201: Chapter 101: External Interference

The entire land collapsed with a roar, as if pressed down heavily by an invisible giant palm.

The spatial barrier emitted a harsh groan, on the verge of shattering, like ice cracking inch by inch under immense pressure—in the next moment, it seemed everything would fall into eternal Chaos.

However—just at the moment when absolute darkness was about to swallow all things, and even light began to annihilate—

Three vastly different, yet equally majestic, star-awakening, and ancient forces, as if three peerless divine weapons unsheathed after being sealed for billions of years, fiercely tore through the thick, substantial Devilish Qi!

"Zheng—!" A sword hum, clear as ice springs cracking jade, was the first to pierce through heaven and earth.

This was not the sound of metal, but a sound of Origin erupting from the depths of Jian Tanghuang's Dao body.

At first, it was like a trickling cold spring, but in an instant, it transformed into an ancient Phoenix cry that pierced the nine heavens, shaking the sky-filling Devilish Qi to roll back wildly, forcefully clearing a space of several zhang of clarity!

In her eyes, the True Phoenix Treasure Technique had been pushed to the limit. Her originally cold eyes were now filled with a vast, timeless color, overlooking eternity.

The Sword Qi around her body no longer shone brightly, but instead became restrained like a bottomless pool—calm on the surface, but surging with an extreme sharpness capable of severing Karma and destroying Reincarnation deep within.

It seemed that with a single thought, she could split the Heavenly Dao and sever destiny.

She had not even used the fenji sword.

She only joined her fingers into a blade, with a wisp of faint, almost invisible golden-red light wrapped around her fingertips, and gently slashed forward.

An invisible, intangible Sword Intent, yet one that condensed all the true meaning of "slashing" in this world, swept silently through the Void Realm.

There was no earth-shattering momentum, but wherever it passed, the space rippled densely, as if even "nothingness" itself was about to be silently split open by this sword.

On that devilish claw, the billions of roaring vengeful souls and the twisted Laws of destruction intertwined, in front of this Sword Intent, were like residual snow exposed to the scorching sun—unable to even let out a wail, they dissolved and evaporated inch by inch, and were finally completely erased from the level of existence by the Sword Intent.

"Aoo—!!!" The devilish shadow let out a shriek mixed with extreme pain and shock, like ten thousand ghosts weeping together, causing heaven and earth to tremble slightly.

Its massive body spasmed violently, the gray mist churned crazily, and its outline flickered—it had clearly been severely injured.

At the same time—"Roar—!!!" Within Chu Zhanxiao, the True Dragon Precious Technique was explosively pushed to the limit!

A low roar like a prehistoric Vicious Beast awakening, carrying the supreme majesty unique to the True Dragon, actually caused the surrounding Devilish Qi to freeze for an instant!

The Qi and blood around his body boiled like molten lava from the earth's core, and the silver light on his skin turned into a scorching and heavy dark gold, like flowing metallic magma surging and exploding in his Meridians, emitting crackling sounds.

Scorching heat waves rose into the air, and in this dark devilish tide, he forcefully opened up a Domain as hot as purgatory.

His figure grew taller under the infusion of power, his muscles bulging like a coiled old Dragon, and dense, cold metallic Dragon scales appeared on the surface of his skin.

Facing the devilish tentacles that the devilish shadow swept over in a frenzy due to extreme pain—those evil objects as thick as century-old trees, entwined with the power to tear space—Chu Zhanxiao did not dodge or evade, his Battle Intent burning in his eyes, and he punched straight out!

There were no tricks, no techniques. Only the most pure, most primitive, most tyrannical—power explosion!

"Boom—!!!" Wherever the fist arrived, space shattered like a mirror, revealing the violent Chaos turbulence behind it.

These terrifying tentacles, which had condensed Nascent Soul-level Devilish Qi, shattered segment by segment like rotten wood the moment they came into contact with the dark gold fist light!

In the face of the extremely Yang and rigid, majestic Qi and blood, the Devilish Qi didn't even have room to struggle; it was directly evaporated, purified, and turned into wisps of pungent green smoke.

Chu Zhanxiao took a step forward, the Void Realm beneath his feet shook violently, and cracks spread like spider webs. His fists, like meteors against the sky, fiercely blasted towards the main body of the devilish shadow!

Every punch that landed was accompanied by a deafening roar. The shockwave from the collision between the fist light and the Devilish Qi leveled everything around it. The gray mist around the devilish shadow rolled and surged wildly, continuously emitting miserable cries of pain.

At this moment, he was as fierce as a god, with monstrous ferocity—he was a completely different person from before!

And Xuanyuan Zhanxian—stood quietly in place. It was as if the heaven and earth were collapsing and all things were falling, and it had nothing to do with him.

His change was the most restrained and the most profound. In his eyes, the sun, moon, and stars alternated in illusion and extinction, and the earth, water, fire, and wind re-enacted the creation—it seemed that a whole miniature Universe was contained within, slowly operating according to the supreme Law.

There was no earth-shattering energy fluctuation around him, no oppressive sharpness, but it made people involuntarily feel awe... as if they were not facing a flesh-and-blood body, but a supreme Dao Ancestor who held the rules of heaven and earth.

He slowly raised his hand. He did not point to the furious devilish shadow, but pressed it vaguely towards this ancient land that had been soaked in Devilish Qi and had long been dead.

"This place—" he spoke softly, his voice not loud, but carrying the supreme majesty of words following the Law, as if even the Laws of heaven and earth trembled in response to his voice. "Shall have light."

The moment his words fell—with him as the center, a gentle and bright light swept out like a tide, covering the sky and the earth.

