579: Chapter 579 Blood Dragon Devours the Heavens, Breaking the Chaos Impasse

"Come."

Shen Yuanmo flicked his fingers and beckoned towards Tuoba Han.

Tuoba Han's sanity almost completely shattered on the spot.

"You reckless thing!"

The Star-Splitting Formation-Breaking Halberd struck through the air, its halberd radiance dragging a million-mile-long dark golden trail behind it.

Where that arc of light passed, the Void Realm split open with dense, spiderweb-like cracks, each one bottomless and dark enough to swallow a person.

Shen Yuanmo turned sideways and threw a punch.

His right fist, wrapped in Chaos Qi, collided head-on with the halberd shaft, the metallic ringing sound spreading across ten million miles.

Tuoba Han changed his moves extremely quickly; pulling the great halberd back, he created an arc of blood-red afterimages, the tail of the halberd sweeping horizontally toward Shen Yuanmo's waist.

Shen Yuanmo did not dodge, instead blocking with his left arm, the Chaos Qi on his arm colliding head-on with the Immortal King weapon.

The flesh on his arm was shaved away by the halberd wind, revealing the dark golden bone underneath.

Chaos Qi surged forward, repairing the damage to his left arm within a single breath.

Shen Yuanmo and Tuoba Han engaged in a world-destroying, close-quarters melee within the Dead Silent Star Sea.

Tuoba Han's every move was ruthless, the great halberd tearing open countless spatial rifts.

Shen Yuanmo, however, moved as if strolling through a courtyard, calmly walking the edge of life and death.

He would occasionally tank a strike just to test the pressure-bearing limits of his Chaos Immortal Body.

After hundreds of rounds of life-and-death collisions.

"Hmm, this one was off. There is a gap in the connection between the third and seventh forms of your halberd technique, at least 0.3 breaths long."

As he spoke, Shen Yuanmo stepped forward, sticking to Tuoba Han's movements, and kneed him in the abdomen.

Tuoba Han blocked horizontally with his halberd, but was sent flying over a hundred miles by the impact.

When he steadied himself, his palms were covered in cold sweat.

No, this was all wrong.

By the hundredth round, the brat's reactions had still been somewhat rough, and the angles of his punches had occasionally deviated.

Although the recovery ability of that Chaos Qi was astonishing, one could still see that it was recovery after taking a hard hit.

But by the nine-hundredth round.

As Tuoba Han slashed down with another halberd strike, Shen Yuanmo's figure vanished before his eyes for half a breath.

By the time he caught the opponent's position, an elbow strike had already landed on his back.

Extremely precise.

It landed exactly in the weakest gap of his shoulder blade while his halberd technique was changing moves.

"Pfft—"

Tuoba Han spat out a mouthful of blood and was blasted thirty thousand miles away.

He stumbled as he turned, his great halberd sweeping horizontally, but it struck nothing but air.

Shen Yuanmo had already retreated two steps and was loosening his elbow joints.

"Alright, I've basically figured out the patterns of your halberd technique. Twenty-three variations, four sets of killer move combinations—interesting, but there are quite a few flaws."

Tuoba Han's face was already deathly pale.

Not from blood loss due to injury, but blanched by fear.

He had cultivated his halberd technique for countless years.

Twenty-three variations and four sets of killer moves were the essence he had polished with his life's work.

Yet this Perfected True Immortal madman had dismantled all of it during a few hundred rounds of close-quarters combat.

"I will kill you!"

Tuoba Han completely lost his composure and backhanded his command flag into the Void Realm.

The Ancient God Abyss Blood Formation on the flag surface began to operate in a cruelly extreme manner.

Inside the warships of the three hundred thousand immortal army, screams erupted almost simultaneously.

It was not a simple extraction of immortal power; Tuoba Han was forcibly extracting the life essence of the three hundred thousand troops.

"Protector Lord—"

"No! My Foundation! My dao foundation is shattering—"

"Help! Someone save..."

Wailing screams echoed from the hundred warships as streams of scarlet blood mist were forcibly dragged out from the bodies of the three hundred thousand immortal Cultivators.

Following the Formation's meridians in the Void Realm, they converged on the Star-Splitting Formation-Breaking Halberd.

The broken crescent blade began to regrow.

