Sword Shatters the Divine Fiend, Escape into a Hidden Sanctuary

The remnant soul of the Poison Vine Demon God twisted and struggled amidst the Golden Sword Light, every inch of its soul sizzling under the burning Primordial Immortal Charm energy. Finally, it transformed into a heart-wrenching, mournful howl, vanishing like ink smoke scattered by a gale, leaving not a trace. In that instant, the Killing Moves of the eleven Demonic God poured down like Mount Tai Crushing Down collapsing— the Blood Axe Demon God's thousand-foot axe beam, carrying billions of Sha Qi accumulated from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, cleaved down, staining the trajectory of the axe blade across the void a dark red, as if... The Buddha sought to cleave heaven and earth in two; the Chilling Demon God's Nether Ghost Fire condensed into countless ice spikes, each piercing with an extreme cold capable of freezing the very soul, their sharp whistling sound echoing as they shot forth; the Ice Edge Demon God's Ice Crystals spear, imbued with the millennia-old chill of the northern ice plains, its tip gleaming with a cold light enough to instill fear even in Golden Immortal, aimed directly at Ren Xiaoyao Xiaoyao's vital heart; the Sandstorm Demon God stirred up the endless yellow sands of the Western Regions Desert, transforming them into colossal waves that blotted out the sky, carrying pebbles the size of millstones, their fury so intense that even the air itself was compressed into a muffled heaviness. A deafening roar; the putrid, poisonous mist spewed from the Rotten Flesh Demon God's mouth instantly filled an area of dozens of feet, with countless tiny carrion insect eggs floating in the mist—inhaling even a trace would cause Immortal Bone to decay; the Lightning Punishment Demon God summoned the Nine Nether Demonic Lightning, and several thick, pillar-like black bolts of lightning exploded with a deafening roar, violently distorting the space wherever the lightning passed; the Wind Blade Demon God condensed thousands of wind blades, thin as cicada wings, yet incomparably sharp, relentlessly attacking Ren Xiaoyao's vital points; the Gravity Demon God's gravity Principle twisted around him, and the void centered on Ren Xiaoyao... The sky suddenly sank, as if a billion-ton weight had crushed it, even pulverizing the pebbles; the Shadow Demon God transformed into an invisible black shadow, its claws carrying a sharp edge capable of tearing apart the soul, silently circling behind Ren Xiaoyao to launch a sneak attack; the Illusion Demon God's bewitching bubble instantly enveloped the battlefield, countless illusory images of tragically killed beings wailing within, attempting to disturb Ren Xiaoyao's mind; the Devouring Demon God God's devouring vortex was like Black Hole, frantically absorbing the surrounding Spiritual Qi and power, attempting to devour Ren Xiaoyao along with the immortal power surrounding him.

Eleven terrifyingly Power of Destruction intertwined into an impenetrable killing net, instantly colliding with the Golden Shield around Ren Xiaoyao Primordial Immortal Charm. A crisp "crack" resounded, and the Glazed Ice- clear shield was instantly covered in spiderweb-like cracks. These cracks spread rapidly before the naked eye could see, each emitting a subtle cracking sound, before collapsing with a deafening roar, transforming into countless fragments of golden light that fell like shattered stars, refracting a poignant glow in the sunlight. The Emperor Sword emitted a mournful cry in mid-air, its golden light dimming considerably, its once incomparably sharp edge diminished, leaving only a weak yet persistent tremor, as if agonizing over the severe injury its master had suffered, or perhaps gathering its last strength.

Ren Xiaoyao was slammed to the ground with tremendous force, like a kite with a broken string. The dull thud made the rocks on the shore of Spirit Lake tremble slightly, and the pile of rubble instantly crumbled, raising a cloud of dust that temporarily shrouded his figure. He struggled to sit up, his chest heaving violently, each breath accompanied by the excruciating pain of displaced internal organs. He coughed up a mouthful of golden Immortal Blood, the drops mixing with rubble and dark brown demonic energy, dripping onto the scorched earth beneath him, blooming into dazzling golden flowers of blood. The deep, bone-revealing wound on his left arm... The Black Demonic Qi surged wildly like a malignant tumor, spreading along the meridians. Wherever it passed, the pure immortal power was instantly corroded away. The walls of the meridians were scorched as if by strong acid, leaving black marks and causing excruciating pain. Meanwhile, the extreme yin power of the Chilling Demon God froze half of his meridians like a maggot clinging to his bones. The cold air spread through his blood to his limbs and bones, and even his soul trembled violently under the dual attack of cold and corrosion. Every breath was accompanied by a tearing pain, his vision blurred, and his consciousness almost collapsed.

