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Chapter 310 The End, The Origin!

"The decline of magical power."

Lingbao Jun spoke calmly, and then unleashed another divine power that swept towards the Primordial World.

The three calamities and nine tribulations are derived from the "end times".

It triggers the power of the decline of magical power.

Suddenly, an irresistible force erupted within the primordial spirits of many immortals and gods.

This power is very strong, but it does not harm the primordial spirit.

It was as if it came from beyond the heavens, constantly diminishing the magical power of its many immortals and gods.

Without the support of divine power, the primordial spirits of many immortals and gods also weakened and dimmed considerably.

The faces of many immortals and gods also changed into the appearance of old men due to the dimming of their primordial spirits. The vast attack dissipated instantly because it was no longer supported by magic power.

"The decline of the primordial spirit!"

The primordial spirits of the immortals and gods began to be severely eroded.

Their thoughts gradually became muddled and unclear. Their once clear and lucid consciousness became chaotic and incoherent, unable to muster any reason. Enveloped by the power of the end, they were plunged into unprecedented despair and predicament.

"The decline of lifespan!"

In the past, immortals and gods were all at the Golden Immortal level or above, and they lived forever.

However, Lingbaojun's final tribulation energy at this moment made them like mortals, causing their lifespans to rapidly pass away.

Originally, those who became Golden Immortals were destined for eternal life, but now they were experiencing their lifespans rapidly diminishing.

"The decline of the Daoist heart!"

The immortals' resolve wavered, and their originally unwavering hearts were gradually eroded by the final tribulation energy.

"Great Demon!!"

"Great Demon!"

Nuwa, who was already extremely old, couldn't help but roar out in sorrow.

Fuxi lay on the side, the Eight Trigrams of the Primordial Chaos still calculating, but the world had already collapsed. The Eight Trigrams of the Primordial Chaos were calculating the last vestige of life in the world.

But the world is about to come to an end.

Where in the world is there any life left?

They tried to resist, but found themselves powerless against this invisible force, plunging them into deep confusion and despair.

Many immortals and gods were now powerless to resist and could only let these three tribulations fall upon them.

The path of destruction, the power of life and death, the cycle of fortune, the changes in destiny—a strange power surged into my heart.

It frantically weakens the primordial spirits of many immortals and gods, reduces their lifespan, and destroys their Dao heart.

Many immortals and gods, and all the myriad spirits of the primordial world, almost lost their minds. Their eyes were bloodshot like glass, emitting billowing black smoke. Some fought each other, while others sat and waited for death...

But these beings aged rapidly, their skin withered, their bodies became smelly, their magical powers malfunctioned, and they turned into dried-up corpses that began to fall off.

One by one, the immortals and gods groaned and struggled in pain, emanating an aura of decay from their bodies, before finally passing away.

The end of the world is something that no amount of supernatural power or magic can reverse.

Many immortals and gods fell from the heavens, turning into shooting stars that crashed down upon the mortal world, creating a scene of utter destruction and a vast, surging aura of death.

The primordial world began to collapse. The earth, sky, ocean, mountains, and rivers all began to crumble, and a thick, pungent, and foul odor arose in the air.

Ah! Ah...

The entire primordial world is coming to an end.

Between heaven and earth, there was a raging and violent black storm, this was the aura of calamity.

In this world, nothing can be established without destruction.

Only by experiencing a great calamity can one be reborn.

Lingbaojun sat cross-legged in the void, quietly watching the world descend into its end.

The earth was shrouded in darkness, the stars in the sky were dim, and the moon had lost its light, as if it were bound by some mysterious force.

The ancient mountains stand majestically, but they have lost their former vitality and vibrancy, leaving only a desolate scene.

The deep forests in the valley were bare, the streams had dried up, and all traces of life seemed to have vanished overnight.

You personally took control of the "End of the World," developed your own understanding of the end, and incorporated it into your Three Calamities and Nine Tribulations, the Fist of the End...

……

In the very end, only deathly silence remained, and the apocalyptic calamity energy, born from the end of all spirits in the world, condensed behind Lingbaojun.

It was swallowed into Lingbaojun's body, and a vast amount of power surged into it.

"The Four Swords of Zhuxian!"

Streams of primordial energy gradually converged, like a surging tide, carrying the aura of the end, and this power grew stronger and stronger.

The void began to tremble slightly, as if in response to some kind of summons. Then, it raised its enormous arm, seemingly gazing at a target in the void.

With a clench of his arm.

Four swords, each hundreds of thousands of feet long, appeared instantly—this was the manifestation of the 'Final Path Fruit'!

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"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The four swords of Zhuxian were wielded as if unleashing boundless power.

The vast and boundless power fluctuations raged wildly like a storm.

The primordial land began to crack open, and an endless storm of Immortal Slaying Sword Qi swept across the entire world, completely tearing this desolate land apart.

"boom!"

Finally, after a deafening roar, the entire world shattered completely.

The chaotic energy began to surge in, but the entire shattered primordial world was swallowed up by it.

The fragments of the world were covered by chaotic energy, and in the end, only a chaotic expanse remained.

Lingbaojun disappeared, and Guiyuan reappeared in the chaos.

Looking at the primordial world that had already returned to chaos, he felt it.

"nothingness……"

In this chaotic world, everything becomes ethereal and elusive; there are no laws, no world, and no living beings.

Only 'nothingness'!

Yet he also sensed a great deal: the power of cycles. Everything is in a cycle, and only when the cycle remains intact can one spiral upwards.

At this time.

A figure emerged from the ceiling behind Guiyuan—the Primordial Heavenly King.

Clad in a Taoist robe and wearing a pure crown, he exuded a majestic and awe-inspiring presence, resembling a supreme deity.

Behind him, a clear, round light hung in his mind, evolving the image of chaos and creation. Countless golden lotuses bloomed in the void, and golden lamps rose from within the lotuses. The lamps flickered, illuminating all the heavens and myriad worlds, and seeing into the darkness of people's hearts.

A lamp rises from a lotus, and a lotus grows from the lamp, in an endless cycle of life. The vines sway and droop with boundless primordial energy, creating a sacred and solemn atmosphere.

This made him appear even more sacred and solemn.

Before heaven and earth were separated, before yin and yang were distinguished, before all things were conceived, and before all phenomena were enlightened, the Primordial Heavenly King stood quietly, containing the primordial power of chaos, and at this time it was called nothingness.

The Primordial Heavenly King's body rapidly expanded, resembling a colossal primordial deity. He stepped into the void, and with every move he made, the chaotic energy surged and churned, suddenly heading towards the 'nothingness'.

A punch landed!

In that instant, the nothingness... was shattered!

"One punch, and the void will be cleaved, the world recreated!"

As the fist of origin fell, boundless chaos collapsed, and earth, water, fire, and wind surged forth, giving rise to the primordial chaos and the birth of purity and turbidity.

The Wuji evolves and is born from Taiyi. Once the Qi mechanism is activated and the life force is stirred, when there are traceable forms and patterns, it is specially named "existence," and this is one.

From zero to one, from one to myriad. All things in heaven and earth are born from existence, and existence is born from non-existence.

(End of this chapter)