The Decaying World

It wasn’t just them; even Huang Weijun himself was filled with rage and frustration.

Back then, when he was sealed by a single sword strike from Lin Hui, he could still claim that it was only a clone, unable to exert even one percent of its power.

But now...

His main body had acted, expecting an easy victory, but he never imagined that he would end up at a disadvantage even when dealing with a group of worthless Insect People.

The power these people gathered was considerable, and they were slippery when they worked together. Just when he was about to land a hit, they would block it with that bizarre, special divine descendant ability.

"It seems I underestimated you all somewhat..."

Huang Weijun swiftly retracted his hands, his body rapidly shrinking as if it were deflating.

BOOM!!

In the next instant, his entire body actually exploded, shattering into thousands of tiny Huang Weijuns that shot out in all directions.

At that very moment, every one of these thousands of Huang Weijuns simultaneously unleashed an ultimate Technique, all driven by a gloomy, violet-black air of decay.

From a distance, it looked as if a giant, violet-black flower bud had suddenly burst open, its countless, densely layered petals all spraying out to bombard Yuanhe and the others.

"Descent of the Heart God!"

Not only that, but at this very moment, the thousands of Huang Weijuns activated the strongest power unique to the Fog People.

WHOOSH!!

A frenzied, violet-black current of air instantly enveloped the seven of them, freezing them all in place.

The next moment, they, along with Huang Weijun, were all encased within a giant, purple, fleshy tumor that had manifested from the void.

The tumor, tens of thousands of meters in diameter, floated in the sky above the Court. It pulsed rhythmically, as if it were a giant, bizarre, breathing balloon.

Before Du Qiankun and the others could react.

PSHH!

In an instant, the giant fleshy tumor was completely torn apart by gusts of golden wind bursting from within.

"Kill!! Hahahaha!!" Xia Si, Black Sword in hand, was the first to charge out in a flash of lightning, her long hair flying.

The Longsword in her hand unleashed a dense torrent of sword light, like a waterfall, that rushed toward the inside of the tumor below.

POP!

At that moment, the giant fleshy tumor completely exploded and dissipated.

Revealing Huang Weijun’s pale figure.

All his clones had vanished. Now, only his main body remained, wretchedly dodging the countless beams of sword light raining down from above.

"You damned insects!! How dare you...!!" he cursed furiously as he dodged.

Just then, on the seven-person team, Tong Shen lay decapitated on the ground, silent and still.

Su Yaping, with blood at the corner of her mouth, sat paralyzed on the ground. She and a few others had lost the ability to fight and were being protected by a white barrier of light sustained by Yuanhe.

’An opportunity! Let’s take him down first!’

This scene did not go unnoticed by Qi Jue, Du Qiankun, and the others.

At this moment, everyone hiding in the shadows revealed themselves, lunging in an instant at Huang Weijun.

Terrifying streams of power—a fusion of Void Power, Heart and Spirit, True Power, and Divine Power—shot out like a flood, precisely enveloping and overwhelming the dodging Huang Weijun.

The number of hidden people far exceeded everyone’s expectations. A full twelve torrents of power erupted, each one using various ultimate techniques to achieve an explosive force on par with an Emperor Blood Fog Person.

Attacking together, they only managed to briefly stall Huang Weijun, but it played a crucial role in delaying him.

In that brief opening, Xia Si descended from the sky. The Black Sword in her hand seemed to instantly expand and lengthen at incredible speed.

SHING!!

Just like when Lin Hui had dispatched the three from the Three Islands Alliance with his sword all those years ago.

At this moment, the Black Sword became like a massive mountain range, crashing down from the heavens and smashing onto Huang Weijun.

In that instant, the pure and terrifying fused power completely crushed the violet-black air of decay erupting from Huang Weijun’s body.

The Power of Ashes, the Extreme Cold Power, Divine Power, Void Power, True Power, and all the others, were now condensed by the formation into a chaotic gray torrent that clung to the giant sword and struck Huang Weijun head-on.

"No!!! Di Suo, why aren’t you making your move!?"

Huang Weijun was truly panicking this time. He screamed and unleashed all his power, but he couldn’t dodge or block this sky-blotting sword strike.

CHH!!

Just at that moment.

