Yin Yang Escape, Chaos Origin Hunt
The cold gleam of the axe blade reflected on the Great Heavenly Venerate's suddenly deathly pale face. Its chilling sharpness, imbued with the supreme Daoist aura of a Great Luo Perfection World Creation cultivator, was like a divine weapon capable of splitting the heavens and earth. Its fierce edge almost pierced his very soul. Even the Yin-Yang spiritual energy flowing around his body trembled violently under this pressure, disintegrating inch by inch, emitting a crisp sound like shattering glass. At the brink of life and death, a near-mad ferocity suddenly erupted in his eyes. The veins on his cheeks bulged like coiled dragons, each one protruding, ferocious and terrifying. His blood and qi surged wildly... The energy surged wildly, even burning half of his own Dao Foundation to force out the last trace of his original essence hidden deep within his Primordial Spirit, which he used to save his life. As soon as that Origin Power was released, his aura instantly surged, yet it also carried a sense of exhaustion and decay. The blood vessels beneath his skin faintly emitted a dark purple light, as if they were about to burst at any moment. Even his hair stood on end due to this violent power, tinged with an eerie black light. Each strand of hair pierced the void like a steel needle, exuding a chilling ferocity.
"Reverse Yin and Yang, Escape!"
A deafening roar shattered the surrounding void. The sonic boom unleashed a gale- Gale Wind like countless sharp blades, scratching the smooth, mirror-like rock face of the Spirit Peak with countless deep, crisscrossing lines that spread like a spiderweb—a horrifying sight. Rock fragments were hurled thousands of feet away, turning to dust in the void; not even a speck of dust could settle before being shredded into Void by the Gale Wind. The Black and White Qi surrounding the Great Heavenly Venerate Venerable suddenly reversed, like two unruly dragons intertwining and tearing at each other, unleashing a terrifying power far exceeding his own realm. Ignoring the supreme pressure of Ren Xiaoyao's Great Luo Perfection, it forcefully tore open a twisted Space Rift. At the Rift's edge, light and shadow flickered, occasionally revealing illusory images of the Profound Yellow Realm's mountains and rivers; the Plants' Wither and Flourish vanished in an instant, the vicissitudes of life happening in the blink of an eye—it was all like a fleeting illusion. Reincarnation; at other times, it transformed into a Primordial Chaos darkness, devouring even the light, exuding a deathly stillness that swallowed everything. Dense Chaos Qi surged and leaked out, emitting a piercing hissing sound, as if even space itself was being corroded and dissolved by this power. The void at the edge of the Rift constantly twisted and collapsed, on the verge of shattering at any moment. The surrounding Heaven and Earth Laws groaned under the impact of this power, and even the distant stars swayed slightly in this tremor. The Tai Chi Symbol in his palm, which had fused with the essence of life, spun wildly. The green, black, and white light instantly collapsed, transforming into a thin stream of light as fine as a hair. It carried his broken body and, like a frightened bird, plunged into the Rift without the slightest hesitation, fearing that if he was even half a step slower, he would be cleaved into ashes by the soul-chasing axe blade.
"Laugh--"
The blade of the Primordial Chaos Life and Death Axe grazed the Great Heavenly Venerate's robes as it fell, the fierce Axe Wind carrying endless mysteries of creation Power of Annihilation within the Axe Wind, leaving not a trace. The axe blade struck the Rift fiercely, instantly cleaving it open with a pitch-black gash. Dense Chaos Qi poured out like a raging river, surging and churning in the void. But it was too late. The Rift closed rapidly before the naked eye, the void at its edges constantly collapsing and repairing itself, groaning under the strain. The sound was muffled and hoarse, like the panting of a dying beast. Finally, the Rift disappeared completely, leaving only a faint yin-yang aura that slowly dissipated in the void, like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment. Even that void itself was distorted by this violent tearing, unable to calm down for a long time. The remaining spatial ripples spread out like water, and touching them would cause a chill to run down one's spine.
