79: Chapter 79 A single word can destroy the world, instantly killing the Demon Lord!

The sword of the heavenly dao hung high above the firmament.

It did not emit any earth-shattering Killing Intent, nor did it burst with world-destroying energy fluctuations.

It simply floated there quietly, with seven-colored flowing light slowly circulating on the blade, looking like a perfect work of art.

But it was this seemingly "harmless" sword that made Demon Venerable Moro feel an unprecedented fear, enough to freeze his very Soul.

He could clearly feel that all his connections to this world had been severed.

He was isolated.

Rejected and abandoned by the entire world.

Before this sword, he was no longer some ancient Demon Venerable, no longer an immortal and indestructible existence.

He was merely a piece of erroneous "data" about to be purged.

"No! This seat does not believe it!"

Moro let out a hysterical roar; for the first time, his eternal demonic heart wavered.

"Break for me!"

He frantically burned his demonic Soul's Origin, pushing his power to an unprecedented extreme.

The ten-thousand-foot demonic shadow instantly solidified, as if turning into a true physical entity.

He threw a punch, the pitch-black fist energy containing Chaos Laws capable of collapsing a Major Thousand Worlds, smashing fiercely toward that seemingly fragile sword of the heavenly dao.

He wanted to punch a hole right through these heavens!

However, facing this punch that could make even gods pale in fear.

The sword of the heavenly dao only trembled slightly.

Then, it moved.

There was no world-shaking trajectory, no sound of tearing the Void Realm.

It simply sank downward gently.

Then, it disappeared.

As if it had never appeared at all.

Moro's world-destroying punch hit nothing but air, and the terrifying energy vented out, tearing a massive spatial rift in the distant horizon.

But he felt not a shred of joy from his strike; instead, his eyes were filled with an even deeper dread.

Because he felt a chilling sensation in his chest.

He slowly lowered his head.

He saw that the vanished sword of the heavenly dao had, at some unknown point, silently pierced through his heart.

There was no wound, no blood.

It was like a beam of light, a shadow, simply passing through his Immunity to Ten Thousand Laws demonic body composed of the purest Chaos Devilish Qi.

"This..."

Moro's pupils shrank to the size of needle tips.

He felt the power within him—his proud, immortal demonic Soul Origin—being "decomposed" and "formatted" in a way he could not comprehend.

His entire "existence" was being erased from this world.

"So... that's how it is..."

At the final moment before his consciousness dissipated, a trace of a relieved, wretched smile actually appeared on Moro's face.

He finally understood.

From the very beginning, he had provoked a true... "God" who shouldn't even exist in this world.

*Puff...*

A soft sound rang out.

That ten-thousand-foot demonic shadow, which had once made the entire Cangxuan Dao Domain tremble and plunged billions of living beings into despair, simply melted away silently, like snow under sunlight.

There was no explosion, no wreckage.

He was completely erased from the level of Karma, from the level of Laws, and from this world entirely.

As if he had never existed.

With Moro's disappearance, the "Demon Prison" barrier enveloping the Tianduan Mountains also shattered.

The surviving experts of the Eastern Barrens were all stunned, floating in mid-air with their minds blank.

Is it over?

That Demon Venerable, so powerful he brought despair and seemed as invincible as a god, is just... gone?

Instant-killed... by a casual sentence from that youth in white?

They looked at the figure in the distance, still standing with hands behind his back, not a single strand of hair out of place. They felt their worldview being completely overturned, crushed, and then reconstructed in an even more absurd manner at this moment.

If "One Sword Opens the Heaven" from before could still be understood as some kind of extremely powerful "technique."

Then now, this "Destroying the Heavenly Dao with a Word" was no longer in the realm of "techniques."

This was the "Dao."

It was Words Become Law, speaking with the authority of the heavens—the true power held only by a Creator God!

The entire Eastern Barrens, the entire world, fell into a deathly silence.

All living beings watching this scene through Water Mirror Arts were like they had been hit by a freezing spell, maintaining their upward-looking postures without moving.

Their faces were written with the same emotion.

It was a mixture of extreme shock, boundless fear, and an incredulity that penetrated to the marrow of their bones.

Amidst this dead silence, Su Changge slowly turned around.

His gaze calmly swept over the surviving, shaken experts of the Eastern Barrens below.

Then, without saying a word, his figure flickered and he disappeared from the spot, returning to Changge Peak.

As if he had just stepped out to casually crush an eyesore of a bug.

Hiding his deeds and fame deep within.