Walking alone with a sword, slaying ghosts and gods

Chapter 497 The Setting Sun Drinks in Regret, the Desolate Stars are Silent, and the Mysterious Realm Reawakens After All Tribulations (Seeking Rewards and Subscriptions!)

The wind and thunder gradually subsided, the clouds ceased their surge, and stardust floated in the embers of the gradually collapsing world.

Kong Ji Dao Ren stood at the edge of the chaotic torrent of this world, his robe tattered, and several deep sword wounds on his body still oozing blood.

The Purple Gang Profound Fiend Thunder Light Sword Technique and the Hundred Poisons Heavenly Filth Divine Light Sword Technique are both the most ferocious sword techniques in the mortal realm. With the power of the Fifteenth Realm of Profound Heaven, once struck by their swords, recovery is not so easy.

"You won't kill me?" The old Taoist's voice was like metal scraping against the void. After a long while, he spoke again:
“Indeed… Compared to my frail body, Saint Sun is the one you should truly fear. The Ten-Day God-Splitting Curse is exquisite and divine, splitting the soul ten times… If we allow him to escape today, and he finds a nest in a star field to heal his vital energy and rebuild his foundation, no matter how powerful you are, I'm afraid you will never have the chance to eliminate him completely.”

Besides the Chaotic Starfield and the other seven starfields, there are boundless and vast worlds in the universe, but they are too far away from other starfields, so even Nascent Soul cultivators would not easily venture far away.

Furthermore, with the Ten-Sun Divine Splitting Curse splitting into ten, and once Sheng Yang's injuries have slightly recovered, he can unleash his great magic and escape in ten directions, making him truly unkillable by anyone.

From then on, it was like a fishbone stuck in my throat, impossible to get rid of.

The Ten-Sun Divine Splitter Curse cannot be more profound and mysterious than the Innate Five-Colored Divine Light, but at the current level, its survivability is indeed superior to the divine light.

"Whether to fight or make peace is up to you, fellow Daoist. Also, I may tell you that your daughter has not perished, but I'm afraid she will never escape my grasp in this lifetime."

Lu Cheng's words extinguished the last shred of fighting spirit in Kong Ji Dao Ren.

When one is ambitious and full of vigor, one is naturally decisive and ruthless. But at this moment, in this situation, even Kong Ji's mind couldn't help but become more gentle.

His gaze swept across this world of Yin and Yang, now reduced to a broken space where all things circulate, his expression a complex mix of emotions, as if he were staring at his own long yet soon-to-end era.

The supreme demon god's state of mind, built up over 100,000 years of cultivation, was ultimately cleaved in irreparable by Lu Cheng's Tongxuan Sword, a sword that could shatter all laws with a single strike.

Not only Sheng Yang, but he was the same.

With their fighting spirit extinguished, the tide turned against them.

Then, Kong Ji stopped looking at Lu Cheng, took a step forward, and his figure transformed into a dim five-colored rainbow, smashing through the barrier of the Qiankun World. He put away his Five-Colored Divine Palace, his natal magic treasure which was also greatly damaged, and plunged straight into the deeper and more chaotic star field, never to look back.

Lu Cheng let him leave without even glancing at him. It wasn't that he didn't want to keep Kong Ji; Sheng Yang and Kong Ji were both his lifelong enemies.

However, the life-or-death battle just now almost depleted all his accumulated resources. His seventh-grade high-quality Daoist robe was completely shattered into dust, and the power of several ancient true bloods that he had fused into his body was almost exhausted.

Once the Xuan Tian Divine Skill drops below the tenth level, the Purple Gang Profound Fiend Thunder Light Sword Technique and the Hundred Poisons Heavenly Filth Divine Light Sword Technique will have huge flaws, greatly reducing one's combat power.

Eighth-tier Void Returning Talismans are not easy to obtain even for an external avatar in the upper realm. During this period of effort, only four have been collected. Three have already been used, and the remaining one is for returning to the Earthly Immortal Realm.