Ren Xiaoyao frowned slightly, raised his hand, and the Primordial Chaos Life and Death Axe transformed into a stream of light, returning to its place and quietly hovering in his palm. The three runes of birth and death, yin and yang, and creation on the axe gradually faded, leaving only a faint halo, yet still exuding an aura of dominance over heaven and earth. The Primordial Chaos Daoist aura surrounding him slowly subsided, and that aura of dominance over heaven and earth, and of eternal power, also weakened. The tremors between heaven and earth gradually subsided, with only the lingering strong winds in the void still howling, stirring up dust from the ground, which danced in the air. He Gazing at the completely closed Rift, the Black and White Qi in his eyes slowly swirled, like two suns and moons rising and falling alternately, so deep as to be unfathomable, as if they could see through countless ages and understand all illusions. The Profound Yellow Mother Pearl between his brows trembled slightly, emitting a faint Xuanhuang halo, transforming into an invisible perception that spread out like a spider web. Even from thousands of miles away, a faint trace of Yin and Yang energy could still be clearly sensed, fleeing rapidly towards the endless Primordial Chaos beyond the Profound Yellow Realm, like a stray dog, not daring to linger for even a moment.
"He does have some skill," Ren Xiaoyao muttered to himself, his tone indifferent as ice, yet carrying an undeniable chill. "Unfortunately, he can escape for a while, but not forever."
The once majestic Spirit Peak was now a shadow of its former self. The two had cleaved its summit by a hundred feet in a single blow, leaving a smooth, mirror-like surface riddled with countless spiderweb-like cracks, crisscrossing and stretching for miles. Some of the deeper cracks were large enough to swallow dozens of people, a truly terrifying sight. At the deepest points of the cracks, one could see surging magma, crimson and churning, radiating a scorching heat. Intertwined with Chaos Qi, it painted the void with eerie colors, sometimes blood-red, sometimes pitch black, shifting unpredictably. Within the cracks, Chaos Qi and the remaining life force clashed and intertwined, emitting hissing sounds. Occasionally, tiny green sparks would erupt—the last struggle of life force, like fireflies, instantly swallowed by the Chaos Qi; at other times, they would transform into black and white streams of light—the aftershocks of the Yin-Yang Principle, flickering briefly in the void. Ultimately, everything dissipated into the void, vanishing without a trace. A thousand miles away in Profound Yellow City, the people who had been prostrate on the ground, barely daring to breathe, finally dared to raise their heads tremblingly, gazing at the slowly healing gap in the sky, their eyes filled with awe and fear. Broken doors and windows still swayed in the wind, creaking like the sighs of an old man, echoing through the deathly silent streets. Dust and fallen leaves mingled in the streets, a scene of devastation, broken walls and ruins everywhere. Some houses had their roofs blown off by the aftershocks, revealing broken beams and pillars; some city walls had collapsed halfway, bricks and stones scattered everywhere; even worse, huge cracks had appeared in the ground, bottomless, with faint groans emanating from beneath. Only the lingering oppressive force remained, pressing down on their hearts like a mountain, causing them to tremble and dare not even breathe loudly.
Ren Xiaoyao stood in the void, his white robes fluttering in the wind, stirring up invisible Gale Wind that whipped his hair wildly, making him appear like a banished immortal descending to earth. He looked down at the ravaged Profound Yellow Realm below, at the creatures trembling in the ruins, at the displaced people, yet his heart remained unmoved. The Great Luo Perfection realm had already given him the power to overlook this world, to manipulate the Heaven and Earth Laws with a mere gesture, to overturn rivers and seas, to move mountains and fill peaks, to bring countless lives to life or to take countless lives with a single thought. The suffering of the masses was, to him, nothing more than dust on the Dao Path, insignificant. But the battle with the Great Heavenly Venerate just now had made him clearly aware of his own bottleneck.
Having integrated the three Principle birth and death, yin and yang, and creation, his Dao power was already extremely formidable. However, facing the Great Heavenly Venerate's bizarre escape techniques, he still couldn't completely kill him. Not to mention, he had a vague premonition that beyond this universe, there might be an even more vast world, a more powerful opponent, and a more profound Dao. The Great Luo Perfection was already the peak in this Profound Yellow Realm, but in the vast primordial world, it was nothing more than a drop in the ocean, insignificant.
