304: Chapter 302 A Single Thought Can Overturn Mountains and Rivers

Above the Nine Heavens, those two balls of light finally moved.

It was not a probe, not a gathering of momentum, but a collision without reservation.

The Old Emperor's dim, yellowish light suddenly exploded, transforming into golden clouds that filled the entire horizon.

Wherever the clouds passed, the Void Realm was dyed amber, and an aura of both decay and rebirth swept across the heavens and earth.

His figure emerged from the light—an old man with white hair, a gaunt face, and eyes like torches; golden chains were coiled around his body, the other ends sinking deep into the Void Realm, as if dragging something.

The Demon Void Refinement Divine Monarch was not to be outdone.

That ball of blood-red light swelled violently, turning into a massive phantom that blotted out the sky.

It was a Vicious Beast never seen before, thousands of miles long, its body covered in pitch-black scales; rows of barbs grew along its spine, each one flashing with scarlet lightning.

Its eyes were like two blood moons hanging in the high sky, coldly looking down at the earth.

Its breath was like a storm; every exhalation could whip up ten-thousand-foot waves.

"Old thing, today I will send you on your way!"

The voice of the Demon Void Refinement Divine Monarch came from the phantom, no longer sharp and grating, but like thunder from above the Nine Heavens, rumbling and shaking the universe.

The Old Emperor did not speak; he raised his right hand.

With just this simple gesture, the heavens and earth changed color.

The Spiritual Qi within a radius of ten thousand miles was drained in an instant, all gathering in his palm.

In high-speed rotation, that Spiritual Qi condensed, compressed, and underwent a qualitative change, forming a golden spear.

The spear was a thousand zhang long, flowing with golden light, and at its tip, black cracks of collapsing space even appeared.

The Old Emperor gripped the spear and threw it gently.

The spear pierced through the air; it was not fast, one could even say it was slow, as if gliding slowly through the Void Realm.

But wherever its trajectory passed, space was torn open like paper, leaving behind a pitch-black crack.

Fine electric arcs danced along the edges of the crack; that was space itself mourning.

The spear flew toward the massive Vicious Beast, unhurried, carrying an irresistible, fated sense of oppression.

The Demon Void Refinement Divine Monarch let out a roar; the phantom opened its massive maw, and a scarlet pillar of light erupted from its mouth, colliding with the golden spear.

There was no sound.

At the moment of impact, sound vanished; it was not that there was no sound, but that the sound was too loud—so loud it exceeded the limits of hearing, so loud that even space could not conduct it.

The entire world lost all sound in that instant, leaving only blinding white light.

The white light swallowed everything—swallowing the sky, swallowing the earth, swallowing every living creature within a radius of ten thousand miles.

After the white light dissipated, the sky had shattered; this was not a metaphor, it had truly shattered.

The Nine Heavens were covered in spiderweb-like cracks, and deep within the cracks lay the endless dark Void Realm.

The sun was gone, the moon was gone, and the stars were gone; only two balls of light—one golden, one scarlet—confronted each other in the shattered sky.

The clouds had long been torn to shreds, and the mountain peaks on the ground had been swept by the aftermath, collapsing in vast swathes.

It was not one or two, but hundreds and thousands; those once towering and majestic mountains were like being pressed down from above by an invisible hand, collapsing with a roar, rubble flying, and dust filling the sky.

The earth split open; a bottomless canyon extended from east to west, no one knew how long or how deep it was; boiling magma surged from the canyon, and fire illuminated the sky.

Another crack stretched from south to north, wider and narrower than the first, and the ground on both sides of the crack bulged high, forming new mountain ranges.

Rivers diverted, lakes dried up, and the ruins of the former Tianyuan City were completely pulverized by this single strike, leaving not even a single intact tile to be found.

The phantom of the Demon Void Refinement Divine Monarch suddenly contracted, turning into a burly middle-aged man.

He wore black armor engraved with blood-red patterns; those patterns seemed alive, slowly moving across his body.

His face was cold and stern, his eyes were blood-red, and a trace of blood hung from the corner of his mouth.

His right hand gripped a pitch-black long saber, the blade covered in cracks left behind from the earlier collision with the golden spear.

The Old Emperor remained suspended in the air, his robes fluttering in the wind; his complexion was whiter than before, white as paper.

But his gaze remained calm, as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

The Demon Void Refinement Divine Monarch raised the long saber in his hand; the cracks on the blade healed in an instant, replaced by an even more intense scarlet light.

He raised the long saber above his head and then slashed gently.

With this slash, the heavens and earth inverted.