The blunt, flat halberd tip gradually became sharp.

Beneath the mottled verdigris and bloodstains, something was vaguely awakening.

A faint, ethereal fluctuation of consciousness emanated from deep within the halberd body.

Weak and blurry, yet carrying unquestionable majesty.

The artifact spirit sleeping within the incomplete Immortal King weapon had been forcibly awakened for a moment by the life essence of three hundred thousand immortal Cultivators.

Tuoba Han's white hair danced in the scarlet light, and his aura had completely transcended the Realm of a Quasi-Immortal King.

That was the genuine aura of an Immortal King.

Even if only for a single breath.

"Abyss Burial Nine Extremes Annihilation!"

The great halberd flew out of his hand.

The moment it left Tuoba Han's palm.

The Star-Splitting Formation-Breaking Halberd swallowed all the life essence offering, emitting a hum that pierced through the galaxy.

The entire halberd body expanded, deformed, and twisted.

A ten-thousand-zhang-long blood-colored demonic dragon formed out of thin air.

Its dragon scales were solidified life essence, its dragon bones were the skeleton of the Immortal King weapon, and burning in its dragon eyes was the murderous intent of the briefly awakened artifact spirit.

Its mouth opened, wide enough to accommodate a medium-sized star.

The meteorites, debris, and stellar remnants remaining in the Dead Silent Star Sea, at the moment the blood dragon opened its mouth to inhale.

All collapsed inward, turning into powder and pouring into that bottomless throat.

The space within a hundred million miles was completely engulfed and crushed by this blood dragon.

All of Shen Yuanmo's paths of retreat were completely sealed off by this strike.

Ahead was the blood dragon, behind was the collapsing Void Realm.

The space on the left and right had been folded and compressed into thin paper.

Even the boundaries of his Chaos Domain showed cracks under the pressure of the blood dragon.

Inside the Chaos Dao Palace, the ship spirit's voice was sharper than ever before.

"My Lord, the energy Rank exceeds the Quasi-Immortal King limit! It has reached the full-strength strike of a true Early Stage Immortal King!"

"Please... please immediately—"

Shen Yuanmo did not answer the ship spirit.

It was time to get serious.

The Chaos Qi vortex in his Dantian began to reverse.

Shen Yuanmo's spine lit up segment by segment with dark golden radiance, burning all the way from his tailbone to his crown.

His feet trod upon nothingness, and with every step, a solid layer of Chaos steps condensed beneath him.

One step, two steps, three steps.

As the third step was taken, the Void Realm behind him exploded into a circular hole.

A million-zhang-tall chaos dao fetus dharma idol slowly stood up from that hole.

The dharma idol had the same face as him, its seated posture stretching out as it rose.

The Chaos-colored dharma idol opened its eyes; there was no light in its pupils, only bottomless gray nothingness.

Those two eyes swept across the battlefield, and wherever they looked, tiny gray spots began to appear on the blood dragon's scales.

But the blood dragon's power was too strong; those gray spots were covered by scarlet life essence as soon as they appeared, the two powers pulling and biting at each other.

Shen Yuanmo pushed the Chaos Myriad Dao Returning Origin Scripture to the limit that his current Realm could withstand.

A muffled protest came from his bones, and his dark golden skeleton bent slightly under the infusion of overloaded Chaos Qi.

He did not care in the least; the limit of the Chaos Immortal Body was far beyond this.

Ten years of hard work refining primordial immortal crystal fragments had given him this confidence.

First Grade Immortal Dao Profundity, Chaos Return to Origin.

The giant hands of the chaos dao fetus dharma idol slowly closed in the Void Realm, the space folded on the left and right sides being the first to be swallowed by the Chaos Qi.

Then came the top and the bottom.

Everything within a range of tens of millions of miles was forcibly pulled away from its original orbit, converging toward the palm of the dharma idol.

Gray points of light converged into streams, streams converged into rivers, and rivers converged into a sea.

Finally, between the closed palms of the dharma idol, a Chaos-colored spear condensed.

The spear body was entirely gray, its surface flowing with indescribable patterns.

Those patterns were not carved; they were traces of dao rhyme naturally formed after the Chaos Qi was extremely compressed.

At the spear tip was a point of extremely bright white, as if an entire galaxy had been compressed to the size of a needle tip.

