334: Chapter 332 Origin Anomaly, Return of the Strong

The Origin of the Xuanhuang Small World was a fist-sized earthy-yellow sphere of light, floating solitarily in an endless Void Realm.

The surface of the light sphere was covered in intricate, interlacing patterns, resembling both the meandering veins of the earth and the tributaries of flowing rivers; its light alternated between brightness and dimness, consistently exuding a gentle yet profound aura.

It was the Foundation of the entire Xuanhuang Small World, and the myriad living beings of the world relied entirely on it for nourishment and sustenance.

Yet, at this moment, the lifeblood of this world was being jointly refined by three powerful individuals, leaving it in a precarious situation.

Three figures stood in a triangular formation, completely sealing off the Origin light sphere.

Three streams of pure Void Refining power surged forth simultaneously, transforming into layers of suppression, slowly eroding and wearing down the power of the sphere itself.

The person on the left wore a crimson robe, with a cold, hardened expression and terrifying blood-colored eyes; a dense, violent blood aura swirled around him, and just standing there was enough to make one feel fearful.

On the right was a White-Robed Woman who was exquisitely beautiful, with a faint smile always hanging on her lips.

However, anyone could see that this smile was merely a disguise; the malice and calculation hidden within were even more daunting than the fierce aura exuded by the Red-Robed Man.

The figure directly opposite had a burly build, clad in black robes with sharp facial features; his brow carried an air of arrogance that looked down upon everything; he was exactly the other Void Refining great demon Ming Luo that the White-Robed Woman had mentioned earlier.

The three streams of power merged with each other, weaving into an invisible giant net that tightly wrapped around the earthy-yellow light sphere in the center.

The Origin light sphere trembled violently and incessantly, its surface light flickering as if it were a heart beating desperately, using all its instinct to resist the external erosion.

Alas, the disparity in strength between the two sides was vast, and the sphere's power continued to drain, with its radiance visibly dimming.

Ming Luo slowly withdrew his Divine Sense from inside the light sphere, his brows furrowed tightly, his tone carrying the unique majesty of a superior: "It seems the Origin of this Small World is even weaker than we anticipated."

The Red-Robed Man glanced at him sideways, his expression unchanging, and replied casually: "It's not that its own power is weak; this thing is quite shrewd. Once it sensed danger approaching, it withdrew the vast majority of its power, like a turtle retracting into its hard shell, focused solely on self-preservation."

The White-Robed Woman chuckled, her crisp laughter appearing particularly abrupt in this oppressive space: "So what if it hides all its power? With the three of us working together here, we will eventually break through its outer shell. When that time comes, it won't be able to hide even if it wants to."

After laughing, she put away some of her playfulness and asked seriously: "Let's not talk about that. I had you travel across the Xuanhuang to investigate earlier; are there any other Void Refining Cultivators in this land?"

Ming Luo shook his head gently, his expression becoming increasingly grave: "I have traversed every region of the Xuanhuang during this period. Tiannan, Tianbei, Dongxuan, Ximing, the Endless Sea, the Hundred Thousand Mile Mountains—I have carefully searched every place that could possibly hide people."

"In the entire world, only that The Old Emperor who suffered heavy injuries and is barely hanging on remains; I could not find a second Void Refining Cultivator."

Speaking of this, his tone shifted, carrying a bit of confusion: "However, there is something very strange. Ancient books passed down by all the top Sects record that there has definitely been more than one Void Refining powerhouse in the Xuanhuang Small World since ancient times."

"Many texts even clearly recorded the locations where those predecessors fell and passed away. I went to verify them one by one according to the records, but those places were empty."

"Let alone bones or relics, I couldn't even find a trace of residual spiritual energy; clearly, someone had deliberately erased all clues afterwards."

The smile on the White-Robed Woman's face slowly faded, and her eyes grew more vigilant: "According to what you say, is it possible that those Void Refining Cultivators in the records didn't die at all?"

"It cannot be determined yet." Ming Luo was silent for a moment before calmly analyzing, "Currently, there are only two possibilities."

