As the sound faded, the barrier of the eighth-level dimensional space trembled violently, as if an unparalleled being was about to break through it.
Ye Changge slowly sheathed his sword, the blade trembling slightly and emitting a low hum, as if mocking the blustering but cowardly shouts.
He raised his eyes, his gaze like lightning, piercing through layers of dimensional barriers and reaching the depths of the eighth level of space. His voice was indifferent yet carried an undeniable authority. "Noisy."
As the word fell, an invisible sound wave transformed into a sharp blade, tearing through the barrier of the eighth layer of space. The hidden powerhouse groaned, and then fell silent.
The powerful beings of Myriad Races fell silent in fear.
The scene of Ye Changge slaying the Flower of the End is still vivid in my mind.
Those two seemingly ordinary sword lights, yet containing Heavenly Destruction power, completely crushed the last shred of courage in their hearts to resist.
A powerful expert at the peak of the eighth level of the Dharma Realm, who stands at the very top of the pyramid of Myriad Races, couldn't even withstand two sword strikes. His soul and spirit were annihilated, leaving not even a trace behind.
Such terrifying strength was beyond their comprehension.
Ye Changge stood with his hands behind his back, dressed in White Robe as snow, his clothes fluttering in the wind.
He was surrounded by a faint golden divine light, and as the light flowed, the shattered dimensional space was slowly repaired.
His gaze swept across the deathly silent fifth level of space, then looked at the layers upon layers of dimensional barriers, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
" Myriad Races," Ye Changge's voice rang out again, like the tolling of an ancient bell, echoing throughout the myriad realms, "Back then, you joined forces to invade my Human Race territory, slaughtered my Human Race, burned my cities, and destroyed my holy lands. This blood debt will be repaid with your deaths today."
Before he finished speaking, Ye Changge moved, transforming into a streak of light and flying straight towards the eighth level of the metaspace.
His speed was so fast that it transcended the limitations of space. Wherever he passed, dimensional barriers receded like a tide, unable to stop him at all.
"Oh no! He's going to challenge the eighth floor!"
"Quickly! Inform the clan's patriarch!"
" Ye Changge has gone mad! Does he intend to venture alone into the heart of our Myriad Races territory?"
The powerful beings of Myriad Races hidden in the various levels of the metaspace cried out in alarm and frantically relayed the message.
In an instant, all the Myriad Races and clans of the myriad realms were shaken, and terrifying auras rose from higher-level dimensional spaces, converging towards the eighth level.
The eighth level of the dimensional space is the location of the Netherbone Clan among Myriad Races, where the Netherbone Ancestor is a powerful being.
The moment Ye Changge stepped into the eighth level of space, a pressure several times stronger than that of the Flower of the End rushed towards him.
This oppressive aura was chilling and bone-piercing, carrying an aura of decay and death, as if it came from Yellow Springs Hell, aiming to freeze one's soul.
" Human Race brat, trespassing on the territory of my Myriad Races, you're courting death!"
A loud shout rang out, and three figures emerged from the void.
A terrifying pressure pressed down upon them.
"Kill!"
The three exchanged a glance and attacked simultaneously.
Three terrifying Dharma Realm powers transformed into a massive black net, enveloping Ye Changge.
The black net was covered with dense runes, exuding an aura that devoured everything.
Ye Changge remained expressionless, gently raising his longsword.
"Clang!"
A clear sword cry resounded throughout the heavens and earth, and the crystal-clear sword light bloomed once more.
This sword strike was even more powerful than the one that slew the Flower of the End! The sword light Vertical and Horizontal, directly tearing apart the seemingly indestructible black net.
"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"
Three streams of blood spurted out, and the three cultivators at the Myriad Races Dharma Realm didn't even have time to let out a scream before their bodies were pierced by the sword light, and their souls were instantly annihilated.
Instant kill!
Another instant sell-out!
The powerful figures from Myriad Races watching from afar were all deathly pale, trembling all over, and they didn't even have the courage to run away.
"You brat, how dare you!"
Just then, a roar came from the depths of the void.
Immediately afterwards, an extremely terrifying pressure erupted, far exceeding the peak of the eighth level of the Dharma Realm, carrying a trace of the power of the mid-stage of the ninth level of the Dharma Realm, as if it would crush this world.
The Void Distortion, and a gaunt figure slowly emerged.
He was dressed in a gray Daoist robe, with an aged face and skin like dried tree bark, but his eyes gleamed with a ghostly green light. He was none other than the Netherbone Ancestor, a mid-stage cultivator at the ninth level of the Dharma Realm among Myriad Races.
The Nether Bone Ancestor stared at Ye Changge with a gloomy gaze, his voice hoarse and filled with boundless killing intent. " Human Race brat, you killed my Myriad Races' powerful warriors and destroyed the Flower of the End. Today, I will surely grind you to dust and refine your soul to avenge the powerful warriors of my Myriad Races who sacrificed themselves!"
Ye Changge smiled faintly, his gaze calmly fixed on the Nether Bone Ancestor: "Mid-stage of the ninth level of the Dharma Realm? That's somewhat stronger than those trash."
"Arrogant!" Old Ancestor Minggu roared, waving his right hand.
Instantly, black energy surged everywhere, and within it, countless white bones emerged, transforming into mountains of bones that pressed down on Ye Changge.
These skeletons are the remains of powerful individuals from various races, collected by Myriad Races. They contain endless resentment and death energy, and possess immense power.
"A mere trick." Ye Changge scoffed disdainfully, and slashed out with his longsword.
