202: Chapter 202 The Great Void Cleansing Mantra

He slowly raised his hand and pointed toward the firmament; wherever his fingertip aimed, the entire Void Realm trembled and wailed.

"Let there be light in this place—"

Ancient maxims awakened with a roar from the depths of the river of time, transforming word by word into tangible golden chains, each link engraved with the awe-inspiring righteousness from when heaven and earth were first created.

The chains coiled like dragons and serpents, carrying the momentum of ten thousand tons of thunder, binding the roiling demonic shadow layer by layer!

"What you fear has never been the forbidden Treasure Technique, nor the precarious Legacy of the World Guardians."

His voice was not loud, yet it rang out like the morning bell at dawn and the evening drum at dusk, piercing through the hoarse roars of the demonic shadow, echoing clearly across every inch of scorched earth and every wisp of wind on the ancient battlefield: "What you truly fear—is the solitary courage of those who, despite this world enduring ten thousand kalpas, are always willing to stand up for those who come after!"

"It is the obsession of billions of living beings who, even knowing they will surely die, still use their bones as fuel and their blood as flame to light the last lamp of their homeland!"

"It is 'existence' itself—the most silent and unyielding resistance against 'Nothingness'!"

Above his palm, the Taiji Diagram rotated slowly.

The Yin and Yang Qi were like two ancient fish, chasing each other's tails in an endless cycle.

A warm yet blinding light spread wildly along the patterns of the Dao, engulfing the demonic shadow and the gray mist surrounding it inch by inch like a monstrous tide!

"Resistance?"

A frantic mockery rose within the demonic shadow's mental fluctuations, sounding like ten thousand ghosts crying in unison: "With just this bit of firefly light, you dare to dream of reversing the sky-toppling momentum?"

"The torrent of Nothingness has already gathered into a sea outside the realm, and an endless army is about to crush this world! You are nothing but insects struggling in vain on a chopping block!"

"I intended to play with you for a while longer to see how many embers of this so-called Legacy remained."

The killing intent in the demonic shadow's eyes condensed into tangible ice picks, and amidst the churning gray mist, countless hideous and twisted faces of resentment appeared, "But you variables... must be annihilated!"

It gripped the air with one withered, claw-like hand—

A bizarre Ten Thousand Soul-Devouring Immortal Banner appeared out of thin air!

"Woo..."

A low, mournful wind suddenly rose, and the temperature of heaven and earth plummeted.

This was not just coldness, but a chill of dead silence originating from the depths of the Divine Soul!

Even space itself seemed to be frozen, emitting a faint, near-shattering moan.

The banner was only a zhang in length, yet it seemed to have swallowed all the blackness in the world.

The body of the banner was cast like thick ink, exuding Death Qi that eroded vitality.

On the face of the banner, billions of Souls were eternally imprisoned—they struggled, wailed, and bit, each silent scream turning into a needle piercing straight into the Divine Soul!

The resentment was so thick it could erode bones and sear hearts!

"Ten Thousand Soul-Devouring Immortal Banner!"

The demonic shadow threw its head back and roared, its voice like a broken gong, extremely frantic: "To be able to die under this banner and suffer the pain of ten thousand Souls devouring your heart is the... supreme honor for you ants!"

"Roar—!!!"

A ghastly, inhuman ghostly howl erupted, drowning out all sounds in the world!

The roar of the Ancestral Dragon and the clear cry of the Vermilion Bird were all crushed by this wave of resentful sound!

Countless tangible malevolent Souls surged out from the banner like a black tide bursting from a bottomless abyss!

They blotted out the sky and sun, dyeing the firmament into an eternal night!

Billions of malevolent Souls gathered into a dark storm that devoured light and corroded the Law; wherever it passed, space was eroded into hissing holes, emitting foul-smelling black smoke.

The Domain of light set up by Xuanyuan Zhanxian, that warm and resilient radiance, was now like a candle in the wind, crazily eroded by this extreme resentment, rapidly dimming—as if it would be completely extinguished the next moment!