"First, they perished completely long ago, and because it was too long ago, it is impossible to verify; second, they were lucky enough to survive and found a secret place that we cannot perceive, lurking there to this day."

He lifted his eyes to look at the struggling Origin light sphere, his tone becoming resolute: "But regardless of which result it is, we cannot continue to delay."

"The most urgent matter right now is to thoroughly refine this world Origin as quickly as possible. As long as we control the Foundation of the Xuanhuang, this land will effectively fall into our hands."

"By then, even if those missing Void Refining Cultivators are still alive, without the support of the world Origin, they won't be able to stir up any trouble."

Ming Luo looked at the White-Robed Woman again: "What about the Teleportation Array? Have you investigated it clearly?"

The White-Robed Woman spoke up: "I have repeatedly checked that damaged cross-domain Teleportation Array. The main body of the array had long since shattered into waste, and the core array base was nowhere to be found."

"The remaining residual patterns provided too little information, making it impossible to follow the clues to track its connected location. However, one thing is certain: the Teleportation Array was destroyed very thoroughly, and it did not leak the coordinates of the Xuanhuang Small World, so it will not attract any external trouble for the time being."

Learning that the coordinates had not been leaked, Ming Luo's tightly knit brows relaxed slightly, suppressing the concerns in his heart: "That's good. Setting aside the side issues, just focus on capturing the Origin. Once we swallow this power, our goal for this trip will be achieved."

The three ceased their idle chatter and simultaneously circulated all their spiritual power, increasing their output.

Three vast and overbearing streams of Void Refining power erupted violently, like three ferocious giant pythons, baring fangs and brandishing claws as they lunged towards the Origin light sphere.

Bound tightly by the giant net, the light sphere trembled even more violently, its surface light flickering uncertainly, and the originally smooth patterns continuously twisted, broke, and dissipated.

It desperately supported itself with all its strength, but under the joint suppression of the external enemies, the decline was irreversible; anyone could see that the Origin of this world could not last much longer.

Just at the moment when the outcome was about to be decided, an accident occurred abruptly.

The Origin light sphere suddenly vibrated on its own; this vibration was not caused by external impact, but originated from its own rhythm.

The originally increasingly withered earthy-yellow light suddenly erupted, the radiance vast and majestic, filled with endless vitality.

This was by no means a brief flash of recovery in a desperate situation; rather, it felt like a giant who had slept for countless years finally waking up completely.

On the surface of the light sphere, the broken and twisted patterns were repaired and made whole again; one by one, the patterns moved nimbly, spreading across the entire sphere.

At this moment, the world Origin, which had originally passively endured the erosion, completely changed its posture and began to actively counterattack.

Ming Luo's face sank, his eyes filled with shock and suspicion: "What on earth is going on?"

He immediately increased his spiritual power again, wanting to forcibly suppress the anomaly of the light sphere.

But the Origin power continued to surge, and a strange energy crossed the distant Void Realm, continuously pouring into the light sphere, supplementing its power.

The White-Robed Woman's expression also became completely serious, and she said in a lost voice: "Someone is helping it!"

Her words could not continue; the entire void space shattered with a boom.

Dense black cracks spread in all directions, weaving into a huge black net.

At the edges of the cracks, fine space arcs jumped continuously, crackling—that was the sound of the heaven and earth space being unable to withstand the terrifying power, letting out a moan.

Amidst the shattered space, figures stepped out slowly.

One person, two people, three people... A full six figures appeared one after another.

Six Void Refining auras, settled over ten thousand years of time, soared into the sky, shrouding the entire void; the tyrannical pressure caused the chaotic space around them to tremble slightly.

Following the six people, a seventh figure stepped out.

Moon-white robe, hair tied up, young appearance, Early Nascent Soul Stage.

Compared to the six Void Refining experts, his cultivation was insignificantly low.

But when the White-Robed Woman's gaze landed on him, it paused for a moment.

Because she recognized him—the young man she had killed at the Teleportation Array ruins but who had left nothing behind.

He was not dead.

He was still alive.

And he had brought six people back.

Six Void Refining auras.