Staying in the sect, controlling beasts and cultivating immortals

The deep roar of the Chaos Tortoise echoed across the wasteland, carrying the weight of the primordial world and the majesty of the earth's authority. On its dark golden shell, mysterious patterns flowed as if alive, stirring the silent metallic earth beneath its feet. A turbid, foul aura surged forth like a tide, but was firmly blocked by a semi-circular barrier rising from the tortoise shell.

The barrier was dark yellow in color, as thick as a mountain, with tiny chaotic air currents swirling on its surface, silently annihilating the constantly impacting foul energy, leaving only a hissing sound of corrosion.

Within the barrier lies a completely different world.

Wang Cheng stood at the edge of the barrier, his body radiating a scorching red light, his blood and qi glowing like a red-hot iron. His bare upper body was muscular and sinewy, with veins coiling like dragons and snakes, and with each breath he drew upon the rich, primordial metal elemental energy around him.

The shattered fragments of the greatsword lay scattered on the ground, but the golden energy, as if drawn by an invisible force, transformed into fine golden streams that surged wildly into every pore of his skin.

Between the opening and closing of his pores, a faint tiger's roar could be heard, while from deep within his bones came a deep, muffled dragon's cry, as profound as the earth itself.

"Roar!" An uncontrollable roar exploded from Wang Cheng's chest. He suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils glowing with golden light, carrying a domineering will of destruction and rebirth.

A powerful aura, far surpassing that of the late-stage Nascent Soul realm, erupted like a volcano awakening, shaking the hard metal ground beneath their feet and causing spiderweb-like cracks to appear.

The invincible body of the peak of the Nascent Soul stage is beginning to take shape!
The drop of Chaos Origin Liquid that Yu Changsheng threw at him was crystal clear and contained the primordial power of the creation of chaos. He swallowed it without hesitation.

As the source liquid entered his body, it instantly transformed into a torrent, drawing upon the surging, boiling power of Wang Cheng's domineering blood. He spread his arms wide, embracing a mountain, and his aura surged skyward like billowing smoke, forming a scorching, crimson-gold aura domain within the barrier.

The primordial golden energy and destructive energy were frantically devoured, crushed, and refined by this energy domain, merging into his newly formed domineering bones.

Each tempering is accompanied by the roar of tigers and the cry of dragons, with muscles and bones resonating and aura rising steadily, moving towards the ultimate form of the Overlord Body.

On the other side, Chen Xueqing sat cross-legged like a tranquil ancient lotus. The "tender bud of the ancient tree of life" given to her by Yu Changsheng floated in front of her brow, radiating a soft and ancient emerald glow. Strands of pure life essence seeped into her soul and body like spring rain.

Her face appeared even more sacred in the halo, and the life force surrounding her underwent a subtle and profound transformation.

The vibrant green light gradually took on a deep, restrained dark gold hue, like heavy ears of wheat in autumn, carrying the dual meanings of abundance and end.

The protection of thorns and the judgment of decay, two laws intertwine and merge at her fingertips.

Emerald green thorn vines grow from the void, their tips gleaming with a dark golden light. The runes flowing on the surface of the vines are no longer simply for protection, but also carry the majesty of judgment and deprivation.

She touched the threshold where life and death intertwine. Her aura was as deep as an ancient well. Nourished by the tender buds, her soul not only recovered but was also propelled to a new height. She was only a thin layer of paper away from the peak of the Divine Transformation realm, and it could be pierced at any moment by the fused power of life's judgment.

At the center of the barrier, Yu Changsheng's aura was the most concentrated and the most dangerous. The tainted source core hovered between his palms, no bigger than a fist, yet it resembled a miniature, ever-beating black heart.

Its surface is covered with twisted dark purple patterns, constantly emitting a nauseating stench of decay and a viscous, almost tangible, cursed black mist.

As soon as these corrupt forces dissipated, they were silently devoured and annihilated by the chaotic source power that automatically circulated around Yu Changsheng.

His mind was completely absorbed in his consciousness.

