist mixed with black ash. The ash drifted in the air, and when illuminated by the golden light, it vanished into Void, leaving not a trace, as if it had never existed. Only the lingering heat in the air remained, a heat that carried the power to purify everything.
Those seemingly indestructible Curse threads melted instantly into wisps of green smoke under the Dao Punishment Lightning, like ice and snow meeting fire. Within the smoke, one could still see the afterimages of the twisting and struggling threads, like countless small snakes writhing in the fire. The scales on the snakes were clearly visible, and black runes were also on the scales. The runes twisted and deformed in the raging fire, and finally turned into wisps of green smoke and dissipated.
From the blue smoke came the wails of countless wronged souls, their cries extremely shrill, like countless blunt knives simultaneously cutting through metal, or countless harp strings being forcibly snapped. Yet, the moment they appeared, they were completely crushed by lightning, leaving not even a trace of resentment, only a faint smell of burnt flesh. That smell, when blown away by Spiritual Qi, turned into tiny spiritual dust. The dust fell to the ground and sprouted tiny green shoots. The leaves of the shoots were tinged with a faint golden light, and within that golden light remained the lingering echo of lightning.
The remaining lightning, like a golden drizzle, sprinkled across the earth. As the raindrops landed, they splashed up tiny golden sparks, which danced in the air, transforming into miniature lightning symbols. These symbols hovered briefly before merging into the earth, causing it to tremble slightly and release tiny bubbles. When these bubbles burst, they released pure Spiritual Qi. Wherever the energy passed, the land, now tainted by Yao Qi, shimmered with a fine golden light. Within this light, several tender green shoots of grass sprouted, each topped with a tiny spark of lightning, like a small hat. With each flash of lightning, the grass sprouted at a speed visible to the naked eye. As it grew, its leaves unfurled, revealing clear veins that flowed with subtle Spiritual Qi. Two crimson spiritual herbs sprouted from the previously withered tips of the grass, their leaves glistening with dewdrops formed from condensed lightning. These dewdrops reflected miniature lightning phantoms, the patterns of which were clearly discernible. A gentle touch would cause them to transform into a barely perceptible bolt of lightning, which would then penetrate the soil, causing the surrounding earth to tremble slightly. More tiny roots would emerge from the soil, intertwining to form a dense network within which tiny specks of light would occasionally flow.
"A mere remnant soul's resentment dares to speak of Curse?" Ren Xiaoyao raised his hand and waved, causing the illusory image of the Chaos Cauldron to crash down. The cauldron's body struck the air with a muffled thunderous roar, interspersed with the creaking sound of the cauldron's patterns turning. As the patterns turned, it seemed as if countless stars were revolving within them, their light flowing between the patterns. Within this flowing light were also tiny Daoist runes. The moment the cauldron's mouth opened, the Three Thousand Great Daos patterns rapidly spun, emitting a resounding Daoist sound like a grand bell. This sound echoed throughout heaven and earth, causing the Spiritual Qi to resonate. In this resonance, Spiritual Energy Particles actually formed tiny Daoist runes, which floated in the air, emitting a faint light. Although the light was weak, it carried an undeniable majesty, a majesty tinged with a trace of Bei Min.
The Daoist sounds were like invisible blades, completely enveloping the last remnants of the Great Skeleton Demon. The demon's bones collided continuously inside the cauldron, producing crackling sounds. Each crackling sound was accompanied by the dispersing of bone dust, which filled the air and was purified by the Chaos Current within the cauldron, turning into tiny specks of light. These specks of light hovered in the air for a moment before merging into the patterns on the cauldron's body.
The surging Chaos Current within the cauldron, like a boiling tidal wave, repeatedly washed over the remnant soul of the great demon. The Spirit Devouring Runes attached to the bones were stripped away by the roots. As the runes detached from the bones, they emitted a shrill scream, filled with resentment and fear. They transformed into black smoke, swirling three times within the cauldron, each circle shrinking as the resentment on them dissipated. The black smoke grew paler, from deep black to grayish-black, then to pale gray, until finally it was crushed into Void by the Dao Patterns, leaving not a trace of dust. Only the pure Chaos Current within the cauldron flowed slowly, carrying a faint fragrance mixed with the scent of herbs and trees.
A moment later, the illusory image of the Chaos Cauldron slowly dissipated, transforming into specks of golden light that merged with the Spiritual Qi. The golden light drew graceful arcs in the air, like falling meteors, each arc leaving a faint trace of light. The traces of light took a long time to dissipate, like tear stains in the sky. When the tear stains disappeared, they still carried tiny specks of light, leaving only a handful of pure white bone powder in place.
Bone powder drifted slowly down amidst the Spiritual Qi, like snowflakes blown by the wind. Each grain of bone powder shimmered with a faint glow, containing pure energy. The moment it touched the ground, it transformed into a square patch of Jade Soil, Jade Soil's luster was like that of fine mutton-fat jade, carrying a faint warmth. Touching it, one could feel the Spiritual Qi flowing slowly within it, as if caressing a piece of living, warm jade. On the surface of the Jade Soil, tiny lines slowly undulated, the traces of the flowing Spiritual Qi, and within these traces remained the imprints of the Chaos Cauldron.
