The Evil Emperor's Might

The black, Evil Mist surged and churned like a boiling sea of ink, thick and viscous like solidified haze. Every wisp of evil energy carried a chilling coldness that could penetrate to the bone, like countless icy tentacles frantically licking the ruins of the Heavenly Wave Mansion —those jade brick fragments, once nourished by the Primordial Chaos golden light and lustrous as jade, were now covered in black mold under the erosion of the evil energy, their surfaces weathering and peeling away at a visible speed, revealing the dark gray interior; the broken sections of the Coiled Dragon Pillars hissed, revealing Innate Dao Patterns... The light flickered like a candle in the wind, uncertainly shining in the darkness. Each flash was dimmer than the last, as if it might be extinguished at any moment. The once warm and mellow Primordial Chaos golden light had been completely swallowed up, leaving only deathly darkness and a suffocating sense of oppression in the world. Even the air became heavy and viscous, like lead-soaked mud. Inhaling it made one feel a chill in the lungs and a slight tremor in the soul, as if countless tiny insects were wriggling and gnawing in the marrow, causing unbearable itching and pain.

The Evil Emperor hovered in mid-air, his Mysterious Black Emperor Robe fluttering in the Evil Mist. The Asura patterns embroidered on the hem of the robes twisted and writh as if they had come alive, each Dao Patterns flowing with a scarlet halo, as if soaked in the blood of billions of living beings, so viscous that it could drip sweet-smelling blood beads. He exuded a dense aura of bloodlust and slaughter, an aura that was not ordinary bloodlust, but a mixture of the despair of Annihilation souls and the resentment of wailing living beings, making one feel as if they could witness a Purgatory scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, piled high with bones: countless severed limbs piled up like mountains, vengeful spirits rising and falling and howling in the sea of blood, Asura wielding weapons, tearing apart and devouring living beings, leaving only boundless pain and darkness in the world. His dark eyes swept across indifferently, without waves or waves, yet like two bottomless Chaos Abyss, containing the power of destruction. With a mere glance at him, Ren Xiaoyao felt a violent tremor in his soul. The Primordial Chaos Origin within him, like a river frozen by Ten-Thousand-Year Profound Ice, instantly stagnated. A series of needle-like pricking pains shot through his meridians, as if countless fine needles were piercing him simultaneously. Even his bone marrow felt chilled to the bone, causing him to shiver involuntarily. Although the Emperor Sword in his hand had been sheathed, it continued to emit an uneasy hum. The hum was low and weak, like the groan of a dying man. The runes of the Three Great Law Runes of space, purification, and destruction engraved on the sword were dim, like candles flickering in the wind. It seemed that it had been completely overwhelmed by this extreme evil pressure, and even the courage to resist was gradually dissipating. A fine layer of black frost even condensed on the scabbard, carrying a corrosive aura, slowly eroding the material of the scabbard.

"The difference is so vast..." Ren Xiaoyao's heart sank suddenly. A chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat. His clothes clung tightly to his skin, icy cold. He clearly sensed that the aura emanating from the Evil Emperor had already surpassed the realm of Grand Unity Golden Immortal, and even faintly touched upon the "Daoist pressure" that only Grand Unity Golden Immortal could possess—a supreme aura that merged one's own Great Dao with heaven and earth, and held sway over the origin of a region, as immeasurable as the Heavenly Dao Punishment. Resistance instilled in him a profound awe and fear from the depths of his soul. The aura of the Evil Emperor was not an outwardly released, violent energy, but a restrained, oppressive force akin to the Heaven and Earth Laws. It was as if he himself was the Incarnation of "evil," and all justice, light, and vitality in the world had to bow down and Annihilation before him. Even though he had just passed through the ninefold tribulation, eradicated the curse seal, and touched the threshold of the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm, with the three pillars of the Primordial Chaos Dao Fruit within his body standing firm and the Origin Power pure and boundless, he was still no match for this evil emperor who had lived for countless millennia. Before the Great Emperor, he was like an ant trying to shake a tree, utterly futile. In a flash, without hesitation, the urge to escape spread like wildfire through his heart—this was no time for lingering in battle; only by fleeing could he find a glimmer of hope. His hands moved swiftly, forming hand Method Formula, golden light flashing at his fingertips. The Law of Space were pushed to their limit, and layers of spatial ripples spread around him, like pebbles thrown into a lake, expanding outwards in concentric circles. Wherever these ripples passed, the Evil Mist in the darkness was dispersed, revealing fleeting moments of clarity. The dispelled evil energy, as if encountering its nemesis, sizzled and corroded rapidly, quickly dissipating. The next second, his figure transformed into a golden stream of light, condensed to its extreme, tearing through the thick, inky black Evil Mist with a sharp, piercing sound, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, speeding towards the exit of the Primordial Chaos Secret Realm —a route he had scouted out long ago upon entering the Secret Realm, hidden in the crevices of the Chaos Current, concealed by a thin layer of Primordial Chaos Spiritual Energy, now becoming his only chance of survival.

