Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

Splash!
The shattered remains of the skeleton scattered across the ground in an instant, and the remaining source of annihilation was completely evaporated in the afterglow of the purifying sword light, leaving not even a trace of ash behind.

At the edge of the desolate, damp forest, there was a deathly silence.

Those Darkborn powerhouses who had just been promoted to the rank of Sha were originally full of arrogance and boiling with killing intent, but now it was as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over them from head to toe.

They all stopped charging forward, their eerie green flames flickering wildly in their eyes, but they dared not take another step forward.

One sword.

Just one sword strike!
The First Death Demon skeleton, which they considered unapproachable and invincible, couldn't even withstand a single sword strike!
The strength of those spirit guards is simply terrifying.

"Tsk."

In the dead silence, the Lord of the Abyss, surrounded by a group of Fiends, let out a faint, cryptic click of his tongue, a crimson light flashing beneath his wide hood.

There was no trace of regret in that voice; instead, it sounded more like mockery and ridicule.

"What a pity. I thought that no matter how bad he was, he should have been able to withstand one or two moves. After all, he is Lingyuan. Even with his divine energy depleted and the opening of the Gate of Life consuming a lot of energy, he still has almost invincible power within Lingyuan."

He seemed to be talking to himself, or perhaps explaining to the sword-wielding spirit guard.

"But it's all good, it saves me the trouble of cleaning up the mess myself. A self-righteous and disobedient pawn is always a nuisance. Now that you've gotten rid of it, it's much cleaner."

Clearly, although he had been saying he would forgive the skeleton, he had let bygones be bygones for his previous disobedience.

But in reality, from the moment he sent the Twelve Fiends to find Ling Feng, the fate of the skeleton was sealed.

However, until the very last moment, he was still using the skeleton to squeeze out the last bit of remaining value.

Even at the moment of its death, the skeleton probably still thought that it had followed Lord Mingyuan for so long that it had developed some master-servant feelings.

Little did he know that his lord was far more ruthless and heartless than he had imagined.

"The Abyss!"

The sword-wielding spirit guard commander was surrounded by pure white light, like burning holy flames. His light sword pointed diagonally at the ground, and the tip of the sword still flowed with the residual purifying power after purifying the bones.

Its face, composed of white light, could not make any expression, but its two eyes, like blazing white flames, coldly "stared" at the Lord of the Abyss, as if trying to pierce through the black robe that devoured all light and look directly at its origin.

A vast spiritual pressure swept out from the Spirit Abyss, impacting the entire Nether Bone Damp Forest.

“I don’t care whether you clean house or whether you use others to do your dirty work. Now, take your filthy Darkborn and leave the Spirit Abyss immediately. This place is not for you to set foot in. Otherwise, the fate of the skeletons will serve as a warning to you.”

The sound was not loud, but it was like the decree of an ancient god, carrying the blessing of Lingyuan's will, echoing in every inch of space.

The remaining spirit guards took a step forward in unison, their pure white light forming a barrier of light, and a chilling aura soared into the sky.

However, faced with this blatant threat and the intimidating presence of the recently fallen skeleton, Lord Mingyuan burst into laughter.

"Hahaha... Withdraw? Lingyuan, if you still had your former power, how could you have let me leave so easily?"

He slowly raised a hand shrouded in dark demonic energy, gently stroking his chin. "Now that I've come, I naturally have no intention of leaving empty-handed. As for the fate of the skeleton..."

He paused, his crimson gaze sweeping over the slightly agitated army of demons below, stirred by the imposing presence of the sword-wielding spirit guards. His voice suddenly turned cold, carrying an indifferent disdain for all living beings: "To die in order to test your true state is his last and only honor."

The moment the words fell, the aura of annihilation around the Lord of the Abyss, which was as calm as an abyss, suddenly erupted!

boom!!!!

Like a world-destroying beast that has been dormant for countless ages, it has been completely awakened. Boundless dark purple evil energy, centered on it, has transformed into a terrifying evil energy tornado that stretches from the sky to the earth, frantically tearing apart the remaining pure spiritual energy and the breath of creation in the Spirit Abyss space!
Wherever the annihilating evil energy passed, the crystal-clear ground cracked rapidly, the light bands floating in the air were brutally shredded, and even the pure white light on the surface of the remaining spirit guardians flickered uncertainly under the erosion of the evil energy!
This aura was far stronger, more domineering, and more malevolent than the previous skeletons, even—

It rivals the annihilated rulers that Ling Feng suppressed and sealed beneath the void of the Eternal Ruins!

"I will also give you two choices."