This was not just an energy impact, but a curse on the Divine Soul that struck directly at the Origin!

Even those with heaven-reaching cultivation and an immortal Divine Soul, once tainted by these malevolent Souls soaked in ancient resentment, would have their Divine Soul torn apart inch by inch, eventually becoming a new Soul forever wailing within the banner!

Jian Tanghuang's pupils shrank suddenly.

In the depths of her eyes, she saw countless twisted and writhing hideous faces of malevolent spirits—like staring into the abyss itself.

The True Phoenix Treasure Technique surged wildly through her Meridians, and golden-red divine flames soared from her body, illuminating the gloomy sky into brilliance, as if molten gold at sunset!

A clear sword hum resonated again, and the invisible Sword Intent wove into an airtight net to protect her; as the sword light swept past, like a hot knife through butter, it slashed and destroyed the incoming malevolent Souls in droves!

However, there were too many malevolent spirits.

As numerous as the sands of the Ganges, endless and continuous.

The resentment carried by every malevolent spirit was as condensed as ancient black ice.

Her Sword Intent, which had originally cut through everything, felt sluggish for the first time—as if trapped in a boundless, viscous mire, becoming increasingly stagnant in its operation!

On the other side, Chu Zhanxiao roared like thunder, his voice shaking the Void Realm!

A silver-gold pillar of blood Qi surged from his crown to the heavens, like a spine propping up heaven and earth!

His extremely Yang and rigid blood Qi was the nemesis of Yin Souls; his fist wind was vast, his Protective Aura like a raging sea, and large swaths of malevolent Souls collapsed upon contact, like snow meeting boiling soup, wailing as they dissolved into black smoke!

But this Ten Thousand Soul-Devouring Immortal Banner seemed to be connected to an endless abyss of resentful Souls.

No sooner had he cleared one area than ten or a hundred times more malevolent spirits, like a bursting river of the underworld, surged toward him again!

They threw themselves at him wave after wave, consuming Chu Zhanxiao's massive blood Qi with absolute madness.

The extreme cold Death Qi was already like maggots on rotting bones, strands of it piercing through the scorching blood Qi barrier and seeping into his Meridians, causing fine, pale frost to condense on his body—even on those fists that had once shattered mountains, the brilliant radiance was visibly dimming!

"Futile struggle!"

The demonic shadow stood behind the banner, its figure appearing and disappearing in the churning gray mist, emitting a ferocious laugh like a night owl: "This banner has absorbed the endless resentment of the ancient battlefield; its Soul Power is infinite and inexhaustible! I want to see how long you ants can hold out?!"

The dark Soul tide, like a giant wave of world-ending destruction, roared and churned, about to completely engulf the three figures still struggling to hold on—

"Woo—!"

Just at this critical moment, the sound of a flute, like tearing silk and piercing clouds, exploded without warning from the distant horizon!

Where the sound originated, a green figure stepped on the breeze, transforming into a stream of light like a retrograde meteor, tearing through the darkness-shrouded sky and speeding over!

The newcomer held a jade flute, pointing it diagonally toward the firmament.

The flute melody flowed, transforming into thousands of crystal-clear, incomparably sharp blades of rhythm, precisely cutting into the most ferocious front of the Soul tide, shredding those most hideous malevolent spirits into black mist that scattered across the sky!

At first, the flute sound carried a touch of the refreshing moisture of the southern misty rain, as if spring rain brushed over new willows, carrying a strange power of comfort.

Immediately after, the tone shifted abruptly—turning into the sharp, killing sound of metal, horses, and fierce battles on the battlefield!

Thousands of sound blades erupted, pouring down like a violent storm!

Wherever the sound waves reached, the malevolent spirits let out even more ghastly wails, shattering inch by inch in the invisible vibration and returning to Nothingness!

"Using rhythm to control the Law and cleanse evil spirits? Just a petty trick; another one here to die!"

The demonic shadow's scarlet eyes locked onto the speeding green figure, its killing intent almost freezing into frost.

