Sin Embryo Seeds the World, All Things Become Embryos
Qian Wenwan took a deep breath, and slowly held the Compassionate Joy Divine Sword horizontally in front of her chest. Warm white sword light flowed from the sword, and the two Source Dao charms of joy and love continuously transformed into strands of soft light, which slowly drifted from the tip of the sword towards Yuan Weizhi.
She slowly closed her eyes, her Fate Soul essence completely merging into the Compassionate Joy Divine Sword. Her entire being transformed into a warm stream of light, her divine sense slowly entering Yuan Weizhi's sea of consciousness along that wisp of sword intent. There, it was no longer the Fate Soul world of a normal cultivator, but a desolate world covered by black and red flames of fury. Countless chains pierced through the heavens and earth, layer upon layer binding Yuan Weizhi's Fate Soul essence.
But in the deepest recesses of that endless darkness, a tiny, almost imperceptible point of light remained suspended, like the last flickering candle in a storm. Qian Wenwan gazed at that light, a hint of joy in her eyes. She gently raised the Compassionate Joy Divine Sword, and soft rays of sword light slowly enveloped it, as she softly called out, "Fellow Daoist Yuan... wake up... I am Qian Wenwan... Young Master Qin has come... we've come to take you back..."
The point of light trembled slightly, and actually began to respond. A faint trace of consciousness slowly emerged, and Yuan Weizhi's already empty eyes seemed to show a struggle. But at that very moment, the entire sea of consciousness suddenly trembled violently, and a hideous giant face woven from countless rages and evil thoughts abruptly opened its eyes from the darkness. A roar filled with savagery and resentment resounded throughout the entire world of Fate Soul: "Get out!"
Endless rage and obsession transformed into a raging tide of blood, instantly engulfing Qian Wenwan's consciousness. The Compassionate Joy Divine Sword trembled violently, and she suddenly opened her eyes. She could no longer suppress a mouthful of blood, which gushed out. Her body staggered back dozens of steps, and her face turned as pale as paper.
She clutched her chest tightly, her breath ragged, her voice becoming rapid. "Young Master Qin... that malevolent obsession... is too strong... it has already merged with Fellow Daoist Yuan Fate Soul..."
At the same time, the pitch-black vertical pupil in the palm of the Wrath and Malice Blood Puppet had fully opened, and countless mirrors of evil kept appearing, turning the entire world into an endless Sin Theater.
The sky, mountains, rivers, lava, ruins, and even every grain of dust reflect different illusions: countless long-gone people return, countless regrets are fulfilled, and countless happinesses intertwine, only to shatter all at the same moment. Billions of blood puppet faces appear simultaneously, and the entire world repeats the cycle of falling from bliss to despair.
However, Qin Yu slowly closed his eyes. He no longer looked at the mirrors or tried to distinguish between the real and the fake. Instead, he slowly lifted up the Primordial Hongmeng Great Luo Heavenly Chapter.
The pages of the Great Luo Heavenly Chapter turned without wind, each page of supreme Dao truth unfolding in mid-air, its vast radiance illuminating all the heavens and myriad realms. Between the boundless heavens and earth, the universe seemed to Return to One ancient heavenly book whose ink had not yet been fully written. Qin Yu held the Book of Fate Law and grasped the Realm Severing Origin Brush, his eyes clear and calm, as he slowly began to write.
This stroke, without depicting myriad supernatural powers or incorporating the arts of the heavens, rewrites the narrative of heaven and earth and determines the laws of destiny in the world.
Golden characters emerged continuously from the void, each character transforming into a real world, reconnecting countless broken stories, and reversing countless false causes and effects. Under the illumination of the Primordial Hongmeng Great Luo Heavenly Chapter, the images reflected in the countless mirrors of karma scattered throughout the world began to fade layer by layer, and cracks began to appear in their originally flawless narratives. Qin Yu once again wielded the Realm Severing Origin Brush, his voice calm and cold, as if he were reciting the primordial laws of heaven and earth.
"An illusion is an illusion because it borrows from reality. But reality has never belonged to you." The last stroke landed heavily. Boom—the entire world trembled violently.
Countless pages flew up from all directions, transforming into billions of golden torrents that swept through all the mirrors. Within each of these mirrors, an ancient character emerged, spreading outwards as if the very laws of heaven and earth had descended. The first crack appeared on the mirror's surface, followed by a second, a third... billions of cracks spread simultaneously, and countless mirror worlds collapsed one after another.
One by one, the figures woven from the Wrath and Malice Blood Puppet began to turn into ashes. The billions of evil mirrors floating in the sky shattered one after another, and the mirrors turned into a sky full of blood-red fragments of light, like a meteor shower that covered the entire world.
For the first time, the Wrath and Malice Blood Puppet let out a truly furious roar. Its vertical pupils in its palms contracted violently, and the countless mirrors on its abdomen shattered continuously. The entire Sin Theater began to collapse inch by inch, and the illusion was as if it had been directly erased from the root of the story, unable to continue evolving.
Just as Qin Yu shattered the last Mirror of Calamity, Xiao Yue's star-blue eyes locked onto the true main banner in the world. The Blue Ring behind her unfolded layer by layer, countless starlight trajectories rapidly deduced, ultimately converging on the same spot. She suddenly raised her hand, her voice incredibly firm. "Little Qinzi!! The true main banner is inside that Soul Banner!"