Although Kong Ji was injured at this time, he was still a centipede. If he was forced into a desperate situation and detonated the remaining source in the Five Elements Divine Palace to fight to the death with him, the price would be something that Lu Cheng was not willing to bear.

Furthermore, Kong Ji did not ask Lu Cheng to release Kong Yan. This Taoist knew in his heart that the bloodline of the Five-Colored Peacock was extremely useful to any cultivator.

Based on this alone, his daughter wouldn't have a bad life. Compared to continuing to follow him, perhaps following this Taoist priest would be more promising.

"Having suffered this defeat, given Kong Ji's temperament and decisiveness, he will certainly not linger in the mortal realm and refuse to leave. The next time we meet will probably be in the Immortal Realm."

It is said that the Immortal Realm is also divided into many worlds. The one I ascended to is only relatively close to this lower realm, and its star positions will gradually shift. I wonder which Immortal Realm Kong Ji will ascend to. If we meet, it will be truly interesting.

As soon as he finished thinking, Lu Cheng paused lightly, and a ripple spread out in the void. A short, fat dog demon with an exceptionally terrifying and powerful demonic aura emerged from it; it was none other than the Demon Saint "Swallowing the Moon".

Without its master's command, it took a deep sniff in the direction where the Holy Sun Taoist had fled, its tail held straight up, pointing the way for its master.

As the saying goes, "Heaven and earth are boundless, and the pursuit can last for thousands of miles," the residual aura of the Holy Sun is so heavy and abundant. Combined with the Moon Devourer's innate divine power, even if the Holy Sun has the ability to disrupt the heavenly secrets, it is difficult to completely escape the pursuit of this demon.

What's more, there was a golden-winged roc fighting desperately against him ahead.

"Go!" Lu Cheng took a step forward, his figure merging into the chaotic star currents. Space rapidly folded and collapsed behind him, time became viscous and strange, and in an instant, he stepped out of this world.

The great calamity of a thousand years has ended. The Yin-Yang Universe Ring has been put away, and the Universe World has naturally closed.

Ahead, the escape route for Daoist Shengyang will be anything but smooth.

He maintained the appearance of a middle-aged Taoist priest, his handsome face shrouded in a bleak golden-gray, and his aura extremely weak.

The Ten-Sun Divine Splitter Curse is incredibly powerful, capable of both offense and defense, and can be considered a heaven-defying technique. However, once it is broken, the backlash is terrifyingly severe—the chaotic and uncontrollable flow of energy within the body has already damaged one's foundation.

At this moment, every time he activated the Golden Crow Transformation Rainbow Divine Power to escape, he felt his limbs and bones groaning from the unbearable burden, as if countless tiny golden sands were seeping out from the smallest cracks in his body, which was his vital energy constantly flowing away.

Worse still, the filthy tribulation light tainted on Lu Cheng's flying sword clung to his primordial spirit like a maggot, causing him excruciating pain as his soul was torn apart inch by inch with every effort he made to gather his magical power.

Sheng Yang originally intended to hide in the countless ancient star battlefield ruins deep within the chaotic star field, using the remaining evil energy and chaotic heavenly secrets to confuse the pursuers.

However, the speed at which the golden-winged bird was chasing him was far beyond his expectations!
"Jin Ling! It's that bitch Jin Ling, she's still alive..."

The Golden-Winged Roc's speed is the fastest in the universe!
Jin Ling deeply resented Sheng Yang for destroying her cultivation and cutting off her freedom. Now, she seemed to have completely transformed into a golden lightning bolt chasing its prey. No matter what kind of secret technique Sheng Yang used to travel through the stars, or merged into the dust of an ancient comet, or triggered the distorted celestial senses at the edge of a black hole, or even risked diving into the center of a decaying star's cosmic storm.

