The Sacred Spirit Body, Effortlessly Suppressed

"Darkness shall eventually shroud these heavens! Hahahaha!"

Ao Sheng's voice echoed through every corner of the Primal Ancient Realm like a piercing, frigid gale; his laughter was saturated with arrogance and malice, as if he were the very incarnation of darkness.

Following his words, an intangible dark force radiated from his body, instantly enveloping the entire Primal Ancient Realm. The once-brilliant sky turned pitch black, the stars vanished, and nothing remained but endless void.

Within this darkness, the once-vibrant ancient realm became deathly still.

The formerly lush forests withered and decayed, their green leaves shedding until only bare, skeletal branches remained; the once-joyous, rushing streams grew motionless, as if frozen in time.

The once-harmonious earth became a landscape of scars, with mountain peaks collapsing and the ground splitting asunder.

The thriving living beings perished in the darkness, their wails and desperate cries permeating the air.

In this realm shrouded by darkness, every Immortal King felt their own insignificance and helplessness; they watched with their own eyes as the world they protected was consumed, their hearts filled with grief and despair.

"Ao Sheng!"

Immortal King Six Paths Reincarnation let out a shrill roar, his heart brimming with sorrow and indignation.

At this moment, his Immortal King body was battered, his Dao robes in tatters, and large droplets of crimson Immortal King blood fell, illuminating a patch of the void.

Ao Sheng—this name now echoed throughout the Primal Ancient Realm, striking fear into the hearts of all.

His figure was tall and upright, standing as immovable as a mountain, radiating an aura of natural, imposing authority.

His face was resolute with sharp, defined features, as perfect as if carved by a master craftsman.

Yet, most chilling of all were his eyes, deep as cold pools and emanating a thick, dark mist.

His gaze was as frigid as ice, exuding a bone-piercing chill.

In those eyes, one could find no warmth or emotion, only endless coldness and indifference.

It was as if he were a demon from the abyss; no hypocrisy or pretense could escape his scrutiny. Those eyes were so sharp they seemed capable of piercing through everything—no matter how clever the disguise, no secret could remain hidden before him.

Ao Sheng's aura was dark, fierce, and cruel, as if the substance flowing through his veins were not blood, but cold, unfeeling ice.

Every movement he made carried a destructive force, as if he intended to crush the entire world beneath his iron heel.

Before him, all resistance seemed so insignificant, and every struggle was nothing but futile.

The entire world seemed to have fallen into an endless winter, swallowed by the darkness brought by Ao Sheng.

In this dark world, Ao Sheng's silhouette appeared exceptionally towering.

He stood above the firmament, overlooking the entire world as if he were its true master.

Before him, all the Immortal Kings felt their own insignificance and helplessness; they could not block Ao Sheng's path, nor could they stop him from continuing to ravage this world.

Darkness, in the end, shall shroud the world!

"A Dark Being?"

"Must be executed!"

A dazzling radiance rose, manifesting into a Spirit Body.

The Spirit Body exuded a frigid aura, like a cold wind from the abyss, causing Ao Sheng to feel a chill that penetrated to his very marrow, making his body tremble involuntarily.

Ao Sheng, this powerhouse once deemed invincible, was momentarily stunned by this sudden interception.

A flicker of doubt crossed his eyes, and a surge of indescribable shock welled up in his heart.

"Who are you?"

"How dare you stand against the darkness!"

Ao Sheng's roar echoed through the air like a tiger descending from the mountains, shaking the very soul.

He gathered all his strength in that instant, preparing to deliver a lethal blow to the Spirit Body.

However, the Spirit Body dodged the attack as lightly as a gust of wind; Ao Sheng's fist struck empty air, leaving only an afterimage behind.

The Spirit Body smiled faintly, as if mocking Ao Sheng's arrogance.

Then, with a wave of his hand, an invisible force radiated outward, striking Ao Sheng directly.

Ao Sheng felt as if his chest had been struck by a heavy hammer, the pain piercing his heart; his body staggered backward involuntarily, each step a difficult struggle.

Shock flooded his heart like a tidal wave; Ao Sheng could not comprehend how the strength of this Spirit Body was in no way inferior to his own, perhaps even surpassing it.

While Ao Sheng was still in shock, the Spirit Body lunged at him instantly, moving with astonishing speed.

The speed at which the Spirit Body charged toward Ao Sheng was dazzling, like a bolt of lightning tearing through the night sky.

As it closed in, Ao Sheng felt a powerful wind pressure surging like a giant wave, nearly knocking him to the ground.

Ao Sheng gripped the Dark Holy Sword in his hand, the blade shimmering with a cold light that mirrored the resolve in his heart.

At the moment the Spirit Body was about to collide with him, Ao Sheng thrust his sword forward to meet it; the contact between the blade and the Spirit Body emitted a harsh, metallic screech.

The collision between the sword and the Spirit Body instantly triggered a violent energy fluctuation; Ao Sheng felt his body struck by a massive force, nearly losing his footing.

But he gritted his teeth, struggling to steady himself, firmly believing that darkness was invincible!

A powerful energy erupted from the point of impact, so potent it seemed capable of destroying everything; Ao Sheng felt his body battered by a colossal force, as if struck violently by a giant boulder.

Ao Sheng was sent flying ten thousand meters back by this blow.

Ao Sheng spat out dark blood as he was struck by the Spirit Body; what a tragic and gruesome scene it was!

His face was as pale as paper, and his eyes stared blankly ahead as if he had lost all hope; his body trembled, seemingly enduring an unspeakable agony.

"A mere pawn of darkness, yet you dare to be arrogant!"

The Spirit Body dismissed him with disdain, raising a hand to suppress Ao Sheng.

A flicker of unwillingness flashed through Ao Sheng's eyes, and he struggled with all his might, but the power of the Spirit Body was simply too overwhelming, and his body was slowly forced down.

As Ao Sheng was suppressed, the darkness of the Eroded Ancient Realm gradually receded and vanished, and the Spirit Body unleashed great magical power to nourish the Great Dao of the ancient realm.

The Great Dao of the ancient realm began to radiate new vitality, and those creatures that had once withered began to bloom with life once more; the Spirit Body watched all of this, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.

His smile carried a sense of composure and confidence, as if everything were within his control, well aware that his mission was of great importance; as long as the ancient realm remained safe and sound, his efforts had not been in vain.

The Spirit Body gently waved his hands, and a surge of powerful magical energy flowed toward the Great Dao of the ancient realm.

That magical energy was like a clear spring, nourishing every living thing in the ancient realm; the withered plants began to grow anew, and the weary creatures began to regain their vigor.

Under the nourishment of the Spirit Body, the Great Dao of the ancient realm became broader and brighter.

That radiance was like a brilliant rainbow, spanning the entire ancient realm, allowing all living things to bathe in its glory.