The next moment, all three closed their eyes simultaneously, and for the first time, their True Annihilation Realm · Peak Fate Soul essence was released without reservation. A deep, powerful vibration of essence rolled across the metallic ground, and a massive Primordial Ancient Wheel rose behind the golden-robed man.
The ancient wheel had no fixed shape; its interior was a mix of black and white, reflecting sword marks, afterglow, metal fragments, and even the surrounding shattered spatial rifts. The black-robed man pressed his palms down.
Dark gray Dao patterns spread rapidly along the ground; the white-robed cultivator raised two fingers to his brow, and a straight, pale beam of light burst forth from the depths of his Fate Soul, shooting straight into the sky above the Ten Thousand Swords Golden Ruins.
"Primordial Chaos Three Extremes—" The golden-robed man's eyes snapped open. "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Ruins Array!" Clang!!!
The moment that sword cry rang out, the entire Ten Thousand Swords Golden Ruins underwent a cataclysmic change. The first ancient sword closest to the six people trembled first, followed by the second, the third, the hundredth, the thousandth... The sword cry spread wildly outwards along the ruins.
Tens of thousands of feet away, a crimson broken sword with only half of its blade suddenly trembled, creating a crimson sword shadow; further away, a black broadsword, mostly buried under metal ruins, emerged with a heavy "suppressing" sword intent; beneath the sky, a transparent ancient sword hanging upside down in a spatial rift released the extremely sharp concept of "severance".
More and more sword essences that had been dormant for countless years were drawn out by the three's Primordial Great Dao. However, the three did not truly control those ancient swords. What they seized was the purest "sword concept" that had been precipitated from each sword to this day.
Slash, pierce, break, sever, suppress, penetrate, split...
Countless different meanings of swordsmanship rose from all directions. Originally independent and even naturally conflicting with each other, they now converged wildly towards the center of the sky under the guidance of the three primordial sources.
The enormous ancient wheel behind the golden-robed man spun faster and faster, swallowing up one sword concept after another; the black-robed man was responsible for forcibly dissolving the repulsive barriers between the swords; the white-robed cultivator then Return to One the sword intent that had been merged and given it the same offensive target—Six Lives Return to Annihilation True Suchness Guarding the Formation!
Chen Yong's pupils suddenly contracted. This was the truly terrifying aspect of the Primordial Dao Clan in the Ten Thousand Swords Golden Ruins. They didn't even need to use their own origin to fight the six people head-on. The entire Golden Ruins could be transformed into their supreme divine weapon.
As the last few chaotic sword intents were completely absorbed by the Primordial Ancient Wheel, the sky darkened completely. The ancient wheel, which was originally a thousand feet in size, began to shrink rapidly inward, eventually condensing into three hiltless ancient swords that floated above the heads of the three cultivators.
The three swords look exactly alike, but their bodies contain tens of thousands of sword-dao remnants. The Daoist essence of every inch of the sword is constantly changing: one moment it is peerless sharpness, the next it is the suppression of hell, and the next it evolves into the original true meaning of piercing, severing, and destroying.
The three swords simultaneously turned their blades, aiming at the center of the formation. Their primary target was not Chen Yong, but the three points where the Fate Soul of the Six Lives Return to Annihilation True Formation were joined.
The man in the golden robe had already seen through the biggest weakness of the six. They wanted to sever the fundamental connection between the six lives first, so that the five True Annihilation Realm · Initial Stage cultivators would lose the protection of Chen Yong and the Primordial Mirror, and then slaughter them one by one, eliminating them completely!
"Fall." The man in the golden robe uttered a single word. Whoosh!!! The three Primordial Ancient Sword instantly vanished into thin air. Chen Yong couldn't even see the trajectory of the swords as they traversed the void. The three edges of the formation suddenly collapsed inward, and the first Fate Soul Array Pattern shattered in response.
The woman wielding the silver-gray short sword turned pale and staggered backward uncontrollably. "Hold on!" Chen Yong shouted sharply, Primordial Mirror soared into the air. The second Primordial Ancient Sword followed closely behind, its power even greater than before.