Jin Ling could always sense his aura fluctuations at the critical moment, and he would arrive with a chilling killing intent!
What shocked and angered Sheng Yang even more was that the chase had not lasted long before he suddenly felt a sense of unease and trepidation, clearly indicating that the Taoist who cultivated the art of transformation and possessed an immortal body had caught up with them.

"Damn you hairy beast, do you really think I'm a tiger fallen into the plains!" A raging golden flame ignited in Sheng Yang's eyes, the ferocity of being driven to the brink of despair and the pride of his Golden Crow bloodline were completely ignited.

He abruptly stopped at the edge of an asteroid belt covered with huge, eerie purplish-black crystals.

"Servant of the Demon God... Hear my summons, appear at once!" Sheng Yang suddenly formed a profound and ancient demonic hand seal with both hands, and spat out true blood containing the pure essence of the Demon Emperor.

The true blood merged into the void, and in an instant, it was as if several burning evil suns lit up the starry sky!
Several days later, on the other side, on the only road that could be taken to pursue Sheng Yang, six dazzling demonic lights suddenly shone from the depths of a complex void formed by shattered stars!
Roar!
Ouch!

hiss--

The terrifying roar of the beast, which shook the very soul, tore through the void!
Six fierce and overwhelming primordial spirit-level demonic energies erupted together, rising up like six colossal pillars of chaos supporting the heavens and earth!
Those were six ancient demon gods who, after being forced into the war by the Heavenly Dao of Ten Thousand Demons and escaping the Tongxuan Realm formation, remained loyal to Daoist Shengyang and were willing to cover his retreat.

This demon had ruled for tens of thousands of years, accumulating considerable power and favor.

"Knowing it's certain death, you still come to block my way?!" Lu Cheng's voice was calm and even, yet it carried an indomitable and resolute edge.

He didn't slow down in the slightest, nor did he use the swarm of myriad Gu worms that had just shaken the world. At this moment, killing Sheng Yang was his only objective.

Six demon gods formed a fierce array, with rolling demonic clouds and various supernatural powers: a divine and demonic hand that blotted out the sky struck; an ancient ice that froze the starry river attacked; a foul and poisonous miasma that corrupted all spirits spread; and a strange curse that directly attacked the soul locked onto Lu City!

"The Fifteen Transformations of the Mysterious Heaven, Purple Lightning Soars Through the Sky!"

With a low shout, Lu Cheng moved like a streak of light, advancing instead of retreating. His entire being merged with the sword light of the flying sword, as if he had transformed into a purple lightning sword light surrounded by five thunder beasts.

The sword light was so fast that it exceeded the limits of divine sense; one could only vaguely sense a purple light flashing in the air.

It's not about directly confronting the six supernatural powers, but about traversing, maneuvering, and turning in impossible spatial gaps!
boom!
A freezing breath of icy energy was easily dodged by the purple lightning sword light, and struck a huge death star behind it. The death star instantly turned into a dark blue iceberg, and then shattered inch by inch.

laugh!
The filth and poisonous miasma were evaporated and dissipated by the natural purifying power of the demonic lightning. Because the sword was moving so fast, it itself wasn't contaminated much.

Boom! The giant palm of the god and demon slammed down, but only shattered a void afterimage.

Before the insidious curse could even reach him, it was directly wiped away by the sharp and supreme sword intent within Lu Cheng's protective primordial spirit.

"Fifteen Transformations of the Mysterious Heaven, Five Swords Fall from the Sky!"

Weaving through those attacks, the purple lightning sword light did not stop, and Lu Cheng's figure appeared in the center, his Five Elements Flying Sword suddenly bursting out with unparalleled dazzling light!
Red, yellow, blue, white, and black, symbolizing the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, interact and counteract each other, and the ever-rotating five-colored sword energy suddenly surged, like five roaring dragons connected head to tail, spinning wildly, and a huge five-element sword wheel with a diameter of ten thousand feet, containing the sword intent of the generation and destruction of the five elements, was suddenly formed.

