463: Under the Dao Slash, a half-step Mahayana cultivator perished.

When Shen Yuanmo's words "it's my turn" echoed through the Void Realm,

Li Xuancang's face, already pale from heavy injuries, instantly lost all color.

He had lived for hundreds of thousands of years, yet he had never felt like this before.

It was a tremor originating from primal instinct, the despair of an ant looking up at the firmament, facing the judgment of a god.

The young man before him was simply an existence beyond his understanding.

Middle Stage of Dao Integration, monstrous Prodigy—none of these labels were enough to describe him.

Run!

This thought screamed frantically in Li Xuancang's mind.

But he knew he couldn't escape.

In the face of that strange Chaos Domain, any method of spatial shifting was merely a joke.

Since there was no way to retreat, they would perish together.

In Li Xuancang's turbid eyes, the last trace of reason was replaced by madness; extreme fear gave birth to a primitive ferocity.

He stared fixedly at Shen Yuanmo, and within his aging body, the final flame of life erupted.

"Junior! You forced me to this!"

A roar, hoarse to the extreme, shook the heavens and earth.

Boom!

A shocking blood-red crack suddenly split open between Li Xuancang's brows.

His already withered dao body, at this moment, was like ignited rotten wood, burning fiercely and transforming into pure Origin power.

Within the Dantian Sea of Qi, that similarly decaying Half-step Mahayana Nascent Soul

Let out an unwilling cry of sorrow, then disintegrated and merged into this burning torrent.

Even his Divine Soul turned into fuel.

dao body, Nascent Soul, Divine Soul!

Everything a Half-step Mahayana powerhouse possessed burned without reservation in this instant, transforming entirely into his final and strongest strike.

"Xuanhuang Finger!"

He gathered his lifelong cultivation, his entire understanding of the Mystic Yellow Great Dao, and his final life and Divine Soul into the index finger he raised.

He pointed his finger.

There was no earth-shattering roar, no world-destroying fluctuations.

At this moment, the entire South Heaven Immortal City instantly fell into a deathly silence.

All colors between heaven and earth paled under this finger, leaving only a single, pure, earthy-yellow finger-glow.

Within that finger-glow was the heaviness of the earth and the end of all things, carrying a deathly stillness that stripped away all vitality.

The moment the Xuanhuang Finger appeared, it crossed ten thousand miles of the Void Realm and descended before Shen Yuanmo.

Fast as a thunderclap!

Incredibly ruthless!

Powerful to the extreme!

"Ah—"

Inside South Heaven Immortal City, countless Cultivators let out shrill screams the moment they saw that finger-glow.

They discovered in horror that their life force was draining uncontrollably, being drawn away across the distance by that finger-glow.

Their Divine Souls felt as if they were being torn from their Physical Bodies and cast into that eternal deathly stillness.

Just taking a single look from afar felt as if they would be assimilated by it and return to nothingness.

"This... this is the true power of a Half-step Mahayana's desperate strike!"

Above the Nangong Bo's manor, Nangong Bo's pupils contracted to the extreme.

His body was tense, and he pushed his protective divine light to its limit just to barely withstand that lethal attraction.

His mind was shaken, and he frantically calculated in his heart.

There was only one conclusion.

If he were to face this finger, even if he didn't die,

He would absolutely be heavily injured on the spot, his dao foundation would crumble, and he would never have another chance to advance.

If even he was like this, then that Shen Mo... he was finished!

The same thought rose in everyone's hearts.

However, Shen Yuanmo, who was at the center of the killing blow, had no change in expression from beginning to end.

He remained just as calm, just as indifferent.

It was as if that Xuanhuang Finger, which could make even a Half-step Mahayana change color and burn everything, was nothing more than a child's play.

He simply slowly raised the great evolution immortal slaying sword in his hand.

The great evolution immortal slaying sword looked unremarkable, dull and without light, not even as good as an ordinary Magical Artifact.

But when it was raised, it seemed to become the only thing in this world.

Shen Yuanmo's gaze bypassed the finger-glow that was close at hand and fell upon Li Xuancang behind it, whose body was rapidly turning to ash.

He slashed down lightly with his sword toward the finger-glow and toward Li Xuancang behind it.

No Move, no incantation.

Only a single, nonchalant phrase escaped his lips.

"Dao Slash."

Hum!

An almost imperceptible grey Sword Qi extended from the blade of the great evolution immortal slaying sword.

It was very thin, as thin as a strand of hair.

It was very faint, so faint it seemed it might dissipate into the air at any moment.

It had no startling Aura; it just silently met the Xuanhuang Finger that condensed everything Li Xuancang had.

The two collided fiercely!

Nangong Bo and the others had already instinctively closed their eyes, preparing to welcome the terrifying explosion that could tear the sky apart.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

The expected storm of destruction did not arrive.

The world was in a deathly silence.

Everyone opened their eyes in uncertainty.

Then, they saw a scene they would never forget for the rest of their lives, a scene that even overturned their understanding of cultivation from hundreds of thousands of years.

They saw that world-destroying Xuanhuang Finger at the moment it touched that sliver of grey Sword Qi.

There was no explosion, no annihilation; instead, it abruptly dissipated.

The heavy Laws, the Mystic Yellow dao charm, and the burning Origin contained within the Mystic Yellow finger-glow—

All were decomposed, returned, and completely erased before that grey Sword Qi.

Yet that grey Sword Qi remained unscathed, its color not even fading in the slightest.

It passed straight through the place where the finger-glow had vanished and, with a speed that seemed slow but was actually impossible to dodge, slashed toward Li Xuancang in the rear.

Pfft.

A soft sound.

The grey Sword Qi sank into Li Xuancang's burning and disintegrating body.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Li Xuancang's body froze in mid-air.

His frantically burning Aura came to a screeching halt.

That face, twisted and hideous from sacrificing everything, instantly froze.

In its place was extreme confusion and fear that reached deep into his bones.

He looked down at his unblemished chest.

There was no pain, no wound.

But he could clearly feel that something more important than life was being forcibly stripped from his existence.

It was the bridge he had painstakingly cultivated for hundreds of thousands of years to communicate with heaven and earth.

It was the Foundation he relied on for existence as a Half-step Mahayana.

It was his Great Dao!

His connection with the Great Dao of heaven and earth had been completely severed by this single sword strike.

"My... Great Dao..."

Li Xuancang squeezed those words out of his throat with difficulty, his voice filled with unprecedented vacancy and hollowness.

The light in his deep eyes quickly dimmed, finally turning into a deathly greyish-white.

The next moment.

Crack... Starting from between his brows, fine cracks appeared on his dao body.

The cracks quickly spread to his entire body.

Then, under the terrified gazes of the millions of Cultivators in South Heaven Immortal City,

This Half-step Mahayana Old Ancestor, who had lived for a hundred thousand years and was the Li Family's final trump card, was like a sand statue weathered for billions of years.

He disintegrated inch by inch.

He turned into points of light dancing across the sky, dissipating between heaven and earth.

Body and soul entirely extinguished!

A generation's Half-step Mahayana powerhouse, the Li Family's last hope,

Had fallen.

The world was in a deathly silence.

Only that young figure remained, standing with sword in hand, his expression indifferent, as if he had merely crushed a slightly stronger ant.