This time, Chen Yong took the initiative to meet the attack head-on. He knew that if he continued to let the opponent control the battle and dismantle the formation base step by step, the Six Fates Formation would collapse completely in less than ten breaths. Since the combined attack of the three of them could be continuously strengthened by the Ten Thousand Swords Golden Ruins, they could not stay in place and be passively worn down.
Chen Yong slapped the back of the Primordial Mirror with his palm, and the four original warp and weft lines on the mirror surface stretched out and unfolded. "The Primordial Mirror bears witness!" The ancient mirror flipped in mid-air, and for the first time, the mirror surface fully reflected the silhouettes of the three Primordial Dao Clan cultivators.
The moment the three figures froze on the mirror's surface, Chen Yong's True Annihilation Origin surged into the mirror's body. He did not attempt to analyze the three people's Primordial Great Dao, nor did he forcibly suppress the tens of thousands of chaotic sword concepts in the sky. He only activated the most fundamental and ancient core power of the Primordial Mirror —to verify the truth and anchor the origin.
The man in the golden robe exists, the man in the black robe exists, the cultivator in white robes exists, the Fate Soul essence of the three exists, and the true location of the three exists. Once they are verified and locked by the Primordial Mirror, they will no longer be able to use the myriad sword concepts of the Ten Thousand Swords Golden Ruins to conceal their forms and obscure their origins!
Suddenly, the beams of light crisscrossed, and three thin, hair-like bronze rays shot out from the sky. With a whoosh, the rays pierced through the chaotic sword intent in the sky, unimpeded, and precisely struck the three cultivators' vital points: their brows, hearts, and the Fate Soul Nucleus.
The golden-robed man's expression changed drastically for the first time. He looked down at the harmless bronze beam of light on his chest, then suddenly raised his eyes, his voice cold and sharp. "Sever it!"
The man in black robes raised his hand and unleashed a sharp palm strike, but the bronze light remained completely still. This was not a restraint or confinement, but an absolutely real imprint. The Primordial Mirror's actions were merely stating an unchanging truth—you are there, nowhere to hide.
Chen Yong had been waiting for this momentary opening! "Separate!" Upon hearing this, the five of them simultaneously withdrew the outer defenses of the Six Fates Formation.
In an instant, the three Primordial Ancient Sword lost the barrier of the array, and their terrifying sword intent, carrying boundless power, pierced through the array. The man wielding the heavy ruler was struck head-on by a sharp sword beam on his shoulder.
With a whoosh, a burst of Fate Soul light exploded from his shoulder. He groaned as half of his robe and body were instantly Blood Immersion. Another cultivator had his abdomen pierced by the sword intent, his aura weakened, and his face turned ashen.
Of the six, none retreated. Five of them had already seen through Chen Yong's entire plan. They were going to trade serious injuries for distance and flesh and blood for a chance to win!
The woman with the silver-gray short sword and the dual-bladed cultivator simultaneously accelerated, rushing straight at the white-robed cultivator; the man with the heavy ruler, ignoring his severe shoulder injury and profuse bleeding, joined forces with his teammates to encircle the black-robed man from the left and right; the last person stayed by Chen Yong's side, pouring all of his Fate Soul essence into the Primordial Mirror to help him stabilize the three true anchor marks that were firmly locking onto his opponent.
The white-robed cultivator's brows furrowed suddenly, and killing intent surged in his eyes. "You're courting death!" He suddenly flicked his sleeves, and hundreds of extremely condensed Primordial Sword Intents shot out from behind him, overwhelming the two of them.
The woman with the silver-gray short sword neither dodged nor evaded, gripping the sword tightly with both hands, burning all the life essence of her True Annihilation Realm · Initial Stage Fate Soul cultivation onto the blade, and drawing the attack head-on with the sword held horizontally in front of her.
Clang!!! The first sword intent caused her tiger's mouth to split open, and blood flowed freely; the second sword intent forced her back three steps, and she staggered; the third sword intent pierced through her left shoulder, penetrating her flesh.
Just as the fourth deadly sword intent was about to strike, her teammate suddenly rushed out from behind her, their double blades crossed and slashing fiercely at the core of the white-robed cultivator's origin that was locked by the Primordial Mirror!
On the other side, the man in black robes was also being relentlessly attacked by the two. With his cultivation at the True Annihilation Realm · Initial Stage, he was already finding it difficult to directly confront the True Annihilation · Peak Realm. As soon as the man with the heavy ruler got close, he was struck in the chest by the opponent's Mixed Yuan Palm Force.
