495: Dao slays the Holy Monarch, Mahayana cultivators perish.

Between heaven and earth, there was a deathly silence.

The wreckage of the fallen giant ships burned with final embers on the wasteland, black smoke rising like a Dragon straight into the clouds.

The chaotic light and shadows left behind after the thousands of lotuses withered still flickered in the Void Realm, as if they were a silent elegy for the tens of thousands of lost lives.

The Zixiao Holy Lord stood there blankly, looking at everything below.

He watched those Elders and Disciples who had once looked down upon the Central Continent with him, now turned into lifeless mummified corpses.

It was over.

Everything was over.

"Devil... You are a devil crawled out from the Nine Netherworlds!!!"

A shrill, distorted roar broke this deathly silence.

The remaining dozen or so Zixiao Grand Elders completely collapsed at this moment.

They looked at Shen Yuanmo, their eyes no longer filled with fear, but a kind of madness from being pushed to a dead end, seeking to perish together with the enemy.

"Kill!!!"

"Fight him to the death! Martyr ourselves for the Holy Land!"

"I have cultivated for hundreds of thousands of years; today, I shall let you, this Devil Head, witness the bloody courage of our generation of Cultivators!"

They were no longer high and mighty Half-step Mahayana, but a group of madmen who had lost everything.

Each of them had their hair and beards flared out, with crimson lines of blood flowing from their seven orifices, as they unhesitatingly ignited their remaining Origin and Divine Soul.

In an instant, a dozen or so rays of light, extremely dim yet utterly resolute,

Turned into a dozen meteors, charging fiercely toward that indifferent figure in the Void Realm in a self-destructive manner.

This was the final death-defying strike of their lives.

However, Shen Yuanmo did not even spare them a glance.

His gaze passed through those dozen or so charging figures and landed on the Zixiao Holy Lord.

"Now, only you are left."

The calm voice, devoid of any emotion, was like a heavy hammer that shattered the last trace of sound between heaven and earth.

As his voice fell, Shen Yuanmo slowly raised his right hand and gently made a grasping motion in the Void Realm before him.

Buzz—!

A slight sword hum sounded as if it came from ancient times, yet also as if it rang deep within everyone's Divine Soul.

A sword appeared in his hand.

It was an ancient longsword, dark all over with no light flowing on it; the blade was narrow and long, its style simple to the extreme.

The only unique feature was a tiny black crack in the very center of the blade that seemed capable of swallowing even light.

That was not a carved pattern, but a real, existing crack leading to nothingness.

Natal Dao Sword, great evolution immortal slaying sword!

The moment the great evolution immortal slaying sword appeared.

An indescribable Sword Intent quietly and wordlessly swept across the entire world.

It was a supreme Sword Intent that severed Karma, ended all things, and returned everything to Chaos.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

There were no screams, no collisions.

Those dozen or so Zixiao Elders who had ignited everything and charged like mad demons.

When they were still a hundred zhang away from Shen Yuanmo, their figures suddenly froze.

Immediately after, their Physical Bodies, along with their burning Origin and Divine Soul, were cut billions of times as if by an invisible, sharpest blade.

In the air, they silently turned into clouds of brilliant and tragic blood mist.

The supreme Sword Intent emanating from the great evolution immortal slaying sword was enough to strangle Half-step Mahayana who had ignited their Origin.

Inside and outside the Heaven-Reaching City, the billions of Cultivators, including all the top powerhouses like Old Imperial Uncle Tianyan, felt as if their Divine Souls were frozen at this moment.

Just by looking at that sword, they had the illusion that their own Dao was about to be severed and they themselves were about to be slain.

The Zixiao Holy Lord's body began to tremble violently.

The moment the great evolution immortal slaying sword appeared, he knew he didn't even have a chance to escape.

That supreme Sword Intent had already locked onto him.

"Heh... Heh..."

The Zixiao Holy Lord's throat made a sound like a broken bellows, and in his eyes, the final deathly stillness was replaced by an even more extreme madness.