At the center of the vortex constructed by the chaotic source power, the phantom of the Guixu Sword floated silently, its blade flowing with a mysterious chaotic halo.

When the power of the tainted source core was forcibly stripped away, transforming into a viscous, cold, and endlessly malicious black torrent that crashed into the sea of ​​consciousness, the phantom of the Guixu Sword suddenly emitted a low hum.

"town!"

Yu Changsheng's thoughts in his sea of ​​consciousness were like the laws of heaven.

The chaotic vortex spun wildly, and the illusory image of the Guixu Sword shone brightly, transforming into a bottomless miniature black hole that unleashed terrifying devouring power.

The filthy torrent, like a tidal wave crashing against a reef, was forcibly torn apart, shattered, and dragged into the black abyss of nothingness.

Decompose! Annihilate! Refine!

The endless resentment, hatred, and corrupt will contained within the filthy origin, like billions of cold, poisonous thorns, frantically assaulted Yu Changsheng's soul barrier, attempting to drag him into eternal madness.

Pain surged like a tidal wave, as if the soul was repeatedly forged in a furnace and then frozen solid in an ice cave.

His body trembled slightly within the barrier, the chaotic spiritual light on his body surface fluctuated violently, and wisps of pale golden blood slowly seeped out from his seven orifices, which was the external manifestation of his divine sense enduring a tremendous impact.

However, Yu Changsheng's eyes remained as still as an ancient, icy pool.

He activated the supreme method of the "Ten Thousand Beasts Heavenly Scripture," and his soul remained as firm as a rock, unmoved by the impact of the filthy will.

He pushed the characteristics of the Guixu Sword to their limit. Every wisp of the filthy origin that was devoured was forcibly dismantled into the most primitive energy particles in the chaotic vortex. The original Dao traces related to "decay", "devouring" and "pollution" were stripped out, like dismantled intricate talismans, swirling and flashing around the phantom of the Guixu Sword, and then were brutally imprinted, devoured and analyzed by the chaotic runes flowing on the sword.

The divine sense of a Void Refinement Realm cultivator is like a finely crafted net, capturing the most subtle rhythms of these impure origins. Impurity is not simply destruction.

In the process of devouring life, polluting all things, and distorting the laws, it itself forms a distorted, dark, and almost instinctive "order".

This is a reverse "life," an "existence" built upon utter decay.

Yu Changsheng was completely absorbed in it, as if he were salvaging a sunken ship in an endless abyss. It was extremely dangerous, but it also contained the only way to uncover the secrets of the core of the filth.

During this extremely dangerous analysis process, a sudden change occurred!

The moment the purest Dao trace, containing the dark shadow of the "devouring" law at its core of filth, was completely disintegrated by the Returning Void Sword, a single, extremely ancient, and dim golden light suddenly shone from the core of the chaotic vortex deep within the sea of ​​consciousness. It was like illuminating a faint star in boundless darkness.

The golden light stretched and outlined rapidly, eventually condensing into a strange, incomplete pattern within Yu Changsheng's vast sea of ​​consciousness. The pattern's strokes were twisted and distorted, resembling the coiling of dragons and snakes, or the trajectory of stars.

The moment the pattern appeared, an indescribable vastness, weight, and primordial Daoist aura, seemingly originating from the beginning of chaos, permeated the air, instantly overwhelming all the negative impacts brought by the tainted source core. The illusory image of the Guixu Sword emitted an unprecedented joyful cry, and the chaotic runes flowing on its body began to actively imitate and approach the incomplete divine pattern, attempting to imprint it onto the sword.

"This is..." Yu Changsheng was shocked. Even with his cultivation at the Refining Void Realm, he could not understand the composition and meaning of this divine rune. He could only sense its supreme status, which was faintly in harmony with the power of Chaos Returning to Nothingness, yet it seemed to carry a more ancient and primordial mystery.

It's like a broken coordinate, pointing to a chaotic and unknown source.