"Don't even think about escaping!" The Blood Axe Demon God Shattering the Void as he descended, his massive figure enveloped in a boundless Sha Qi of malevolence. Each step he took created spiderweb-like fissures in the ground, from which Black Demonic Qi surged forth. His Giant Axe, the size of a door panel, was aimed directly at Ren Xiaoyao's head. The dried Black Blood on the axe blade, nourished by the demonic energy, regained its eerie crimson luster. The killing runes carved on the axe gleamed with bloodlust, and his eyes were filled with a mad killing intent. "This Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Array is an High Antiquity secret, drawing upon the power of Twelve Demon Gods to summon the Devil Cultivation Method energy of the Nine Netherworlds Sha Qi, and gathering ten thousand years of demonic power to form it. Today, I will refine you into the core of the formation, sealing you eternally beneath the Nine Netherworlds, so that you will suffer the Bone Erosion pain of demonic energy day and night, unable to live and unable to die!"

Although the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Array had a clear flaw due to the fall of the Poison Vine Demon God, causing a momentary stagnation in the flow of demonic energy within the formation, the remaining eleven Demonic God reacted swiftly, instantly adjusting their positions. The previously loosened black light shield tightened again, like an impenetrable black net, trapping Ren Xiaoyao firmly in the center. The Demonic Runes flowing within the formation intensified, the dark red runes writhing on the light shield like living creatures, shimmering with eerie light. Countless chains of demonic energy extended from the light shield, like greedy tentacles, carrying a chilling aura and the power to suppress the soul, coiling towards Ren Xiaoyao. These chains of demonic energy were incredibly tough, their surfaces covered with fine barbs, which were also stained with blackish-red corrosive venom. When the venom dripped onto the ground, it instantly corroded small, deep pits. Once entangled, it could instantly lock away immortal power and penetrate the soul. Even Golden Immortal with profound cultivation would find it difficult to break free from the binding force of this High Antiquity seal.

The Chilling Demon God drifted to the front of the formation, his palm condensing a basketball-sized fireball of ghostly blue Nether Ghost Fire. As the flames flickered, layers of White Frost condensed in the surrounding air, instantly freezing the rubble on the ground and even turning the Spiritual Qi in the air into tiny Ice Crystals. His icy voice, like Nine Netherworlds wind from the depths of hell, carried Bone Erosion malice, each word piercing the heart. "Ren Xiaoyao, you, a newly ascended Heavenly Immortal, dare to ruin my Demon Realm's millennia-long plan, slaying the Demon Venerable Wu Zhong and causing my Demon Realm to lose face before the Three Realms! Today, I will let you taste the bitterness of having your soul frozen for ten thousand years! Once your soul is frozen, I will grind you to dust and scatter your remnant soul Three Realms to appease the billions of beings in the Demon Realm!"

The Ice Edge Demon God followed closely behind, his Ice Crystals spear slamming into the ground with a deafening crack. Instantly, thousands of ice shards condensed within the formation. These shards, several meters high, resembled sharp ice cones, their tips gleaming with a deadly cold light. They densely sealed off all of Ren Xiaoyao's escape routes, leaving not a single gap. On the ice shards, countless Seal Runes flickered erratically, echoing the demonic chains. As the runes flowed, they emitted a heavy aura that suppressed all things, forming an impenetrable sealing net. Not even a trace of Spiritual Qi could penetrate it, let alone break through. It was as if time itself slowed down within this sealing net.

Ren Xiaoyao slowly raised his head, crimson blood dripping from his chin, striking the ground with a crisp sound, blooming into golden blood flowers on the scorched earth. His single remaining eye showed no fear, but instead burned with an inextinguishable fighting spirit, like a candle flickering in the wind, weak yet exceptionally resolute, revealing an unwavering determination to die rather than surrender. He gripped the Emperor Sword tightly, his knuckles white from the force, even trembling slightly, veins bulging on his arm. Though the sword was dull and lifeless, it still trembled slightly, as if responding to its master's resolve. The Primordial Immortal Charm and Emperor Fire remaining on the sword stubbornly resisted the erosion of demonic energy, a faint yet persistent golden light flowing across its surface.

