The last piece of the staff bone, a supreme Primordial Dao Supreme Treasure, turned into stardust in Hua Yin's palm. The dark red crystalline light extinguished, and the nine skull joints shattered one after another. The demonic power that had previously swept across the heavens and earth also collapsed. Countless tiny stardust drifted from between his fingers, falling into the broken ruins and illuminating his face, which was already distorted to the extreme.
Hua Yin slowly lowered his head, looking at his empty palm, and did not speak immediately.
The shock in his crimson vertical pupils was gradually swallowed by rage. The two twisted demonic horns on his forehead trembled violently, and the scales all over his body opened outwards, spewing out thick black gas from the seams. The gluttonous demonic shadow behind him did not dissipate after losing the support of the magic wand. Instead, it clung to his back, merging into his flesh along his shoulder bones, arms, and chest, causing his half-human, half-demon body to swell once more.
Hua Yin clenched his fists tightly, crushing the remaining stardust in his palm. "Boy--!" This roar pierced through the clouds, and the remaining mountain wall cracked open. He raised his head, revealing fangs between his lips. His face was no longer as composed as before, only filled with ferocity and greed after his treasure had been destroyed in front of him. The next moment, the ground beneath Hua Yin's feet collapsed with a deafening roar.
His figure had disappeared.
Qin Yu's eyes narrowed slightly. Just as he turned his shoulder to the side, Hua Yin's fist, covered in black scales, slammed past his ear. Before the fist even truly touched him, the raging demonic energy had already blasted a hundred-foot-tall stone peak behind him into countless fragments. Before the fragments even hit the ground, Hua Yin forcefully twisted his waist, and his right leg swept across with a deafening roar that tore through the air.
Qin Yu raised his arm to block. Bang—the sound of flesh colliding was dull and made one's heart tighten.
The two streams of the Eternal Silence Realm Source Power exploded at the point of contact, causing the surrounding void, which was hundreds of feet wide, to bulge outwards and then shatter layer by layer. Qin Yu was pushed sideways by this kick for dozens of feet, the sole of his boot scraping through the air and leaving two gray-white streaks. Hua Yin, on the other hand, approached head-on, still close to the impact, his five fingers joined together into a claw, aiming straight for Qin Yu's throat.
Qin Yu flipped his wrist, precisely gripping Hua Yin's wrist bone, and pulled him outwards while his other palm struck towards Hua Yin's ribs. The Silent Origin in his palm slammed into Hua Yin's scales, causing large patches of black scales to explode on the spot. Hua Yin let out a low growl and actually rammed his shoulder into Qin Yu's chest while simultaneously bending his knee and thrusting upwards.
Qin Yu withdrew his palm and lowered his elbow, the elbow strike colliding head-on with the kneecap, instantly turning the space beneath their feet into a dark, deep pit.
Using the recoil as leverage, Hua Yin leaped into the air, spinning halfway through the flight, before unleashing a barrage of punches, one after the other. The punches were as dense as a torrential downpour, each imbued with a heavy demonic energy, leaving behind long-lasting black fist marks wherever they went.
Qin Yu crossed his arms and changed his footwork in quick succession, parrying the first punch, deflecting the second, and dodging the third. His palm then struck Hua Yin's elbow. Hua Yin's arm went numb, and another demonic claw tore down from below, its sharp knuckles grazing Qin Yu's waist. His robes ripped open on the spot, leaving four bleeding wounds.
Qin Yu's brow remained unmoved, yet his right fist had already landed on Hua Yin's face. Bang!
Hua Yin's head snapped to one side, his facial scales shattering and black demonic blood spurting out. He used the momentum to lower himself, grabbing Qin Yu's waist with both hands and slamming him violently to the ground with a roar.
A thunderous roar erupted—a dust wave hundreds of feet high rose from the center of the ruins.
The remaining source veins underground were knocked to the sides and rolled away, the shattered ancient wheel sinking completely into the deep pit. Hua Yin pressed his knees down beside Qin Yu, raised his fist high, black and red demonic energy wrapped around his entire arm, and then slammed it down heavily.
Qin Yu dodged to the side, his fist blasting through the ground, cracks spreading wildly along the entire valley.
Hua Yin threw another punch, but Qin Yu raised his knee and knocked it into Hua Yin's abdomen. He then flipped over, pressed his palm against the back of Hua Yin's neck, and pushed him towards the broken wall. Hua Yin barely touched the ground before he forcibly steadied himself, his back muscles tensing up, and he dragged Qin Yu as they crashed through several ruined halls.
Amidst swirling pebbles and dust, the two figures clashed repeatedly, fists striking palm prints, knees colliding with elbows.
Hua Yin relied on his demonic body to launch a relentless offensive, each strike carrying a ferocious power capable of tearing apart mountains and rivers; Qin Yu, on the other hand, concentrated every bit of his Source Power within his muscles and bones, rarely retreating, his moves clean and ruthless, often cutting into Hua Yin's ribs, shoulder blades, and throat at the very moment of Hua Yin's most intense attack.
After dozens of collisions, large patches of scales on Hua Yin's chest were broken, and Qin Yu also had several bloody marks on his shoulder and side.
