The Imperial Souls Fall Silent, the Dragon Vein Endures

"Fellow teachers, please lend me your strength; I will deal with this demonic thought," Lin Yu said in a deep voice.

"Good!"

Without hesitation, the Celestial Heavenly Master immediately changed their formation, pouring most of their magical power into the Golden Light Array to form a solid barrier that trapped and restrained the demonic thoughts, giving Lin Yu an opportunity to strike.

Lin Yu then clasped his hands together, and then slowly opened them.

The Heaven-Reaching Talisman was quietly activated, connecting heaven and earth and reaching the ears of the heavens.

One by one, talismans appeared from his palm. These golden talismans, formed from spiritual power and innate Qi, surrounded him like golden stars.

He chanted mantras, his voice like the grandest of bells, each syllable resonating with the Great Dao:

"Heaven and earth, in their natural order, disperse all impurities... The mighty spirits of the eight directions, grant me naturalness... Within the cave, profound mystery, radiant primordial energy!"

He fused the supreme talismans of Divine Mantra of Calming the Mind, Divine Mantra of Purifying Heaven and Earth, and Golden Light Divine Mantra into one.

As if guided, the golden talismans transformed into streams of light, ignoring all obstacles, and directly entered the entangled dragon soul, precisely imprinting themselves on the scarlet runes!

The moment the golden talisman and the scarlet rune came into contact, they collided violently, as if encountering hot oil.

The demonic thought emitted a silent shriek, attempting to erode Lin Yu's divine sense through the talisman.

"Hmph, evil spirits and crooked paths, yet they dare to punish the wicked!" The patriarch standing to the side wouldn't give it that chance.

His hair and beard bristled, and he pointed out with his fingers. A bolt of lightning, extremely yang and powerful, shot out from his fingertips, striking the demonic thought that was trying to resist with pinpoint accuracy.

"Sizzle!"

The extremely yang and powerful lightning magic is the nemesis of this kind of yin and evil demonic thought. The demonic thought let out a shrill scream, twisted violently, and had no choice but to shrink back into the dragon soul's body, continuing to entangle with Lin Yu's golden talisman.

Originally, the patriarchs needed to find a way to deal with the dragon souls of the emperors before they could deal with the demonic thought. Now that it dared to come out on its own, it was nothing more than an ant in front of so many Immortal Dao masters.

With the restraint of Lin Yu's talisman power, the dragon souls of these emperors were no longer rampaging, greatly reducing the pressure on the celestial Heavenly Master, who could then join forces to use other methods.

With one side gaining and the other losing, the situation reversed instantly.

The Heavenly Master Dragon Tiger Mountain took the lead, his sleeves unfurling to reveal a golden Yangping Zhidu Gong Seal soaring into the air. The two characters "Zhan Xie" (Slay Evil) at the bottom of the seal shone brightly, radiating a vast and righteous aura that governs all laws, like a blazing sun hanging in the sky, further suppressing demonic thoughts.

"Fellow Daoists, follow me to set up the Nine Heavens Demon-Sweeping Lightning Formation!" The Grand Heavenly Master of Maoshan's voice boomed like a bell.

In an instant, thunder rumbled faintly within the small world of the underground palace.

Each of the esteemed masters took their positions, their fingers moving in various hand gestures, while they chanted the Thunder Mantra.

Brilliant bolts of lightning erupted from their fingertips and magical artifacts, weaving in mid-air into a vast net of thunder that covered the entire small world.

"Imperial Edict!"

As the Celestial Heavenly Master issued their orders in unison, the Thunder Net suddenly contracted, and endless, supremely yang and powerful destructive energy poured into the bodies of the various Emperor Souls like a thunder pool from the heavens.

This is not a single lightning technique, but a combined attack from various lightning formations, its power far beyond what can be simply combined.

"Ah--!"

The demonic thoughts within the dragon soul let out a desperate wail.

With a golden array blocking its path from the outside and Lin Yu's talismans constantly eroding its foundation like a malignant tumor from within, it is now being attacked by a thunder array that gathers the world's top power. It can no longer hold on.

