Chaotic Void.
That pitch-black knife mark that spans hundreds of millions of miles is like a scar that will never heal, imprinted deep in the Divine Soul of all living beings.
Within the knife mark, everything returns to "nothing".
Time, space, Karma, Law... everything was erased by that pure and extreme "force".
Nearly a hundred Chaos Demon God, together with the Great Dao they were in charge of, were cleanly and completely "deleted" from this Universe.
Dead silence.
A silence more suffocating than death itself.
Whether it was the surviving billions of Chaos Beasts or the Primordial World Allied Army who were waiting in formation below, they all lost the ability to speak at this moment.
Everyone's thoughts were stuck on the picture of Yang Jian being chopped down with a sword.
That's not Divine Ability.
That's not Law.
That is pure, irrational and absolute violence.
It is the ultimate display that engraves the concept of "power" in everyone's cognition in the most intuitive and bloody way.
"Yang Mei... dead?"
"Destruction...Karma...Slaughter... all... all dead?"
"One knife... all gone?"
In the depths of the Sea of Chaos, the minds of the old rulers who peered into this place through secret methods were trembling crazily, conveying incomprehensible horror and fear.
What did they see?
A massacre.
A unilateral massacre involving two "Divine Envoy" against nearly a hundred Old One beings of the same level without any suspense!
This Primordial World...
This abandoned place after the fall of Pangu...
What happened?!
On the battlefield, Yang Jian took back Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade expressionlessly.
His cold gaze swept over the area where Space Law fragments were scattered like stardust after Yang Mei exploded.
In his eyes, that was not the remains of a top Demon God.
It's just... a bunch of good quality "stuff".
Master's command is to cramp, peel off skin, and remove bones.
Killing with one knife is only the first step.
The real value lies in subsequent utilization.
On the other side, Nezha's laughter broke the dead silence.
His Three Heads and Six Arms's Demon Venerable Dharma Form, like dragging a dead dog, dragged the completely collapsed Time Demon God Shichen out of the illusory River of Time.
At this moment, Shichen doesn't have half of the majesty of Old Ones.
His Demon God body flickered on and off, as if it would collapse at any moment. His Origin aura was extremely weak, and those eyes composed of countless Timelines were only empty and numb.
His past, present, and future were all turned into a pot of porridge by Nezha using "Self-Transformation into Freedom".
His existence itself has become a joke.
"Senior Brother, what should I do with this old thing? How about... I string him up and bake him in River of Time for tens of thousands of epochs?"
Nezha licked his lips, all six eyes flashing with danger and excitement.
"Master said, the bones need to be taken apart and fed to the dogs."
Yang Jian's voice is still flat, without any emotion.
He is simply stating an established fact.
"Oh... that's right."
Nezha nodded with some hesitation, then looked down at Shichen, who was already unconscious in his hand, and showed an innocent smile.
"Old guy, did you hear that? Your bones are going to be fed to the dogs."
Shichen trembled all over, and finally A Trace begged out of his empty eyes.
He would rather Divine Soul all be destroyed than endure this never-ending torture and humiliation.
However, Yang Jian and Nezha obviously ignored his "ant" idea.
Their eyes have turned to the hundreds of millions of Chaos Beasts who have fallen into chaos and fear because all their leaders have died.
Although these giant beasts have low intelligence, their instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages is still there.
When nearly a hundred powerful Chaos Demon God were killed like paper, a fear originating from the deepest part of their lives completely overwhelmed their ferocity.
"Roar..."
"Ugh..."
No one gave orders, and the hundreds of millions of Chaos Beasts army began to retreat uncontrollably, trying to escape back to the torn Chaos gap.
They don't want to stay in this scary world anymore.
Don't think about it for a second!
Just at this moment.
Below, Primordial World Allied Army, who had long been in a petrified state, finally recovered from the extreme shock.
"Win... win?"
A Humanity monk uttered three words in a trembling voice.
It's like dropping a huge boulder on a calm lake.
"Win! We won!!"
"Chaos Demon God... all were beheaded!!"
"It's Temple! It's Temple's messenger who has taken action!!"
After a brief silence, there was a landslide and tsunami-like carnival and shouting for the rest of the disaster!
Despair was completely torn apart!
Death is cut off with one knife!
Those two figures suspended in Chaos are no longer mere strong men in the eyes of all Primordial World creatures.
That's a miracle!
He is the agent of Supreme's divine power walking in the world!
Sect Master Tongtian has white hair and a stooped figure, but his eyes, covered with twilight, burst out with unprecedented light.
He looked at Yang Jian and Nezha, looked at the looming Supreme Temple behind them, his lips trembled, and finally, he bowed deeply in that direction.
"Temple's reputation is eternal!"
His prayer was like a signal.
Interception Sect Ten Thousand Immortals, Human Sovereign Yin Jiao, Heavenly Court Gods, Nine Provinces Humanity, Primordial World All races...
All the creatures who witnessed this scene, at this moment, from the depths of their souls, fell to the ground and knelt down in front of those two figures and the supreme temple!
"Temple's reputation is eternal!"
"Welcome Divine Envoy, bring peace to the world!"
Power of Faith, hundreds of millions of creatures, gathered into a golden torrent visible to the naked eye, rising into the sky and rushing towards Primordial Origin Supreme Divine Temple.
Yang Jian turned a blind eye to all this.
His attention was always locked on the "space nebula" left behind after the explosion of Yang Mei.
He stretched out his hand, pointed at that area, and gave it a weak shake.
"Master has an order, use waste."
"Since you are Space Demon God, use your Origin to temper Sovereign Body for me."
"Come out!"
Following his low shout.
A simple, thick, dark Golden Mark, as if it was made of billions of hells... A huge Furnace, torn apart Void, slowly descending!
The moment Furnace appeared, a terrifying aura that devoured all things and refined Myriad Heavens instantly enveloped the entire battlefield!
The fleeing Chaos Beasts were directly suppressed to the ground by this aura, unable to move. Divine Soul were all wailing!
Hell Furnace!