"Seal me?" His hoarse voice carried a hint of cold laughter, yet it was filled with a chilling resolve. Every word was like the clash of metal, resounding and penetrating the pervasive demonic energy and heavy atmosphere. "You Devil Creature who wreak havoc on the Three Realms, slaughter living beings, and treat human life as worthless, your hands stained with the blood of countless lives, your feet treading on piles of bones, do you even deserve to speak of the word 'seal'? Today I will show you what the righteous path of the Immortal Realm is, what the Guardian Power is! Even if I am exhausted, I will not retreat! Even if I die, my soul will still protect the Three Realms!"

Before he finished speaking, Ren Xiaoyao suddenly unleashed the remaining 30% of his immortal power and 90% of his Soul Power! With a deafening roar, dazzling golden light erupted from his body, more intense than ever before, like a second sun descending upon the Mortal World. It instantly dispelled the dense demonic energy around him, even tearing a huge gap in the black sky, allowing sunlight to stream through and illuminate a corner of the battlefield. The shattered fragments of the protective shield reformed within the golden light, transforming into a more refined and resilient golden barrier. Complex Primordial Immortal Charm flowed across the barrier, writhing like living beings, temporarily repelling the demonic energy and chilling power that were eroding his meridians. It formed a temporary safety barrier within his body, protecting his dantian and the Soul Origin.

He rapidly chanted the sword incantation, and the Emperor Sword let out a clear "clang," like the Dragon's Roar and Phoenix's Cry and the cry of a phoenix, resounding through the heavens. Suddenly, a raging Emperor Fire ignited on the sword's blade, golden flames intertwined with the flowing light of Primordial Immortal Charm energy. As the flames danced, they exuded a majesty that could purify and incinerate everything. Ren Xiaoyao stomped his feet hard on the ground, and the pile of rubble beneath him instantly crumbled, turning into countless flying stones that shot in all directions. His figure leaped into the air like an arrow, transforming into a Golden Lightning in mid-air. The Emperor Sword drew an extremely condensed sword light in his hand, the sword light so concentrated that it seemed to gather all the light and power in the world into a single point.

This sword light was not a sweeping, overwhelming force, but rather condensed into a single point, as sharp as a needle tip, carrying an invincible aura, aimed directly at the weak point in the formation of the eleven Demonic God —the boundary between the Chilling Demon God and the Ice Edge Demon God. After the Poison Vine Demon God's fall, cracks had already appeared in the formation's connection at this point, hindering the flow of demonic energy. It was not yet fully stable, making it the key to breaking the formation, and the only glimmer of hope that Ren Xiaoyao had captured with his Soul Power.

"Heaven Burning Sword Technique - Seventh Form, Break the Formation!"

A sharp shout reverberated throughout the universe, like a thunderclap exploding above Spirit Lake, causing the lake water to surge dozens of feet high. The waves crashed against the rocks on the shore, producing a deafening roar. This sword strike embodied all of Ren Xiaoyao's power and conviction, carrying a Jade and Stone Shattered determination to destroy everything in its path. Wherever the sword light passed, space violently distorted, emitting a sizzling tearing sound, as if the heavens and earth themselves were about to be cleaved in two. Those incredibly tough demonic chains were instantly burned away, turning into wisps of black smoke and dissipating. Not even a trace of ash remained; the countless ice shards melted rapidly under the intense heat of the sword light, turning into a cloud of water vapor that rose upwards and condensed into a thick mist in the air, within which a faint golden light lingered; even the strange Demonic Runes within the formation crackled and hissed under the golden light, revealing obvious cracks, and their originally blazing light dimmed considerably. A series of muffled rumbling sounds emanated from within the formation, seemingly a sign that the formation was about to collapse, and the flow of demonic energy became increasingly sluggish and chaotic.

"Not good!" The Chilling Demon God's expression changed drastically, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes. He hurriedly activated all his Yin power, Nether Ghost Fire burned wildly, transforming into a thick ice wall to try and block the sword light's attack, but it was too late. The Golden Sword Light, like an unstoppable blade, instantly pierced through the ice wall and the weak point of the formation. The ice wall was like paper in front of the sword light, collapsing instantly. Then, the sword light suddenly exploded, like a thunderclap. The enormous impact spread outwards from the point of penetration, forming a ring of golden energy ripples. Wherever it passed, the demonic energy was completely purified.