What Hua Yin truly couldn't tolerate wasn't his injuries. Qin Yu blocked his powerful punch with a raised palm, and then seized Qin Yu's shoulder with his other hand, his voice filled with rage as he squeezed out from between his fangs, "Who are you?!" Qin Yu twisted his wrist with his five fingers and slammed his knee into Hua Yin's abdomen.
Hua Yin arched his body, forcibly suppressing his injuries, and slammed his forehead directly into Qin Yu's brow. Bang! Both of them staggered back several steps. Hua Yin raised his hand to wipe away the demonic blood flowing from his forehead, his crimson eyes fixed on Qin Yu.
"Why do you possess something that can counter a supreme treasure?!" "That power can destroy Primordial Dao Supreme Treasure at its source; there's absolutely no way anything in this world could directly counter a supreme treasure!"
He stomped on the boulder beneath his feet, then lunged forward again, unleashing alternating punches and claws, his roars growing louder and louder.
"Today I will surely obtain it!" "Once I tear your Fate Soul apart inch by inch, all the secrets hidden within you will belong to me!"
Qin Yu did not answer.
He slammed his shoulder into Hua Yin's chest, grabbed his arm bone with his right hand, and swung his waist, slamming him into the side of the mountain wall. The mountain wall collapsed with a roar, but Hua Yin rushed out directly from the rubble, his five fingers piercing into Qin Yu's protective source of energy, the friction between his finger bones and the Silent Origin creating a large area of dazzling sparks.
One hundred rounds, two hundred rounds, three hundred rounds, the entire ruins were completely breached by the close combat between the two.
Mountains collapsed, the earth churned, and ruined palaces turned into a long river of rubble. The sky was filled with fist marks and claw marks that could not be healed for a long time. With each collision, the distant mountains trembled. Black and red demonic energy and gray and white Silent Origin alternately swept across the heavens and earth, turning the once verdant valleys into a desolate battlefield full of deep pits.
Hua Yin forced Qin Yu back with a punch, his chest heaving violently. He stared intently at the figure not far away, the rage in his crimson vertical pupils gradually turning into an incomprehensible gloom.
By now, nearly half of the demonic energy within him had been depleted, and the demonic pills he had previously swallowed were beginning to lose their suppressive effect, causing the gluttonous demonic thoughts to stir once again at the edge of his sea of consciousness.
Qin Yu's aura remained strong and sustained.
His Eternal Silent Origin Power showed no obvious decline, and the wounds all over his body did not affect his attacks. With each round of combat, his fist techniques became more refined, his steps more steady, and even his eyes never showed the slightest sign of fatigue.
The sinister smile on Hua Yin's face gradually disappeared. "Your Source Power..." He let out a low, labored breath. "Why is there no loss?" Qin Yu stood on the broken mountain ridge, slowly withdrawing his right fist. His robes were stained with blood, but his breathing remained steady, and his eyes were so calm that no emotion could be seen.
Hua Yin was silent for a moment, then suddenly threw his head back and let out a hoarse laugh. "Good." "Very good!" "Since ordinary methods can't kill you, I will show you the Hua Lineage's true, secret, innate divine power!" He raised his hands and slowly inserted his ten fingers into his chest.
Pfft—Black demonic blood gushed out from between his fingers, but Hua Yin seemed oblivious to the pain, tearing his hands apart violently.
The scales and flesh covering his chest split open simultaneously, revealing a pulsating gray-black Fate Soul Nucleus. Countless threads of logic were wrapped around the core, each connecting Hua Yin's past, present, and future. Even the mountains and rivers he had traversed, the creatures he had killed, and the Daoist principles he had refined all left dark shadows in those threads.
He no longer relied on the Ancient God Clan's demonic Source Power, nor summoned any external force; instead, he placed his hands directly on either side of his Fate Soul Nucleus, and boom—
An invisible wave emanated from Hua Yin's chest. Wherever the wave passed, the shattered mountains and rivers stopped collapsing, the falling dust hung in mid-air, and the surging source veins underground also solidified in an instant.
The world has not returned to peace; the entire area is being forcibly incorporated into Hua Yin's natal Fate Soul.
His body began to become translucent, his flesh, scales, and demonic patterns gradually merging into the surrounding world, while his crimson eyes became increasingly clear, like two blood moons hanging at the end of the world.
"My Forbidden Technique of Destiny--" "Myriad Ages Fruit Lodging - Burial of the Undying of All Beings!" Hua Yin suddenly spread his arms wide, and countless versions of himself suddenly appeared on the entire battlefield. Hua Yin as a boy stood in the dilapidated courtyard with a cold look in his eyes. Hua Yin as a middle-aged man stood on a sea of blood, his hands stained with the blood of his clansmen. Hua Yin as an old man sat in the Hua Lineage hall, with hundreds of figures kneeling in front of him.
After transforming into a demon Hua Yin hangs in the boundless abyss of demons, with Taotie roaring behind him. These are not illusions; each Hua Yin carries a real period of his life, and each possesses a complete Fate Soul, complete memories, and complete killing intent. What is even more terrifying is that Does Not Exist clear hierarchy among the thousands of Hua Yin.
When any figure is destroyed, its Fate Soul will migrate to another figure along the path of time and cause and effect. When any part of the past is destroyed, the future Hua Yin will fill that gap; when any part of the present is Annihilation, the former Hua Yin will be reborn into a new present along the path of cause and effect.