Primordial Chaos Myriad Laws Slay Myriad Demons

The moment the Golden Sword Light pierced the Devil Ancestor's brow, his ten-thousand-foot-tall Demon Body abruptly froze, like Primordial Mountains stripped of all life, towering yet deathly silent. The Heaven-Burning Emperor Formation Flame Sect leaping in his blood-red pupils suddenly dimmed, turning into two clumps of dying embers that slowly rolled down his cracked eye sockets, turning into wisps of black smoke the instant they touched the ground, dissipating in the wind without leaving a trace of warmth. The Devil Ancestor's colossal body, forged from the fusion of the deepest Origin Demonic Qi Primordial Chaos and the Sha Qi of the eighteen layers of the Nine Netherworlds Purgatory, emitted a piercing "sizzle" sound under the scorching of the Primordial Chaos Purification Law carried by the Emperor Sword, like a red-hot branding iron. It pierced fiercely into the millennia-old ice. The pitch-black Demon Body disintegrated and shattered inch by inch at a speed visible to the naked eye. Each fragment melted in golden light as it fell, turning into specks of pitch-black Stardust. Thick, ink-like demonic energy flowed down with the sword light like a receding tide, pouring down along the unhealed Void Rift between heaven and earth, as if to fill the Chaos Abyss. The ferocious baleful Sha Qi that had condensed into the body was burned into wisps of bluish-gray smoke by the Primordial Fire burning fiercely on the Emperor Sword. As it drifted in the air, it was assimilated by the Spiritual Qi that was reviving in heaven and earth, leaving not a trace of impurity, as if this world -World-Destroying Demon Ancestor had never descended upon the Three Realms.

"No--! I Immortal Body born at the Beginning of Chaos, wielding the Great Dao of Destruction, commanding billions of demons. How could I be defeated by a mere ant like you!"

A piercing, deafening roar echoed throughout the universe, like the simultaneous wailing of countless vengeful ghosts breaking free of hell's shackles, or the desperate howl of a collapsing Nine Netherworlds Demonic Prison. It shook the remaining Void Rift between heaven and earth, causing the Chaos Current at their edges to surge wildly. Even the already cracked earth below resonated, Bottomless Ravines bursting open, crimson magma gushing from the depths of the earth's veins, only to be reduced to a shower of Mars by the impact of the sound waves. From the core of the Devil Ancestor's disintegrating remains, eleven dense, impenetrable black demonic lights suddenly burst forth. Each light was like a condensed version of the Origin Power, rapidly spinning and intertwining in the void, forming Pitch-Black Vortex that Devouring Light Rays. In the blink of an eye, eleven colossal demon Demonic God, identical in appearance to the Devil Ancestor and possessing undiminished aura, stood between heaven and earth—each towering... A colossal figure, its muscles bulging like Ancient Demons mountain, its hardened skin gleaming with a deep black metallic sheen, reflecting a chilling, eerie light; its body was covered in spiderweb-like dark red patterns, within which flowed viscous, foul-smelling demonic blood, each drop weighing over a thousand pounds, corroding the void and leaving lingering black spots; sharp horns pointed skyward on its head, flashing with a cold light that Sky-Rending Strike, its fangs protruding like curved blades carved from white jade, its blood-red pupils surging with the Flame Sect of destruction and madness, its body radiating a terrifying pressure capable of crushing ordinary Golden Immortal, eleven pressures intertwined to form an invisible curtain, suffocating all living beings below. This was the eleven Life Essences that the Devil Ancestor had hidden for countless ages, forged from the splitting of its own Origin Power into Immortal Body. Unless these eleven avatars were completely obliterated, severing all primordial connections, the Devil Ancestor would spring back to life like weeds in the spring breeze, never truly perishing.

"Human, do you think you can truly kill me by shattering a mere physical body?" The leading Devil Ancestor's avatar grinned savagely, his blood-red eyes churning with extreme madness and venom. Drops of black demonic blood dripped from his lips, instantly melting the hard rock into a smoky, black liquid. "These eleven lives are Life-Slaying Talisman tailor-made for you! Today, I will grind you to dust, extract your soul, and cast your spirit into the deepest hell of the Nine Netherworlds, where countless Demonic Insects will gnaw at your soul day and night, making you suffer the agony of Myriad Demons Devouring Heart, your soul torn apart, never to be freed, unable to live, unable to die!"