The Lord of the Abyss stepped on a tornado of malevolent energy and slowly rose to the same height as the sword-wielding spirit guard. Between the two, pure white and dark purple, vitality and death, purification and annihilation formed two distinct yet fiercely opposing skies.

With his crimson gaze fixed on the sword-wielding spirit guard, the Lord of the Abyss's voice, like a chilling wind from the depths of hell, came through clearly, word by word.

"Surrender! Or—"

He paused slightly, and the murderous aura around him suddenly subsided and collapsed, finally condensing on his slowly raised right fist.

Buzz!
The void suddenly shattered, and the annihilating power condensed on the fist caused the entire Spirit Abyss space to tremble violently.

"die!"

boom!
The moment the word "death" was uttered, the raging power of the Deathly Aura instantly twisted into tens of thousands of ferocious beasts, hovering above the Spirit Abyss and unleashing terrifying roars that shook the heavens.

The sword-wielding spirit guard commander silently "watched" the Lord of the Abyss, the pure white holy flames around him burning even more intensely, the light sword in his hand emitting a clear and melodious ringing sound, and countless mysterious runes flickering on the blade.

He did not answer the Lord of the Abyss's words, but slowly raised the light sword, the tip of which pointed directly at the Lord of the Abyss.

This action says it all.

"I had anticipated this."

Mingyuan smiled coldly, a chilling sneer flashing in his crimson eyes. "Come on, Lingyuan, I have been defeated by you several times. Today is the day to settle things! Kill!"

The moment the last word "kill" was uttered—

Boom!

The pure white sword light and the dark purple demonic fist collided in an instant!
In an instant, space, light, sound, everything was instantly annihilated into the most primordial chaos!
Only a single, visible ring of destructive ripples, a mixture of pure white and dark purple, spread wildly in all directions at an incredibly exaggerated speed!
Wherever the ripples passed, the solid crystal ground of Lingyuan collapsed and shattered like a sandcastle!
The remaining dozens of spirit guards flashed with intense light as they groaned and retreated. Some of the weaker spirit guards even developed cracks on their bodies!
The Fiend army behind them was thrown into chaos by the aftershocks of the collision, with men and horses staggering and their formations thrown into disarray!

Even in just one tentative exchange, its power was already terrifying!
The figure of the sword-wielding spirit guard commander swayed slightly in the air, and the pure white light on his body dimmed noticeably.

Meanwhile, the figure of the Lord of the Abyss, shrouded in a black robe, remained as steady as a mountain, a hint of understanding flashing in his scarlet eyes.

"As expected... it seems that after opening the 'Gate of Creation,' the divine power you can draw upon is now negligible. Lingyuan, your time is running out."

"That's enough to kill you!"

The sword-wielding spirit guard's mental fluctuations revealed a resolute determination. With a tremor of his lightsaber, he took the initiative to launch an attack!
In an instant, thousands of purifying sword lights surged like a reversed galaxy, filling the heavens and earth. Each one contained the supreme law of purification, extermination of evil, and judgment of life and death, and they rushed towards the Lord of the Abyss to kill him!

"Well done! Let me see how much of your primordial power remains in your dying will!"

Lord Mingyuan laughed loudly, said no more, raised his right hand, and pressed it down in the direction of the sword-wielding spirit guard!
Boom!!!

The colossal black mist hand, obscuring the sky, descended from the heavens like a meteor from the ninth heaven, fiercely suppressing the direction of the sword-wielding spirit guard commander!

Before the giant hand even arrived, the terrifying pressure had already shattered the Lingyuan land inch by inch. Countless tiny pebbles were shaken into the air and then crushed into dust in the next moment.

The heavens shattered, the laws of nature mourned, and the entire world trembled under the power of this single palm strike!

The sword-wielding spirit guard commander looked up at the giant black mist palm that was pressing down, and a resolute look flashed in his pure white, flame-like eyes.

He gripped the hilt with both hands, and the remaining power in his body was poured into the lightsaber as if burning. The blade suddenly burst out with an unprecedented blazing white light, like a blazing sun rising in the darkness.

"Spirit Guards, heed my command! Fight!"

He let out a low shout, and his figure suddenly soared into the sky.

The dozens of spirit guards behind him responded in unison, transforming into dozens of pure white streaks of light that followed closely behind, heading towards the colossal black mist palm that blotted out the sky.

……

Meanwhile, inside the Gate of Creation. Ling Feng was shoved through the stone gate by the sword-wielding spirit guard. He had barely regained his footing and, without even taking in his surroundings, abruptly turned around.

