Brahma Ancient Formation Locks Down Heaven and Earth, Dual Emperor Fusion Shatters Primordial Chaos
Within the stone hall, Spiritual Charm energy surged forth from all directions, flowing through Ren Xiaoyao's Baihui and Yongquan acupoints into his limbs and bones. It was as if countless spiritual snakes were coursing through his meridians, nourishing every damaged inch of his body. In his dantian, the golden Indestructible Emperor Formation and the azure World-Suppressing Emperor Formation swirled and rotated like two intersecting suns and moons. The golden killing aura was as sharp as thunderbolts from the heavens, tearing apart the Chaos Current wherever it passed; the azure Realm Suppression -Suppressing power was as heavy as Kunlun rock. The universe, having settled, exuded a majestic aura as steady as Mount Tai. The two intertwined and gradually condensed into a golden-blue Primordial Chaos vortex about the thickness of a thumb. Fine Dao Patterns flowed on the outer layer of the vortex, like a densely packed starry sky. As it rotated, it emitted a clear and melodious sound, as if from the Beginning of Chaos. Wherever the vortex passed, the minor hidden injuries remaining on the meridian walls were gently smoothed away. Even the Primordial Chaos Origin became more refined and condensed, exuding an ancient and majestic aura, like a giant beast that had been sleeping for countless ages slowly awakening.
Ren Xiaoyao sat cross-legged on a lotus platform made of spiritual mist from the Secret Realm. The platform was fluffy and soft, surrounded by a veil of spiritual Spiritual Qi that allowed him to inhale a vast amount of pure Spiritual Qi with each breath. He held a palm-sized Ancient Spirit Jade slip between his fingers. The slip was carved from ten- Ten Thousand Year Warm Jade jade, smooth to the touch, its surface shimmering with a faint glow. It was inscribed with obscure and difficult-to-understand High Antiquity Sanskrit characters, the words flowing with the unique Daoist charm of a sage. His divine sense was already immersed in the jade slip; the Brahma Sage's understanding of the World Laws was profound yet accessible, the words containing both the power of battle and the wisdom of war. The restraint of the Way of Conquest also interprets the principle of protection, like spring rain nourishing the earth silently, making him suddenly understand the way of fusion of the Dual Emperor Formations —when the boundary-breaking sharpness of the Indestructible Emperor Formation is fully integrated into the stable universe of the World-Suppressing Emperor Formation, it can give rise to the supreme power of "breaking and then establishing, suppressing and killing those of the same origin". This is the core mystery of the Dual Emperor Formations that has been passed down for thousands of years, and it is also the ultimate realm that the Brahma Sage could not fully comprehend back then. At this moment, the Dual Emperor Formations in his dantian is already faintly resonating with each other, waiting only for the last bit of opportunity to complete a qualitative transformation.
Just as he was preparing to activate the Primordial Chaos Origin and attempt to fully unify the Dual Emperor Formations, a deafening roar suddenly erupted outside the hall, like thousands of thunderbolts exploding simultaneously in the sky above the Secret Realm. The entire stone hall trembled slightly, and the Ancient Runes on the walls flickered, emitting uneasy fluctuations, as if foreshadowing an impending catastrophe. On the bluestone plaza, golden Sanskrit characters converged from all directions like a boiling tide, densely packed, blotting out the sky, like migrating golden locusts, eventually transforming into a massive array covering the entire Secret Realm. The edges of the array connected heaven and earth, like an inverted celestial curtain, and it was covered with writhing High Antiquity Sanskrit characters. Each character radiated a holy might that purified the universe, like countless saints chanting scriptures simultaneously. The sound waves reverberated, even causing subtle ripples in space, and the Spiritual Qi in the air was shaken and rustled, turning into specks of spiritual light that dissipated.
A pressure several times stronger than before descended from the sky, enveloping the entire Secret Realm like Mount Tai Crushing Down down. The ground trembled violently, and the Spiritual Qi surging from the crisscrossing cracks was instantly imprisoned, transforming into countless crystalline spiritual beads that floated in the air before shattering inch by inch under the holy might, emitting crisp sounds. Even the leaves of the Ancient Bodhi Tree, swaying gently in the wind, suddenly froze, their rich Zen-like Daoist aura forcibly suppressed. The edges of the leaves turned a faint yellowish hue, as if all life had been drained away. The entire Secret Realm fell into a deathly silence, with only the golden light emanating from the Sanskrit array, filled with a cold Destructive Aura, sending chills down one's spine.