The ten-thousand-zhang blood dragon, transformed from the Immortal King weapon, felt the threat.

It accelerated; the blood-colored demonic dragon, which had still been devouring surrounding matter to strengthen itself.

At this moment, abandoned all unnecessary movements and charged straight toward Shen Yuanmo.

Its dragon mouth opened wide; in that blood basin of a mouth capable of swallowing ten stars was a darkness from which even light could not escape.

Shen Yuanmo grasped the Chaos spear.

The dharma idol's movements were perfectly synchronized with his, the million-zhang giant hand grasping the million-zhang spear.

Shen Yuanmo's Physical Body grasped the wisp of Chaos thread in his palm that connected to the spear.

His arm pushed forward.

"Go."

Only one word.

The Chaos spear left his hand.

A gray aurora streaked across the center of the Dead Silent Star Sea.

The blood-colored demonic dragon and the Chaos spear met at the very core of the Dead Silent Star Sea.

The moment the collision occurred, there was no light.

Nor was there sound.

All senses failed at that point of contact.

The monitoring Formation of the Ancient God Abyss immortal army was the first to fail.

The Formation cores of one warship after another burned out, and the crystal screens inside the bridges shattered into powder.

Immediately after.

Light came.

Pure white, temperatureless light spread outward from the point of collision.

Where the light curtain swept, all matter lost its color, turning into translucent gray-white.

Then came the shockwave.

It was not a simple energy impact, but a collapse at the level of rules.

The Chaos aftershocks and the baleful energy of the life essence produced by the collision devoured and annihilated each other.

The energy released in this process superimposed repeatedly, forming a self-reinforcing cycle of destruction.

The Ancient Abyss Heavenly Fiend Formation of the three hundred thousand army collapsed in the first breath the shockwave arrived.

The Cultivators fell in droves; some had blood spilling from their mouths and noses, some had their immortal yuan flowing in reverse, and some simply passed out.

Those whose life essence had been forcibly extracted by Tuoba Han were in an even worse state.

Their cultivation Foundations had already been mostly drained, and after this round of backlash, at least thirty percent would never be able to stand up again.

At the center of the collision, space could not withstand the counter-impact of the two extreme forces and began to collapse inward.

A black hole was born.

At first, it was only the size of a fist, but it expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Within ten breaths, it grew to a scale sufficient to swallow a planet.

The surrounding wreckage, debris, and energy aftershocks were all swept into it, and even light bent.

Tuoba Han knelt in the Void Realm.

The Star-Splitting Formation-Breaking Halberd returned to his hand, but the halberd body was covered in spiderweb-like cracks, the crescent blade was damaged again, and the halberd tip was blunt and flat once more.

The artifact spirit that had awakened briefly just now had fallen silent again.

Bloodstains hung from the corner of his mouth, and his hands trembled uncontrollably from exhaustion.

The mana he could use throughout his body was less than twenty percent of his Peak, and his Realm fell from that Peak which had briefly touched the Immortal King level back to Quasi-Immortal.

But he could not care about these things.

All his attention was locked onto the slowly rotating black hole.

That strike should have been enough, right?

Even a true Early Stage Immortal King could not be unscathed in a clash of that level.

Let alone when the opponent was only a Perfected True Immortal.

The blood dragon was the life essence of three hundred thousand troops, the awakening of the incomplete Immortal King weapon's artifact spirit, plus his own full-strength killer move.

It was enough.

It must have been enough.

At the edge of the black hole, something was moving.

Tuoba Han's eyes suddenly narrowed.

A hand reached out from the edge of the black hole's event horizon.

A few wisps of gray airflow were still attached to the finger bones, his sleeves had long been torn apart by the shockwave, revealing a strong, muscular forearm.

Shen Yuanmo walked out of the black hole.

His clothes were tattered, his hair disheveled, and several wounds on his body where the skin had peeled back were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Other than that, there were no other changes.

His aura was even more stable than it had been before the battle.

Shen Yuanmo stood at the edge of the black hole, cracked his neck, and said one sentence to Tuoba Han.

"Warm-up over."

His right hand reached behind his back.

The great evolution immortal slaying sword emitted a low hum from its scabbard.

In the crack in the center of the sword body that led to nothingness, dark light was flowing.