This sword wheel was no longer a simple aggregation of energy. The sword intent and magic intent contained within it far exceeded the understanding of the other demon gods present. It spun and crushed space. Wherever it passed, all energy and matter, including the defensive divine powers and natal demon treasures that the six demon gods had struggled to unleash, melted and disintegrated instantly, like snow under a hot iron!

"No—!" Six screams filled with fear and resentment rang out almost simultaneously, only to be swallowed up by the sharp whistling sound of the sword wheel tearing through the void.

The Five Elements Sword Wheel, like a giant wheel of heavenly execution, mercilessly crushed everything in its path!

The demon god's physical body collapsed, and its soul was shredded into the most primitive particles by the violent power of the five elements. The terrifying shockwave swept in all directions, completely leveling the labyrinth composed of these spatial fragments.

After defeating Sheng Yang and Kong Ji, the two most powerful demon gods in the Two Elements Universe World, Lu Cheng's sword intent, sword skills, and sword realm have made another breakthrough.

Kong Ji Dao Ren's Taoist skills were almost two sides of the same coin.

The Great Sun True Fire of the Holy Sun Daoist also stirred up endless admiration and thoughts in Lu Cheng.

Lu Cheng stepped out from the center of the explosion of sword energy without looking back. His magical sword energy fluctuated slightly before returning to calm.

The slaying of six powerful primordial spirit demon gods was nothing more than brushing away six insignificant specks of dust in the face of his determination to pursue the Holy Sun.

Such swordsmanship is already the pinnacle of human skill, unmatched under heaven!

……

In the vast universe, there is a desolate star.

Because this abandoned planet still had some remnants of its original membrane, there were also howling winds that swept across the gray-black rock walls beneath the feet of the Holy Sun.

The Taoist robe that had once been imbued with the warmth and vitality of the flames was now tattered and torn, with specks of dark divine blood spilled on it, giving it a desolate appearance.

Sheng Yang stood atop the solitary cliff, his back ramrod straight, yet tiny, viscous beads of blood kept seeping from between his tightly pursed lips.

Because of his severe injuries, and because the Golden-Winged Roc had been pursuing him relentlessly and aggressively, he hadn't had a moment to catch his breath or rest.

"Shengyang, I never thought you'd end up like this."

Jin Ling, having transformed into human form, was somewhat smug and raised his claws, saying this.

Her hands were long and beautiful, like they were carved from jade, but at this moment, they contained a terrifying killing intent.

The Holy Sun Demon God did not respond to Jin Ling's words. He simply slowly raised his head, his gaze piercing through the sandstorm that blotted out the sky on this desolate star.

His eyes held a deep weariness, as profound as an abyss, yet his divine majesty remained undiminished, still lofty and awe-inspiring as the sun, unapproachable.

The silent standoff lasted only a moment.

"die!"

A sonic boom tore through the sky!

Jin Ling is moving!

All that remained was a large crater of rocks, crushed and instantly sank by being trampled.

The golden streak of light traversed dozens of miles in an instant. Before the shrill scream of the air being forcibly torn apart could reach the eardrums, the claw carrying hatred had already pounced on Sheng Yang!
Those claws, imbued with Jin Ling's full power, were wrapped in sharp golden light capable of tearing stars apart, ripping through space and light, and enveloping the acupoints of Sheng Yang's heart meridian.

Sheng Yang swayed slightly, like a reed braving a raging storm. He took a sudden step down.
Boom!
The solitary peak beneath his feet exploded with massive, spiderweb-like cracks. His right hand, fingers joined like a halberd, slashed seemingly slowly but actually swiftly through the air ahead.

laugh--!
There was no earth-shattering roar, only a beam of light, condensed to its extreme yet displaying a strange interplay of color and blazing white, suddenly burst forth from the fingertips.

That was not pure sword light, but the golden flames of the Great Sun Crow, an infinite light that cut through chaos and established order!

Where the light streaked, the space emitted a crisp sound like porcelain shattering.