"Ren Xiaoyao! You possess the Dual Emperor Inheritance, a Heavenly Secrets, yet you are tainted by the turbid energy of the Demon Realm realm, defiling the lineage of the sages. You are unworthy to wield such a Supreme Inheritance!" The voice of the Great Brahma King pierced through the array, carrying extreme cold and undisguised jealousy. It was like Ten-Thousand-Year Profound Ice shattering, extremely piercing, as if it would tear one's eardrums. "Today, I will refine you with the Brahma Ancient Formation, extract your Primordial Chaos Origin, and inherit the might of the two emperors, only then will I not have failed the legacy of the sages!"
Ren Xiaoyao's eyes narrowed, and a golden light flashed around him as he transformed into a golden rainbow, instantly appearing outside the stone hall. Looking up, he saw that the entire sky above the Secret Realm was completely enveloped by the enormous Golden Array Diagram. Above the array, eighty-one illusory golden lotus lanterns floated, their wicks flickering with ghostly golden flames, radiating an intense heat capable of scorching mountains and boiling seas. Even the air itself was distorted and warped by the heat, and distant mountain peaks appeared as dark red silhouettes in the flames. Below the array, the Great Brahma King floated in the void, surrounded by... His Gilded Magic Robe fluttered in the wind, the Sanskrit incantations embroidered on the hem flickering and radiating a faint holy aura. The jade beads on his twelve-tasseled crown trembled violently, and beneath the half-concealed face, traces of golden blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, clearly indicating that he had paid a considerable price with his Essence Blood to forcibly activate this forbidden ancient formation. However, his eyes were bloodshot, burning with a frenzied jealousy and killing intent, staring intently at Ren Xiaoyao as if he were something already in his grasp. The greed and resentment in his eyes were almost tangible.
"The Brahma Ancient Formation is the supreme killing formation used by the Brahma Sage to suppress the remnants of the Demon Realm. It contains eighty-one layers of Purifying Flames, each stronger than the last, capable of melting gold and severing jade, Spirit Transformation. Even Golden Immortal who mistakenly enters it will not escape being reduced to ashes!" The Great Brahma King's lips curled into a ferocious smile, his voice hoarse yet filled with undeniable confidence. His eyes burned with a fierce fire of jealousy, like a volcano about to erupt. "No matter how profound your Dual Emperor Formations, today you will surely perish within this ancient formation!"
Before he finished speaking, his fingertips rapidly formed hand seals, countless Sanskrit mantras surging from his fingertips like golden butterflies, merging into the array. The obscure incantations he chanted grew increasingly rapid, flowing like a surging river, each syllable containing immense power, drawing upon the might of the ancient array. The Sanskrit array suddenly contracted, countless Golden Flame erupting from its patterns, like molten lava pouring down, forming waterfalls of fire tens of meters high, sweeping towards Ren Xiaoyao. Wherever the flames passed, the space sizzled and crackled, spreading like a spiderweb; the Spiritual Qi in the air was instantly burned into wisps of smoke, even light was swallowed up, leaving only extreme heat and Power of Destruction, as if to scorch the entire world, leaving not a trace of life.
Ren Xiaoyao dared not be negligent. With a thought, the Dual Emperor Formations in his dantian erupted simultaneously. The golden Indestructible Emperor Formation transformed into thousands of three-inch-long Formation Blade, their blades shimmering with light and flashing with a sharpness capable of cutting through everything. They shot towards the flames like a dense meteor shower, each Formation Blade carrying the power to Sky-Rending Strike. Meanwhile, the azure World-Suppressing Emperor Formation condensed around him into a thick light screen several feet thick. Azure patterns flowed on the light screen, as steady as the Kunlun Mountains. Each Dao Patterns contained the power to Realm Suppression, like layers upon layers of mountains, firmly protecting his vital points, preventing even a trace of the flames from penetrating.
"Clang clang clang--!" A series of deafening clangs resounded, like thousands of war drums beating simultaneously, causing eardrums to ache and minds to tremble. The golden Formation Blade collided with the purifying flames, bursting forth a rain of interwoven gold and red light. Each drop of light, upon landing, carved a bottomless crater in the hard bluestone ground, the crater still retaining the scorching heat and emitting a pungent, burnt smell. Ripples spread across the Realm Suppression of light, like waves, blocking the heat and holy might of the flames. The blue patterns on the surface of the barrier even reflected some of the flames' power back, scorching the surrounding Sanskrit array patterns until they dimmed slightly and emitted a sizzling sound, like a branding iron burning flesh.