He did not want to die!

He was the Holy Lord of a sect, a Mahayana Saint Lord, a supreme existence who looked down upon the ups and downs of the Central Continent.

He could not be crushed to death so humiliatingly, like an ant.

"Aaaaaah—!!!"

The Zixiao Holy Lord let out the final and most unwilling roar of his life.

He did not choose to run, but instead ignited everything he had left as a Mahayana Saint Lord—the less than ten percent of magic power, Divine Soul, and Origin remaining after being swallowed by the Chaos lotus—all in an instant!

The Zixiao Holy Lord's Physical Body quickly shriveled, his purple hair turned to ash, and blood-tears flowed from his eyes.

He sacrificed everything he had to the Zixiao Dao that had long since merged into his bones and blood.

Ultimately, all the power, all the resentment and malice,

Converged at the Zixiao Holy Lord's fingertip into a point of extreme, deep purple light that was almost black.

That light did not emit any pressure, yet it caused the surrounding space to show signs of collapse and annihilation.

"Zixiao..."

With his last bit of strength, he roared the name that represented his lifelong glory and ultimate destruction.

"Fi...nal...ity!!!"

Swoosh!

A purple light spear, condensed to the extreme and containing everything in a Mahayana Saint Lord's life,

Tore through the Void Realm, ignored the distance, and pierced toward Shen Yuanmo's forehead in a resolute stance.

However, facing this strike that condensed everything in a Mahayana Saint Lord's life,

Shen Yuanmo's expression still did not change in the slightest.

He simply held that dark great evolution immortal slaying sword, facing the incoming light spear and the exhausted figure behind it.

He casually gave a light swing forward.

At the same time, two words escaped his lips.

"Dao Slash."

There was no sword light, no collision of Laws, and certainly no world-shaking explosion.

A faint, almost non-existent gray sword mark flashed and vanished in the air.

It seemed not to exist in this time and space, directly crossing Karma and ignoring that purple light spear which was enough to annihilate everything.

It struck directly upon the Zixiao Holy Lord's body.

At this moment, time seemed to have been paused.

The Zixiao Holy Lord's figure was frozen in mid-air.

The madness, unwillingness, and malice on his face were also permanently fixed.

In the next instant.

All the presence on the Zixiao Holy Lord's body—the supreme Divine Might belonging to a Mahayana Saint Lord, the resolute Aura of burning his Origin, the Zixiao dao rhyme merged into his blood and bones... everything dissipated entirely at this moment.

Like mist, like a bubble.

Immediately after, the Zixiao Holy Lord's already shriveled Physical Body began to disintegrate inch by inch.

In just a single breath's time.

The Zixiao Holy Lord, this Mahayana Saint Lord who once controlled a Holy Land and dominated the Central Continent,

Just like that, under the gaze of billions of living beings, noiselessly vanished between heaven and earth.

Both body and soul were completely extinguished.

Not even a trace of his existence was left behind.

The wind blew gently.

It was as if this person had never appeared.

Heaven and earth were in a deathly silence.

Inside and outside the Heaven-Reaching City, those billions of gazes were all frozen upon that figure standing with his sword.

Pointing out with one finger, shattering a supreme treasure.

With one thought, flowers bloomed, burying ten thousand armies.

With one swing of the sword, a Mahayana Saint Lord fell!

Old Imperial Uncle Tianyan's will projection fluctuated violently.

His state of mind, which had lived through endless ages, rarely gave birth to emotions of shock and fear.

The Yaoguang Saintess's beautiful face was pale, and her delicate body trembled slightly.

Looking at that figure, the last trace of the thought of catching up in her heart also completely turned to dust.

Under everyone's gaze, Shen Yuanmo slowly put away the great evolution immortal slaying sword.

His calm gaze swept across the nine war-giant ships below that had turned into scrap metal, and across the field of mummified corpses.

Finally, his vision turned toward the distant horizon.

That direction was where the mountain gate of the Zixiao Holy Land was located.