Another Powerful Enemy Descends

The lingering power of the Four Tribulations still emanates from the void, and the sharpness of the wind continues to carve out Space-time Folds on the scale of light-years. Within those torn folds lie the reflections of billions of stars, and each tremor shatters the starlight into streams of light.

The earth's weight still holds the solidified sediment of a collapsing Star Core, a sediment like ancient, unyielding Mysterious Iron, pressing down on the surrounding spacetime, causing even light to flow slowly along its arc.

The chill of the water had not yet dissipated, leaving behind the Freeze All Sounds. Wherever these echoes reached, Nebula millions of light-years away were condensed into spiderweb-like Ice Crystals, within Ice Crystals were frozen remnants of ancient stellar explosions.

The fire's intensity remained, its resolute determination to burn everything to ashes. That determination transformed into an invisible heat wave, scorching the void and causing even the gravitational waves that passed by to ripple with intense heat.

On the cosmic tapestry woven from these four Daoist principles, a roar suddenly exploded, like the first tearing of silk at the Beginning of Chaos, directly ripping apart the warp and weft of the starry sky, and even the cosmic background radiation emitted a piercing noise at this point.

That was not the transmission of sound waves, but a direct impact of Demonic Thought on the soul—as if a ferocious beast that had devoured countless eons had broken free of its chains from the abyss of Void before the birth of time, its fangs still bearing remnants of previous Universe Era.

Each syllable carries the original sin of "nothingness," No Life as eternal darkness deep within the Deadly Star Core, from which even the faintest neutrino cannot escape.

The No Death is like Absolute Stillness that transcends the dimension of time; even the law of entropy increase fails here.

No Existence is like the edge of the universe, untouched by starlight, where even the concept of "existence" has never been born.

It is like a quantum bubble that has never solidified; even a probability cloud cannot outline its shape.

Wherever this roar passed, the light of the Star Sea faded at a visible speed. Billions of stars seemed to have their Candle Wick extinguished by an invisible hand. Even the Ice Crystals stars that had just solidified began to disintegrate inch by inch, turning into particles that were even more Void than Dark Matter. They could not even be captured by gravity and could only be allowed to penetrate all existence and return to the origin of "nothingness".

A figure in black robes slowly stepped out from the Space-Time Rift. Dark patterns that Devouring Light Rays flowed along the edges of the robes. These patterns were not black, but a purer form of "lightlessness." When light touched them, it was like a drop of water flowing into the deep sea, without even a ripple. Buddhist Light had never traveled here.

His bare knuckles gleamed with a metallic, grayish luster, as if forged from the Star Remains of a Annihilation universe. Every inch of his skin was etched with the patterns of collapsing galaxies. With each step he took, the void beneath his feet collapsed into absolute darkness—a darkness that did not absorb light, but rather made light never exist. Even the coordinates of spacetime were annihilated here, revealing a deeper void beyond, Void that even Primordial Chaos had not yet given birth to, a void where even "nothingness" became a concept that needed to be annihilated.

He had no aura around him, yet the residual Daoist essence of the Four Tribulations wind, earth, water, and fire trembled violently, as if they had encountered their natural nemesis.

The flow of the wind before him froze into stiff lines, those lines turning into a lifeless stillness that had never flowed before, before they had a chance to unfold.

The weight of the earth was gradually dissolved by the Void he stepped on, like ice under high temperature, melting away without leaving even a trace of moisture.

The water's concealment beside him vanished like a phantom that had never existed, even the traces of evaporation were completely erased.

The birth and death of fire were crushed into absolute stillness by his aura, and even the memory of burning was gone.

This is the Annihilation Demon Ancestor, born from the "Void" at the beginning of the universe. He takes Devouring Laws and annihilating existence as his way. His origin and "evolution" are the two poles of the universe, like positive and negative numbers, existence and non-existence. At this moment, sensing the newborn Dao Fruit of the "Tianyan Great Emperor", he is like a hungry wolf smelling blood. He wants to completely devour this Imperial Throne that carries the power of "evolution" and turn it into nourishment for his own Void Dao Fruit, so that the universe can return to the Absolute Void at the time of his birth.

"Newborn Emperor, your 'evolution' is very interesting." The voice of the Annihilation Demon Ancestor was like countless shards of glass rubbing together, exploding directly in Ren Xiaoyao's sea of consciousness, shaking the Zhou Tian Star Dou, and even causing fine cracks to appear in the halo of the Ziwei Emperor Star.