"What?!" The Great Brahma King's pupils shrank drastically, his ferocious expression freezing instantly, filled with disbelief, as if he had witnessed the most incredible thing in the world. He never expected that Ren Xiaoyao's Dual Emperor Formations would be so powerful; the first layer of the Brahma Ancient Formation's Purifying Flames had failed to harm him in the slightest. Jealousy and resentment gnawed at his mind like venomous snakes—he had guarded the Brahma Secret Realm for tens of thousands of years, worshipping the saint's portrait day and night, desperately seeking the inheritance but to no avail. He could only keep company with the ancient formation every day, comprehending those incomplete Daoist principles, his cultivation progressing slowly. Yet an outsider cultivator, in just a short time, not only easily gained the approval of the Twin Emperors, but his cultivation also advanced by leaps and bounds, becoming his equal in a short period. How could he tolerate this? A crazy obsession grew in his heart, determined to refine Ren Xiaoyao, take everything from him, and make that Supreme Inheritance his own.
"Condense!" the Great Brahma King roared, raising his right hand and spitting out a mouthful of golden Essence Blood. The Essence Blood transformed into a dazzling stream of light in the air, like a comet streaking across the sky, instantly merging into the Brahma Ancient Formation. The array's light surged several times over, the Golden Flame grew even more intense, their color changing from dark gold to crimson, and the temperature instantly increased several times. The previously cascading flames instantly condensed, transforming into nine ferocious Golden Giant Python. The pythons were enormous, dozens of feet long, their scales composed of densely packed Sanskrit mantras, shimmering with a dark gold luster, like wearing golden armor; the Flame Sect spewing from their mouths carried a rich refining power, burning black Black Hole in the space they passed through, emanating a terrifying aura that devoured everything, as if trying to suck the entire Secret Realm into them.
Nine Golden Giant Python, head to tail, formed an impenetrable Flame Cage, encircling Ren Xiaoyao and blocking all his escape routes. Within the Flame Cage, the Purifying Power grew increasingly concentrated, like viscous mud. Ren Xiaoyao could feel his Fortune becoming sluggish, and the golden Formation Blade on his body showed faint signs of being refined, their light gradually dimming as if they were about to collapse at any moment.
Ren Xiaoyao's eyes narrowed, and golden and azure light surged around him, like two blazing suns rising simultaneously, illuminating the entire sky. His Primordial Chaos Origin within him circulated wildly, rushing through his meridians like a raging river, each flow bringing immense power to clear the stagnant Spiritual Qi within him. "Dual Emperor Formations, Rotate!"
Within the dantian, Emperor Array golden and azure Emperor Array suddenly accelerated their rotation, spinning so fast they almost became two blurry streaks of light, like the sun and moon shining together, reflecting each other and radiating Dazzling Light. The Dao Patterns of the two arrays permeated and intertwined, the golden killing power merging into the azure light screen, causing sharp slashing ripples to appear at its edges. Wherever the light screen passed, the air was cut with a sharp whistling sound, as if it were about to tear space apart; the azure power of Realm Suppression was injected into the golden Formation Blade, giving each Formation Blade a miraculous effect of suppressing the divine soul. The blades flowed with a steady Dao rhythm, their sharpness even more intense, as if they could cut through all the illusions of the world.
With a wave of his hand, thousands of bi-colored Formation Blade instantly coalesced, transforming into a colossal sword tens of meters long that seemed to reach the heavens. Golden-Azure Pattern on the sword's surface intertwined like dragons and phoenixes, spiraling upwards, radiating a majestic power capable of tearing apart the heavens and earth. Spiritual Qi energy surged within the blade, faint sounds of Dragon's Roar and Phoenix's Cry emanating from it. Ren Xiaoyao gripped the hilt tightly, pouring all his Spiritual Qi into it. The giant sword shone brightly, its golden and azure colors intertwining, illuminating the entire Secret Realm, even dimming the blazing flames. With a do-or-die determination, he slammed his feet into the ground, his body soaring into the air, slashing towards the nine Golden Giant Python.
"Boom--!"