"Trying to leave?" The Evil Emperor's voice was icy and chilling, devoid of any human emotion. Like ice from the Nine Netherworlds abyss rubbing and colliding, it sent shivers down the spine of anyone who heard it, making their very soul tremble as if it were about to freeze and shatter. Before his words even finished, the black evil energy surrounding him surged violently, sweeping out like a tsunami, instantly transforming into countless grotesque tentacles as thick as buckets. These tentacles were jet black, their surfaces covered with fine barbs, shimmering with a cold, eerie green light, and dripping a viscous black liquid from their tips. This liquid melted upon contact with the ground, corroding it into tiny Black Hole. The tentacles, like a swarm of black snakes, emitted a sharp, piercing hiss. This hiss wasn't from his vocal cords, but rather a soul-crushing attack generated by the evil energy rubbing against the air, causing... Dizzy and disoriented, the tentacles instantly entangled Ren Xiaoyao's escape route, forming an impenetrable black net. Wherever the tentacles passed, the space was corroded, leaving black spots that, like maggots clinging to bones, continued to expand and spread, emanating an aura of Annihilation that could destroy everything. Even the Chaos Current was completely swallowed up and turned into Void. Even more terrifying was that the pure evil essence contained within the tentacles could penetrate the Primordial Chaos golden light surrounding his body, like an all-pervasive ghost, burrowing into his body through his pores, colliding and annihilating with his Primordial Chaos Origin Power. This caused him a sharp, intense pain in his meridians, as if two sharp blades were cutting into them. His blood surged uncontrollably, and a strong, metallic taste rose in his throat, almost causing him to spit out blood on the spot.

Ren Xiaoyao gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressing the surging blood and qi within him. His gums bled from the force of his Origin Power, spilling from the corners of his mouth and dripping onto his clothes. A resolute glint flashed in his eyes, bloodshot veins spreading in his pupils. He knew that if he didn't create an opening, he would surely perish here today, and the sacrifice of the Primordial Kirin would be in vain. He abruptly stopped, his wrist flicking, and the Emperor Sword was drawn again, emitting a clear clang like a dragon's roar breaking the dawn, the golden sword... The light instantly illuminated the darkness, like a blazing sun in the night, dispelling some of the surrounding Evil Mist. The twisted, malevolent tentacles instinctively retreated, their barbs slightly curling. "Primordial Chaos Slash!" he roared, his voice filled with a desperate resolve. The remaining Primordial Violet Qi within him poured entirely into the sword, causing the Primordial Chaos Dao patterns on its surface to surge wildly, like a living dragon, swirling and churning across the blade, radiating a boundless, World Creation- shaking power. A golden Sword Aura, tens of meters long, Sky-Rending Strike with a whistling sound, like a giant blade wielded by a god, and slashed down towards the evil qi tentacles in front of it. "Sizzle—" The sound of metal clashing was extremely ear-piercing, like thousands of steel needles simultaneously piercing the eardrums, causing people to instinctively cover their ears, their very souls trembling. Wherever the Sword Aura passed, dozens of evil qi tentacles snapped in two, black evil qi spurting out like a fountain, corroding deep, dark pits upon landing. Hissing and sizzling, billowing black smoke, even the Primordial Chaos rubble on the ground was melted into black mud, emitting a pungent, fishy stench. However, the Evil Emperor's evil energy was inexhaustible, seemingly never to run dry. As soon as the severed tentacles dissipated into the air, more tentacles surged out from the black Evil Mist, like a dense spider web, completely blocking his escape route, even more densely packed than before, leaving not a single gap. The concentration of evil energy also grew thicker and thicker, almost solidifying into a physical form.