The Chilling Demon God and the Ice Edge Demon God were the first to be struck, blasted away by the golden light. Both spat out mouthfuls of black demonic blood in mid-air, which corroded deep pits several feet deep, emitting pungent black smoke and even causing rocks to sizzle. Their Demon God Power fluctuated violently, like candles flickering in the wind, threatening to be extinguished at any moment. The Chilling Demon God's Nether Ghost Fire were extinguished almost instantly, half his body charred black by the golden light, revealing his dark bones. His aura weakened, he tumbled through the air and crashed to the ground, unable to move. The Ice Edge Demon God's Ice Crystals spear shattered into several pieces, fragments scattering everywhere. His Ice Crystals armor was cracked, like shattered Glazed Ice, clearly severely injured and having lost most of his fighting power. He tumbled through the air and crashed into a distant mountain, creating a huge crater that lingered for a long time before gradually dissipating.

Ren Xiaoyao pressed his advantage relentlessly, his figure flashing like a ghost, the light of his Emperor Sword following him like a shadow, each strike landing precisely on the flaws in the Demonic God's formation. He knew he was at his limit, his Soul Power nearly exhausted, and his immortal power almost depleted. Each exertion of power was accompanied by excruciating pain as his meridians tore. He had to finish the battle quickly, taking advantage of the gaps in the formation's collapse to severely injure his powerful enemy and buy himself a chance to break through.

First, Ren Xiaoyao slashed at the Sandstorm Demon God with his sword. The golden light instantly severed the sandstorm warhammer in his hand, a weapon imbued with the power of wind and sand. A cloud of yellow sand burst forth from the broken end, and imperial fire spread upwards along the fracture, scorching his body formed from boulders and sand. The Sandstorm Demon God roared in agony, his body crumbling in the flames, scattering sand across the ground. Unable to reassemble, he could only writhe and struggle on the ground, letting out unwilling roars, utterly powerless to fight again. Then, Ren Xiaoyao turned and pointed his sword at the Rotten Flesh Demon God. His sword light, like a golden meteor, pierced through his viscous black mist body, precisely shattering his Heart Demon source—a black Demonic Pearl emitting a foul stench. The Rotten Flesh Demon God let out a shrill wail, the black mist rapidly dissipating, leaving only a ground covered in foul-smelling pus, corroding the ground and emitting pungent white smoke, even pitting the hard rocks. Then... He charged headlong into the black Lightning Punishment Demon God. The Emperor Sword was as thick as a pillar, carrying the aura of annihilation. Ren Xiaoyao, however, showed no fear. His Emperor Sword cleaved through the thick lightning pillar, the sword light piercing straight for the Demonic Core between the Lightning Punishment Demon God Lightning Punishment Demon God's brows. The Thunder Punishment Demon God's body stiffened, the violent Thunder Force around him instantly becoming chaotic. He crashed to the ground with a thud, creating a huge crater. Smoke and dust filled the air, Wind Blade Demon God attempted to ambush him from behind, but Ren Xiaoyao, with his remaining Soul Power, keenly sensed it. He whirled around and, with a backhand strike, severed the Wind Blade Demon God's wings. Black demonic blood sprayed out, falling like rain. The Wind Blade Demon God let out a shrill scream, losing its ability to fly. It fled westward in a sorry state, Black Blood dripping along the way, its breath growing weaker and weaker, clearly at its last gasp.

In the blink of an eye, the six demon Demonic God —Yin Han, Bing Feng, Sha Bao, Hun Rou, Lei Fa, and Feng Ren—were all severely injured, some with their bodies shattered, others with their Demonic Source damaged, and still others fleeing in panic. Without the support of these six Demonic God gods, the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Array completely collapsed. The black light shield shattered with a deafening roar, turning into a sky full of Heavenly Demon energy that dissipated into the heavens and earth. The previously distorted Heaven and Earth Laws gradually returned to normal, the pressure in the air suddenly eased, and the waters of the Spirit Lake gradually calmed down, leaving only the floating remnants of branches and the corpses of Spirit Fish, telling the story of the fierce battle that had just taken place.

The remaining five Demonic God— Blood Axe, Gravity, Shadow, Illusion, and Devourer—felt a deep fear upon seeing this. Although they still possessed fighting strength and their energy was relatively abundant, the sight of their heavily wounded companions scattered on the ground and the traces of the Poison Vine Demon God's dissipation, coupled with the sight of the swaying yet still upright Golden Figure in the air, filled them with profound apprehension. Although Ren Xiaoyao was now at his limit, his aura weak and his stance unsteady, the decisiveness and power of his previous sword strike had deeply shocked them. None of them dared to rashly step forward, fearing they would become the next Demonic God to fall, and could only watch helplessly as he gasped for breath in mid-air.