The moment the giant sword collided with the Golden Giant Python, a devastating shockwave erupted, like a nuclear bomb exploding. The entire Secret Realm shook violently, as if it were about to collapse. Distant mountains crumbled, massive boulders tumbling down like waterfalls, crashing to the ground with deafening roars, billowing dust that blotted out the sun; the Spirit Spring dried up, its source shattered by the shockwave, turning into a mist that filled the air before being evaporated by the intense heat; countless thousand-year-old Spirit Plant turned to ashes in the shockwave, even the ancient Ancient Bodhi Tree, which had withstood ten thousand years of wind and rain, developed fine cracks in its hard trunk, its leaves falling in a rustling sound, its Zen-like aura dissipating, leaving it Death Qi.
The Golden Giant Python let out a mournful cry, like the wailing of ghosts and wolves, as it was cleaved in two by the giant sword. Its massive body dissipated into a shower of Heavenly Fire, merging into the air and disappearing from sight. The towering giant sword also trembled slightly, and several fine cracks appeared on its surface before disintegrating into countless tiny Formation Blade, which then re-integrated into Ren Xiaoyao's body, awaiting the next burst of power.
Ren Xiaoyao and the Great Brahma King retreated several feet simultaneously. A trace of crimson blood spilled from the corner of Ren Xiaoyao's mouth, dripping down his chin and hitting the ground, where it instantly evaporated. Although the fusion of the Dual Emperor Formations was powerful, such high-intensity activation consumed a great deal of Spiritual Qi energy, and his meridians suffered a slight backlash. His internal blood and qi surged erratically, like a turbulent sea. The latter, on the other hand, was as pale as paper, devoid of any color. The depletion of his Essence Blood made his aura fluctuate, and his body swayed slightly. His golden robe was stained with his own blood, making him look utterly disheveled. Yet, the jealousy and killing intent in his eyes grew even stronger, like burning flames that almost consumed him. He roared hoarsely, "Good! Very good! I never expected you to be able to use the Dual Emperor Formations to such an extent! But the power of the Brahma Ancient Formation is far more than this!"
His hands moved rapidly, forming hand seals, his fingers shifting unpredictably like afterimages. The incantation he chanted grew increasingly urgent, like a death knell, each syllable carrying a sense of madness. The Brahma Ancient Formation shifted once more, countless golden Sanskrit characters surging from the array, converging like a tide to form Golden Chains as thick as an arm. The chains were covered with dense Purification Runes, which, as they flickered, emitted a strange power that refined meridians and eroded the soul. The chains rattled as they swayed, like the call of Death God, sending chills down one's spine.
Countless Golden Chains, like a net stretching across the sky, coiled around Ren Xiaoyao, blocking all his escape routes, like a giant fishing net trying to trap him. At the same time, a ten-thousand-foot-tall Brahma Phantom appeared in the center of the array. The phantom's face was blurred, it wore an ancient robe, its hands clasped together, chanting obscure incantations in a deep and majestic voice, as if from ancient times. A terrifying pressure that suppressed the universe descended upon Ren Xiaoyao, like an invisible mountain pressing down on him, slowing his movements and greatly hindering the circulation of Spiritual Qi within his body. The rotation speed of the Dual Emperor Formations in his dantian slowed down, as if it had been frozen.
"You want to refine me? You're not qualified!" A resolute glint flashed in Ren Xiaoyao's eyes, as tenacious as Winter Plum Blossom in the dead of winter. He could clearly feel the threat of the Golden Chains. If he were entangled, even with the protection of the Dual Emperor Formations, he would probably be slowly refined by the Brahma Ancient Formation, his Soul Annihilation, leaving not even a trace of his remnant soul behind.
Without further hesitation, Ren Xiaoyao Primordial Chaos Origin burned wildly within him, like a raging fire. The rotation speed of the Dual Emperor Formations in his dantian reached its limit, and the golden and azure light almost pierced the sky, illuminating the entire Secret Realm as if it were daytime, even making the golden ancient array appear dim. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of Primordial Chaos Origin Essence Blood Essence Blood, which transformed into Dao Crystal bridge in the air, connecting the two Emperor Array. On the Essence Blood, Dao Patterns flowed, exuding an ancient and powerful aura, like a bond that transcended time and space. "Dual Emperor Fusion, Primordial Chaos World-Breaking!"
In an instant, the two Emperor Array in his dantian completely merged, transforming into a golden-blue Primordial Chaos Formation that enveloped his entire body. The array's patterns were intricate and profound, Dao Principles Flowing of the Beginning of Chaos, each Dao Patterns containing the Supreme Principles of Heaven and Earth, radiating supreme power capable of opening up Primordial Chaos and World-Splitting. The array soared into the sky, merging with Ren Xiaoyao's figure. The aura emanating from his body instantly surged, far surpassing the late stage of the Grand Unity Golden Immortal, even faintly touching the threshold of the Golden Immortal Realm. The space around him rippled under the impact of this power, spreading continuously like the surface of a lake after a stone has been thrown in.