Those exceptionally resilient crimson runes rapidly crumbled under the overwhelming divine might.

That wisp of demonic thought struggled left and right, but it had reached a dead end. Finally, with an extremely unwilling and venomous scream, it was completely pierced and annihilated by thousands of lightning bolts, turning into nothingness.

With the demonic thoughts removed, the last trace of filth that had entangled the Emperor's soul also dissipated.

The dragon souls of the emperors have fully regained their clarity, but as vessels of demonic thoughts, they have also suffered irreversible damage.

The once solid and lifelike figure has now become as ethereal as wisps of smoke, as if it might dissipate in the wind at any moment.

Strangely, after the pollution of demonic thoughts was removed, the dragon aura emanating from them became purer and more vast than ever before. It was a righteous and majestic aura that had shed personal will and the imprint of the times and returned to its origin.

Like mountains and rivers, they silently proclaim the past glory and profound history of this land.

Their deep and peaceful gazes slowly swept over every cultivator present who was striving to save the world, with a hint of relief and entrustment, before they nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

The next moment, these phantom images of dragon souls, which carried countless histories and fortunes, seemed to have completed their final mission and slowly dissipated into the world without a trace.

Inside the underground palace, silence fell for a moment.

Only the formation flickered beneath their feet, foreshadowing that if it wasn't broken, it would likely give rise to a demonic thought a thousand years later.

The Heavenly Master of Dragon Tiger Mountain gazed in the direction where the dragon soul had dissipated, stroked his beard, and sighed deeply, his voice tinged with complexity and regret. "The Emperor's soul has returned to silence; though the dragon vein remains, its spirit has departed."

"From this day forward, it is feared that there will never again be a true dragon emperor in this world who can inherit the mandate of heaven and unite the nation's destiny."

This means that the old model of rule, which relied on personal destiny and the fortune of the dynasty, will become a thing of the past.

Upon hearing this, the Grand Heavenly Master of Maoshan laughed heartily, then took over the conversation with a resounding voice, full of certainty about the future. "The old dragon has passed away, a new chapter must be established!"

"The Emperor's soul dispersed across heaven and earth, returning the long-suppressed dragon energy and national destiny to all people. The foundation of the dragon vein remains, the mountains and rivers stand as before. How could the prosperity of our Dragon Nation depend on one person? It should be forged by the hearts of hundreds of millions of people, by the brilliant flame of civilization!"

His words, like the resounding toll of a bell, echoed in the hearts of every cultivator, dispelling the lingering melancholy brought about by the dissipation of the Emperor's soul.

Then everyone's gaze fell on the array beneath their feet, which was still in operation. Although the demonic thoughts had been eliminated, the array was still running.

"This formation has been intertwined with the earth's veins for a long time. If we forcibly remove it, it may damage the foundation." An elder from Mount Qingcheng, who was skilled in formations, frowned and said in a deep voice, pointing out the difficulty.

Just as everyone was pondering a way to break the formation, Lin Yu stepped out once again.

"My lords, leave this formation to me." His voice was calm, yet confident.

Lin Yu did not form hand seals or cast spells. Instead, he slowly closed his eyes, his mind completely calming down, as if sensing every energy pulse of the array beneath his feet, sensing the breath of the earth's veins, and sensing the rhythm of this world.

A moment later, he suddenly opened his eyes, and a fleeting image of mountains and rivers, a painting of heaven and earth, flashed in his vision.

In an instant, an invisible wave spread out from Lin Yu.

"Supernatural Powers: Transform Heaven and Earth"

Lin Yu's steps were profound, and with each step, a corresponding rune lit up in the void, connecting the earth's veins and drawing upon the celestial power.

They began to forcibly overwrite and tamper with the laws of nature and the operational logic of the formations in this place.

"This... this is?!" An elder from the Lingbao Sect of Gezao Mountain stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief.

"How can such methods of stirring up the universe and defining the laws be so similar to the legendary Fenghou Qimen?"