116: Abandoned Land

This blood light was manifested by the karma fire red lotus, temporarily lent to them by Styx for the purpose of guidance.

As for Styx, he naturally upheld the spirit of the Dao of Survival, remaining within his own dojo.

According to him, he had once accidentally stumbled into that realm, and was disturbed by the chaotic order there, to the point where his Dao Heart was somewhat unsettled.

That was why he refused to enter together with them this time no matter what.

Regarding this, Qing Wu did not force him.

On the contrary, he felt that this was exactly in line with the style of this old survivor of the Primordial World.

The blood light of the red lotus flickered on and off, guiding the two as they passed through an invisible barrier.

In an instant, the surrounding scene changed abruptly—the viscous scarlet of the Sea of Blood faded away, replaced by a twisted and shattered Void Realm.

Here, there was no distinction between up and down, no difference between heaven and earth; there were only countless fractured fragments of Law drifting in the Void Realm.

Qing Wu reached out to touch a golden fragment that swept past, and a sharp pain immediately radiated from his fingertips.

That fragment actually contained some kind of incomplete Great Dao of Sharp Metal, sharp enough to slice through space.

Caught off guard, it actually managed to slip away.

Subsequently, Qing Wu utilized the Divine Ability of Absolute Restraint he had comprehended from the Ginseng Fruit Tree, drawing the golden fragment into his palm to sense it carefully.

Not far away, Yuanfeng discovered a mass of ghostly blue flames burning quietly.

She could feel the dangerous aura hidden beneath its calm surface.

Looking up, he saw that this place was filled with all sorts of fragments of Law, intertwining and influencing each other, yet reaching a kind of miraculous balance.

This place did not resemble the Primordial World; it was more like an abandoned corner.

Creepy remains were scattered on the ground.

Some were shaped like small mountains, their surfaces covered in scales; others resembled withered wood, yet their branches flowed with a metallic luster.

These were all fragments of the corpses of Chaos Gods and Demons, which had not completely dissolved even after countless years, and were ultimately expelled to this place by the Primordial World.

A huge skeleton, half-buried in the Void Realm, was surrounded by a Chaos storm that never dissipated, grinding any approaching fragments of Law into nothingness.

The blood light of the red lotus trembled violently here, seemingly reacting strongly to this remain.

Qing Wu raised his hand to retrieve the red lotus, his gaze fixed on that corpse of the Chaos God and Demon.

Although dead, its remnant will still existed, filled with resentment towards the Primordial World; no wonder it had to be expelled.

Continuing forward, the scene became increasingly bizarre.

In one area, the flow of time was sometimes fast and sometimes slow; Qing Wu casually scattered a leaf.

One moment it was as fresh as new, and the next, it decayed into ash.

Another area of space was completely disordered, and the blood light of the red lotus became erratic here, sometimes splitting into several streams, and sometimes disappearing completely.

Qing Wu noticed a tiny crack in the space; through the crack, the normal Law of the Primordial World could be vaguely seen.

This place was like a scab on a wound, temporarily separating the Primordial World from the filth of Chaos.

"It seems we have found an incredible place," Qing Wu said softly.

Chaos and order clashed here, while destruction and rebirth alternated here.

This place was both a scar on the Primordial World and the best window to observe the operation of heaven and earth.

The two then proceeded to meditate here.

Chaos is unordered, while the Heavenly Dao has constancy.

Being at the boundary, they could see how the two transformed into each other.

In this land of chaotic Law, the aura of the two appeared exceptionally conspicuous, like two bright lanterns in the dark night.

Their dao rhyme gradually merged, and those free-floating fragments of Law were attracted, beginning to converge towards them.

A metal-attribute fragment crashed into Qing Wu's green light, but was slowly dissolved by the flames, transforming back into pure power of Law.

These fragments of Law left behind by the Chaos Gods and Demons were originally part of the Great Dao, and could also be connected with the Primordial World, only needing to change their form somewhat.

This process was the best time for them to improve their own insights.

As the two converted more and more broken fragments of Law, it naturally attracted the attention of certain existences.

Those remnant wills of the Chaos Gods and Demons perceived that their Laws were being converted, becoming existences with an affinity for the Primordial World.

How could they sit idly by? Originally, only a wisp of remnant will remained, and now even this was being converted away.

The Void Realm trembled, and then, bursts of creepy roars came; it was the remnant wills of the Chaos Gods and Demons roaring in anger.

They were already struggling to survive like a candle in the wind, and at this moment, sensing that their last object of dependence was being converted, they immediately fell into complete madness.

The first to appear was a twisted black shadow, formless and shapeless, yet possessing thousands of sharp claws.

Even the black shadow that composed it was incomplete, with a huge hole in the center; through the opening, one could see the rolling Chaos Qi inside.

Immediately following, more indescribably terrifying existences crawled out from the cracks in the Void Realm.

A giant-eyed monster with only half a skull left...

A deformed body barely pieced together from broken bone fragments...

These remnant wills no longer possessed the majesty of the Chaos Gods and Demons of the past; they were more like the dregs left behind after being killed by Pangu and repeatedly crushed by the Heavenly Dao of the Primordial World.

Some were supported only by a wisp of obsession, others could not even manifest a form, yet they all pounced towards Qing Wu and his companion with deep-seated hatred.

"Ants! How dare you destroy the Foundation of my Great Dao!"

The attacks of these remnant wills had no structure, yet they carried the determination to perish together.

They were burning their final Origin of Chaos, making this fragile space become turbulent and uneasy.

"With just you, you dare to act fierce!"

Qing Wu's mouth twitched; given their current state, they still dared to speak of the Great Dao; they really had no clue about their situation.

In order to settle the battle quickly, and also to preserve this realm for their continued meditation,

Qing Wu directly summoned the God-Slaying Spear, a cold light appearing at the spear tip, and a blood-colored spear shadow cut through the Void Realm, pointing directly at that largest remnant will.

Before it could react, the God-Slaying Spear had already pierced through its broken body.

The baleful qi entwined on the spear shaft erupted instantly, completely shredding this will of the god and demon that had been struggling to survive for countless years.

The remnant will let out a final, unwilling roar, and its huge body collapsed with a bang, turning into spots of light filling the sky.

Qing Wu flicked his wrist, and the God-Slaying Spear traced an arcane trajectory in the air.

Those scattered spots of light were actually drawn together again, transforming into three hundred and sixty-five golden chains, spreading in all directions like a heavenly net.

Using the body of the remnant will of the god and demon to suppress the remaining remnant wills of the gods and demons was just right.

"Suppress!"

Following Qing Wu's soft shout, the golden chains sank into the Void Realm, imprisoning all those restless remnant wills.

The other ends of the chains were deeply embedded into the spatial barrier, using the remaining power of these Chaos Gods and Demons as nutrients, which instead stabilized the structure of this realm.

When the God-Slaying Spear returned to Qing Wu's hand, the spear tip was still holding a wisp of pure Origin of the Chaos God and Demon.

This was the essence refined from the body of that strongest remnant will, untainted by any resentment or balefulness, and it was the perfect medium for comprehending the transformation between Chaos and order.

The surroundings returned to peace, and those suppressed remnant wills turned into stone statues, forever fixed in this space in various struggling postures.