Rumble——!
Just as Yu Changsheng's mind was firmly attracted by this suddenly appearing ancient chaotic divine pattern, outside the Xuanhuang barrier that isolated everything, the entire core area of ​​the Burial God Ruins emitted a mournful cry of destruction!
In the sky, the slowly rotating dark purple vortex of filth, like the eye of a primordial beast that had been completely enraged, suddenly collapsed inward! Immediately afterwards, a destructive energy a hundred times more terrifying than the previous self-destruction of the Abyss Hunter erupted from the vortex like the Big Bang at the beginning of the universe!
The dark purple torrent of filth was no longer in the form of mist or tentacles, but had completely solidified and manifested!
Millions! Tens of millions! Endless! A torrent of demonic soldiers, formed from the purest source of filth, poured down from the collapsing sky!

Their forms are twisted and ferocious. Some resemble giant ants, spewing out corrosive poisonous smoke with the opening and closing of their mouthparts; others resemble giant scorpions, their tail hooks flashing with a ghostly light that pierces the soul; and still others are enormous, filthy behemoths as large as mountains, pieced together from countless skeletons and filthy slime, each step they take causing the metal wasteland to crack and collapse.

Their eye sockets, chest cavities, and deep within their gaping maws burned the same dark purple flame—the will of the source of filth, cold, greedy, and filled with hatred and a desire to devour all life.

A filthy tide of demonic soldiers instantly engulfed everything in sight. Metal debris was corroded into black mud, and the earth sank into ruin amidst wails.

The terrifying, filthy will, like billions of invisible needles, pierced through the Xuan Turtle's barrier and stabbed fiercely into the souls of Wang Cheng and Chen Xueqing, causing them to groan, their faces turning deathly pale, and their blood and vitality suddenly stagnating.

Even the Chaos Tortoise let out an uneasy growl. Its thick shell barrier trembled violently under the tidal wave of impact, its surface sizzling as it was corroded, and its mystical light dimmed noticeably.

"Ha...ha...ants...return to nothingness...devour..."

Billions of demonic soldiers roared and howled, their chaotic syllables converging into a filthy, maddening cacophony that engulfed the heavens and earth.

A giant claw, formed from the fusion of hundreds of Nascent Soul level corpses, wrapped in viscous cursed black mud and carrying terrifying power capable of shattering stars, first tore through the weak point at the edge of the Xuan Turtle Barrier and slammed down towards the three tiny figures radiating pure vitality at the center of the barrier!
Before the claws even arrived, the stench of decay and the corrosive power of the filth that reached their very core made Wang Cheng and Chen Xueqing feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave. Their protective spiritual light trembled violently and was almost forcibly extinguished!

"Longevity!" Wang Cheng's eyes were bloodshot. Ignoring the lingering effects of his recent breakthrough, he forcefully summoned the boiling blood within his body, his muscles bulging like rocks, ready to unleash his life-or-death technique, "Ninefold Collapse," once again.

The power of life judgment instantly condensed at Chen Xueqing's fingertips, and thorny vines grew wildly, preparing to meet the destructive strike.

Just as the filthy giant claw obscured everything, and the shadow of death was about to engulf the three of them—

At the center of the barrier, the figure who had been enduring the impact of the tainted source core and comprehending the chaotic divine runes with eyes closed finally moved.

Yu Changsheng slowly raised his head and opened his eyes.

In his eyes, there was no solemnity in the face of a raging torrent, no fear of being on the verge of despair, only a profound and unsettling tranquility.

Beneath that calm lay the absolute confidence of a Void Refinement Realm expert who controlled the laws and looked down upon all living beings, as well as a trace of... icy coldness from being thoroughly enraged.

He didn't even raise his sword; his gaze merely swept indifferently over the torrent of filthy demonic soldiers pouring down from the sky, over the colossal, filthy claws that tore through the barrier and slammed down. His calm voice, carrying a strange penetrating power, rang out clearly amidst the deafening tidal wave of demonic sounds, like a decree proclaiming the laws of nature:

"Noisy."