Ren Xiaoyao stood in the void, his Emperor Sword supporting him on the ground, his figure swaying precariously, as if he would fall at any moment. His moon-white Daoist robe was already soaked in blood, most of it turned dark red. Beneath the tattered fabric, half of his body was corroded black by demonic energy, revealing his stark white Immortal Bone, a horrifying sight. His meridians were shattered, his immortal power completely exhausted, and even mobilizing a trace of strength was extremely difficult. Every time he raised his hand, it was accompanied by excruciating pain. His soul was still reeling from the previous outburst, like a small boat in a raging storm, in danger of capsizing at any moment. Every breath brought excruciating pain to his internal organs. His vision blurred, and his consciousness began to swell. Only his belief in protecting the Three Realms kept him from falling.

He looked up at the remaining five Demonic God, the fighting spirit in his eyes gradually fading, replaced by an undisguised weariness and resolute determination—he was now powerless to kill the remaining Demonic God. If he forced another battle, he would only perish together with them. The immortal Immortal Realm still needed protection, the threat from the Demon Realm realm had not been completely eliminated, the Great Witch Venerable was still lurking in the shadows, and countless innocent lives needed protection. He could not perish here; he had to live, accumulate strength, and only then could he completely eradicate the threat from the Demon Realm.

"I will spare your lives for now," Ren Xiaoyao's voice was weak, yet carried an undeniable authority, like an emperor's pronouncement, piercing through the remaining demonic energy in the air. "When I recover and return, I will surely sweep away the Demon Realm, slay the Great Witch Venerable, wipe out all Devil Creature, restore peace to the Three Realms, and free all living beings from the suffering of war!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ren Xiaoyao suddenly activated the last vestige of his divine Soul Power. The Emperor Sword once again erupted with a dazzling golden light, like a sword drawn from its sheath, carrying an aura of purification that forced back the Blood Axe Demon God who tried to stop him. Although the Blood Axe Demon God was unwilling and his eyes were filled with killing intent, under the intimidation of this golden light, he subconsciously took several steps back, missing the best opportunity to stop him. He could only watch helplessly as the Golden Figure disappeared into the distance. Ren Xiaoyao no longer wanted to fight. He turned around and transformed into a golden stream of light, rushing towards the heart of the Immortal Realm—there lay an High Antiquity secret place hidden above the clouds of the Nine Heavens, the "Primordial Chaos Secret Realm." Legend has it that this Secret Realm was born from the High Antiquity Primordial Chaos Qi, hidden within Space-Time Rift and shrouded in layers of High Antiquity restrictions. Only those with righteous hearts and possessing the Primordial Chaos Aura can sense its location; those who forcibly enter will be swallowed by the Space-Time Rift and reduced to ashes. The Secret Realm realm contains incomparably pure primordial Primordial Chaos Power, flowing Secret Realm like liquid golden light. It can not only quickly repair Damaged Meridians and souls, completely dispel demonic energy and coldness within the body, but also enhance cultivation, break through realm bottlenecks, and even provide an opportunity to comprehend the High Antiquity Primordial Chaos Laws. It is currently the only place where he can restore his combat power and even reach a higher level.

The five Demonic God watched Ren Xiaoyao's departing figure, filled with resentment but wary of the power of his desperate attack, daring not to pursue him rashly. They could only roar in anger. The Blood Axe Demon God, looking at his heavily wounded companions and the chaotic battlefield, roared and slammed his Giant Axe axe into the ground. With a deafening roar, a Bottomless Ravines split open, from which black demonic energy surged forth like a lurking beast. "Ren Xiaoyao! We swear we will not rest until we avenge this! Once you enter the Primordial Chaos Secret Realm, we will unite all the forces of the Demon Realm, lay a net of heaven and earth, and even if we have to dig three feet into the ground, we will drag you out and tear you to pieces to avenge this day!"

Golden light streaked through the sea of clouds in the heavens, while the howling demonic energy and angry roars of the Demonic God behind him were gradually swallowed up by the Gale Wind. Ren Xiaoyao felt a sharp pain in his soul, and the remaining demonic energy was like a bone-deep ailment, frantically retaliating at the broken points of his meridians. Every time he activated his Soul Power, it felt as if countless steel needles were piercing his dantian.