The thousands of claw shadows and gale-force winds that shot straight at them were silently extinguished and annihilated. The domineering domain, which was powerful enough to crush the gravity of stars, was forcibly split open by this extremely strong "sword intent", and a twisted "crack" briefly appeared!
The battle between these two demon gods was even more intense than the duels between human cultivators.

The contest between the two sides was entirely about magical power, physical strength, and willpower, making it even more intense and brutal.

Golden-winged Roc Jin Ling, with Lu Cheng's full support over the years, and her own foundation restored to the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, has also been restored.

Although Sheng Yang's magical power was higher, he was already seriously injured. More importantly, he was being constantly pursued by Lu Cheng, which made his mental burden even heavier.

Saint Sun's figure faded, like ink drops falling into water, twisting strangely within the cracks created by the Golden Flame Fire Technique.

Jin Ling's sharp claws, which pierced through space and aimed straight at his heart and acupoints, almost grazed past his swaying and shifting figure, the golden light barely tearing apart the guardian's magic power and a bit of his Taoist robe.

Her attack missed, and Jin Ling's madness intensified. She suddenly took flight, her wings unfurling behind her as she slammed into the air!
boom! boom! boom!
A raging golden hurricane appeared out of thin air, no longer a simple physical gale, but a storm condensed to a liquid-like substance! Billions of golden rays, as fine as dust, roared wildly, like a reversed galaxy, each containing a sharpness that could pierce through diamond and a primordial spirit power that could erode a divine body!
Within sight, everything was swallowed up by this devastating golden storm.

Sheng Yang's figure swayed precariously in the storm. The excruciating pain in his lungs, caused by the remnants of the golden claw's power and the oppressive force of its domain, could no longer be suppressed.

"Cough..." A mouthful of foul blood mixed with tiny golden fragments choked out of his mouth.

Blood droplets splattered onto the gray-black rocks, making a hissing, burning sound and emitting eerie pale golden smoke.

Despite being severely injured, he forced himself to fight with his spiritual power, resulting in far greater self-inflicted damage than expected.

The moment he vomited blood, the last breath he had managed to muster instantly dissipated.

The hurricane, like a leech clinging to a bone, instantly broke through the protective magic power swaying around Sheng Yang's body, and the ear-piercing noise of sharp metal scraping against the divine body and cutting through the demon god's body suddenly rang out.

Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!
Countless sparks exploded rapidly on the Holy Sun Daoist robe. Even with his powerful divine body, in an instant, several deep wounds that revealed bone were torn open on his arms, shoulders, and ribs. The blood, like molten precious gold, splashed out with dazzling light.

However, the blood-stained fingers of the Holy Sun did not slow down due to the pain. The "sword finger," intertwined with strange light and blazing white, once again fiercely thrust out against the raging golden storm.

This time, it's no longer a "line" that cuts open the crack, but a "point" that explodes!
With his finger as the tip, a divine light imbued with the will of the Holy Sun burst forth from his fingertip, transforming into a dazzling flash that pierced the darkness, aimed directly at Jin Ling's heart.

puff!

A sharp flash pierced through the storm, making a tearing sound.

Immediately following was a clang of metal clashing, a sound that was a mixture of pain and rage. The golden feathers that danced in the air were instantly swept into the sky by the rising air currents, like a magnificent yet cruel rain of gold.

The figure of Sheng Yang was also violently blasted out of the storm, crashing onto a low-lying lava ruin a hundred miles away, stirring up even more dust and debris.

At the heart of the golden hurricane, Jin Ling let out a sharp, high-pitched shriek!

On her right wing bone, a large patch of dazzling golden feathers was severed cleanly at the root, leaving a smooth, charred wound the size of a bowl!

Precious demon saint blood gushed from the wound.

The claws tore through Sheng Yang's shoulder, and Sheng Yang's sudden burst of energy ruthlessly shaved off a crucial piece of her feather!