"This mere filth dares to call itself 'tide'?"

The moment the words fell, an invisible, terrifying will that dominated the battlefield erupted from Yu Changsheng!
Om-!
On his back, the chaotic mark was like the ignited core of the universe, bursting out with an unprecedentedly intense light!
The light was no longer the hazy gray of chaos, but rather a fusion of the inclusiveness of chaos, the annihilation of the void, and a trace of supreme, boundless golden intent brought by the ancient chaotic divine rune that had just emerged!

The light instantly spread, transforming into a strange field that covered an area of ​​a thousand feet in radius!

Within the domain, time seemed to stretch out, and the filthy demon soldiers' charge became incredibly sluggish; space was like solidified crystal, and the flow of filthy energy became extremely difficult.

Even more terrifying is that the omnipresent corrupt laws, once they enter this domain, are like ice and snow meeting a red-hot iron, emitting a sizzling, ear-piercing wail, forcibly decomposed, stripped away, and ultimately returned to complete annihilation and nothingness by an invisible force!

The Realm of Return to the Void—Expand!

Under the divine domain, the filthy giant claw that slammed down slowed down a hundredfold, as if it had sunk into an endless swamp. The cursed black mud and filthy energy wrapped around the claw dissipated and annihilated at a speed visible to the naked eye!
"kill!"

Wang Cheng was the first to react, and the ecstasy of escaping from a desperate situation transformed into an overwhelming fighting spirit.

He stopped defending, abandoned all fancy moves, and pushed the power of his newly stabilized peak Nascent Soul Body to its limit. His whole body was like a burning meteor, with an indomitable and tragic momentum, as he crashed into the giant claw that had been weakened by the Divine Realm!

"Overlord Blood - Shattering Star Strike!"

Boom!

A deafening crash resounded.

There was no spectacular explosion of energy clashes, only the purest and most extreme physical power colliding with the savage filth of decay!

Wang Cheng's body was deeply embedded in the filthy bone crevices of the giant claw, and the crimson-gold domineering blood light flowed across his body like lava, frantically burning and purifying the filth.

A sickening cracking sound came from the giant claw. Large chunks of contaminated bones and slime were shattered and annihilated by the combined impact of Wang Cheng's impact and the dissolving effect of the divine domain!
"Judgment—The Punishment of Thorns!" Chen Xueqing's cold voice followed immediately.

She formed a hand seal, and the Life Gem floated above her head, radiating a brilliant light that intertwined emerald green and dark gold.

Within the domain, countless thorny vines, wreathed in dark gold, burst forth from the earth. They were no longer mere restraints, but rather, imbued with the will of judgment and deprivation, frantically binding the giant claw and the demonic soldiers surging from the vicinity.

Wherever the thorns passed, the "life force" (distorted filth activity) within the filthy demonic soldiers was forcibly extracted and withered, and their hard filthy shells shattered like rotten wood under the dark gold sharpness!

Her aura was constantly refined and sublimated during the battle. Under the pressure of the life-or-death struggle, the thin veil of the peak of the Nascent Soul stage was finally pierced! A powerful aura that combined boundless life force with cold judgment soared into the sky!

Yu Changsheng stood in the center of the divine realm, the Guixu Sword having quietly appeared in his hand at some point.

The sword's blade was ancient and simple, flowing with a gray light reminiscent of chaotic void, yet within it, the faint phantom of a fragmented ancient divine rune flickered.

Instead of immediately attacking the giant claw that was entangled by Wang and Chen, he turned his gaze to the outside of the divine realm, to the terrifying torrent composed of millions of corrupt demonic soldiers that seemed capable of engulfing the world.

His gaze was like that of a high and mighty god looking down upon a swarm of ants.

“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.”

Yu Changsheng spoke softly, and with the Guixu Sword in his hand, he seemingly casually slashed at the boundless torrent of filth.

A hazy, gray sword light, as thin as a spider's thread, silently flew out from the tip of the sword. (End of Chapter)