"But evolution eventually comes to an end. Stars will die out, and even White Dwarf Star will cool down in trillions of years; Nebula will dissipate, and even the gravity of Dark Matter cannot re-coalesce them; even the universe will return to a singularity, and all dimensions will collapse into nothingness. Only 'annihilation' is eternal. Hand over your Dao Fruit, and let me return you and this laughable 'birth and death' to Void. That would be your good fortune, so you wouldn't have to experience the despair of the end of evolution."

Before he finished speaking, he pointed a point forward.

Without any earth-shattering phenomena or collisions of energy, a piece of the void in front of Ren Xiaoyao suddenly disappeared—not shattered into stardust, not torn into Rift, but completely annihilated. Even spacetime itself was wiped off the canvas of the universe, revealing the deeper Primordial Chaos behind it.

The Annihilation Power, like a leech, climbed along the Emperor Mark between Ren Xiaoyao's brows. Wherever it passed, his "Evolutionary Body," which he had just condensed in the Fire Tribulation, began to become transparent. The stardust luster flowing on his skin quickly dimmed, as if it would disappear completely in the next moment, even erasing any trace of its existence, as if "Ren Xiaoyao" had never existed, and the inheritance of the Tianyan Great Emperor was just a Void dream.

"Annihilation is eternity?" Ren Xiaoyao's eyes narrowed, and the Chaos Light Wheel behind him suddenly accelerated. The flow of wind transformed into a bluish-gray vortex, within which were hidden billions of wind blades, each capable of cleaving through galaxies.

The earth's weight solidified into a yellowish-brown barrier, etched with patterns of collapsing Star Core, making it indestructible.

The water's concealment transforms into an inky barrier, within which fragments of time are frozen, capable of halting all attacks.

The birth and death of fire ignites a blazing white flame, within which dances the energy of a stellar explosion, capable of incinerating all Principle.

The four Daoist principles operated simultaneously, attempting to resist the erosion of the Annihilation Power.

But when the Light Wheel touched that Void, it was like a clay ox sinking into the sea—the wind was Void into a deathly silence that had never flowed, and even the concept of wind was erased.

The earth was dissolved into Void, becoming dust that never solidified, and even the mass of the dust ceased to exist.

The water evaporated into Void, becoming water vapor that never existed; even the entropy change from evaporation was reduced to zero.

The fire was extinguished by Void, reduced to ashes that had never burned; even the energy that had burned was completely annihilated.

The Daoist essence tempered by Four Tribulations appears so fragile before "nothingness," like a child's sandcastle facing a towering, Void, utterly powerless to resist.

"Your 'birth and death' are still bound by the shackles of 'existence'." The Annihilation Demon Ancestor sneered, his laughter filled with utmost contempt for "existence." His figure left a Void of afterimage in place, and the next moment he appeared behind Ren Xiaoyao.

Wherever his black robe swept, half of the Floating Island vanished silently, leaving not a trace of dust, as if that half of the mountain had never existed since the birth of the universe— the Star Grass on the mountaintop, its leaves still bearing the azure light tempered by the Wind Tribulation, was instantly erased from existence.

The Spirit Spring in the rock crevice still reflects the Ice Flowers frozen by the Water Tribulation, and not even a drop of water vapor remains.

The Star Patterns on the cliff face were the imprints of the Twenty-Eight Mansions Totem, but now even the memory of those engravings has been erased.

This is the terror of annihilation, which not only destroys the form but also erases all evidence of its existence.

"Life and Death Interdependence? In the end, it's just going around in circles of 'existence'." The Annihilation Demon Ancestor raised his hand and pressed it into Ren Xiaoyao's sea of consciousness. A Miniature Black Hole appeared in his palm. There was no accretion disk at the edge of the Black Hole, and the center was not a gravitational singularity, but pure Void. Even light, time, and Principle could not escape it. It was a "nothingness" that was more thorough than absolute zero.

"I'll show you what true 'creating something from nothing' really means—first, annihilate all 'existence' before you can give birth to ' True Nothingness nothingness' in absolute Void, something even evolution cannot imagine."

Before the palm strike even arrived, the Zhou Tian Star Dou within Ren Xiaoyao's sea of consciousness trembled violently.