The Jade Soil gleamed with a faint spiritual light, within which tiny streams of Spiritual Qi could be seen flowing, like miniature rivers converging to form a dense network. From within this network, tiny bubbles occasionally rose. Emerging from the soil was a golden spiritual herb, its leaves long and slender like swords, their edges shimmering with faint lightning, like fine silver threads. Dewdrops, like lightning, rolled across the leaves, each drop producing a crisp, tinkling sound, each note like a celestial melody falling to earth, causing the surrounding Spiritual Qi to tremble. In this tremor, the flow of Spiritual Qi became more orderly, like a choreographed musical piece, a piece imbued with the vitality of life, a vitality that also exuded a sense of peace.
It was transformed from completely purified resentment, carrying a peculiar Daoist charm. It caused the surrounding Spiritual Qi to transform into whirlpools like swimming fish, joyfully swirling around the spiritual herb. Within the whirlpools, one could see small fish composed of Spiritual Energy Particles swimming, their mouths opening and closing as if blowing bubbles. When the bubbles burst, they emitted subtle spiritual light, which fell onto the spiritual herb. The herb swayed slightly, as if expressing its gratitude, and in its swaying, it shed a few tiny golden powders. Upon landing, the powders transformed into tiny spiritual insects, crawling merrily on the Jade Soil.
Ren Xiaoyao gazed at the spiritual herb, his fingertips gently brushing across his brow. His fingertips carried a faint golden light, which fell upon his brow like a pebble thrown into a lake, creating ripples. Tiny lightning symbols were interspersed within the ripples, which slowly dissipated as the ripples spread.
The place where the Curse threads had touched now only retained a faint warmth, as if tiny lightning bolts were traveling through the skin, flowing along the meridians and through the dantian. Wherever they passed, the meridians glowed with a faint golden light, within which tiny lightning symbols could be seen flickering. The shapes of these symbols were similar to the runes in the Dao Punishment Lightning, completely dispelling the last trace of resentment without leaving a trace. Only pure Spiritual Qi remained in the meridians, slowly circulating. The Spiritual Qi was like a gentle stream, nourishing the meridians. Golden fish occasionally swam through the stream, their scales shimmering with spiritual light.
He looked up at the sky, which had become clear again. The glow through the cracks in the light was even more dazzling, with seven-colored streams of light floating in the air like silk. Within the streams of light, he could see the phantoms of the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams slowly rotating. The changes in the trigrams were in harmony with the flow of spiritual energy in heaven and Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi. Each rotation made the spiritual Spiritual Qi in heaven and Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi more harmonious. The flow of spiritual energy in heaven and Green Moss was also more peaceful. The previously violent torrent of Spiritual Qi energy had turned into a trickle, flowing slowly along the veins of the continent, gently nourishing every corner of the earth. Even the driest cracks in the rocks were infused with Spiritual Qi. A few strands of tender green Green Moss sprouted from the edges of the cracks, and tiny beads of Spiritual Qi rolled on the moss. The glow of the sky was reflected in the beads, and the colors of the glow changed constantly in the beads, as dazzling as a kaleidoscope. Within the dazzlingness, there was also a trace of the flow of Daoist rhyme.
" The Heaven and Earth Order and earth should naturally be protected by the righteous path." He murmured to himself, his voice not loud, but carrying a power that pierced through heaven and earth, echoing repeatedly among the clouds. With each echo, the clouds became even whiter, and a faint spiritual liquid seeped from them, like sweet rain. The spiritual liquid dripped onto the ground, nourishing all things to grow. The grass and trees on the ground greedily sucked up this sweet sap, which flowed within them, giving the leaves a faint luster.
The golden aura surrounding him completely merged with the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, forming a pillar of light that pierced through the heavens and earth. Within the pillar, countless Spiritual Energy Particles condensed into the phantoms of the sun, moon, and stars, slowly rotating as if at the Beginning of the Universe. Even the trajectories of the stars and the gravitational lines between them were exactly the same as the real starry sky. The light of the stars shimmered in the pillar, as if the real starry sky had descended. In the starry sky, meteors streaked across with long tails, their tails carrying fine rain of light.
The barrier of the Chaos Realm shattered with a deafening roar. The sound of breaking was like Glazed Ice falling to the ground, yet it carried a soothing rhythm. Each fragment transformed into a tiny ray of spiritual light, merging into the pillar of light. Within this light lay the power of a breakthrough, and an even more powerful aura spread from his body, causing the surrounding Spirit Mountain mountains and rivers to resonate with a buzzing sound. Interspersed within the buzzing were the joyful chants of the Spirit Vein, their melodious and ethereal sounds like celestial music. This echoed the sound of the Star Circulation within the pillar of light, forming a magnificent symphony. The musical notes condensed into translucent light symbols in the air, which drifted with the wind, causing everything in their path to tremble gently.
The distant mountains trembled slightly with a hum, and the snow on the mountaintops turned into thousands of Spirit Spring that rushed down, converging into a jade ribbon in the mountain stream. The jade ribbon was also shimmering with a faint spiritual light, in which water particles could be seen jumping merrily. The water particles collided with each other and made crisp sounds, like wind chimes swaying. Interspersed between the swaying were the roars of the Spirit Spring washing over the rocks.