The rage of revenge completely overwhelmed reason. The hatred of the past and the humiliation of having a wing cut off instantly ignited the madness deep within Jin Ling's body, originating from the bloodline of the primordial Golden-Winged Roc.

"唳——!!!"

A piercing cry that seemed to tear through the sky erupted from the wounded roc's beak. It was no longer a woman's voice, but a primal cry belonging to a prehistoric giant bird, powerful enough to pierce the soul!

Boundless golden light, like a reversed golden ocean, surged wildly into her body!

The next moment, the entire star field went dark.

The figure standing amidst the fierce winds of the heavens vanished abruptly. In its place appeared an unimaginably colossal entity that blotted out the entire starry sky!

The enormous golden wings slowly unfolded, each feather resembling a meticulously crafted giant golden sword, its edges flowing with demonic energy powerful enough to ignite the void.

Its wingspan was so vast that it seemed it could easily capture the sun beneath its feathers! Then, it swooped down with a claw.

"Come!"

A sharp shout, like the final roar before life runs out!

Faced with such an attack, Sheng Yang soared into the sky instead of retreating, his figure like a shooting star rushing against the current and crashing into the heavens.

His entire body soared into the air, and all his power, all his remaining divine soul and magical power, were squeezed out without reservation or regard for consequences, transforming into a pure dark golden pillar of light that pierced straight into the giant claw that Jin Ling was stepping down on!

It's not defense, it's a pure, suicidal attack!

A three-legged golden crow phantom, its demonic aura so strong it blotted out the sky, suddenly appeared behind him. Its jet-black wings spread out like clouds hanging from the heavens, and it raised its head to the sky, letting out a deafening cry.

In those eyes burning with golden flames, a wild arrogance that seemed to tear the heavens and earth apart surged.

Dark golden demonic flames burst forth from every feather, and the moment the golden crow flapped its wings and roared, layers of spatial ripples swept across the eight wastelands with overwhelming force.

In an instant, a fierce wind howled, the clouds in the sky shattered, and the entire sky was dyed an eerie crimson gold.

This roar that pierced the heavens and earth carried the will to burn mountains and boil seas, causing mountains and rivers to tremble and all living beings to bow their heads in fear.

That overwhelming ferocity, that domineering way of trampling the heavens, fully displayed the unparalleled ferocity of a demon emperor ruling the world.

boom!
The ultimate collision of light and gold was silent, because the energy that erupted in that instant completely swallowed the concept of "sound"!
Time and space fragmented strangely at that moment, and an indescribable burst of dazzling light expanded instantly, as if a sun composed entirely of energy had exploded in the center of this dark star field!
Therefore, the entire starry sky was left only as white!
Wherever the light flowed, nothing was spared. The indestructible golden claw, flowing with primordial spirit power, crumbled and melted the moment it touched the light, just like fragile glass encountering an extreme cold current.

Dark golden blood, like molten divine iron, gushed out from between the collapsing feather armor, turning into a sky full of burning blood rain!
"Roar--!!!"

Jin Ling let out a tremendous roar of pain, and the entire crust of the waste planet was completely shattered in this indescribable howl!
Huge cracks crisscrossed the area, and countless mountains and lava lakes were completely torn apart in the terrifying spatial folds, hurled into the dark depths of space.

Her enormous body trembled violently, and her golden wings, which blotted out the sky, flapped and struggled wildly, each giant feather stirring up a fierce gale that shook the heavens and the earth!

The right forepaw, which was hit head-on by the purifying light, convulsed and contracted violently, and divine blood gushed out like a waterfall from the huge wound!
"Shatter for me!" Sheng Yang's voice burst forth from the center of the core light stream. He pointed his fingers like a knife, and his body, like a golden lightning bolt that forcefully tore through the boiling golden light, rushed forward!
Ignoring the destructive storm that churned and tore at his body, a powerful hand covered with tiny cracks precisely grasped the right wing of the Golden Spirit's massive true form, which had been wounded by the Golden Flame of the Great Sun!