Before the words were even finished, the eleven Devil Ancestor avatars acted simultaneously, their movements perfectly synchronized, as if controlled by a single person. Colossal, sky-covering palms slammed down, the Power of Annihilation concentrated within them like the weight of a billion-mile-long black sea, weaving into an endless, pitch-black net. The net's Destruction Runes, each barb gleaming with a ghostly green poisonous light, radiating a strange power capable of corroding Immortal Bone and Annihilation divine souls. This net encompassed heaven and earth, trapping Ren Xiaoyao firmly in its center, giving him no chance to breathe. Extreme Cold Demonic Flame transformed into a continuous Black Fire sweeping across the land, freezing the void with thick Ice Crystals Ice Crystals wherever they passed. These ice crystals were covered with Black Demonic Markings, radiating a chilling aura that could freeze all life. Nine Heavens Demonic Lightning, like roaring black dragons, crashed down from the depths of the clouds, their claws Sky-Rending Strike with terrifying power capable of destroying all life. Each bolt of lightning created a bottomless crater upon impact. Bone Corroding Evil Qi condensed... Thousands upon thousands of fine, hair-like poisonous thorns, densely packed like a torrential rain, each containing a strange poison capable of dissolving Immortal Bone and corroding Immortal Essence. Even a mere graze would instantly invade the meridians. A Soul-Corrupting Poisonous Mist spread out, transforming into hideous ghostly faces, emitting piercing shrieks, attempting to burrow into Ren Xiaoyao's soul and destroy his will. All sorts of bizarre Devil Cultivation Method erupted simultaneously, and the void shattered completely under the crushing force of these multiple terrifying powers, countless Chaos Current flowing from the Rift... The energy surged into the battlefield from the Rift, intertwining with the Heavenly Demon energy to form an even more terrifying storm of destruction. Wherever the storm passed, the already ravaged mountains and rivers were instantly leveled. The crimson magma gushing from the fractured ley lines was churned into Heavenly Fire by the storm, and the scattered rocks were crushed into dust. Only a suffocating Destructive Aura remained between heaven and earth. Even sunlight was completely blocked by this terrifying power, and the Three Realms seemed to be returning to a state of Wu Tian.

Ren Xiaoyao stood in the center of the storm, his moon-white robes fluttering and rustling in the strong wind, and the demon blood and blood stains on his robes fluttered in the wind, but it did not affect his figure at all. His expression remained as calm as before, as if the disaster of world destruction in front of him was just a breeze, and there was not even a trace of extra curvature in the corner of his mouth. The golden light in his one eye surged, like two wheels hanging in the scorching sun for nine days. , the light penetrated through the thick layers of demonic mist, reflecting the ferocious faces of the eleven demon ancestor clones. There was no fear in the eyes, only the extremely cold determination, as if the eleven world-destroying demon gods in front of them were just eleven rotten trees waiting to be chopped. The Hongmeng Dao Fruit in the body was running wildly in the Dantian, emitting a warm and majestic golden glow, nourishing the limbs and bones like the warm spring sun, every time Every inch of the meridians was filled with rays of light, and the physical body that had been slightly damaged in the war was now recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye; the power of the Golden Immortal was like a rushing river and sea, roaring and flowing in the meridians. Every pulse caused the resonance of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Countless golden spiritual energy vortexes emerged in the void, converging towards his body like stars over the moon, replenishing the power he had consumed. The Imperial Sword was in his hand. It hummed in the middle, emitting a clear and exciting dragon roar, like a divine dragon above the nine heavens cheering for the upcoming decisive battle. The runes of the three laws of space, purification, and destruction on the sword shone with dazzling light, like a galaxy surrounding the sword body, completely integrating the three ultimate laws, exuding a supreme power that looked down on the world and suppressed the eternal, so that the surrounding demonic energy did not dare to get close.

"As long as the Devil Ancestor remains, the Three Realms will never be at peace! Today, I will bury all eleven of your lives here to comfort the souls of countless departed beings!"

