"Darkness will eventually engulf all the heavens! Hahahaha!"
Ao Sheng's voice swept through every corner of the Primal Ancient Realm like a piercing, icy wind. His laughter brimmed with arrogance and malice, as though he were the very embodiment of darkness.
As his words rang out, an invisible force of darkness spread from him, instantly shrouding the entire Primal Ancient Realm. The once-brilliant sky turned pitch-black, the stars vanished, and nothing remained but endless void.
Beneath that darkness, the once-vibrant Ancient Realm fell lifeless and still.
The once-lush forests withered and died. Their green leaves faded away, leaving only bare branches. The cheerful streams, once rushing along, fell motionless as if frozen solid.
The once-harmonious land was left in ruins. Mountains collapsed, and the earth split apart.
The flourishing beings of old vanished into the darkness. Their wails and cries of despair filled the air.
In this Ancient Realm shrouded by darkness, every Immortal King felt small and powerless. They could only watch as the world they had sworn to protect was engulfed, their hearts filled with grief and despair.
"Ao Sheng!"
Immortal King Six Paths Reincarnation cried out in anguish, his heart consumed by grief and fury.
At that moment, his Immortal King body was battered, his robes in tatters. Great drops of scarlet Immortal King blood fell from him, illuminating a stretch of the void.
The name Ao Sheng now echoed through the Primal Ancient Realm, striking fear into all who heard it.
He stood tall and erect, like an unshakable mountain, radiating an imposing presence without even trying.
His face was resolute, its features sharply defined, as perfect as if carved by a master craftsman.
But what chilled people to the bone most of all were his eyes, deep as a frozen pool and wreathed in dense black aura.
His gaze was cold as ice, radiating a bone-deep chill.
There was not a trace of warmth or emotion in those eyes, only endless coldness and indifference.
He seemed like a demon from the abyss. No falsehood or disguise could escape his scrutiny; his eyes were sharp enough to pierce through anything. No matter how skillful your disguise, you could hide no secret from him.
Ao Sheng's aura was dark, savage, and cruel, as if his veins carried not blood but merciless ice.
Every movement he made carried the power of destruction, as though he would trample the entire world beneath his iron hooves.
Before him, all resistance seemed insignificant, and every struggle was futile.
It was as if the whole world had fallen into an endless winter, swallowed by the darkness Ao Sheng had brought.
In that dark world, Ao Sheng's figure seemed especially imposing.
He stood high above in the sky, looking down upon the world as if he alone were its true ruler.
Before him, every Immortal King felt small and powerless. They could not halt Ao Sheng's advance or stop him from continuing to ravage the world.
Darkness would eventually engulf the world!
"Dark Being?"
"Be purged!"
A dazzling light rose and transformed into a Spirit Body.
The Spirit Body radiated an icy aura, like a freezing wind from the abyss. Ao Sheng felt a chill run through him, cold to the marrow, and his body trembled involuntarily.
Ao Sheng, a mighty warrior once believed to be invincible, was caught off guard by this sudden interception. For a moment, he froze.
A flicker of confusion crossed his eyes, and an indescribable shock surged through his heart.
"Who are you?"
"How dare you oppose the darkness!"
Ao Sheng's furious roar echoed through the air like a tiger descending from its mountain, shaking all who heard it.
All the power in his body converged in that instant, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the Spirit Body.
Yet the Spirit Body nimbly dodged Ao Sheng's attack like a passing breeze. His fist struck empty air, leaving behind only an afterimage.
The Spirit Body gave a soft laugh, as if mocking Ao Sheng's arrogance.
Then he swept out a hand. An invisible force surged from his palm and struck Ao Sheng directly.
Ao Sheng felt as if a giant hammer had slammed into his chest. Pain pierced his heart, and his body staggered backward against his will, each step a struggle.
Shock washed over him like a rising tide. Ao Sheng could not understand how the Spirit Body's strength could be on par with his own—or perhaps even greater.
While Ao Sheng was still reeling, the Spirit Body rushed at him in an instant, moving at astonishing speed.
The Spirit Body charged so quickly that the eye could barely follow, like a bolt of lightning tearing across the night sky.
As he drew near, Ao Sheng felt a powerful gust press against him, surging like a giant wave and threatening to topple him.
Ao Sheng gripped the Dark Holy Sword in his hand. Its blade glimmered with a cold light, mirroring the resolve in his heart.
Just as the Spirit Body was about to collide with him, Ao Sheng thrust his sword forward to meet him. The blade struck the Spirit Body with a piercing metallic scrape.
Their clash unleashed a violent surge of energy. Ao Sheng felt an immense force slam into him, nearly knocking him off his feet.
But he gritted his teeth and struggled to steady himself. He believed that darkness was invincible!
A mighty burst of energy erupted from the point of impact, powerful enough to destroy almost anything. Ao Sheng felt an enormous force crash into him, as if a boulder had slammed into his body.
The blow sent Ao Sheng flying more than ten thousand meters.
The Spirit Body's attack made Ao Sheng cough up dark blood. What a ghastly sight!
His face was pale as paper, and he stared blankly ahead, as if every last bit of hope had left him. His body trembled, as though he were enduring unspeakable pain.
"A mere pawn of darkness dares to act so brazenly!"
The Spirit Body looked down on him with contempt and raised a hand to suppress Ao Sheng.
A trace of unwillingness flashed in Ao Sheng's eyes. He struggled with all his might, but the Spirit Body's power was simply too great, and his body was slowly forced down.
As Ao Sheng was suppressed, the darkness consuming the Eroded Ancient Realm gradually receded and vanished. The Spirit Body then used his immense power to nourish the Ancient Realm's great Dao.
The Ancient Realm's great Dao began to brim with renewed life. The beings that had once withered also began to recover. Watching it all, the Spirit Body wore a faintly satisfied smile.
His smile held a calm confidence, as if everything were under his control. He knew the gravity of his mission; as long as the Ancient Realm remained safe, his efforts would not have been in vain.
The Spirit Body gently swept both hands, sending a mighty force toward the Ancient Realm's great Dao.
That power flowed like a clear spring, nourishing every living thing in the Ancient Realm. Withered plants began to grow again, and exhausted beings started to regain their vitality.
Nourished by the Spirit Body, the Ancient Realm's great Dao grew broader and brighter.
The light was like a brilliant rainbow stretching across the entire Ancient Realm, bathing all its beings in its radiance.
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