The longsword was slowly raised; its blade was devoid of starlight, only a deep darkness.
That was the darkness of the void, the darkness of the end of all things, the darkness of the annihilation of time and space.
Darkness spread outwards in all directions from Qin Ming as the center.
Wherever they passed, the fiery arrows vanished silently, as if they had never existed.
The darkness continued to spread, engulfing the fire.
Fire's pupils suddenly contracted.
He sensed it; that sword strike contained the ultimate of time and space, the end of all things, and the annihilation of even the Laws!
"This sword—"
He didn't have time to think, and threw a punch with all his might!
The dark red flames transformed into a giant dragon, roaring towards the darkness!
Then, the fire dragon crashed into the darkness and vanished without a trace.
The darkness continued to spread.
The fire's form was shrouded in darkness.
At that moment, he felt his own Laws, his own consciousness, everything about him, being swallowed up by darkness.
That feeling was like falling into an endless abyss, from which there was no escape.
It was a tremor from the depths of the soul.
That was the instinctive fear of facing absolute power.
Just then, the darkness vanished!
Qin Ming sheathed his sword and stood there, his face slightly pale and his breathing a little rapid.
This sword strike almost exhausted all of his strength.
In the void, there was utter silence.
Huo stared blankly as the sword light in front of him dissipated, speechless for a long time.
He raised his head and looked at Qin Ming, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
"I lost."
The three words, spoken by Huo, carried a hint of bitterness, a hint of resentment, but mostly astonishment.
Although they were all on the same level, and although he didn't use his true trump cards, a loss is a loss.
Qin Ming slowly stood up and clasped his hands in a salute.
"Uncle Huo, you flatter me."
Huo waved his hand and gave a wry smile, "What are you acknowledging? Even if I used my strongest move, I might not have won with that sword strike."
He paused, his gaze fixed intently on Qin Ming.
"Little Qin Ming, what's the name of that sword strike you did?"
" Annihilation Returning to the Ruins Slash." Qin Ming's voice was still somewhat weak, but his eyes gleamed.
"Death and ruins—" Huo chewed on these four words and slowly nodded.
"A good name, a good swordsmanship."
In the distance, Yuan stepped through the void and landed beside Qin Ming. He patted Qin Ming on the shoulder, his eyes full of satisfaction.
"Return to the Void!" Yuan spoke slowly.
"You poured all your understanding of time and space into that sword strike."
Time Stop, space collapses, and everything returns to nothingness—
He paused, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"You brat, this move has reached the limit of a fourth-tier Law Master's secret technique; you're basically about to touch the threshold of the next stage."
Qin Ming raised his head and looked up at the endless void.
2.19 million matches. Failure.
Four ultimate moves.
"Thank you all for your guidance over the past two hundred years."
He bowed deeply.
In the void, hundreds of Law Master nodded in unison, their eyes filled with admiration.
This young man is worth their two hundred years of sacrifice.
The Initial Universe, Chaos City.
Two hundred years have passed since the Star Crystal Beast incubated the Nine Nether Clone Internal World.
On this day, deep within the Internal World, a colossal figure slowly coalesced into form.
It was a body that could be described as perfect, nearly 10,000 kilometers tall, with fair and translucent skin all over, as if it were carefully carved from the finest jade.
Qin Ming's consciousness sank into it, sensing this newly formed clone.
Nine Nether Clone.
It's done.
He closed his eyes, and the inherited memories of the Nine Nether Clone surged forth like a tide.
Two great Innate Secret Technique.
Sea Transformation.
create.
Sea Transformation; the Nine Nether Clone can instantly transform into an ocean with a diameter of approximately 100,000 kilometers. Once Sea Transformation, the spacetime within this 100,000-kilometer radius will be under the absolute control of the ocean.
With a thought, Qin Ming's Nine Nether Clone instantly transformed into a vast sea of blood.
A sea of blood stretched across the Internal World, its dark red waters gently rippling, each drop containing a boundless life force.
This feeling----
He was secretly alarmed.
Within this sea of blood, his senses were amplified a thousandfold. Any enemy entering this area would face the overwhelming pressure of the entire sea of blood.
As long as the sea of blood never dries up, he will never die. Even if he is cut into billions of pieces, as long as a single drop of the sea of blood remains, he can be reborn instantly.
This is the terrifying aspect of the Nine Nether Lineage.
The second Innate Secret Technique is creation.
In the state of Sea Transformation of blood, the Nine Nether Clone's entire body, bones, flesh, and blood were completely transformed into a sea of blood.
With his talent for "creation," he can extract energy, combine and reconstruct life genes, and ultimately create entirely new life.
That was true creation.
It's not about copying or modifying, but about creating something from nothing, constructing a life form according to one's own will.
Qin Ming quietly savored the profound mystery of this secret technique, creating life----
What incredible power that is!
If used properly, this method could be used to create an entire ethnic group.
Moreover, since this race was created by his own hands, they will forever submit to and revere him as their creator, and there is absolutely no possibility of betrayal.
In the future, Luo Feng used this talent to create many living beings, and even gave birth to True God Level being.
Qin Ming's eyes flickered slightly.
Creating a race is certainly amazing, but what truly excites him is another aspect: analyzing genes.
The process of creating life is essentially a deep deconstruction and recombination of the genes of life.
Every creation is an exploration of the mysteries of genes. The more we accumulate, the deeper our understanding of genes becomes, and the better we can optimize our own genetic structure.
Luo Feng's ability to break through to the True God realm with a divine body 100,000 times stronger was largely due to his talent.
That's exactly what Qin Ming wanted.
Creation is a dreamlike thing.
The weaker the life form, the simpler its genetic makeup. The more powerful the life form, the more advanced its genetic makeup, making it extremely difficult to even observe clearly, let alone replicate itself to form its own genetic makeup.
Therefore, creating a completely new ethnic group is very difficult.
Even the Master of the Nine Nether spent countless efforts to finally create a very mature race.
"However, the easiest thing to create is oneself."
Because every part of the Blood Sea's water is Sea Transformation from the Blood Sea Clone, the Blood Sea's water itself contains the life genes of the Blood Sea Clone!
Therefore, if another Blood Sea Clone is created, there is no need for life formation, because every part of the seawater contains such life formation.
"Create!" Qin Ming's mind stirred.
The sea of blood surged and churned, and suddenly a body identical to the Nine Nether Clone appeared within it.
New Blood Sea Clone ----
Its height is only 1000 meters, which is one-tenth of its previous height.
The Life Gene Level is only 30 times that of before, which is also one-tenth of the previous level.
Creating a new Blood Sea Clone consumed nearly 10% of its energy.
With a thought, Qin Ming immediately channeled the World Power into the sea of blood to replenish its energy.