Five fingers deeply embedded!

The most vulnerable and sensitive vital point of the demon's body, the main wing, was suddenly locked. The power that originated from the primordial world and was enough to support its soaring through the starry sea was now forcibly captured by another absolutely powerful will, as if it had seized the storm itself.

"Uhhh-!!!"

This time, Jin Ling's hiss was completely different. It was no longer an angry roar, but a mixture of extreme pain, unbelievable horror, and fear from the depths of her soul, as if her lifeline had been directly strangled.

The enormous body convulsed and struggled violently in the air, and terrifying magical power overflowed and flowed uncontrollably throughout her body!
Each attempt by the wings to flap and break free triggered excruciating, agonizing pain.

The world-destroying strike of the giant claw was completely interrupted. Not only was it interrupted, but her entire airborne posture and balance of power were completely destroyed by the counterattack of the holy sun!

"Holy Sun!!" A hysterical roar echoed through the golden sky:
"Remember, you're doomed. No matter how much you struggle, you're doomed!" Like the final curse of a severely wounded beast, it was filled with resentment and venom etched into the very marrow of its bones.

boom! ! !
The golden-winged roc flapped its enormous golden wings one last time.

It wasn't for attacking, but rather a desperate attempt to break free and escape.

The raging metal storm gradually subsided, the blazing golden flames also subsided, and the enormous tearing sound in space gradually ceased.

The figure of Shengyang fell from the sky and crashed heavily onto the scorching hot glass ground, cracking a spiderweb-like pattern beneath him.

The right hand, which had severely damaged the wings of the Golden-Winged Roc, hung limply at its side, its five fingers convulsing, the skin at the fingertips as if melted, revealing bones that shimmered with dark gold light, and a few wisps of green smoke rising from them.

Without a moment's pause, the internal injuries could no longer be suppressed.

He braced his right arm against the scorching hot ground, but could not stop his body from convulsing violently. He staggered forward and fell hard to one knee!
"Ugh..." An uncontrollable groan escaped his throat, and another large mouthful of dark gold divine blood mixed with fragments of internal organs sprayed onto the scalding hot glass.
Ten days later.

A reddish-brown, abandoned ancient star pierced by countless massive fractured rock peaks.

This place is not the center of the chaotic star field, but it has long since deviated from the trajectory of the prosperous star path.

The surface of the planet is barren, with only the wind whipping up massive reddish-brown sandstorm vortexes formed by accumulated rock debris and dust over millions of years.

The sky was dark, with only a faint starlight in the far distance, highlighting the loneliness and desolation of this giant planet.

The Earth's core has long since cooled, and the remaining trace of stellar energy is so thin as to be almost nonexistent.

In the heart of this land of death, amidst several giant black rock rifts with twisted shapes resembling the heads of ancient gods and demons, Lu Cheng finally stopped.

Before him, the Holy Sun manifested neither as the domineering and arrogant middle-aged scholar nor as his true demonic form.

He or she sat cross-legged on a relatively clean, dark black rock, her body hunched over, transforming into a golden-clad girl.

But now, the once magnificent golden robe was filthy and torn, stained with dark blood.

His eyes, which were once bright and lively like stars and contained an air of dominance, were completely dimmed, leaving only a weary and desolate look and a dying flame.

Her face was deathly pale, like transparent gold foil. Pale golden blood was uncontrollably flowing from her mouth, nose, and even her seven orifices. Every drop of blood that fell caused the black basalt beneath her feet to sizzle and rise up a golden mist with a sweet, metallic smell.

That was a sign that the fundamental source of the Dao was rapidly disappearing. The backlash from the Ten Suns Divine Curse and the Dao injuries from repeated battles with Lu Cheng had already damaged the very foundation of the Great Dao.

Even more terrifying was the filthy, blood-stained calamity power that clung to her like a malignant tumor, now frantically devouring the remaining foundation of her Dao and her magical power like countless greedy insects.