Only by breaking through to the Heavenly Dao Realm, taking oneself as the heaven, and controlling the cycle of Birth and Death of the Universe, with Words Follow Law becoming law, one's thoughts giving rise to all things, and one's thoughts ending in the silence of all things, can one truly achieve the status of looking down upon all ages and being invincible.
To break through to the Heavenly Dao Realm, ordinary cultivation and comprehension are no longer useful. Only by finding the Power of Chaos Origin that existed before the Beginning of Heaven and Earth, using the primordial power to temper one's Dao Foundation, reshape one's own Principle, and completely evolve the Small World within one's body, can one break free from the shackles and take that crucial step.
With this in mind, Ren Xiaoyao no longer hesitated. He looked up at the endless Primordial Chaos outside the Profound Yellow Realm, a resolute glint flashing in his eyes. Within that resolute glint was also a trace of yearning for a higher realm and a pursuit of greater power.
"The Chaos Realm...?"
Before he finished speaking, the Xuanhuang Qi around him suddenly surged by tens of thousands of feet, like two blazing suns rising around him. The dazzling light illuminated the entire sky, even forcing back the dissipating Chaos Qi, which dared not approach. The Profound Yellow Mother Pearl between his brows emitted an unprecedentedly brilliant light. Within its warm halo, the faint sounds of Dragon's Roar and Phoenix's Cry emanated, clear and stirring, resounding through the heavens, as if an Ancient Divine Beast was awakening within it, about to break free from the pearl. A Primordial Chaos- colored Dao Seal the size of a fist slowly emerged from his sea of consciousness, hovering above his head. On the Dao Seal, the three runes of birth and death, yin and yang, and creation intertwined and rotated slowly. Each rotation caused the surrounding void to tremble violently, groaning under the unbearable weight. In the void, fine cracks spread out, like a spider web covering the entire sky, as if it would completely collapse at any moment, exposing the Profound Yellow Realm to endless Primordial Chaos.
"Boom--"
A deafening roar, like the thunder of World Creation, shook the eardrums of countless beings in the Profound Yellow Realm, causing many cultivators of lower cultivation levels to cough up blood and fall unconscious, unable even to muster their protective spiritual light. A massive Rift, far larger than the previous one, burst open with a deafening roar. The Rift was thousands of feet wide and bottomless, like the maw of a monstrous beast ready to devour its prey, exuding a terrifying aura of all-consuming power. The void at its edges continuously collapsed and expanded, undulating like waves, as if it might crumble at any moment. Within the Rift, Chaos Qi surged like a tide, Law Turbulence roared and surged, emitting a chilling aura. That aura contained the power of Destruction and Rebirth, a power that even Great Luo cultivators would hesitate to tread upon.
Beyond the Rift lay an endless expanse of darkness. Within this darkness, the Chaos Qi was as thick and viscous as paste, almost tangible, as if time itself had stood still. Occasionally, violent Law Turbulence past, like ferocious beasts emitting deafening howls, their roars carrying the vastness and savagery of the primordial era, as if intent on crushing any intruder into dust. This was the Chaos Realm, a Forbidden Land born before the Beginning of Heaven and Earth, containing the most primordial power, a forbidden zone feared by countless cultivators. From ancient times to the present, only a handful of cultivators have ever emerged alive from the Chaos Realm.
Ordinary cultivators, even those at the Half Step Dao Ancestor, would have their physical bodies torn apart and their Primordial Spirit shattered by the Law Turbulence upon entering this place, leaving not even a trace behind.
Ren Xiaoyao, however, showed no fear. He stepped forward, his white robes fluttering in the Chaos Qi, his body radiating Daoist energy, forming a solid barrier that completely isolated the raging Chaos Qi and Law Turbulence. On the barrier, three runes shone brightly, emitting a faint glow. With each flash, they could dissipate the impact of a Law Turbulence, remaining as steady as Mount Tai. The Primordial Chaos Life and Death Axe trembled gently in his palm, emitting an excited hum. The three runes on the axe body shone brightly, dazzling and brilliant, clearly sensing the rich Origin Power within the Chaos Realm and eagerly wanting to devour it.