But all they saw were the two heavy stone doors, which were slamming shut.

Through the increasingly narrow crack in the door, he saw the figure of the sword-wielding spirit guard commander soaring into the sky, saw the massive black mist hand descending from the heavens, and saw dozens of spirit guards following closely behind like moths to a flame.

Just then, with a loud bang, the stone door slammed shut.

Two worlds, completely separated.

"senior!"

Ling Feng slammed his fist into the cold stone door, his knuckles throbbing with excruciating pain, but the stone door remained unmoved.

He was panting heavily, his mind in turmoil.

Lord Mingyuan personally led his army to attack Lingyuan. The commander of the sword-wielding spirit guards, in order to cover his own entry into the Gate of Creation, was leading the remaining spirit guards in a desperate battle against Lord Mingyuan.

But he was trapped behind this stone door, unable to do anything.

Ling Feng took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

He slowly turned around, leaning against the cold stone door, his gaze sweeping forward.

What we can do now is to pass the test left by the God of Creation as soon as possible and obtain the remaining breath of the God of Creation in the Spirit Abyss.

If he succeeds, there might still be a chance to stop Lord Mingyuan and save those spirit guards.

But if he fails...

Do not!
I absolutely cannot fail!
Ling Feng gripped the Ten Directions Annihilation Technique and strode forward.

Only then did he get a clear look at his surroundings.

This is a boundless space, with a thin white mist beneath your feet. Stepping on it feels like walking on clouds, neither solid nor floating.

There was no sky above, only a deep, grayish-white chaos, infinitely high and infinitely empty.

All around, there was a fog.

The fog wasn't thick, but it possessed a strange, concealing power. Even with Ling Feng's eyesight, he could only see a hundred paces away.

Further away, everything was shrouded in mist, and nothing could be seen clearly.

Ling Feng tried flying at full speed in one direction, but after flying for an unknown amount of time, the surrounding scenery remained unchanged. The same fog, the same ground, the same chaotic sky.

It's like standing still.

He also tried to accelerate with the power of the Wheel of Time, to tear open the mist with the power of Annihilation, and even to try to devour the mist with the source of chaos.

All of it is useless.

This space seemed to have no end and no rules to follow.

"What kind of hell is this place?"

Ling Feng stopped in his tracks, his brows furrowed.

After entering the Gate of Creation, he thought he would face some kind of trial, such as a powerful guardian or a test of some kind of law.

But there was nothing here, only endless fog.

The battle outside is still raging, while he himself has made absolutely no progress.

Damn it!

Ling Feng clenched his fists tightly, his impatience growing stronger.

How can we possibly escape this damn fog?!
What exactly should I do?!
……

I don't know how much time has passed.

In this mist, time seems to lose its meaning.

Ling Feng began to break down.

He had no idea how long he had been walking in the fog, or how much time had passed outside.

Perhaps the sword-wielding spirit guard has already been slain by the Lord of the Abyss, perhaps...

He dared not think any further.

He has come this far without fear of any hardship or obstacle.

But now, there's nothing he can do.

At that moment, the wisp of divine creation energy within Ling Feng's body trembled slightly.

"This is!"

Ling Feng's spirits lifted immediately. Had this wisp of divine power finally "awakened"?
Without the slightest hesitation, Ling Feng immediately followed the direction indicated by the Creator God's breath and flew away.

This time, the surrounding fog finally began to change.

As if they were alive, they automatically moved aside to the sides as Ling Feng passed by, and then slowly closed up behind him.

The deeper you go, the thinner the fog becomes.

Finally, after passing through the last thin layer of mist, Ling Feng's vision suddenly opened up.

The fog has dissipated.

What appeared before him was a strange nebula.

Countless stars drifted slowly through the void like fireflies, each emitting a faint golden light.

The lights intertwined, forming a dreamlike sea of ​​stars.

In the very center of the starry sea, Ling Feng saw a blurry shadow.

It was a human figure.

He stood silently in the depths of the starry sea, his back to Ling Feng. His figure was tall and slender, his robes fluttering gently in the windless void. A faint layer of chaotic light enveloped him, making him difficult to see clearly.

But Ling Feng's pupils suddenly contracted the moment he saw that figure.

That silhouette...

He's seen it!
That was the figure I saw in a fleeting glimpse of his back when I obtained the Creation God's Breath in the Myriad Manifestations Tower, within a fragmented consciousness!

dong dong!

In an instant, Ling Feng's heart began to pound violently.

Could this be the greatest secret hidden within the Spirit Abyss that Soul Cry spoke of—the lingering will of the Creator God? (End of Chapter)