Chaos Heaven-Dominating Technique

"Damn it!" Shen Haoran's face darkened as he watched the spatial storm tear his Sword Aura to shreds. 'That was my strongest attack, yet it was still devoured. This spatial storm is far too terrifying!'

"Use the Power of Chaos!" Elder Yan reminded him mentally.

Hearing this, Shen Haoran's expression sank, and he hesitated. 'If I use the Power of Chaos and it's still torn apart by this spatial storm, I'll have no escape route left!'

'Forget it, this is the only way!' After a moment's hesitation, a resolute glint flashed in Shen Haoran's eyes. 'It's better to fight for my life than to just wait to die. At least this way, there's a sliver of hope.'

At this thought, Shen Haoran once again raised the Soul-devouring Sword. He then mobilized the scarce Power of Chaos remaining in his Primordial Small World, channeling it toward the blade.

As the Power of Chaos surged in, the Soul-devouring Sword in Shen Haoran's hand erupted with a gray light. The blade began to tremble, and when the terrifying Power of Space touched it, it strangely grew quiet.

Seeing this, Shen Haoran's face lit up with joy, and he circulated the Power of Chaos within him even faster. The Power of Chaos from his Primordial Small World continuously poured into the Soul-devouring Sword, and the blade actually began to slowly lengthen. After a short while, the Power of Chaos in his Primordial Small World was completely exhausted, and the entire realm once again became deathly still.

However, even with the Power of Chaos in his Primordial Small World depleted, Shen Haoran still felt the power of the Soul-devouring Sword was lacking. At this point, he had no room for retreat. Gritting his teeth, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. He then withdrew the Power of Chaos protecting his body and transferred all of it into the Soul-devouring Sword.

CRACK... As the Power of Chaos protecting Shen Haoran's body was removed, his legs were instantly torn apart by the surrounding Power of Space. The crisp sound of breaking bones echoed in his ears.

HISS... The intense pain made Shen Haoran gasp, and he nearly dropped the Soul-devouring Sword. Fortunately, he managed to endure the agony from his legs and held onto the sword tightly.

Shen Haoran squeezed out every last bit of the Power of Chaos from his body and infused it into the Soul-devouring Sword. The sword was now completely shrouded in a gray mist, its blade no longer visible. Terrifying waves of energy pulsed from it.

The surrounding spatial storm raged on. Without the protection of the Power of Chaos, the wounds on Shen Haoran's body multiplied with each passing second. The intense pain and blood loss turned his face deathly pale. In just a few more breaths, he would be torn to pieces by the surrounding Power of Space.

"Strike!"

Shen Haoran dared not delay. The energy in the Soul-devouring Sword had accumulated to a sufficient level. With a furious roar, he slashed at the space before him!

VMMMM...

A gray Sword Light suddenly flared, appearing exceptionally brilliant in the pitch-black space. Upon contact with the gray Sword Light, the rampaging Power of Space scattered completely, as if encountering a natural predator.

The gray Sword Light sliced through space, shattering the already fragile spatial barrier and creating an opening wider than a man. A violent suction force erupted, pulling Shen Haoran straight through. The Power of Space on the other side mercilessly bombarded his nearly shattered body, causing his consciousness to dissipate. His vision went black, and he knew no more...

...

Within days, the news of Shen Haoran's death spread throughout the entire Northern Domain. Even young children could be heard chattering about it. Some lamented his death, a genius cut down in his prime. Others sneered, believing that provoking Fallen Valley was a death wish. For a time, opinions were divided, and the whole Northern Domain was abuzz with discussion.

In the Desert Land, Snake Emperor Xue Ling also received the news. When she heard that Shen Haoran had died after being swept into a spatial storm, it was as if she'd been struck by lightning. She swayed and nearly collapsed. She didn't know what was wrong with her, only that her heart felt like it was bleeding. Her mind was a complete blank, yet a constant roar echoed within it.

'Impossible! He can't be dead! His life belongs to me, how could he just die like that?!' Xue Ling's eyes were vacant. Then, with a flash, she shot off, rushing madly toward Celestial Gate City.

But when Xue Ling reached Celestial Gate City and saw the still-unrepaired Spatial Passage, along with the few bloodstained scraps of clothing on the ground, her face instantly turned deathly pale.

'Impossible! The Eastern Domain... this Spatial Passage leads to the Eastern Domain. I have to find him!' Xue Ling cried out dazedly in her heart. She then changed direction and sped straight toward the Eastern Domain...

Meanwhile, in a distant corner of space, Feng Yin gazed helplessly at Ji Lingxuan before him. At this moment, Ji Lingxuan was exceptionally quiet, an icy aura radiating from her body. The cold was so intense it had frozen the mountain peak beneath her feet, turning it into an iceberg.

Feng Yin sighed. Normally, this was when he would bring Ji Lingxuan news of Shen Haoran. It was the only time this girl would act like a young woman in love. But today was an exception, because the news he brought was of Shen Haoran's accident.

Ji Lingxuan showed no emotion on the surface, but Feng Yin could see it in her eyes. This Ji Lingxuan, who had always been known in their Clan as cold and unfeeling, was panicking. She was like a child who had broken something fragile, completely at a loss for what to do.

"Ling Xuan, don't worry too much. Perhaps fortune will favor the worthy. Maybe Shen Haoran is okay," Feng Yin comforted, though even he didn't quite believe his own words. It was difficult for even a Spirit Emperor Tier expert to survive being swept into a spatial storm, let alone Shen Haoran.

However, just because he didn't believe it didn't mean Ji Lingxuan wouldn't. At that moment, she was like a drowning person clutching at a straw, and the fire in her eyes blazed anew.

"Yes, you're right, cousin. Brother Haoran will be fine. He has to be!" Ji Lingxuan murmured.

"No, I have to find him! I'm going to the Eastern Domain!" Ji Lingxuan shot to her feet, about to walk away.

"Hey, you can't, Ling Xuan! Do you have any idea how important you are to our Clan? The Clan Elders are keeping a very close watch on you right now. If you expose your connection to Shen Haoran, you'll put him in absolute danger! Besides, the Eastern Domain is the territory of the Demon Race. The situation there is complicated, and we have a treaty with them. We can't just enter the Eastern Domain as we please!" Feng Yin hurriedly stopped her and explained.

Hearing this, Ji Lingxuan simply stared intently at Feng Yin, her eyes filled with pleading. "Cousin, you'll help me, won't you?"

"You..." Seeing her expression, Feng Yin was at a loss for words. He knew what Shen Haoran meant to Ji Lingxuan; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say Shen Haoran was her life. With Shen Haoran's fate unknown, forcing her to remain in the Clan would be torture for her—a torment worse than death.

Feng Yin slowly let go of Ji Lingxuan's arm. With a soft sigh, he took a Jade Pendant from his Storage Ring and tossed it to her. "I'm truly helpless against you," he said. "Take this. It might be useful in the Eastern Domain. And one more thing, be safe!"

Hearing Feng Yin agree to help, Ji Lingxuan nodded gratefully. Without another moment's delay, she turned and vanished from the mountaintop, speeding toward the Eastern Domain...

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