Xia Si’s Black Sword had already sliced through a bit of the flesh on Huang Weijun’s forehead.

But then, for some reason, she stopped.

Everything—all the fused power—vanished in a puff, as if a candle flame had been blown out.

She dazedly lowered her head and looked at her own abdomen.

Sometime, somewhere, a black chain from behind had pierced straight through her, leaving a gaping hole.

SCHLICK!

The chain was pulled out, dragging her intestines along with it, yanking them clean out of her body.

This horrific scene made Yuanhe’s and the others’ scalps tingle with fear.

Yuanhe leaped into the air, countless streams of light flashing in his eyes, wanting to catch Xia Si.

But the next moment.

Another chain materialized in mid-air, appearing directly behind him without any warning, and smashed viciously into his back.

BOOM!

Like a kite with its string cut, Yuanhe plummeted toward the ground in the distance.

Not only that, but the rest of the squad were also sent flying by suddenly appearing chains.

If not for the protection of the formation’s power, they would have been torn to pieces and turned into a bloody mist by that single strike.

Du Qiankun and the others watched with eyes wide in fury. Some charged forward to attempt a rescue, while others rapidly retreated, trying to escape.

But regardless of which group, they were all struck in the back by black chains that suddenly appeared beside them. They instantly coughed up blood, fell, and lost all power to resist.

’It’s over...’ Du Qiankun thought as he slammed into the ground, unsure how many of his bones were broken.

Before he could recover his senses, his old rival, Qi Jue, came crashing down like a meteor, landing not far from him.

That guy was in even worse shape. His waist had been completely snapped in two. His upper and lower body were now each trying to crawl toward the other, attempting to reconnect.

CLANG.

The crisp sound of clashing metal came from the distance.

A tall, grotesque figure covered in black chains slowly materialized in mid-air, landed, and began walking toward Yuanhe and the others.

"This formation, a Wish-Sacrificing Formation... it is worthy of being harvested." The monster’s voice was deep. He walked up to Yuanhe, raised a hand, and aimed for the spot between his eyebrows.

SHUNK!!

In the next instant, a Longsword pierced through Di Suo’s waist from the side.

Another Longsword pierced his temple, exiting through the other side and bringing a trail of blood with it.

"Surround and kill him!!" Yuanhe, who had just been severely injured on the ground, leaped up, his wounds healing rapidly and returning him to his original state.

Not far away, Du Qiankun’s daughter, Zhang Feng, who lay on the ground, heavily exhaled her last breath, a relaxed smile on her face.

Her flesh began to wither rapidly—the price for releasing that restorative power.

The others, who had clearly been grievously wounded just moments ago, were now also fully recovered and lunging at Di Suo from different directions.

"A pointless struggle..." Di Suo’s expression remained unchanged. He allowed the power of the Dual Swords to wreak havoc on his body as all the chains around him shot outwards.

With a loud CLANG.

Thousands of chains formed a terrifying storm of chains, instantly blasting away Xia Si and Su Yaping who were beside him.

He reached out again, grasping at Yuanhe in front of him from a distance.

But in the next instant, his vision blurred, and he found himself suddenly in a bizarre space surrounded by countless streams of dark red light.

Directly ahead stood a tall, naked man with waist-length hair. His features were identical to Yuanhe’s, but his aura was the complete opposite.

He wore a cruel smile and spread his arms, his body continuously releasing dense streams of red light that sealed off the surroundings.

"It’s you!?" Di Suo recognized him. It was the heretical martial artist Yuanhe from Qingfeng Dao, from many years ago.

The man’s strength wasn’t impressive, but his abilities were rather sinister.

He could see through the flaws in any Technique or ability, making him extremely difficult to kill.

"I’ve finally found the weakness in your Heart and Spirit. I’ve waited too long for this day... Di Suo..." the evil Yuanhe sneered.

"...Let’s die together..."

Di Suo remained silent. At this moment, his Heart and Spirit were temporarily restrained, while his physical body was being furiously attacked by Xia Si and the others in the outside world.

「In reality.」

As layers of black chains were continuously shattered and stripped away.

Di Suo’s true body, hidden beneath, was now completely revealed.

To everyone’s surprise, that body wasn’t human at all.