Ren Xiaoyao let out a sharp shout, his voice carrying the supreme pressure of Golden Immortal Peak and the terrifying power of the Primordial Principle of Primordial Chaos Origin, shaking the universe like a thunderclap and resounding in every corner of the Three Realms. This shout caused the eleven Devil Ancestor avatars to tremble violently, their surging demonic energy momentarily stagnating, as if suppressed by Invisible Power, even slowing their movements by half a beat. His figure suddenly transformed into thousands of golden rainbows, like stars falling to Mortal World, each radiating dazzling light, appearing simultaneously before the eleven Devil Ancestor avatars, each lifelike and radiating the same Golden Immortal pressure. It was so convincing that it was impossible to distinguish the real from the fake, and it was impossible to determine which one was his true form. The ninth move of the Heaven Burning Sword Technique, "Myriad Swords Return to Origin," was unleashed at full power. The Emperor Sword split into eleven identical Golden Long Sword in the golden light. Each longsword contained the same terrifying power, and its blade was burning with Primordial Emperor Fire. The golden flames were interwoven with intricate Law Runes, like a living Star River, flowing endlessly. They were all aimed at the vital points between the eyebrows of the eleven Devil Ancestor clones—the place where the Devil Ancestor clones' original power was concentrated, and also their only fatal weakness. Once broken, the clones would completely dissipate and there would be no possibility of reorganization.

Sword light flashed, like eleven Golden Lightning piercing the boundless darkness, illuminating every corner of the Three Realms. Screams rose and fell, echoing through the heavens, even causing the evil spirits beneath the Nine Netherworlds to tremble. The first Devil Ancestor's avatar attempted to condense a protective demonic light with the Power of Annihilation to defend itself. That pitch-black demonic light, like a thick, black Mysterious Iron shield, was enough to withstand a full-force attack from Golden Immortal, but it was instantly melted by the Purification Law. Like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun, the Emperor Sword pierced straight through its brow like a hot knife through butter. Its Origin Power dissipated like a flood, and its massive body crashed to the ground, causing the earth to tremble violently and crack. Countless spiderweb-like patterns then dissipated into Heavenly Demon energy, leaving not even a trace of remnant soul behind; the second clone attempted to imitate the Shadow Demon God and merge into the void to escape, but was firmly locked in place by Ren Xiaoyao's Law of Space. Countless Golden Runes appeared in the void, forming an invisible net that imprisoned the entire space. The sword light followed like a shadow, like a leech, instantly catching up with the fleeing clone and crushing its physical body and soul together, turning them into specks of black Stardust that dissipated into the void; the third clone suddenly opened its mouth and spewed out Extreme Cold Demonic Flame, attempting to freeze the sword light and stop its advance. Its trajectory was reversed, devoured by the Primordial Emperor Fire. The demonic flames instantly turned into Ice Crystals, burning its massive body into a wisp of green smoke, which was completely annihilated in the wind, leaving not a trace. The fourth clone swung its giant palm, unleashing Heavenly Demon energy, forming a thick, pitch-black wall of energy. The wall was covered with Destruction Runes, but it was directly torn apart by the Destruction Laws. Like paper, its body broke in the middle, and pitch-black demonic blood gushed out like a black waterfall, corroding deep pits on the ground and emitting a pungent, fishy stench. The fifth clone condensed... He summoned his natal Devil Artifact —a Black Demonic Shield covered in spikes—attempting to block the sword light, but it was shattered by the Emperor Sword. As the Demon Shield shattered, his entire arm was severed. The damaged clone let out a shrill scream, its voice filled with unbelievable fear and pain, before finally dissolving completely in golden light. The sixth clone roared and charged towards Ren Xiaoyao, attempting to withstand the sword light with its bare body, but the moment it touched the Golden Sword Blade, its body began to disintegrate inch by inch. Primordial Emperor Fire spread along its skin, incinerating its Demon Body, leaving only a mournful howl of despair...

