507: Mutant monsters, resources for immortal cultivation

Having ventured a thousand li into the Burial Ground of Immortals,

the surrounding scenery had completely detached itself from the realm of common sense.

Beneath his feet was no longer continuous land, but rather fragmented islands of varying sizes, quietly suspended in the Void Realm.

There were no rivers, lakes, or seas, only some bizarre, shimmering streams meandering between the islands.

A closer look revealed that what flowed within those streams was not water, but chaotic Fragments of Time.

At times they reflected phantasmal images of Ancient Gods and Demons locked in battle, at others they refracted residual visions of future stars collapsing.

In the sky above, the Blood-Red Moons had multiplied, each one incomplete, casting a light imbued with a profound, bone-chilling deathly silence and ill omen.

The Laws here were chaotic to the extreme.

One moment, one might feel the scorching Law of Fire; the next step taken could envelop one in the soul-freezing Law of Extreme Cold.

Shen Yuanmo traversed this bizarre and kaleidoscopic forbidden land, his expression showing not the slightest change.

His Chaos Domain automatically protected a three-foot radius around him, smoothing out and assimilating all chaotic, harmful Law energies, rendering him impervious to all methods and undisturbed by all Daos.

He was like a sightseer strolling through his own backyard, calmly examining the ruined tapestry left behind after the fall of True Immortals.

Just as he stepped onto a floating island spanning a hundred li, a sudden anomaly occurred.

Without any warning, without a single ripple of energy.

From within the island's massive shadow, a pitch-black afterimage abruptly erupted, tearing through the silent Void Realm, violently thrusting towards the vital point at Shen Yuanmo's back.

Fast!

Fast to the extreme!

The speed of this strike had already surpassed the limitations of space and time.

An ordinary Mahayana Saint Lord wouldn't even have a chance to react before being instantly impaled.

It was a monster entirely composed of a certain pitch-black crystal, resembling a giant scorpion magnified billions of times.

Its eight legs were like heavenly blades, its carapace covered in profound yet ruined patterns. A terrifying aura comparable to the Mahayana Middle Stage erupted from its body.

Most deadly was its high-raised stinger.

At the tip of the stinger, a wisp of grey energy flow, the size of a needle's point, lingered.

It was not Spiritual Qi, nor was it a Law, but a higher-level power—a fragment of immortal dao rules.

A fragment of immortal dao rules filled with the concepts of decay, termination, and annihilation.

Once tainted by it, a Cultivator's dao body, Divine Soul, and even their Dao Foundation would have all vitality erased in an instant, turning to dust.

Facing this absolute killing strike, Shen Yuanmo didn't even turn his head.

He merely took an extremely casual step to the left.

But this single step seemed to traverse different dimensions of space and time.

Ssshh—

The fatal stinger capable of instantly killing a Saint Lord narrowly grazed the hem of his garment and plunged into the Void Realm before him.

There was no earth-shattering roar, only a ten-thousand-zhang area of space.

The moment the stinger pierced it, the space silently annihilated and collapsed, turning into nothingness.

"Interesting."

Shen Yuanmo finally turned sideways, his gaze falling upon this Aberrant Demonic Creature. A golden divine light flashed deep within his eyes.

Insight into Origin, activate!

In an instant, the essence of this monster was completely deconstructed in his vision.

"Not a living creature, but a Law aggregate polluted by fragments of immortal dao rules. Its core is a tattered strand of immortal dao rules."

He murmured softly to himself, a trace of understanding in his voice.

This thing was merely a malformed creature born from the combination of the chaotic Laws here and the immortal dao rules.

"Roar!"

Having missed its strike, the crystal giant scorpion seemed momentarily stunned before falling into an even more frenzied state.

A chaotic light flashed in its emotionless compound eyes as it abruptly opened its massive maw filled with sharp teeth.

Whoosh—

A grey breath capable of freezing Laws and solidifying spacetime surged from its mouth, enveloping Shen Yuanmo like a shroud.

Wherever the grey breath passed, be it the floating islands or the flowing chaotic time streams,

everything was instantly frozen, turning into grey, lifeless sculptures, all dao rhyme and vitality forcibly stripped away.

A hundred-li radius transformed into a dead zone.

However, Shen Yuanmo simply calmly extended his right hand.

In his palm, a tiny Chaos Vortex slowly materialized—profound, dark, as if connected to the Universe's ultimate abyss.

The grey breath, potent enough to freeze a Mahayana Saint Lord and even solidify Laws, upon contact with the Chaos Vortex,

was like rivers returning to the sea, completely devoured without stirring the slightest ripple.

The 'Chaos Myriad Dao Returning Origin Scripture' operated on its own.

These overwhelmingly tyrannical energies were effortlessly decomposed and purified by the chaos dao embryo, transformed into the most refined nourishment.

"The energy is quite pure. It's good nourishment." Shen Yuanmo offered his evaluation.

This remark seemed to thoroughly enrage the demonic creature that was driven solely by instinct.

Unable to comprehend why its Divine Ability had failed, its frenzied killing instinct took complete control.

Boom!

It moved all eight legs simultaneously, its massive body transforming into a black lightning bolt that tore through heaven and earth.

Carrying terrifying force capable of shattering stars, it charged ferociously towards Shen Yuanmo!

Its crystal carapace, comparable to an eighth-grade Dao Artifact, ignited with pitch-black demonic flames from the high-speed friction, its imposing might terrifying.

This time, Shen Yuanmo neither dodged nor evaded.

He even retracted the Chaos Vortex in his palm.

He simply stood there quietly, watching the black lightning bolt rapidly enlarge in his field of vision.

At the moment the crystal giant pincer was about to touch his body, he raised his fist.

A fist that looked fair, slender, and utterly ordinary.

Then, he threw a punch.

No fluctuations of magic power, no glow of Divine Abilities.

Only pure, primitive, extreme physical strength.

The power of the Chaos Dao Body.

Crack!

An extremely crisp shattering sound abruptly rang out in this deathly silent world.

The sound was like the most perfect crystal jade being smashed by an iron hammer.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

The Aberrant Demonic Creature's frenzied charging posture froze mid-air.

On its crystal carapace, its pride capable of withstanding eighth-grade Dao Artifacts,

centered around Shen Yuanmo's fist, a web of spider-like cracks appeared.

The cracks spread across its entire body in an instant.

Bang!

The next moment, this once-overbearing Aberrant Demonic Creature,

its entire massive body, like a punctured bubble, exploded with a roar, transforming into a sky full of swirling pitch-black crystal powder.

The frenzied energy contained within its body, upon contact with the Chaos Dao power attached to Shen Yuanmo's fist,

was completely ground away and assimilated, not a single wisp able to escape.

One punch, instant kill.

Amidst the swirling crystal powder, only one thing remained.

It was a Grey Crystal Core the size of a fist, quietly suspended in the air, emitting a pure and ancient aura.

Within it was contained a complete fragment of immortal dao rules and a wisp of Immortal Dao Origin Energy.

Shen Yuanmo flicked his finger, and the Grey Crystal Core flew into his hand.

Sensing the vast and pure power within the core, a ripple finally stirred within the calm of his eyes.

He raised his head, his gaze sweeping over this perilous, yet treasure-filled broken world.

"The dangers here, for me..."

"are all Opportunities."

As his words fell, his Divine Thought spread out like a tide, no longer cautiously exploring.

Instead, with the attitude of a hunter, he actively searched for the prey lurking within this land.

What was a near-certain death for others, for him, had clearly become a grand buffet.