The Evil Emperor remained motionless, like a supreme ruler, indifferently observing everything as if toying with a dying prey. His pale, jade-like face was expressionless, his skin as delicate as a woman's, yet devoid of color. Only a barely perceptible hint of impatience flashed in his dark eyes, as if he found Ren Xiaoyao's resistance tedious and a waste of his time. He slowly raised his right hand, his long, slender fingers as white as jade, his nails gleaming with a faint black light, like a poisoned dagger, yet carrying a deadly danger. With a light touch, a perfectly condensed... A black, malevolent light burst forth, seemingly as thin as a thread, yet containing World-Destroying Power. Within it were countless tiny phantoms of Asura, howling and struggling, radiating an aura of annihilation. The light moved with incredible speed, transcending the limitations of space, seemingly surmounting the barriers of time and distance. Almost instantly, it traversed a thousand feet, appearing behind Ren Xiaoyao. "Pfft—" Before Ren Xiaoyao could even activate his Protective Golden Light, he felt a searing pain in his back, as if branded by a red-hot iron. The iron pierced him fiercely, as if thousands of steel needles had pierced him simultaneously, causing him to convulse in agony. The black, evil light pierced through his Primordial Chaos Golden Light Shield without hindrance, burrowing into his body like a greedy venomous snake, rampaging through his meridians, destroying everything in its path. Wherever it passed, meridians ruptured inch by inch, and the Primordial Chaos Origin Power leaked out like a burst dam. The flesh at the wounds instantly turned black and rotted, emitting a foul stench. The black corrosive marks spread visibly in all directions, as if to turn his entire body into pus. He groaned, unable to suppress his pain any longer. Unable to control the surging blood and qi within him, a mouthful of golden blood spurted out, transforming into golden raindrops in the air—a poignant and desperate sight. Each drop of blood, upon landing, corroded the ground, creating tiny pits that rapidly expanded until they merged into one. His figure staggered towards the ground like a kite with a broken string, crashing down with a deafening roar, creating a crater several meters deep. Debris flew everywhere, and dust billowed, engulfing his figure. The rubble continued to tumble down the crater walls, seemingly threatening to bury him completely. The rising dust, mixed with black, malevolent energy, made it difficult to breathe.

"Master, run! I'll hold him off for a moment!" The Primordial Kirin was already extremely weak, its radiant glow dim and lifeless. Its once brilliant golden-red color had faded like worn-out silk, the edges even beginning to become transparent. Its aura was utterly depleted; it could barely stand, its body swaying precariously, as if it might dissipate at any moment. But now, to protect Ren Xiaoyao, it resolutely burned its last wisp of Origin Power. Its form swelled dramatically, transforming from a three-foot-tall figure into a ten-foot-tall phantom. Its radiant glow suddenly intensified, like a burning flame, radiating a warm and holy light, transforming into a dazzling golden-red radiance, like a sturdy Glazed Ice shield, instantly enveloping the falling Ren Xiaoyao. "Bang bang bang—" Countless subsequent attacks... The evil tentacles slammed into the radiant shield, producing a dull, deafening roar, like thunder exploding in one's ears, causing a sharp pain in the eardrums. The shield instantly became riddled with countless cracks, like shattered Glazed Ice. Each impact widened the cracks, and the radiant light on the shield's surface dimmed, threatening to shatter at any moment. The Primordial Kirin's voice, filled with extreme exhaustion and resolve, entered Ren Xiaoyao's mind like a flickering candle in the wind. "The Evil Emperor is bound by the ancient seal of the Secret Realm, Primordial Chaos Restriction left from the World Creation, locked by the Chaos Origin and chained by the Heavenly Dao Laws. Although he can roam freely within the Secret Realm, he cannot leave Secret Realm even a step! As long as you break through the exit, you can survive! Go! Don't worry about me!"