Ren Xiaoyao, like a war god traversing the myriad demons, moved with unpredictable speed and unpredictable movements. His feet moved with the Primordial Movement Technique, each step precisely placed on Space-time Node. He moved with ease amidst the siege of eleven Devil Ancestor avatars, as if strolling in a leisurely garden. Every sword strike was aimed precisely at the vital points of the Devil Ancestor avatars, without the slightest superfluous movement, clean and swift, carrying an undeniable killing intent. The eleven longswords were like eleven protective lights, weaving an impenetrable Sword Net across the battlefield, blocking and purifying all the incoming Devil Cultivation Method attacks, making the Devil Ancestor avatars' offensives as solid as stone. The sea had no effect. The attacks of the Devil Ancestor's avatars, though fierce and dense like a storm, powerful enough to destroy the heavens and earth, could not reach Ren Xiaoyao. They could only fall continuously amidst the Golden Sword Light, like fragile bubbles. With each avatar's demise, the demonic energy in the world weakened, and a sliver of light appeared in the originally pitch-black sky. Sunlight pierced through layers of thick clouds, casting a weak but warm glow, illuminating more of the ravaged land, giving the surviving creatures a glimmer of hope, and rekindling their will to live.

After a short while, the tenth Devil Ancestor avatar vanished amidst the sword light. The demonic energy in the world had thinned considerably, and sunlight could finally penetrate the clouds to illuminate every corner of the earth. The aura of the revival of mountains and rivers gradually spread. Only the last avatar remained, struggling to hold on. This avatar had gathered the remaining essence of the other ten, and its aura was several times more terrifying than the original Devil Ancestor. The Demonic Runes on its body surged, writhing wildly like living venomous snakes, densely covering its entire body. Each Demonic Runes shimmered with a ghostly green light. Desperate madness flowed in its blood-red eyes, and the depths of its pupils reflected the scene of destruction. The Sha Qi around its body was so dense that it almost solidified into a substance, transforming into sharp black spikes that swirled around its body. Even the surrounding void was slightly distorted by this terrifying Sha Qi, forming circles of black ripples, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

"Human, you cannot win! Even if I Death and Dao Annihilation, I will drag you down with me! The Three Realms at peace because of you, but they will also perish because of you!"

The last avatar of the Devil Ancestor suddenly ceased its attack. The demonic energy and Sha Qi surrounding it surged wildly like a Eerie Runes, all rushing into its brow. Its massive body visibly withered, its once bulging muscles rapidly shrinking, its skin becoming wrinkled and grotesque. Clearly, it was burning away all its remaining power, including its last vestiges of Soul Origin. A Black Curse Seal covered in eerie runes slowly emerged, roughly ten feet in size, hovering before it. It was inscribed with twisted Demonic Script, each Demonic Script resembling a face struggling in agony, emitting a silent wail. Countless phantoms of vengeful spirits struggled frantically within the curse seal, extending withered claws as if trying to break free and pounce on all living beings in the world, unleashing a chilling, Curse- like power. This power was cold, domineering, and carried a destructive obsession, causing Spiritual Qi in the world to tremble. The very Spiritual Qi froze. This was a forbidden curse cast by the Devil Ancestor, using his last remaining essence as a catalyst and burning all his remaining power—the "Myriad Calamities Undying Curse." This curse originated from the deepest source of Curse in the Nine Netherworlds, formed from the resentment of countless dead souls. Once formed, it would be deeply bound to the soul of the cursed target, eternally entangled. Unless the caster's essence completely dissipated and the cursed target's Soul Annihilation, it could never be lifted. The cursed target would suffer the Myriad Demons Devouring Heart for countless lifetimes. Their cultivation would not only stagnate but also gradually decline. Every time they circulated their spiritual power, it would trigger a backlash from the Curse, like ten thousand needles piercing their heart; every breakthrough would be like experiencing a soul-tearing torture, unbearably painful; ultimately, they would perish in endless pain and despair, without even the chance of reincarnation. Their soul would be completely devoured by the power of the Curse, turning into Void, never to be reborn.

"Not good!" Upon seeing this, Ren Xiaoyao's eyes narrowed sharply, alarm bells rang in his mind, and a strong sense of crisis instantly enveloped his entire body. He dared not be negligent in the slightest. He could clearly feel the terrifying power contained in this curse seal. It was a forbidden power capable of destroying the Immortals and Gods of a Golden Immortal, more insidious and vicious than any demonic Devil Cultivation Method. Once tainted, one would be doomed. He no longer held back any strength, pouring all the Golden Immortal Power, the boundless foundation of the Primordial Chaos Inheritance, and even a Origin Power from the depths of his soul into the Emperor Sword. The sword instantly grew to ten thousand feet in length, standing between heaven and earth like a giant pillar. The Law Runes on the sword shone brightly, as dazzling as Star River, exuding an unparalleled power that suppressed all ages and was indestructible. With the majestic momentum of World Creation, it fiercely slashed down at the last Devil Ancestor clone, wanting to kill it completely before the curse seal was fully formed.