The handle of the Big Dipper was twisted into a pretzel by the Power of Void, and the luminous spirits of those stars let out a mournful wail, but they could not even make a sound.

The star chain in the Crux Constellation broke apart piece by piece, and the Star Power at the links dissipated into phantoms that had never existed.

Even the projection of the Ziwei Emperor Star began to distort and fade, and the golden light on its surface was scorched and mottled, like a mural eroded by acid rain, which could disappear completely at any time.

Those Star Orbit that had just been stabilized during the Four Tribulations were wiped away as if by an invisible hand, and even the gravitational imprints of the Star Orbit were completely erased.

Even the earthy yellow Star Core was shrouded in a layer of decay, and the tender shoots on its surface withered and disappeared at a visible speed. The golden sap that seeped out turned into a phantom that had never flowed as soon as it touched Void, and even the concept of "sap" was Deconstruct.

A sharp pain emanated from the depths of his soul. Ren Xiaoyao felt his "existence" being forcibly stripped away—not death, but a more thorough dissolution than death, as if he had been removed from the "roster" of the universe, stripped of even the right to reincarnation, and even "being forgotten" had become a luxury, because the premise of "forgetting" is "having existed".

But in the midst of this extreme crisis, the light that pierced through birth and death amidst the Fire Tribulation suddenly shone in his sea of consciousness, like a lighthouse in the dark night. He remembered the brilliance of a star's explosion and the silence after its Annihilation, he remembered that the matter ejected by a supernova would eventually condense into a new Star Core under gravity, and he remembered that after Black Hole devours everything, new particles would still be born in its jets. The Annihilation Demon Ancestor said "something comes from nothing," but he only knew how to "annihilate everything," forgetting that "nothingness" itself is also a form of "something." Just as a singularity has no volume, yet contains all the mass and energy of the universe, "nothingness" is merely another form of "something," a special stage of evolution.

"Void is not the end, but the beginning." Ren Xiaoyao suddenly opened his eyes, the Star Orbit in his eyes reversed, Twenty-Eight Mansions Totem lit up at the same time, binding his soul even more deeply to the Cosmic Origin.

The Miniature Star Disk in the sea of consciousness no longer resisted the Annihilation Power; instead, it actively guided the power of "nothingness" into the Yin-Yang Fish Eyes.

The Yin Fish devoured Void, yet a faint light shone from its belly amidst extreme compression. It was "existence" compressed billions of times, like a universe hidden within a singularity, infinitely dense and infinitely powerful.

The Yang Fish releases life and death, yet a layer of Void appears at the edge of its fins. That is the ultimate form of "existence," like the final destination of a star after it has burned out, an indispensable link in the cycle of evolution.

He no longer clings to his own "existence," but instead follows the Annihilation Power to decompose himself—not passively annihilated, but actively Deconstruct.

The physical body transforms into billions of stardust particles, each bearing the mark of "evolution," and every vibration of the stardust tells the rhythm of birth and death.

The divine soul transformed into countless fragments of light, each fragment containing the code of "birth and death," and each flicker of the light fragment tracing the trajectory of existence.

Every speck of stardust, every wisp of light, vanishes briefly in the Void of the Annihilation Demon Ancestor, only to re-form from that Void in the next instant, like the singularity before the Big Bang, where the possibility of "existence" is conceived within the core of "nothingness," and sparks of vitality burst forth in absolute silence. This is the most direct response of "evolution" to "annihilation": even Void cannot prevent the rebirth of existence.

"Impossible!" The Annihilation Demon Ancestor showed surprise for the first time; his Annihilation Power had never failed him.

From the lament of the first star's demise to the silence of the first galaxy's collapse, and then to the Void at the end of countless Universe Era, nothing has ever been able to "regenerate" in his Void.

The figure before me, though broken down into the finest particles, always manages to reassemble from Void, as if "existence" is etched into every fundamental particle, indelible even by "nothingness." Just as darkness can never truly extinguish the seed of light, as long as there is a trace of energy, the light can shine again.

"Your 'annihilation' is also a kind of 'evolution'." Ren Xiaoyao's voice came from all directions. Stardust and light fragments recombined in the air, but they were no longer a single "Evolutionary Body". Instead, they turned into countless phantoms that filled the entire void. Each phantom was him, yet none of them were him. They were his possible forms on different evolutionary paths.