"Boom!"
A sword light that stretched across the sky and earth, like a sharp blade that Heaven-Opening and Earth-Splitting, cleaved straight into those mountains of white bones.
With a loud crack, the seemingly solid mountain of bones shattered instantly, turning into a shower of bone fragments.
The sword light, still possessing its remaining momentum, continued to slash towards the Netherbone Ancestor.
The old ancestor of the Nether Bone changed his expression drastically; he could feel the terrifying power contained in this sword strike.
He dared not delay and immediately summoned his natal magic weapon—the Netherworld Bone Banner.
The Banner of the Dead fluttered in the wind, instantly growing to a size of ten thousand feet. On its surface, countless wronged souls and vengeful ghosts roared and howled, emanating a terrifying aura of death.
The banner was engraved with countless ancient runes, radiating the pressure of a ninth-level Dharma Realm.
"Clang!"
The sword light collided with the Netherbone Banner, producing a deafening roar.
A terrifying energy shockwave spread wildly, causing the entire eighth-level metaspace to tremble violently, with countless spatial cracks spreading out as if it were about to collapse at any moment.
The Nether Bone Ancestor staggered back dozens of steps, his face pale, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
He stared at Ye Changge in shock, his eyes filled with disbelief. "You... how can you be so strong? You're only at the Dharma Realm level, how could you possess such terrifying combat power?"
Ye Changge did not answer. He tightened his wrist again, and golden light surged from the longsword.
The Indestructible Devouring power within him surged wildly, merging into the sword light.
"A strange power of the Dharma Realm?" Ancestor Minggu's pupils shrank, finally understanding. "No wonder! No wonder you could kill enemies beyond your level! However, even if you possess this strange power of the Dharma Realm, you will not escape death today!"
The Ancestor of the Nether Bone frantically burned his own Origin, and the light on the Nether Bone Banner became even more dazzling. Countless wronged souls and vengeful ghosts rushed out of the banner and pounced on Ye Changge.
These vengeful spirits are all beings from various races who were slaughtered by Myriad Races. Their resentment is boundless, and once they are entangled with them, their souls will be devoured.
A cold glint flashed in Ye Changge's eyes. He abruptly plunged his longsword into the void and uttered a soft cry, "All spirits return to one!"
As soon as he finished speaking, golden runes flew out from his body and merged into the void.
These runes are all ancient Human Race runes, containing the inherited power of Human Race.
The runes flickered, instantly transforming into a massive array.
Within the formation, countless illusory figures of Human Race appeared, all of whom were martyrs in Human Race history, exuding a righteous and noble aura.
"Kill!"
Countless Human Race shouted in unison, their voices resounding throughout the universe.
They charged towards the vengeful spirits and ghosts, wielding long spears.
Righteous energy can subdue all evil spirits. Those fierce and vengeful ghosts are no match for the heroic spirits of the Human Race and are instantly purified.
"No!" Ancestor Minggu let out a shrill scream. His natal magic weapon, the Minggu Banner, began to shatter inch by inch under the impact of the Human Race heroes.
Ye Changge slowly drew his longsword, took a step, and instantly appeared in front of the Netherbone Ancestor.
He stared coldly at the Netherbone Ancestor, his voice icy and chilling. "When Myriad Races slaughtered my Human Race, did they ever imagine this day would come?"
The old ancestor of the underworld was filled with fear. He wanted to escape, but found that his body was bound by an invisible force and he could not move at all.
"I'm not reconciled! I'm only at the mid-stage of the ninth level of the Dharma Realm, and I haven't even broken through to the tenth level yet. I don't want to die!" Ancestor Minggu roared, struggling frantically.
Ye Changge remained expressionless as he gently lowered his longsword.
"Pfft."
With a flash of sword light, the body of the Netherbone Ancestor was instantly cleaved in two, and his soul was completely annihilated by the sword light.
After slaying the Netherbone Ancestor, Ye Changge did not linger. He moved and continued flying towards a higher level of dimensional space.
His target was the ninth level, the core territory of Myriad Races, and the place where the ninth-level Dharma Realm experts of Myriad Races resided.
All the heavens and myriad realms were utterly silent.
All the powerful beings of the Myriad Races watched helplessly as Ye Changge's figure disappeared at the end of the eighth level of space, their eyes filled with despair.
Ye Changge's figure, like the guardian deity of the Human Race, stands at the pinnacle of all realms, looking down upon the All Under Heaven, invincible!
The aftershocks of the eighth-level metaspace had not yet dissipated when Ye Changge stepped into the territory of the ninth level.
The power of the Heaven and Earth Dharma Realm here is even more obscure, and the air is filled with an ancient and majestic aura, which is the pressure belonging to a powerhouse of the ninth level of the Dao Dharma Realm.
He looked up and saw a majestic Divine Mountain standing in the void, shrouded in clouds and mist. The Divine Mountain was covered with ancient restrictions, exuding an aura of power that suppressed all heavens.
At the summit of the Divine Mountain, a figure slowly emerged.
He was dressed in a purple Daoist robe, with a dignified face and surrounded by Chaos Qi. He was none other than the Dao Ancestor of the Nine Dimensions of Myriad Races.
The Purple Vault Dao Ancestor looked calmly at Ye Changge, his voice indifferent. " Human Race brat, you are very strong. To have fought your way here is something to be proud of."
Ye Changge gripped his longsword, his gaze sharp as a blade. "Enough with the nonsense, today is the day Myriad Races will be destroyed!"