His dark-gold pupils swept over the mountain of corpses, the river of blood, and the gray sky.
Everything shattered.
The mountain of corpses was fake. The river of blood was fake. The wailing was fake. The corpses lunging at him were fake. Even the "ground" beneath his feet was fake.
They were all illusions projected into his divine soul space through law resonance by the Immortal Court's lingering Slaughter intent within the fragment.
Put plainly, it was a recording.
A battlefield afterimage etched into the fragment thirty thousand years ago, when the Immortal Court's army massacred the Ancient Demons.
It was certainly powerful.
For an ordinary Longevity Realm Cultivator, this assault on the divine soul would have been enough to break them on the spot, reducing them to a walking corpse that knew nothing but Slaughter.
But Zhou Xuan was no ordinary Longevity Realm Cultivator.
He had even endured meeting the World-Destroying Great Demon's vertical pupil eye to eye.
A mere replay of a battlefield from thirty thousand years ago wanted to bring him to his knees?
Not a flicker of emotion stirred in his dark-gold pupils.
Zhou Xuan raised his right hand within the illusion.
He opened his palm.
A mass of pitch-black turbid qi condensed in it.
This was no ordinary destruction turbid qi.
It was the purest, most absolute "origin of nothingness" within him.
The power that represented the end of all things.
Holding that mass of turbid qi between his fingers, Zhou Xuan hurled it into the center of the corpse mountain.
Every illusion was erased in an instant.
The corpse mountain collapsed, the blood river evaporated, and pitch-black cracks tore the gray sky to pieces. The piercing wails sounded as though someone had seized them by the throat, dwindling from deafening cries to the faint