Some phantoms vanished in the wind, but where they vanished, even more violent Gale Wind arose, with the roar of Star Birth in the wind.

Some phantoms sink into the earth, but where they sink, even more imposing mountains rise, and within these mountains lie the imprints of the cycle of civilization.

Some of the phantoms merged into the Primeval Water, but in the flow of the water they transformed into even more turbulent waves, the sound of Time Stream within the waves.

Some phantoms burn to ashes, but rise from the ashes as even more intense sparks, in which Hope of Life flickers.

He finally understood that the Four Tribulations tempered not only the Dao of wind, earth, water, and fire, but also the foundation of "infinity"—wind can flow infinitely, tirelessly piercing through stone and breaking rocks, from minute air currents to Gale Wind that tear apart galaxies, it has countless forms but the same essence.

The earth can bear infinite weight, supporting the Star River so that it will never collapse. From the finest dust to the Nebula that gives birth to stars, it is profound and silent, yet it encompasses all things.

Water can hold infinitely, encompassing all things and never overflowing. From the morning dew to the river system that stretches across the Star Sea, it is gentle yet capable of overcoming the strong, nourishing all living beings.

Fire can be born and die endlessly, burning away ashes only to give rise to new flames, from a faint candle flame to an explosion that ignites a supernova, destroying everything yet giving birth to new life.

The cycle of Life and Death Interdependence is not a fixed cycle, but an infinite possibility. Between "existence" and "non-existence", there are infinite transformations, just like numbers from one to infinity. Each number is a derivative of the previous one, yet it gives rise to new possibilities, endlessly and without ceasing.

"Infinite Evolution!" Ren Xiaoyao shouted, and countless phantoms raised their hands at the same time. The Chaos Light Wheel behind them suddenly expanded, transforming into Star Map covering millions of light-years.

In the Star Map, every star goes through an infinite cycle of birth, growth, aging, death, and rebirth, with each cycle giving rise to different trajectories, different forms, and different Principle.

The wind is no longer just the wind; it can transform into a blade that cuts through time and space, severing the ties between the past and the future.

It transforms into a shield against all laws, isolating itself from the erosion of annihilation.

Transform into a bridge connecting the Star River, allowing civilizations to traverse light-years.

The land is no longer just land; it can transform into a cage of imprisoning Principle, preventing the Power of Void from spreading.

It transforms into a ladder to ascend to the Emperor Realm, allowing the Daoist essence to be sublimated through tempering.

Transform into stars that nurture civilization, and let wisdom blossom in the process of evolution.

Water is no longer just water; it can transform into ice that freezes time, eternally capturing important moments.

It can transform into clouds and mist that carry memories, ensuring that ancient traditions never fade away.

It can transform into the Star River that nourishes the Star Sea, allowing every star to be bathed in vitality.

Fire is no longer just fire; it can transform into a raging Flame Sect that burns away all illusions, leaving no pretense unexposed.

It can transform into a candle flame that warms the soul, preventing those who travel in darkness from getting lost.

It can be transformed into the core that drives stars, ensuring that the power of evolution never runs dry.

These Infinite Evolution Daoist principles surged towards the Annihilation Demon Ancestor like a tidal wave, his Power of Void retreating steadily before the infinite "existence."

It tried to annihilate the wind, but the wind turned into fire, igniting an even fiercer flame in the Void, from which the seed of wind was born.

The attempt to annihilate the earth resulted in the earth transforming into water, which converged into a deeper sea in the Void, where the earth's foundation stones were deposited.

In an attempt to annihilate all forms, new forms are always born from Void, like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, ever-growing. Each annihilation becomes the starting point for new evolution, and each Void gives birth to a more vibrant existence.

In the end, his proud "annihilation" was enveloped by the Infinite Evolution Daoist rhyme, transforming into a dark star in the Star Map that was constantly being born and dying, eternally flowing between "existence" and "non-existence," becoming a part of "infinity." It was no longer a force of destruction, but an indispensable "concealment" in the cycle of evolution, like night to day, or silence to noise.

The Annihilation Demon Ancestor let out a resentful roar, a roar that for the first time carried the emotion of "existence"—anger, stemming from the breaking of his control.

Fear stems from Void that is filled.

Despair stems from the denial of eternity.

