The End

The gale tore through the Divine Domain of Annihilation, sending the boundless void surging and boiling.

Countless layers of interwoven illusions sprouted from the darkness, unfurled, and piled atop one another.

There was no end, no boundary.

The obsessions with honor and disgrace, the resentful delusions that had just been severed, had not vanished completely. Instead, the rules of the Divine Domain of Annihilation forcibly extracted them.

All the mortals' inner demons, all the weaknesses of the living, transformed into hideous, terrifying apparitions, standing atop the shattered remnants of stars.

Their numbers were endless, their forms bizarre beyond imagination.

This was the Trial of Void Annihilation.

Severing Delusions meant cutting away every obsession in one's heart and breaking free of the shackles of the self.

Void Annihilation meant trampling every inner demon, bearing endless pain, and slaughtering ten thousand delusions.

The first wave of inner-demon apparitions charged forward with ferocious force!

Countless blades of Soul Power, black claws, and shattered fists crowded the sky and earth, instantly sealing off every avenue of escape for Shen Nanxun.

In the past, even a Titled Douluo caught in such a desperate situation would have panicked and dodged, defending on instinct.

But now, Shen Nanxun had no way to dodge. It was as if his entire body had been pinned to the ground, unable to move a fraction.

He stood tall where he was, letting the attacks raining from the sky crash down upon him!

Crack! Crack!

The crisp sound of bones breaking instantly rang throughout the divine domain.

Countless bloody gashes burst open across his body. His flesh split apart, blood spraying everywhere and staining the void around him.

Pain!

Extreme, merciless pain that drilled into his bones and gnawed at his soul!

It was more than the pain of ordinary bodily wounds. It was also the illusory damage born from the fusion of inner-demon power and the laws of annihilation.

It gnawed straight at the divine soul.

Every wound carried pain multiplied a millionfold, surging along his meridians straight into his Sea of Consciousness and frantically tearing at the source of his divine soul.

It tried to make him collapse in endless agony.

"Pain..."

A faint flicker of awareness passed through his mind.

It was the pain response that belonged to all living beings by instinct.

Shen Nanxun's gaze remained cold as ever. He let his flesh keep shattering and his divine soul be ground down again and again.

In this world, his body and divine soul were torn apart, then reassembled, over and over, as if someone were deliberately tormenting him.

He raised his hand, spreading his five fingers slightly.

A wisp of deep purple-black Power of Annihilation burst from his palm.

He raised his hand, clenched it, and swept out a palm strike!

Bang!

Dozens of apparitions charging straight at him had no time even to scream before they were completely annihilated by the Power of Annihilation.

Body and soul vanished, reduced to ashes.

But in the next instant, even more apparitions surged madly from the void, one after another, fearless of death.

They could not all be killed.

They could not all be cut down.

They could not all be wiped out.

A fresh wave of attacks came crashing down once more.

Claws pierced his shoulder, blades stabbed through his abdomen, fists smashed his ribs, and wind blades sliced through his meridians.

Shen Nanxun was drenched in blood. Every bone in his body was broken, and half his body had nearly collapsed outright.

His flesh continued to rot, peel away, and scatter.

The pain piled atop itself, accumulating without end.

One wound, tenfold pain.

Ten wounds, a hundredfold heart-devouring agony.

An ordinary Soul Master would have had their divine soul shattered and gone completely mad after suffering even one percent of the pain.

He still raised his hand, struck with his palm, and annihilated them.

The movements were monotonous, tedious, repetitive, yet every strike embodied the purest Dao of Destruction.

One, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand...

Countless inner demons perished beneath his palm, only for countless more to be born and rush at him.

A bloody battle with no reprieve.

No pause, no respite, no end.

Time lost all meaning.

The Divine Domain of Annihilation had neither light nor day. There was only endless slaughter, endless wounds, and endless torture of the divine soul.

The immense strength of an inner demon tore his arm clean off. It dangled in midair as blood gushed from it.

Several powerful apparitions smashed his knee to pieces. His body swayed on the verge of falling, yet he forced his back straight and refused to bend even slightly.

His flesh rotted, then reformed; reformed, then rotted again. His bones shattered, then mended; mended, then shattered again. His divine soul hurt until it went numb, until it fell silent, until every living being's instinctive fear of pain had been ground away.

There was no doubt about it. This was torture!

The God of Destruction clearly had no intention of letting Shen Nanxun inherit his power so easily.

Inside the Sea of Consciousness, Qian Renxue looked frantic as she watched Shen Nanxun, wrapped in destructive energy. Perhaps only she, a Soul Spirit within his Sea of Consciousness, could understand the agony he was suffering.

"This madman." She bit her lower lip, anxiety filling her violet eyes.

Outside, Shen Nanxun's body was still seated cross-legged in the middle of the cultivation room. His body looked completely unharmed, but that was because the Power of Destruction maintained an extremely fragile balance between constant destruction and repair.

Each time an inner-demon apparition struck at the level of his consciousness, his body trembled faintly. The capillaries beneath his skin burst again, and the blood seeping out had already stained his dark training clothes a deep brown.

He had endured for who knew how long. Perhaps hundreds of waves, perhaps thousands. His consciousness was repeatedly crushed and pieced back together amid endless agony, yet he never fell.

Na'er, standing nearby, had long since been in tears. The little girl usually crossed swords with Shen Nanxun, but now she was the most heartbroken of all.

Qian Renxue drew a deep breath. She was the Angel God, once a First-Level God in the Divine Realm. In the presence of an existence on the level of the God of Destruction, a God King, her power was indeed insignificant.

But she could not simply stand by and watch. She raised her right hand, and a cluster of pure, righteous golden light shone in her palm. Then she condensed this source divine power into a thin, brilliant beam of golden light and sent it out of the Sea of Consciousness without hesitation.

The golden beam pierced through layer upon layer of obstructing destructive power and precisely entered the depths of Shen Nanxun's consciousness. An extremely faint, thin golden halo silently spread from beneath his feet, enveloping his space of consciousness.

Within the Divine Domain of Annihilation.

A golden ring suddenly appeared around Shen Nanxun, then gradually expanded. A sacred power covered him.

The Angel Domain.

The instant the inner-demon apparitions, which had been frantically tearing at his divine soul, touched the Angel Domain, they all froze.

Their faceless outlines twisted violently in the golden light, letting out shrill, piercing screams.

The purifying power of the Angel Domain naturally countered inner demons, which were pure negative emotions. The thousandfold pain layered upon his divine soul was peeled away, weakened, and purified, layer by layer. His consciousness finally gained a brief moment to catch its breath.

But that was all. The Angel Domain could counter inner demons, but not the law of destruction itself. After their brief hesitation, the inner-demon apparitions surged forward again. Under the relentless crushing force of the Power of Destruction, the golden light of the Angel Domain began to tremble faintly.

Shen Nanxun's consciousness was on the verge of shattering. This level of torment was too painful; even enduring it for a short while had already pushed him to his limit.

If this continued, even though they were in a void domain, his true divine soul might develop cracks.

"Enough!"

Just then, a sharp shout resounded throughout the entire divine domain. Even the mighty God of Destruction felt the entire divine domain tremble at the sound of that voice.

Nine-colored light flashed into being.

Then came a dragon's roar.

High above, the purple-robed figure's expression faltered.

"Xiao Zi, stop."

At that moment, a gentle voice rang out. A woman in a long green dress stood some distance behind him.

"Alas." The purple-robed figure sighed. "I was only testing him. The Power of Destruction is too fierce and overbearing. If you fail to control it properly, it can easily turn on you."

How could he not have Shen Nanxun's best interests at heart?