As for the repeated pursuit by the Golden-Winged Roc, it became the final straw that broke her back.

At this moment, she could not even use her magic to conceal her presence, and could only sit there blankly, as if waiting for an inevitable end.

"In the end... we still found this place..." A very faint sigh was blown away by the howling wind that swept through the valley, as if it had never existed.

The space was torn apart silently.

Lu Cheng's figure appeared silently on another black rock ten feet away.

His Taoist robe was also tattered, his face was pale from the loss of vital energy, and his brows were filled with an unconcealable weariness.

After a series of battles and pursuits, and enduring the terrifying damage inflicted by the combined forces of Kong Ji and Sheng Yang, even he was gradually approaching his limit.

Only his eyes remained deep and unfathomable, calm as an ancient, icy pool, reflecting the dying golden-clad girl before him.

This time, Jin Ling condensed its enormous demonic body and transformed into a golden roc with a wingspan of about ten feet. It landed steadily on the top of the rock pillar beside Lu Cheng, its sharp golden eyes fixed on Sheng Yang. Its beak was slightly open, and its eyes were filled with a chilling killing intent.

The demonic hound Devouring the Moon quietly disappeared into Lu Cheng's shadow, vanishing without a trace, but the locking divine power still tightly entangled the Holy Sun.

"There's nowhere to escape?" Lu Cheng's voice was calm and emotionless, as if stating a simple fact.

The girl in golden robes raised her head, the overwhelming domineering aura that once belonged to "Holy Sun" seemingly worn away by the pain. She looked at Lu Cheng, a faint smile playing on her lips, a smile that was both mocking and sneer.

"Escape?" The girl's voice was hoarse and slow, carrying a strange weariness and emptiness: "...Are you really too tired? This era...is yours, human cultivator."

Sheng Yang had certainly considered detonating her primordial spirit to perish together with him, but having witnessed Lu Cheng's swordsmanship, she knew that her speed in detonating her primordial spirit was definitely no faster than the sword speed of the Taoist in front of her. Indeed, she was at her wit's end.

She raised her hand, trying to wipe away the golden blood that kept seeping from the corner of her lips, but her fingers trembled uncontrollably from weakness. Sheng Yang looked down at his fingertips; the golden blood stained with it, illuminated by the faint starlight, resembled countless tiny, burning stars.

"The essence of the crimson sun conceals the body of the Dao, while the shadow of the Fusang tree locks the star's tomb."

"Ten thousand worldly affairs confuse the golden palace, nine suns soar into the sky and burn the heavens and earth."

"Today, the energy dissipates and the Milky Way shatters; the embers of calamity illuminate the empty gate."

"Do not ask who the master of the profound mysteries is, for only a withered skeleton...falls...into...yellow...dust..."

The next moment, Lu Cheng unleashed his Tongxuan Sword, which struck the body of the Holy Sun Daoist.

The greatest respect you can show to a powerful enemy is to do everything in your power to kill him!

Lu Cheng could indeed use the Nine Li Cauldron to subdue the Holy Sun and obtain another powerful top-tier demon god.

However, Sheng Yang was different. Lu Cheng could vaguely sense that the fortune stolen from the Qingming and Chiyang realms for tens of thousands of years was all gathered on Sheng Yang and the two demons, Kong Ji.

The destiny of the Azure Netherworld resides in Kong Ji, while the destiny of the Crimson Sun Realm, the predecessor of the Profound Realm, resides in Sheng Yang. If they are not killed, neither the Profound Realm nor one's own Profound Sword technique can achieve its full potential.

This time, the Tongxuan Sword, along with Lu Cheng's sword strike, transformed into a pitch-black void that suddenly landed on the golden-clad girl, expanding outwards from her body.

A moment later, the physical body of the Holy Sun Daoist disappeared, leaving only a golden sphere in the void that resembled the essence of the great sun, which was the essence of his source blood condensed over 100,000 years of cultivation.

(End of this chapter)