Ren Xiaoyao gazed at the cracked shield of radiant light before him, feeling the warmth and power emanating from the burning essence of the Primordial Kirin. Within that warmth lay a trace of Annihilation; clearly, the Qilin was at its last gasp, each second it held on bringing it closer to annihilation. A flicker of guilt and resentment crossed his eyes, and hot tears nearly spilled— the Primordial Kirin had been by his side since the beginning of his cultivation, a companion, a family member, saving him from countless perils, and now it was to sacrifice itself for him. But he knew even more deeply that he could not betray the Primordial Kirin's sacrifice. Only by surviving could he avenge it; to perish together today would be a true betrayal. He took a deep breath, using the gap created by the shield to activate the last vestige of his Origin Power, pushing the Primordial Movement Technique to their limit. His figure became ghostly and ethereal, disappearing amidst the crumbling palace ruins and the raging chaos. He darted swiftly through the Chaos Current, each blink avoiding falling boulders and swirling Evil Mist. Along the way, countless broken dragon-shaped Coiled Dragon Jade Pillars and shattered jade bricks fell, crashing to the ground with dull thuds and kicking up clouds of dust. The Primordial Chaos currents, like raging hurricanes, carried World-Destroying Power, repeatedly assaulting his body, worsening his already severely injured state. Golden blood seeped from his wounds, staining his clothes red and leaving a long, gruesome trail behind him. His left arm had lost all feeling; black evil energy was relentlessly eroding his meridians, numbing half of his body. Yet, he dared not linger, his eyes fixed on the faintly visible exit of the Secret Realm in the distance. The gate of light, formed by Innate Dao Patterns, was like a lighthouse in the darkness, guiding his way and providing the only motivation to continue.

The exit of the Secret Realm was close at hand, a gate of light formed by Innate Dao Patterns, emanating faint spatial fluctuations. The occasional glimpses of Primordial Chaos Aura leaking from the flowing Dao Patterns invigorated him, and the remaining Origin Power within his body stirred slightly. But at that moment, the Evil Emperor's pressure grew increasingly terrifying, like a towering mountain pressing down on his heart, making it difficult to breathe, his chest feeling as if it were about to explode, and his Origin Power almost ceasing to circulate. The entire Secret Realm trembled violently, as if on the verge of collapse. In the distance, Primordial Chaos currents churned wildly, countless Chaos Fragments were scattered and flew like a meteor shower, crashing to the ground with deafening roars, forming a... A series of pits of varying depths. Ren Xiaoyao looked up and saw a gigantic Black Palm Seal, covering the sky and obscuring the sun, slowly forming within the black Evil Mist mist. The palm print was a thousand feet in size, covering most of the sky, and covered with hideous Asura patterns. Each Dao Patterns was writhing, as if countless Asura were roaring and struggling within it, emitting a chilling Evil Aura. Wherever the palm print passed, space twisted and collapsed, forming black vortexes. These vortexes continuously devoured everything around them, including light, air currents, and even space itself, crashing down on him like Mount Tai Crushing Down, trying to completely suppress him before he could exit.