The moment he stepped into the Chaos Realm, a vast and overwhelming pressure, far surpassing that of the Profound Yellow Realm, swept over him. This pressure did not originate from any particular powerful being, but rather from the Chaos Realm itself—the primordial chaos and immensity before the Beginning of Heaven and Earth, the most fundamental roar of the Principle. Ren Xiaoyao's body sank slightly, and the Chaos Qi beneath his feet left a shallow mark, which quickly healed as if it had never existed. His clothes fluttered wildly in the wind, and his hair danced wildly, yet his eyes grew calmer and deeper, as if this pressure was nothing more than a trivial matter to him, even carrying a hint of familiarity, as if he had returned to his primordial origin.
He focused his senses and could clearly perceive that every inch of space in the Chaos Realm was filled with a complex yet incredibly pure Origin Power. Some of these powers leaned towards creation and destruction, carrying the aura of both Destruction and Rebirth. Wherever they passed, the void was constantly shifting, sometimes turning into Void, and sometimes giving rise to points of spiritual light. Others leaned towards yin and yang, containing the mysteries of opposition and transformation. The Black and White Qi intertwined, evolving into countless changes, sometimes transforming into the shape of the Tai Chi symbol, and sometimes splitting into two extreme forces. Still others leaned towards creation, hiding the secrets of evolution and gestation, capable of bringing withered trees back to life and turning sand and stones into jade, radiating Vibrant Vitality. They intertwined and entwined, forming a boundless ocean of power, flowing slowly in the darkness, emitting a deep rumble, like the heartbeat of the earth, awe-inspiring and awe-inspiring.
He strode forward slowly, each step landing precisely within the gaps of the Law Turbulence, as if strolling leisurely and carefree. The Nine Dragons Fire Dao circulated wildly within his body, the Nine-Colored Flames weaving into a lifelike fire dragon. The dragon coiled and danced, its scales covered with runes of creation and destruction, gleaming brightly. Each scale was indestructible, like the most precious treasures. The fire dragon opened its mouth and inhaled, devouring all the surrounding Chaos Qi, refining it into the purest Dao power, which flowed slowly through his meridians, nourishing his limbs, bones, and sea of consciousness. Under the nourishment of this pure Dao power, his meridians became increasingly resilient, like divine weapons forged through countless trials, emitting a faint luster, unharmed even by the Law Turbulence.
Within the sea of consciousness, the Small World that was being nurtured, nourished by the Power of Chaos Origin, emitted clear and melodious sounds, like celestial music, pleasing to the ear. The illusory images of mountains and rivers became increasingly clear; majestic peaks rose abruptly from the ground, piercing the clouds, their summits shrouded in mist, where Immortal Crane circled, emitting clear and melodious cries; rushing rivers meandered, their waves crashing against the banks, making a rushing sound, and golden fish darted freely in the water, their scales shimmering with golden light, exceptionally agile. The light of the sun, moon, and stars grew ever more brilliant; the sun hung high in the sky, casting its light upon everything. A golden light, warm and intense, accompanied the gentle moonlight, pouring down its clear radiance, pure and serene. Stars, like sparkling pearls, shimmered intermittently, seemingly whispering the Mysteries of the Universe. Even the faint sounds of Dragon's Roar and Phoenix's Cry and phoenixes singing echoed from the depths of the Small World, clear and melodious, brimming with Vibrant Vitality. At the edge of the Small World, a faint, Primordial Chaos barrier was slowly forming, isolating it from the outside Small World. Runes flickered on the barrier, radiating an aura of solidity, like a true cosmic barrier, faintly possessing a touch of immortality.
Ren Xiaoyao knew that this was Small World constantly evolving. If he could find enough Power of Chaos Origin, this Small World might truly transform into an independent universe, and he would be the Heavenly Dao of this universe, in charge of birth and death, and in control of reincarnation.
Just as he was delving into the Chaos Realm, focusing on sensing the Origin Power, and his Dao aura was becoming increasingly rich, the streak of light that had been fleeing in a disheveled state suddenly stopped in a secluded place outside the Profound Yellow Realm.