This light was not overbearing, but it carried a kind of irresistible, order-reshaping power. It was as soft as the warm sunshine of early spring, but it contained the supreme power to purify all filth and nurture infinite vitality.

Wherever the light passed, the thick Devilish Qi melted away like a receding tide, leaving no trace behind.

The scorched earth, which had been eroded to gray and cracked, actually reappeared with crystal clear spiritual radiance under the nourishment of the light—withered grass sprouted, springs gushed from the cracked earth, as if dead wood had met spring, and a dead world was reignited with the fire of life.

"Screech—!!!" Under the illumination of this light, the devilish shadow let out a shriek unprecedented, mixed with fear that penetrated deep into its bones.

The gray mist around it steamed violently in the light, its massive body began to become unstable, like a shadow exposed to the scorching sun, constantly shrinking and fading, its outline gradually becoming transparent.

"Impossible... This is impossible!!!" The devilish shadow emitted a chaotic and terrified mental fluctuation, crazy as madness, "Ancient forbidden treasure techniques! These Legacies that should have long since gone extinct in the ancient war of gods and demons... How could they reappear in the world of later generations?!"

After a brief shock, it stared fixedly at Xuanyuan Zhanxian and the other two, its turbid devilish pupils filled with unbelievable fear: "Unless... you are the successors of 'that person'..."

Xuanyuan Zhanxian's gaze, like stars fixed for eternity, fell quietly on the violently twisting devilish shadow.

The gentle radiance flowing around his body was like a murmuring stream condensed from moonlight, surrounding the towering phantom of Kunlun, ceaseless and unending.

The light reflected the vast starry sky hidden deep in his eyes—every wisp of light seemed to be telling of the silent persistence and struggle throughout the ages.

"That person?" His voice was as calm as water, but it carried the clang of metal and stone, rippling layer by layer between heaven and earth. The echo, carrying the heaviness from ancient times, easily pierced through the sky-filling gray mist.

"You are speaking of those... who once uprooted you and cast you into the abyss of nothingness, never to be reborn, right?"

The devilish shadow's mental fluctuation suddenly exploded! Like the last bit of candle fire in a strong wind, it swayed crazily, almost extinguishing. The gray mist around its body boiled and rolled, almost condensing into substantial ferocious fangs, roaring and colliding with the Void Realm:

"It is them! It is those damn ants!! They clearly had already Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering in the final battle... even their last bit of true spirit should have been completely swallowed and assimilated by nothingness... How is it possible... How is it possible that there are still Legacies remaining in the world?!"

In its crazy questioning, the fear that went deep into the Origin made the entire ancient battlefield tremble.

"Some existences are far more immortal than Divine Souls."

Jian Tanghuang joined her fingers like a sword, the golden-red divine light flowing on her fingertips was like a vast star fire that would never be extinguished. In the vast twilight of her eyes, a bone-chilling cold that could freeze time and space flashed by:

"For example, the thought of protection carved into the depths of the Bloodline..."

"For example, when facing Outer Realm Devilish Evils like you... that determination to rather be a shattered jade than an intact tile."

"These have long since turned into invisible imprints, deeply engraved in the texture of every breath and every wisp of Dao Law of this world. Passed down from generation to generation, never broken—"

She raised her eyes, and deep in her pupils, it was as if a Phoenix was bathing in fire: "Like the Kunlun Mountains—" "Unchanging through the ages."

The moment her words fell—the Sword Intent around her body exploded, rushing straight to the nine heavens!

It was no longer the restrained calm of before, but transformed into a brilliant beam of light tearing through the sky. The invisible Sword Qi intertwined with gold and red was like ten thousand divine birds singing together, twisting the remaining Devilish Qi into wisps of green smoke.

Inside the beam of light, a ten-thousand-zhang Vermilion Bird phantom flapped its wings and flew out, every feather burning with pure Nanming Li Fire, its clear cry piercing through the Universe!

The remaining Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth, like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea, gathered behind her into a boundless burning phantom of the Firmiana divine forest.

This was the supreme totem of the ancient Divine Phoenix guarding the border of the ten thousand worlds—between the rising flames, flowed the sacred majesty that protected hundreds of millions of living beings.

"Legacy?" Chu Zhanxiao shouted, his roar shaking the sky, and he punched again, forcefully forcing back the monstrous devilish tide that the devilish shadow was counterattacking with. The silver-gold Qi and blood roared on his skin, condensing into a Dragon-shaped battle armor, every scale flashing with the cold majesty of suppressing eternity:

"We don't need anyone's gift!" "We only know that this land raised us and protects hundreds of millions of common people—"

He took a step, shattering the Void Realm, and cracks spread like spider webs. His figure was like an arrow off the string, crashing into the twisted devilish shadow, the moment the dark gold Dragon fist collided with the gray mist—

"It will not tolerate you filthy things—" "Running wild here!!!"

The boundless light of the rising sun, burning away the long night, exploded.

Ten thousand zhang of rosy light tore through the eternal darkness, completely swallowing the devilish shadow.

In the scorching white sea of light, the Ancestral Dragon phantom raised its head and sang, the Dragon majesty vast, actually standing on equal footing with the corrosive power from nothingness. Every time the Dragon claw fell, it tore through large patches of thick gray mist, purifying a piece of heaven and earth.

Xuanyuan Zhanxian stared at the two figures, as determined as ancient martyrs reborn, and slowly closed his eyes.

The gentle light in his palm, however, at this moment, became more surging, more intense—as if tightly grasping the... awakening vitality of the entire world.