The end

Violent winds tore through the Divine Domain of Annihilation, and the void across the sky surged and boiled.

Countless overlapping illusions sprouted from the darkness, spreading and stacking.

There was no end, no boundary.

The obsessions of honor and disgrace, the unwilling delusions that had just been severed, did not completely perish; instead, they were forcibly extracted by the rules of the Divine Domain of Annihilation.

All the inner demons of mortals and all the weaknesses of sentient beings transformed into hideous, terrifying phantoms, standing upon the wreckage of shattered stars.

They were infinite in number and grotesque in form.

This was the Trial of Void Annihilation.

To sever delusions was to cut away the obsessions in one's heart and break the shackles of the self.

To annihilate the void was to tread upon all manner of inner demons, endure endless pain, and slaughter thousands of falsehoods.

The first wave of inner demon phantoms charged forward ferociously!

Countless blades of soul power, pitch-black claw shadows, and shattered fist energies filled the air, blocking out the heavens and instantly locking down all of Shen Nanxun's room for evasion.

In the past, even a Titled Douluo trapped in such a desperate situation would have panicked, dodged, or instinctively defended.

But at this moment, Shen Nanxun could not dodge; it was as if his entire body had been pinned to the ground, unable to move a single inch.

He stood tall and upright, allowing the overwhelming onslaught to crash down upon him!

Crack! Crack!

The crisp sound of bones shattering instantly echoed throughout the divine domain.

Dense, bloody lacerations exploded across his physical body; flesh tore open, and blood splattered, staining the void around him.

Pain!

Extreme, cruel, bone-drilling, soul-eroding pain!

It was not just the pain of ordinary physical trauma, but also the wounds of falsehood born from the combination of inner demon power and the rules of annihilation.

They specifically gnawed at the soul.

Every wound carried a thousandfold agony, surging along his meridians straight into his sea of consciousness, frantically tearing at the origin of his soul.

They attempted to make him collapse within the endless torment.

"Pain..."

A faint trace of perception flickered through his mind.

This was the instinctive pain of a living being.

Shen Nanxun's eyes remained cold, allowing his flesh to crumble continuously and his soul to be ground down repeatedly.

In this world, his body and soul were torn apart and reconstructed over and over, as if they were deliberately torturing him.

He raised his hand, his fingers slightly splayed.

A wisp of profound, deep purple-black annihilation power erupted from his palm.

He clenched his hand and struck out with a horizontal palm!

Bang!

Dozens of phantoms charging head-on did not even have time to scream before they were instantly annihilated by the power of destruction.

Body and soul vanished, reduced to ashes.

Yet, the next second, more phantoms surged madly from the void, wave after wave, fearless of death.

They could not be killed.

They could not be severed.

They could not be extinguished.

A new round of the offensive crushed down upon him once more.

Claws pierced his shoulders, blades ran through his abdomen, fist energy shattered his ribs, and wind blades sliced his meridians.

Shen Nanxun was drenched in blood, his bones broken inch by inch, and half of his body had nearly collapsed.

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

The pain stacked in layers, accumulating endlessly.

One wound brought tenfold agony.

Ten wounds brought a hundredfold soul-devouring torment.

Even if an ordinary soul master endured one percent of this pain, their soul would have long since shattered, driving them into complete madness.

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

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

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

Countless inner demons perished beneath his palm, and countless more were born to attack him.

The bloody battle never ceased.

There was no respite, no buffer, and no end.

Time lost all meaning.

The Divine Domain of Annihilation knew neither light nor day, only endless slaughter, endless trauma, and the endless flaying of the divine soul.

His arm was torn clean off by the immense strength of a heart demon, hanging loosely and swaying as blood sprayed forth.

His knees were shattered by the heavy strikes of several phantom enemies; his body teetered, yet he forced his spine to remain straight, refusing to bow even an inch.

His flesh rotted and knit, rotted and knit again. His bones shattered and fused, fused and shattered again. His divine soul ached until it went numb, until it fell into dead silence, until every instinctual fear of pain inherent to living beings was ground away.

There was no room for doubt: this was torture!

The God of Destruction clearly did not intend to let Shen Nanxun inherit his power so easily.

Within the Sea of Consciousness, Qian Renxue wore an expression of deep anxiety as she watched Shen Nanxun, who was enveloped by destructive energy. Perhaps only she, as a Soul Spirit residing within his Sea of Consciousness, could truly comprehend the agony he was enduring.

"This madman," she muttered, biting her lower lip, her purple eyes filled with distress.

In the outside world, Shen Nanxun's body remained seated cross-legged in the center of the cultivation room. His physical form appeared unscathed, but that was only because the power of destruction was maintaining an incredibly fragile balance between constant destruction and repair.

Every time an attack from a heart demon phantom landed on his consciousness, his body would tremble slightly, and the capillaries beneath his skin would burst once more, the seeping beads of blood staining his ink-colored training robes a dark brown.

He had endured for who knew how long. Perhaps hundreds of rounds, perhaps thousands. His consciousness was repeatedly crushed and reformed within the endless agony, yet he never fell.

Na'er, keeping watch at his side, was already covered in tears. The little girl usually traded barbs with Shen Nanxun, but when it truly came to this, she was the one who suffered the most.

Qian Renxue took a deep breath. She was the Angel God, once a first-tier Deity in the God Realm. In the presence of a being at the level of the God of Destruction, her power was truly insufficient.

But she could not just watch. She raised her right hand, and a cluster of pure, righteous golden light ignited in her palm. She then condensed this primordial divine power into a thin, brilliant beam of gold and, without hesitation, pushed it out of the Sea of Consciousness.

The golden beam pierced through the layers of destructive force, injecting itself with precision into the depths of Shen Nanxun's consciousness. A faint, thin golden halo unfolded silently beneath his feet, shrouding his conscious space.

Inside the Divine Domain of Annihilation.

A brilliant golden ring suddenly appeared around Shen Nanxun, expanding outward as a sacred power washed over him.

Angel Domain.

The heart demon phantoms that had been frantically tearing at his divine soul froze simultaneously the moment they touched the Angel Domain.

Their faceless silhouettes twisted violently under the illumination of the golden light, emitting a series of high-pitched, piercing screams.

The purifying power of the Angel Domain held a natural restraint over the pure negative emotions of the heart demons. The thousand-fold pain layered upon his divine soul was stripped away, weakened, and purified layer by layer. His consciousness finally found a fleeting moment of respite.

But that was all. The Angel Domain could restrain the heart demons, but it could not restrain the Law of Destruction itself. After a brief hesitation, the heart demon phantoms surged forward once more, and the golden light of the Angel Domain began to tremble under the continuous crushing pressure of the destructive force.

Shen Nanxun's consciousness was on the verge of shattering; this level of torture was too agonizing, and his brief resistance had already reached its limit.

If this continued, even within this void-like domain, his true divine soul might suffer irreparable cracks.

"Enough!"

At that moment, a sharp shout resounded throughout the entire Divine Domain. Even one as powerful as the God of Destruction felt the entire domain tremble the instant that voice rang out.

A nine-colored radiance flashed for a fleeting moment.

Then came the sound of a dragon's roar.

High above, the purple-robed figure froze.

"Xiao Zi, stop."

Just then, a gentle voice echoed. Not far behind him, a woman in a green dress stood in the distance.

"Sigh," the purple-robed figure sighed. "I was merely testing him. The power of destruction is far too tyrannical and overbearing; if one cannot master it, it is very easy to be consumed by it."

How could he not be looking out for Shen Nanxun's best interests?