"Puff--"
The Yin Yang Creation Great Heavenly Venerate staggered out of the Rift, and before he could regain his footing, he spat out a mouthful of dark green Essence Blood. The blood droplets were murky, almost blackish-green, and instantly turned into wisps of black smoke as they fell into the void, emitting a foul, nauseating stench. His face was deathly pale, devoid of any color, like a lifeless statue. A deep, bone-revealing axe wound on his chest was horrifying. The Yin and Yang Qi at the wound were churning and tearing at each other, making a hissing sound. Even his Origin Power could not completely heal it. The flesh at the edges of the wound was constantly festering and regenerating under the impact of this chaotic power, causing him unbearable pain. His aura was extremely weak, and his once upright body was now hunched over, like a dying old man. He could barely stand, relying only on his remaining Dao power to support him. His bones were creaking under the strain, as if they would shatter at any moment.
He looked down at the wound on his chest, feeling the nearly depleted life force within him. His eyes were filled with resentment and unwillingness. He gritted his teeth so hard that they almost broke the roots, and the blood trickling from the corners of his mouth added to his ferocious appearance.
"Ren Xiaoyao... this enmity is irreconcilable!"
He gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse like a broken gong, filled with intense hatred that echoed throughout the void. That hatred, like a poisonous vine, coiled around his heart, making it hard for him to breathe. He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his fingertips trembling slightly. The Yin and Yang Qi around his body flowed slowly, like a gentle stream, laboriously repairing his Damaged Meridians and Dao Foundation. In his palm, the Tai Chi Symbol, which had merged with the essence of life, continued to rotate slowly, but its light had dimmed considerably. The green, black, and white lights flickered uncertainly, as if they might be extinguished at any moment, yet they stubbornly persisted, revealing an unyielding and relentless determination.
The Great Heavenly Venerate looked up towards the Chaos Realm, sensing the rich primordial aura emanating from that area. A flash of extreme greed appeared in his eyes, and bloodshot veins instantly filled his pupils, making him look even more ferocious and terrifying, like a savage beast ready to devour its prey.
"The Chaos Realm... He must have gone to the Chaos Realm, seeking an fortuitous opportunity to break through to the Heavenly Dao Realm." He licked his dry lips, a ferocious smile curving his lips, his eyes flashing with a mad light. "If I can seize the Chaos Origin before him, and break through to the Heavenly Dao, I will grind you to dust, annihilate your soul! I will make billions of beings in the Profound Yellow Realm pay for my death!"
Before he finished speaking, he abruptly turned around, disregarding his unhealed injuries, and forcefully activated the remaining Origin Power. The Black and White Qi around him surged, transforming into a dim stream of light, which sped towards the Chaos Realm. Wherever the stream of light passed, ripples appeared in the void, but it carried an aura of decay, as if it would collapse and disappear into the endless Primordial Chaos at any moment. Even the stream of light flickered constantly, revealing a despair that could be extinguished at any moment.
A new pursuit and struggle, a game concerning the Chaos Origin and the realm of the Heavenly Dao Realm, quietly unfolds in the endless Primordial Chaos.
The darkness of the Chaos Realm is not deathly still, but rather surging with countless unformed Law Fragments. They collide and annihilate, emitting faint crackling sounds, like whispers before the Beginning of Heaven and Earth.
Ren Xiaoyao walked slowly, the barrier around him isolating the raging torrents. The light of the three runes grew softer, yet more refined. He could clearly feel that as he delved deeper into the core of the Chaos Realm, the surrounding Origin Power became increasingly pure, even showing faint signs of solidifying. The Chaos Qi beneath his feet was no longer Void, but occasionally, patches of Light Membrane shimmering with ancient patterns would appear. These patterns twisted and changed, like some kind of Beginning of Creation writing, exuding an indescribable Daoist charm.
Just as he was concentrating on deciphering those patterns, the Small World in his sea of consciousness trembled violently, and the newly formed Primordial Chaos barrier began to flicker on its own, resonating strongly with a certain place in the outside world.
Ren Xiaoyao looked up and saw a narrow crack suddenly appear in the darkness ahead. Instead of Chaos Qi, a warm, milky-white light flowed within the crack. Within the light, countless illusory figures could be vaguely seen floating and sinking, with dragons and phoenixes soaring, giant Kun swimming, mountains collapsing, and Star River revolving—it was a condensed Miniature Universe.
That is the entrance to the Origin Secret Realm.