"I'll fight to the death!" A mad glint flashed in Ren Xiaoyao's eyes, his eye sockets bloodshot, like a wounded beast. He knew he had no way out; either he would rush out of the exit or be shattered to pieces. He abruptly turned around, no longer looking at the exit so close at hand, but instead raising the Emperor Sword high in his hand. This natal Natal Magic Treasure, which had accompanied him for many years, seemed to sense his determination and resolve. The sword erupted with an unprecedentedly brilliant golden light, even surpassing the light it had shone during his tribulation. The Three Great Law Runes on the sword lit up simultaneously: the spatial runes distorted the void, forming tiny Space Cracks; the Purification Runes dispelled the Evil Mist, forming a faint golden light curtain around him; the Destruction Runes condensed their sharpness, making the sword even sharper, as if it could cut through everything in the world. The three intertwined, radiating World Creation power, even causing the surrounding black Evil Mist to retreat. Without hesitation, Ren Xiaoyao hurled the Emperor Sword, its blade transforming into a golden meteor, carrying all his hope and remaining strength... Power, carrying the will to live and die with its master, crashed headlong into the enormous Black Palm Seal. "Boom--!" The instant the two collided, a terrifying Energy Impact in all directions like a tsunami. The black evil energy and the golden Primordial Chaos Power intertwined, collided, and annihilated each other, producing a deafening roar. The entire Secret Realm shook violently under the effect of this shockwave. The already dilapidated Heavenly Wave Mansion completely collapsed, turning into ruins, and the rising dust blotted out the sun. The moment the Emperor Sword touched the Black Palm Seal, it let out a mournful cry of being unable to bear the burden. Cracks spread across its blade like a spider web, each crack shimmering with golden light, as if making a final struggle. Finally, with a "crack," it shattered, turning into specks of golden light and dissipating into the air. But this brief obstruction also bought Ren Xiaoyao a precious chance to breathe. The downward momentum of the Black Palm Seal paused slightly, the Asura patterns in the palm dimmed a little, and the size of the palm print shrank slightly.

Without the slightest hesitation, he leaped forward, shooting towards the portal to the Secret Realm's exit like an arrow. His speed was extreme, leaving afterimages in the air, almost breaking the sound barrier. The instant his body passed through the portal, he activated the Primordial Chaos Restriction he had set up beforehand—a contingency plan he had left behind, consuming a significant amount of Primordial Chaos Origin, which finally came in handy. With a deafening roar, the Primordial Chaos Restriction erupted, instantly sealing the Secret Realm Entrance with a golden light barrier. The barrier was covered with dense Primordial Chaos Dao patterns, like a giant sealing talisman, radiating a holy aura and temporarily blocking the pursuit of the evil Qi. The black Evil Mist crashed against the light barrier, emitting a sizzling corrosive sound. The Dao Patterns on the surface of the barrier flickered continuously, fighting against the evil Qi. Golden currents coursed through the barrier, shattering some of the evil Qi, but the barrier's color was gradually darkening, clearly unable to hold out for long.

A Evil Emperor snort came from behind, the voice carrying a hint of impatience and contempt, as if mocking his pathetic escape. There was no pursuit, only the dense evil energy constantly impacting the Primordial Chaos Restriction, producing dull thuds. Each impact caused the light barrier to tremble violently, cracks silently spreading along its edges. Ren Xiaoyao staggered and fell into the Chaos Land outside the Secret Realm. His legs gave way the moment his feet touched the ground, and he collapsed, covered in blood, his aura extremely weak. Blood continued to flow from his wounds, staining the Primordial Chaos rubble beneath him. The rubble, soaked in Golden Blood, even shimmered with a faint spiritual light, its rough texture becoming slightly smoother. His Origin Power was almost completely exhausted. The remaining black evil energy in his meridians gnawed at his body and soul like maggots, causing him excruciating pain and blurring his consciousness, as if he might faint at any moment. But he finally breathed a sigh of relief, slumped onto the Primordial Chaos rubble, and gasped for breath, his chest heaving like a broken bellows, each breath accompanied by piercing pain, straining his Damaged Meridians. He turned his head and looked at the Secret Realm Entrance in the distance, which was completely shrouded in black Evil Mist. He could vaguely feel the terrifying pressure, but no one rushed out— the Evil Emperor was indeed bound by the ancient seal of the Secret Realm Secret Realm, unable to take even half a step out.

Ren Xiaoyao raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his fingertips stained with warm Golden Blood. The blood still contained a trace of the Primordial Chaos Origin, yet it was also mixed with a faint trace of evil energy. He gazed in the direction of the Secret Realm Entrance, a trace of solemnity and unwillingness flashing in his eyes, but more so, a flame of revenge burning fiercely in his eyes, like an inextinguishable flame.