"Hahaha... Too late! This curse is complete, you are destined to never be reincarnated!" The Devil Ancestor laughed maniacally, his laughter filled with the pleasure of mutual destruction and resentment. His voice was hoarse like a broken gong, extremely grating. "Ren Xiaoyao, you will carry my Curse and struggle in endless pain! You will watch the Three Realms you protect fall into darkness once more, watch those around you die one by one because of you, watch your cultivation decline day by day, from a high and mighty Golden Immortal to a worthless piece of trash despised by everyone, and finally transform into a mad monster, destroying everything in endless torment, including yourself! This is the price you pay for protecting the Three Realms!"

The Black Curse Seal detached from the Devil Ancestor's avatar's brow, transforming into an extremely fast, jet-black streak of light. Ignoring spatial distance and breaking through all barriers of Principle, it seemed capable of traversing time and space, shooting directly towards Ren Xiaoyao's brow. Within that streak of light, countless vengeful ghostly phantoms bared their fangs and claws, emitting silent roars and exuding a suffocatingly chilling aura. Wherever it passed, even the air froze into ice, leaving a jet-black trail in the void that could not heal for a long time, as if it had been eternally defiled.

Just as the cursed seal was about to touch Ren Xiaoyao's brow, the Emperor Sword finally descended with the force of World Creation. The Golden Sword Light, like the final judgment of a god, cleaved the last Devil Ancestor's avatar in two from head to crotch. Dark demonic blood and Origin Power gushed forth like a black rainstorm, instantly incinerated by the Primordial Emperor Fire in mid-air, completely dissipating into the world without leaving a trace. With the demise of the last avatar, the demonic energy in the world instantly vanished, and sunlight pierced through all the darkness. The shackles, shining down on every corner of the earth, slowly revive the mountains and rivers—the fractured earth veins gradually calm down, no longer spewing forth scorching magma, and tender green moss sprouts from the cracks; the dried-up riverbeds rise with moist air, and groundwater begins to gather, gradually forming trickles; the remaining vegetation sprouts tender green buds, stretching its leaves under the sunlight, exuding Vibrant Vitality; the stench of blood and decay in the air is completely purified, replaced by a fresh and pure Spiritual Qi, so inhaled that even a single breath can refresh the mind and body.

However, the Black Curse Seal had already struck Ren Xiaoyao's brow, and like a maggot clinging to his bone, it instantly merged into the depths of his soul and disappeared, leaving only a faint black mark on his brow, like an ink dot, which flashed by and could not be detected without careful observation.

Ren Xiaoyao felt a piercing, excruciating pain between his brows, as if thousands of steel needles had simultaneously pierced his soul. An extremely cold and domineering power rapidly spread through his soul, as if countless vengeful ghosts with sharp fangs and claws were frantically gnawing at it, or as if thousands of poisonous ants were crawling and biting through his meridians. Every inch of his skin, every meridian, every corner of his soul was filled with indescribable agony. The waves of pain made him groan involuntarily, and a drop of golden blood spilled from the corner of his mouth—the blood of a Golden Immortal, containing boundless vitality. But this drop of golden blood, falling into the void, was instantly corroded by an invisible Curse, turning into wisps of black smoke and disappearing. It dissipated, leaving not a trace of life, as if this Curse power could devour all life in the world. He could clearly feel that this Curse power was like a bone-deep ailment, deeply rooted in the Soul Origin, like the gnarled roots of an old tree, difficult to completely eradicate, and constantly eroding his cultivation and soul—the originally surging Golden Immortal Power became sluggish, like a frozen river, its flow greatly slowed down, and even showed signs of flowing backward; the light of the Primordial Chaos Dao Fruit in his dantian also dimmed a bit, the originally warm golden glow became flickering, as if it would be extinguished at any moment, and even fine black cracks appeared on the Dao Fruit.