In Zhu Xian, people start to rise from plundering entries

It is no longer facing a small "opponent" trying to stir up trouble within it.

Su Han's burning soul, in the extreme predicament of being devoured, torn, and worn away by endless filth, completely reversed the ultimate meaning of its existence the moment it stepped into the Gate of Return to Nothingness.

He transformed from a struggling being into a coordinate leading to ultimate nothingness—a "singularity" rapidly heading towards complete annihilation.

As the [Chaos Claw], capable of annihilating all ages, was about to touch the core of the Ruins of Return with the force to tear apart everything, Su Han's last remaining fragment of will made a final "guidance" at the center of that frantically collapsing, infinitely dense, and silent black hole.

Silent, yet bursting forth with a light and flame that shook the very foundations of the universe!

That dark core, so deep it absorbed all light, collapsed to its limit the instant the Ancestral Demon's giant claw touched it—the very last moment its internal annihilation process was amplified by Su Han's will!

It was not an explosion, but rather a final self-negation of all the fundamental laws, energy essence, and even the most basic logical units that sustain its existence, all of which constituted its existence at the same moment.

At the end of the Ruins, it is no longer about devouring, but about the complete burning and evaporation of the meaning of one's own existence.

hum!
A pure, utterly pale white.

In an instant, that absolutely profound core origin point emitted a point of incomparably pure, incomparably sharp white radiance, carrying the essence of absolute "nothingness".

It pierced through the all-consuming darkness, like an absolutely cold arrow piercing through a thick fog of filth.

The arrow's body is the trajectory of the Ruins, and the arrowhead is Su Han's final will, ignited by sacrificing everything—that is the final swan song that condenses all collapse: [Arrow of Annihilation]!
This pale light flashed and disappeared in an instant, its speed exceeding the laws of time and space.

It ignored all the foul force fields on the Ancestral Demon's giant claw that were capable of distorting space and disintegrating matter. It was as if the law itself had descended as a spear of judgment, carrying the absolute will to end all clamor and return to eternal silence, and shot straight out.

direction?

The newly born Ancestral Demon of Annihilation, perched atop the star's core, has a pulsating focus at its heart, formed by the forceful condensation of billions of violent, greedy, and primal destructive desires of its corrupt will. This focus is like the heart of this massive source of pollution—it is the core hub through which all the power of this annihilating torrent flows toward the new passage!
The arrow was aimed right here!

puff!
A soft, muffled thud, like a scalding needle piercing rotten leather.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment. The cosmic string, which had been turning for billions of years, seemed to be held down by an invisible giant hand, unable to produce any sound.

The colossal body of the Ancestral Demon of Destruction, which occupied the entire star core space, suddenly stiffened, frozen in mid-air, maintaining its posture of about to strike with its claws. At the same moment, the countless greedy, gazing scarlet vertical pupils covering its body lost all their ferocious luster, and all the wildly spinning vortexes of filth abruptly stopped.

The surface of that enormous body was covered with boiling, writhing torrents of filth, constantly growing and breaking chaotic shells, cracks flowing with highly toxic slime, and countless fine tentacles tearing at space...

Everything came to a standstill, even the slightest particle tremor subsided.

Space was deathly silent, and time itself seemed like a frozen river, eerily still.

Only that faint, pale light—the arrowhead of the [Arrow of Annihilation]—was deeply embedded in the chaotic and filthy core of the Ancestral Demon's chest.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, nor any violent shockwave from the energy surge.

Some things are simply suffocating, absolute silence that feels like plunging into the deepest abyss.

Immediately afterwards——

"Click..."

A faint, yet chillingly clear, cracking sound rang out, like the echo of a glacier breaking apart.

The source was precisely where the pale arrowhead had pierced—the core of the Ancestral Demon's chest!

A tiny crack exploded instantly!

It did not spread along the patterns on the surface of the Ancestral Demon's body, but rather seemed to be directly imprinted on the fundamental laws that constituted the Ancestral Demon's existence.

The crack itself had an eerie, crystalline appearance, with sharp, knife-like edges, and was filled with a chilling, deathly white light, creating an indescribable and terrifying contrast with the surrounding churning, writhing filth.

And this is just the beginning. (End of Chapter)