Bang!!! He was struck as if by a heavy blow, flying dozens of feet away, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Upon landing, he disregarded his injuries and slammed the heavy ruler into the metal ground, using the force to stabilize his staggering figure. He then charged forward once again, fearlessly charging forward.
Everyone knew that at this moment, fearing injury meant death, and retreating meant certain death. If they could just hold off the two for a moment, buy Chen Yong a chance to concentrate all their strength to defeat the man in the golden robe, they could break the three-on-one attack and find a glimmer of hope.
Chen Yong had already set off. "Stay close to me!" he shouted to his teammates who stayed behind, shattering the thick layer of metal ruins beneath his feet. Whoosh!!! His gray-black spear left a straight and sharp trail in the void as it sped through the air.
The Primordial Mirror hung high above Chen Yong's head, its surface firmly reflecting and locking onto the golden-robed man. The slender yet immortal bronze warp and weft extended continuously from the mirror's surface, firmly nailing to the man's deepest Fate Soul essence. No matter how the golden-robed man used the concept of ten thousand swords to shift his position, confuse reality and illusion, and create countless phantoms, the anchor point of the ultimate kill in Chen Yong's eyes remained unmoved from beginning to end.
The man in the golden robe, having fully grasped the flaws, turned ashen-faced and coldly rebuked, "Do you think you can bridge the absolute gap in cultivation level and numbers with just a Primordial Supreme Treasure?"
Chen Yong remained silent. He had no time to argue, nor did he need to say anything more. There was only one way to survive this battle: defeat one of the three, tear open the loophole in the combined attack of the three powers, and only then could he lead everyone to break through.
The man in the golden robe suddenly stretched out his hands, and the Primordial Ancient Wheel above the sky expanded once more. Thousands of ancient broken swords around him trembled violently, and countless complex and powerful sword concepts frantically converged in front of him, condensing into an unparalleled offensive.
Chen Yong continued his rapid advance without slowing down in the slightest. One hundred zhang, fifty zhang, twenty zhang... He could even clearly see the chilling, bone-chilling killing intent in the golden-robed man's eyes.
Just as the two were only three zhang apart, Chen Yong suddenly changed his hand, transferring the gray-black spear to his left hand and raising the Primordial Mirror with his right palm. The mirror was aimed directly at the golden-robed man, locking onto his true form.
The four original warp and weft lines suddenly contracted and condensed. The bronze anchor mark that pierced through the source of the opponent's Fate Soul instantly shone brightly and was Ultimate. Under the Ultimate load, Chen Yong's eyes were bloodshot. The fear, anxiety and unease that had been building up in his heart were all forced by the desperate situation into a ruthless and resolute determination to move forward.
He knew that this attack was a gamble with everything. After this battle, he might be seriously injured and on the verge of death, or he might die and his cultivation would be extinguished. But the ancient box in his storage bag must not fall into the hands of the Primordial Dao Clan; and his comrades who fought alongside him must not all perish here.
Retreat means total annihilation; advance offers a sliver of hope. Only a fight to the death! "Primordial Mirror!" Chen Yong gripped the Mirror's edge tightly with his five fingers, his left hand thrusting out the gray-black spear with all its might! "Give me—pin his true form down!!!"
Buzz!!! The four meridians of the Primordial Mirror poured down, illuminating everything. The thousands of chaotic sword shadows, true and false avatars, and sword projections around the golden-robed man suddenly froze.
At this moment, all the illusions he derived from the Ten Thousand Swords Golden Ruins were shattered, and all the layers of Daoist disguise were stripped away. The only true source of his Fate Soul was forcibly nailed to the surface and completely exposed by the bronze mirror light from the endless changes of reality and illusion.
Chen Yong's spear tip had already reached the point of lethality, while in front of the golden-robed man, thousands of Ultimate sword concepts converged simultaneously, condensing into a terrifying and unparalleled Primordial Killing Sword Edge that spanned heaven and earth.
Their gazes clashed violently across three zhang of space, their chilling killing intent intertwining. Neither retreated nor yielded. Chen Yong had already made up his mind for this attack—to risk serious injury to save his opponent's life!