It frantically shook the Ten Thousand Soul-Devouring Immortal Banner in its hand, and the billions of faces on the banner wailed in unison; the sound waves mixed with resentment, shaking the Soul and capturing the spirit!

More malevolent Souls, like an enraged black tide, turned their direction and blotted out the sky, rushing toward the green figure, determined to tear this reckless spoiler into pieces!

However, the green figure's movement technique was as nimble as smoke and as elegant as a butterfly among flowers, moving freely through the sky-filling malevolent spirits, appearing as leisurely as a stroll in a courtyard!

The jade flute in hand would point, lift, slash, or lead; every subtle movement matched the rhythm of heaven and earth.

The flute sound was sometimes high-pitched like the cry of a Phoenix from the Nine Heavens, clear and impassioned; where the sound waves passed, the malevolent spirits shivered as if their throats were gripped by an invisible force; at other times, it was low like the gurgling of a hidden spring, gentle and lingering, yet containing the vast power to cleanse all filth in the silence!

Where the sound waves cleansed, the surging dark Soul tide was forced back and torn apart, opening up a brief path leading directly to the core battlefield!

Even more chilling was that this strange flute sound seemed to ignore all obstacles, reaching directly into the depths of the Divine Soul.

Even the demonic shadow hiding behind the gray mist felt a trace of imperceptible stagnation in its own mental fluctuations—the movement of driving the banner even slowed by half a beat!

"What a bizarre Dao of rhythm!"

The demonic shadow felt a shiver in its heart, and for the first time, it felt a trace of genuine wariness toward these beings it had regarded as ants!

Almost at the moment the demonic shadow was surprised—

"Boom—rumble—!"

A deafening spear roar, like a sudden explosion of Divine Thunder from the Nine Heavens, resounded throughout the universe!

Second Prince Wu Yuanchen strode through the air with the gait of a dragon and a tiger.

Clad in radiant golden armor and holding a gleaming gilded divine spear, wherever the spear tip pointed, divine light burst forth like the rising sun, brilliant and fierce, instantly dispersing large swaths of darkness!

His voice was like a great bell, shaking the surroundings:

"Disciple of the Great Wu Dynasty, heed my command! Heaven and earth are in trouble, our homeland is invaded, follow this Prince—kill the enemy!"

"Kill—!!"

Behind him, dozens of Great Wu Prodigies responded in unison, their voices merging like a landslide or tsunami!

Divine light surged around everyone, and blades, spears, swords, halberds, Magic Treasures, and Divine Abilities gathered like a river of stars flowing backward, forming an indestructible golden torrent that crashed into the densest part of the Soul tide!

The approaching malevolent spirits were like ice and snow thrown into an eternal furnace, emitting one last ear-piercing shriek before completely dissolving and disintegrating, Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering!

At the same time, Yun Zhi tapped her slender feet lightly on the Void Realm, her figure drifting over like a Goddess from the Nine Heavens.

Her face was calm, and her plain hands flew, weaving a series of profound and ancient hand seals.

Thousands of runes shimmering with the power of purification flowed from her fingertips, like brilliant fireflies in a river of stars, swirling and flying, illuminating the surroundings with a sky full of rosy clouds, holy and peerless!

"Taixu Spirit-Cleansing Incantation."

The cold shout carried a power that soothed the heart.

A soft and pure holy white light bloomed quietly from her palm, like ripples spreading on the water, layer upon layer, diffusing gently and firmly in all directions!

Wherever the white light reached, the darkness retreated like a tide, and the evil spirits melted like spring snow!

The malevolent spirits enveloped by the holy light saw the frantic, violent red in their eyes gradually fade, and a moment of bewilderment and long-lost peace appeared on their hideous, twisted faces—as if they had finally gained a breath of respite from the shackles of ancient resentment.

Subsequently, their figures turned into specks of glowing white light, dancing like fireflies in the wind, finally returning to heaven and earth, dissipating into nothingness!