His figure distorted and faded in the Star Map, the dark patterns on his black robe were gradually replaced by Star Orbit Patterns, and his gray knuckles shone with the luster of stardust. Finally, he completely merged into that infinitely looping Star Orbit. Even "Void" itself became nourishment for Ren Xiaoyao's Daoist charm, making the Dao fruit of "Infinite Evolution" more perfect and the Principle of the universe more complete.

When everything calmed down, Ren Xiaoyao's figure reformed, and the Chaos Light Wheel behind him had transformed into a boundless Nebula.

Within the Nebula, the Daoist principles of the Four Tribulations —wind, earth, water, and fire—interweave to create infinite possibilities: where the azure light flows, the wind can become silk, thread, and net, weaving the warp and weft of time and space, making every evolution traceable.

When the yellow light surges, the earth can turn into sand, fossils, and stars, building the foundation of the universe and giving every existence a place to belong.

As the ink surges, water can condense into dew, frost, and ice, freezing into amber of time, ensuring that every memory never fades.

As crimson flames rise, fire can form points, lines, and surfaces, igniting sparks of civilization and ensuring the perpetual transmission of every ray of wisdom.

Every ray of light symbolizes a new beginning, and every patch of darkness gives birth to a transformation. Light and darkness are no longer in opposition, but together they form the backdrop of Infinite Evolution.

With a wave of his hand, the Floating Island that had just been annihilated reformed, and Star Grass, never seen before, sprouted from the cracks in the rocks. Its leaves were covered with "infinite" patterns, and it was more stable than before, as if it had undergone countless evolutions and selections.

The disintegrated Ice Crystals stars returned to the void, but with a more vibrant life force than before. Some stars even had craters on their surfaces, marks of meteorite impacts, recording the collisions and fusions of the universe.

Some stars shimmered with aurora, a dance of magnetic fields and particles, a display of the harmony and magnificence of the Principle, as if each star had become a unique entity after billions of years of evolution.

Ren Xiaoyao gazed at the Star Sea and finally grasped the true meaning of "Tianyan"—the so-called position of the Great Emperor was never a fixed authority, but rather the starting point for Infinite Evolution.

The ultimate Principle of the universe is not the cycle of "birth and death" or the Void of "annihilation," but the "evolution" itself, which flows eternally in infinite possibilities, like the endless Star Rivers Flowing, from disorder to order, from simplicity to complexity.

Just as civilization is ever-renewing, evolving from ignorance to wisdom, from weakness to strength.

Just as the Daoist principles are endless, progressing from the superficial to the profound, from the singular to the integrated.

This is the ultimate meaning of "Tianyan," the Dao that he, as the Tianyan Great Emperor, will practice eternally.

He raised his hand and gently stroked the Emperor Mark between his brows. The Twenty-Eight Mansions Totem flowed at his fingertips. The green scales of the Jiao Mu Jiao reflected the birth and death of countless star systems. The foxfire of the Xin Yue Hu ignited the sparks of countless civilizations. The sharp claws of the Kui Mu Lang tore open the veil of Void. The wings of the Bi Yue Wu Crow carried the weight of time.

In the Star Sea, the areas once affected by the Annihilation Demon Ancestor are now rippling with new life. On the erased Floating Island and mountains, strange flowers that rotate with the Star Orbit have grown, their petals opening and closing to Inhale and Exhale in the primordial energy of the universe; the Ice Crystals stars that have collapsed and then condensed have Star Map that have never been seen before, guiding undiscovered Star Realms.

Ren Xiaoyao's gaze traversed billions of light-years, landing on the edge of the universe. There, the boundary between Void and existence was rippling subtly, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake. He knew that it was the Daoist rhythm of "Infinite Evolution" spreading, the harmonious dance of "being" and "non-being," and the new vitality that the universe was radiating under the nourishment of his Dao fruit.

The Nebula behind them slowly rotated, and the Dao principles of wind, earth, water, and fire were no longer isolated existences, but intertwined into a vast net covering the Star Sea, encompassing infinite possibilities. Where the wind passed, it brought messages from distant galaxies; where the earth borne, it nurtured unknown life; where the water flowed, it nourished ancient traditions; where the fire burned, it tempered the Principle of new life.

He is no longer simply the "Tianyan Great Emperor," but an existence integrated with the evolution of the universe. His breath is the pulse of the Nebula, and his heartbeat is the rotation of the stars.