"This is impossible!" The Great Brahma King's eyes widened in disbelief, his face filled with an incredulous expression. He cried out in shock, his voice filled with despair and resentment. The fusion of the Dual Emperor Formations was a realm from High Antiquity legends, one that even the Brahma Sage himself had not been able to fully achieve, leaving only related deduction records. Yet Ren Xiaoyao had actually managed to achieve enlightenment in such a desperate situation and successfully fuse the Dual Emperor Formations. This completely overturned his understanding of tens of thousands of years, bringing his jealousy and resentment to their peak, almost driving him mad.
The Golden Chains were the first to entangle the Primordial Chaos Formation, but were instantly purified by the flowing golden-blue Dao Patterns outside the array, turning into specks of golden light and dissipating into the air without even causing a ripple, as if they had never existed. Ren Xiaoyao raised his hand and waved, and the fused Dual Emperor Formations erupted with a dazzling pillar of light that pierced through the heavens and earth. On the pillar of light, golden and blue Dao Patterns intertwined and entwined, like a sharp blade that World Creation, carrying an indestructible power, forcefully tearing apart the suppressive pressure of the Brahma Ancient Formation, and cleaving a huge crack several feet wide in the sky full of Sanskrit array diagrams.
At the crack, the Space Barrier shattered, revealing the Chaos Current churning outside. The black Chaos Current, like galloping wild horses, crashed and rammed wildly. A refreshing aura surged into the Secret Realm, forming a stark contrast with the dense holy might Secret Realm, invigorating the spirit.
"The Brahma Ancient Formation is nothing special!" Ren Xiaoyao sneered, his eyes sharp as swords, carrying a hint of disdain and mockery. He could clearly feel that the power of the Brahma Ancient Formation was still rising. The eighty-one layers of Purifying Flames had only been activated three times, and the subsequent power would inevitably be even more terrifying. If he stayed here for too long, even with the Dual Emperor Fusion, he would inevitably fall into danger, and it would be a loss.
Without further hesitation, Ren Xiaoyao transformed into a streak of golden and azure light, his speed reaching its peak. As if Teleport, he shot straight into the sky along the cracks in the array. He left behind afterimages, each leaving behind a false aura as it dissipated, attempting to confuse his pursuers and buy time. Like an arrow released from a bow, he instantly reached the edge of the crack, about to break through the seal of the Secret Realm and regain his freedom.
Seeing this, the Great Brahma King trembled with rage, frantically channeling his remaining Spiritual Qi to try and repair the cracks in the array. However, he discovered that the Dual Emperor Fusion had invaded the very foundation of the array, relentlessly damaging its operation like a leech, making it impossible for him to control. He could only watch helplessly as the cracks widened. He watched Ren Xiaoyao's figure break through the clouds of the Secret Realm realm and disappear into the horizon, his eyes filled with resentment and hatred. He roared, "Ren Xiaoyao! This is an irreconcilable enmity! One day I will search the Three Realms and Six Paths, refine your soul, seize your inheritance, and grind you to dust!"
The roars echoed endlessly within the Secret Realm, like the wails of ghosts and wolves, yet they could only watch helplessly as the Golden-Azure Streamer receded into the distance, finally disappearing from sight. The Great Brahma King's aura was chaotic; he suddenly spat out a mouthful of Golden Essence Blood, his body swaying precariously, clearly suffering from severe internal injuries, making even maintaining levitation difficult. He stared in the direction Ren Xiaoyao had departed, his eyes filled with visceral resentment, a seed of irreconcilable hatred already planted in his heart, wishing he could immediately chase after Ren Xiaoyao and tear him to pieces.
Beyond the Secret Realm, high above the Kunlun Mountains, Ren Xiaoyao's movements slowed, dissipating the state of the Dual Emperor Fusion. He gasped for breath, his face as pale as paper, devoid of any color, as if he were recovering from a serious illness. His forced activation of the Dual Emperor Fusion, while successfully breaking through, had depleted most of his Spiritual Qi, causing significant backlash to his meridians. The Primordial Chaos vortex in his dantian had become unstable, showing signs of collapse. Each breath brought sharp pains to his meridians. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, gathering a faint golden-blue Spiritual Qi at his fingertips, carefully channeling the chaotic energy within his body, attempting to stabilize his crumbling state.