It was a blade.

A long zhanmadao, pieced together entirely from countless miniature Evil Soldiers.

The golden name ’Taixu’ was clearly visible on the side of the blade.

From a distance, the blade seemed to be flowing, constantly changing its form.

Its length, thickness, and brightness were all in flux. The only constant was that large, fluorescent golden name.

And it was at this very moment that everyone’s attacks truly landed on the blade itself.

CLANG!!!

The piercing, crisp sound of impact sent out ripples of tangible shockwaves.

But to everyone’s horror, there wasn’t a single mark on the blade.

Not even a scratch... It was as if their attacks were like flowers in a mirror or the moon in the water—they had never touched it at all.

"Actually," Di Suo’s voice slowly emanated from the blade, "even if I stood still and let you kill me, you would still be powerless..."

"Farewell..."

The blade suddenly shuddered, and rings of black, chain-like purple light shot out from its edge, flying densely toward everyone in the vicinity.

This time, the chain-like purple light was not particularly fast, but it completely froze the space all around them.

Each attacker was targeted by hundreds of them.

Like insects in amber, they were suspended in mid-air or half-lying on the ground, completely unable to move. They could only watch as the chain-like purple light flew toward the spot between their eyebrows.

’It’s over!’

Yuanhe smiled bitterly and closed his eyes. At this moment, his powerful Heart and Spirit, combined with the power of the formation, flared like a fire, rising to a whole new level.

He was attempting one last effort.

But all his efforts were futile in the face of such an absolute gap in power.

’He had actually considered this possibility long ago, but now that it was happening, he couldn’t help but feel a bit unwilling to accept it...’

’Senior Sister Xia and Senior Brother Su have the Indestructible Sacred Eyes, so they should be able to feign death and escape. As for the others...’

At that moment, his entire life flashed before his eyes.

Countless images, countless memories, but they all came to a halt on the day he first paid his respects outside the courtyard on Qingfei Mountain. He was holding Uncle Black-Face’s hand, kneeling outside, and staring blankly at the back of a long-haired figure sitting cross-legged inside, unmoving.

’Daoist Master...’

’If I hadn’t been so young and reckless back then, if I hadn’t chosen to leave, perhaps...’

’Perhaps...’

"It’s not too late to regret it now."

Suddenly, bizarrely, he saw the Daoist Master in the courtyard turn his head slightly, as if speaking to him.

"Lend me your Heart and Spirit for a moment."

The Daoist Master’s voice was as clear as if he were standing right in front of him.

Suddenly, Yuanhe shuddered and snapped his eyes open.

RUMBLE!!!

Just then.

In the sky above the Court, which was shrouded in black fog,

A massive, eye-shaped black fissure suddenly tore open!

The fissure covered the entirety of the Court, and the moment it opened, a powerful suction force forcibly pulled everything below into the air, swallowing it up.

From within the fissure, a white figure, resisting the immense gravitational pull, slowly floated out from the center and looked down from above.

The devouring force soon weakened, transforming into a gentle breeze that swirled around everyone.

Accompanying the breeze was an indescribably rich fragrance that spread through the air.

At this very moment, all the chains Di Suo had sent flying had lost their aim under the terrifying pull and were forcibly retracted by him.

He no longer paid any attention to the others. Instead, he raised his head and stared intently at the white figure in the center of the fissure in the sky.

Clearly, the figure’s appearance was putting immense pressure on him.

"Daoist Master!!!??"

Yuanhe now recognized the identity of that figure.

"It’s the Daoist Master!!"

Su Yaping’s injuries healed in an instant. She knelt on one knee, an indescribable fanaticism in her expression.

Xia Si’s expression was complicated, but her injuries also healed, and she knelt on one knee.

The other survivors took this opportunity to move away from Di Suo, looking up at the white-robed figure suspended high in the sky.

’Daoist Master...’

’Daoist Master Qingfeng!!?’

They all heard the voices of Yuanhe and the others. Without a doubt, there was only one person in the world today who could command such reverence from them!

He was the one who still existed in the world from Qingfeng Dao, the one vaguely considered to be the only terrifyingly powerful expert capable of contending with the Court, the current Daoist Master—Lin Hui!

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