"As long as the connection between its Fate Soul and the Wrath and Malice Blood Puppet and Yuan Weizhi is severed, the third page of the Wordless Heavenly Book can shatter them!" The Blue Ring spun wildly, and chains of star-blue laws began to condense, preparing to forcefully pierce through heaven and earth, pointing directly at the main flag. However, just as she was about to make her move, the Blazing Erosion Clan Chief, who had been standing with his hands behind his back in the distance, slowly raised his head.
A slow, sinister smile spread across his lips. "Hmph..." "Wishful thinking." For the first time, a look of knowing everything appeared in his eyes.
As the Blazing Erosion Clan Chief watched the Wrath and Malice Blood Puppet retreat step by step, there was not a trace of anxiety on his face. Instead, he slowly closed his eyes and whispered an ancient incantation that no one could understand.
The incantation was deep and slow, as if it had existed since time immemorial. With each ancient word uttered, a gray-red pattern appeared between heaven and earth. The next instant, he suddenly opened his eyes, his right palm clenched tightly, and he shouted in a deep voice, "Ten-Direction Soul Suppression— Return to One!" In an instant, the ten soul flags embedded in the back of the Wrath and Malice Blood Puppet trembled violently, each flag bursting forth with a monstrous crimson soul light. The flags fluttered wildly, and countless vengeful spirits howled madly.
They were forcibly pulled inch by inch from the enormous body of the Wrath and Malice Blood Puppet. The scene was horrifying. The ten soul flags were like ten soul-locking nails piercing the heavens and the earth. With each inch pulled out, a blood-red crack tens of thousands of feet long would burst open inside the Wrath and Malice Blood Puppet. Hundreds of millions of wronged souls were forcibly dragged out by the soul flags, letting out a blood-curdling scream between heaven and earth.
The Wrath and Malice Blood Puppet roared madly, and the entire world cracked as it struggled. Yet the ten soul flags still slowly rose into the air, releasing countless scarlet chains that intertwined and entangled with each other. In the end, they completely merged in the void, and a blood-red main flag covering the entire sky slowly unfolded.
The banner seemed to be sewn together from the skin of billions of living beings. Countless hideous faces on the banner were constantly writhing, each one crying out in silence. The clan leader took a step forward, and his body merged directly into the main banner.
In an instant, his aura surged, his Fate Soul essence rose rapidly, and a terrifying pressure far surpassing that of Chi Xiao and Chi Ming swept across the land. His aged body gradually became younger, his gray hair transformed into dark red flames that flowed down his back, and an inextinguishable flame of rage burned deep within his eyes.
A scarlet ancient mark slowly cracked open on his forehead, and his entire being merged into the Soul Flag, becoming the flag master who controlled the life and death of all souls. Only at this moment did Qin Yu finally understand that the strength of this strange patriarch was far more than this, and he had to kill the Wrath and Malice Blood Puppet as soon as possible.
At the same time, the patriarch slowly formed an extremely ancient blood seal with his hands, his voice as cold as if it came from the deepest depths of the Nine Nether: "The wraith of wrath, return to the origin; the source of all evil, born from the world— the Sin Embryo Seeds the World!" The Wrath and Malice Blood Puppet suddenly stopped all movement, its massive body rapidly withering, its flesh and blood collapsing wildly towards its chest.
Countless strands of anger, malice, resentment, and primordial energy flowed backward, finally compressing into the dark, life-giving blood in the center of his chest. At this moment, heaven and earth fell into absolute silence; there was no wind, no thunder, not a sound, as if the whole world was awaiting its final judgment.
The next moment, the Wrath and Malice Blood Puppet slowly raised its hands, its ten fingers suddenly piercing into its own chest, tearing it open to both sides with all its might. There was no spray of blood, no splatter of flesh; inside the torn chest cavity was only a churning sea of inky black mist, within which countless distorted human faces struggled silently. Then, that drop of its life essence shattered abruptly.
A silent, blackish-gray ring-shaped ripple slowly spread from the body of the Wrath and Malice Blood Puppet, causing the world to lose its color wherever it passed.
Mountains and rivers lost their color, the sky stopped flowing, and rocks, ancient trees, air, laws, time, and even everything in the world fell into stillness. The entire world seemed to have been pressed into eternal pause. Three breaths later, time resumed its flow, but everyone's pupils contracted sharply at the same time, because they could clearly see that deep within every rock, every leaf, and every grain of dust, a faint, hair-like dark red line had emerged.
The patterns on the surface pulsated gently, like the heartbeats of fetuses nurturing life. In the distance, the trunk of an ancient tree slowly split open, and a hand covered in blood-red patterns emerged from its heart. A monstrous beast let out a shrill scream, and a lump of bloody flesh suddenly swelled up on its back.
A humanoid silhouette slowly cracked open the beast's body; even a cultivator from the Blazing Erosion Clan in the distance looked down and saw a mouth split open in his palm, constantly murmuring in his own voice, "My turn... My turn to come out..." The entire world seemed to transform into a gigantic abyss that bred countless blood puppets in an instant, and an aura of despair enveloped everything.