This was not a metaphor, but a real inversion of heaven and earth; the sky became the earth, and the earth became the sky.

Stars rose from below, and mountains and rivers fell from above.

The sun, moon, and stars danced chaotically in the Void Realm, as if an invisible giant hand were manipulating the Law of the entire world.

The Old Emperor moved; he reached out his hand and pressed down lightly into the empty air.

The inverted heavens and earth instantly returned to their original state; those falling stars returned to the sky, and those ascending mountain ranges fell back to the earth.

But the scars of the heavens and earth did not heal; those cracks, those fissures, and those collapsed mountains remained there forever.

The Demon Void Refinement Divine Monarch's face darkened; "How much longer can you hold on?" he asked.

The Old Emperor did not answer; his body began to glow.

It was not that outward, blinding light, but an introverted, warm light like jade, emanating from within his body.

The light ignited from his chest and spread to his limbs, enveloping him in a soft golden halo.

His white hair turned gold in the light, and his eyes turned gold as well; his aura climbed, climbing to an imperceptible height.

The Demon Void Refinement Divine Monarch's expression finally changed; "Burning your Lifespan? You already have little Lifespan left; how long can you hold on by burning it? A stick of incense? A cup of tea? Or just a few breaths?"

The Old Emperor spoke; his voice was no longer old or weary, but filled with a young, vigorous, and vibrant power; "A stick of incense is enough to kill you."

He took a step forward; the Void Realm beneath his feet shattered, and black cracks spread in all directions like a giant spiderweb.

He raised his right hand and spread his five fingers; countless golden runes appeared out of thin air in the Void Realm, intertwining into a massive Formation that enveloped the Demon Void Refinement Divine Monarch.

An ancient chanting sound came from the Formation, as if countless Immortals were reciting scriptures; each rune contained the power to suppress eternity, pressing down until the Void Realm collapsed inch by inch.

The Demon Void Refinement Divine Monarch let out a cold snort and swept his long saber horizontally; a scarlet Saber Qi slashed out; wherever the Saber Qi passed, the runes exploded one after another; the golden light and scarlet light intertwined, erupting into a world-destroying shockwave.

The shockwave spread outwards, and the ruins of Tianyuan City completely vanished under this strike, leaving a massive crater hundreds of miles in diameter on the ground, the bottom charred and emitting blue smoke.

The Old Emperor did not retreat but advanced, closing the distance.

His hands transformed into palm prints filling the sky, each palm carrying the pressure of the Law of heaven and earth, slamming toward the Demon Void Refinement Divine Monarch in overlapping waves.

Wherever the palm prints passed, the Void Realm was crushed to powder, revealing the chaotic Void Realm turbulence behind.

The Demon Void Refinement Divine Monarch swung his saber to block, the saber light and palm prints colliding; each collision exploded in ripples, and wherever the ripples passed, space vibrated violently like the surface of water.

Their speed was too fast to be captured by Divine Sense; one could only see two streaks of light shuttling, colliding, separating, and colliding again in the Void Realm.

With every collision, a star exploded in the Void Realm—not a metaphor, but real stars; those stars hanging above the Nine Heavens were swept by the aftermath of their battle, bursting one after another, transforming into a meteor shower raining down upon the earth.

The battle lasted for who knows how long; a stick of incense, two sticks of incense, or half an hour? No one knew.

Only that the golden light grew brighter and more intense, as if to ignite the entire Void Realm; the scarlet light grew dimmer and more listless; there were more cracks on the saber, and the patterns on the armor were fading.

Finally, The Old Emperor struck the Demon Void Refinement Divine Monarch's chest with a palm; that palm was silent, yet it contained world-destroying power.

The Demon Void Refinement Divine Monarch's body flew backward, and he spat out a large mouthful of blood; his left arm had already been torn off by The Old Emperor in the previous exchange, the armor on his chest was shattered, revealing the charred flesh beneath; his long saber had snapped in two, the blade covered in cracks, its spiritual light completely dimmed.

The Old Emperor's figure also finally came to a halt; his golden light began to fade, his white hair turned gray-white again, and the wrinkles on his face were deeper than before the battle; a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, his left hand hung at his side, and his fingers trembled slightly; but his gaze remained calm.

The Demon Void Refinement Divine Monarch struggled to stand up from the Void Realm, his blood-red eyes staring fixedly at The Old Emperor; "You cannot kill me," he said, his voice hoarse and filled with hatred.

The Old Emperor did not answer; he just hovered there quietly, like a mountain that had remained unchanged since ancient times.

As for Yun Ming, he had long ago been swept up by the aftermath of the two's battle, turning into a wisp of fly ash.