250: Chapter 250 Void Annihilation

Every word was like a heavy drumbeat, striking hard against the heart of every Cultivator in the Southern Region Coalition, causing their minds to shake violently, their faces to turn deathly pale, and their bodies to tremble involuntarily.

"One, get out of the Southern Region immediately, swear an oath to the Dao, and never step foot in the Southern Region again for all eternity."

"Only then can today's matter be dropped."

Get out of the Southern Region! Never step foot here again! These conditions were suffocatingly harsh!

A tumultuous storm raged in the hearts of the Cultivators present, their expressions shifting constantly like a painter's palette.

If they retreated today, not only would they lose all face and become the laughingstock of the entire cultivation world, but the landscape of the Southern Region would be completely rewritten, and their Sects would be forever nailed to the pillar of shame—their very lineages might even decline or be annihilated because of it!

But if they did not retreat...

Everyone's gaze turned involuntarily toward the three hunched figures behind Patriarch Tian Yuanzi.

These three figures remained blurry, as if they had merged with heaven and earth, yet their "gaze" seemed to shroud the entire battlefield, inspiring awe and despair in people's hearts.

They made no movements and emitted no pressure, yet their very existence was like three primordial divine mountains that had slumbered for eons; simply revealing a corner was enough to make the Void Realm moan, force the Law to retreat, and render any resistance futile.

Beside Patriarch Tian Yuanzi, the emerald-gold Qi around Chu Changsheng flickered, like a burning flame that grew brighter and brighter, illuminating his young and resolute face.

His eyes were as sharp as knives, flashing with a scorching light. The Battle Intent within him did not dissipate due to the arrival of powerful reinforcements; instead, it grew even more intense, like a volcano about to erupt—he longed to rush forward immediately, engage the enemy in a fierce battle, and cut down all his foes!

Emperor Wu Tianba's tiger-like body shook with a boom. The Golden Dragon patterns on his imperial robe shone brilliantly due to the surge of Spiritual power, the scales seeming to come alive as they flowed with a daunting golden light across his body.

Beside him, Jian Xiaotian's long sword pointed diagonally at the sky. His Sword Qi soared into the heavens like a cyan lightning bolt tearing through the clouds, intertwining with the Auras of the other Sect giants like chains, interlocking link by link—tightly locking down the Southern Region Coalition's last line of defense.

Even though the terror of Xuantian Sect's trump cards far exceeded their imagination, causing their minds to shake and their blood to surge, the resilience of these leaders did not collapse.

As their eyes met, that desperate will to survive despite being in a hopeless situation did not dissipate. Instead, it twisted into a tougher, colder rope in the midst of the desperate situation, every strand soaked with a reckless determination—tightly maintaining the crumbling Southern Region Coalition Formation.

Patriarch Tian Yuanzi stood in the Void Realm, his white robes as pristine as snow, his sleeves fluttering. His expression remained as calm as water, as if nothing in the world could stir the slightest ripple in his heart.

He did not rush them, just waiting quietly, as if the choice before them—which concerned the Southern Region's century-long landscape and the lives of countless Cultivators—was merely an insignificant trifle to him—like watching a fleeting farce.

Behind him, the phantom of the primordial jianmu slowly unfurled its branches and leaves. Between the verdant leaf veins flowed the clear radiance of the beginning of Grandmist. Each unfurling leaf seemed to cradle a revolving star, emitting a vast and heavy Aura that reverberated slowly in the Void Realm like an ancient bell.

This Aura resonated faintly with the primordial charm emanating from the three ancient existences. A "power" originating from the beginning of creation, like a primordial beast that had slumbered for eons awakening, was slowly and unstoppably gathering—filling the entire Void Realm with the oppressive feeling of a coming storm, as if the heavens and earth would collapse in the next second.

In the ranks of the Southern Region Coalition, the commotion began to spread like a plague, gradually diffusing from the low-level Cultivators at the rear to the middle and front, sweeping through like a tide.

Those Cultivators with only Early Stage Mahayana cultivation had faces as pale as paper, devoid of color, their hands gripping their Magical Artifacts trembling uncontrollably.

The Spiritual Qi at their fingertips was so chaotic it was on the verge of dissipating; they couldn't even stand steadily, their bodies shivering like leaves in the wind.

They might not recognize the ancient existences with ancient patterns on their robes, nor did they understand the absolute oppression of life levels, but they knew better than anyone what it meant to be an existence capable of severely injuring Chayuzi, who was in the half-step Undergoing Tribulation stage, with a single glance, and causing their own Old Ancestors and Sect Leaders to lose their composure to such a degree.

This was a "Heaven" they were not even worthy of looking up to, let alone resisting. It was a terrifying existence they could not comprehend and had no qualifications to face—a supreme mighty figure that could only be heard of in legends.

"Two..." Patriarch Tian Yuanzi's voice sounded again, like a thunderclap from the Nine Heavens, exploding and breaking the silence of the battlefield.

This time, the calmness in his tone had completely faded, and the hidden sharpness was like a drawn blade, the cold light biting and piercing straight into people's hearts, causing the Southern Region Coalition Cultivators' Divine Souls to ache—as if scraped by invisible blades, their very Souls trembling.

He lifted his eyes slightly, his gaze sweeping past like cold stars, passing over the White-Browed Daoist's paper-pale cheeks, Chayuzi's suspicious and fearful eyes, and Ancestor Witch Xuanyuzi's sunken, water-like face with veins bulging on his forehead.

Finally, it landed on the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation, which had once blotted out the sky with monstrous power but now had a waning Aura and dim light. There was not a ripple in his eyes—only bone-chilling coldness.

"...I shall, along with these few old friends, stretch our muscles and bones, and take you so-called 'Southern Region giants'..."

His voice paused, and the corners of Patriarch Tian Yuanzi's mouth curled into an extremely faint, yet extremely cold arc. There was no warmth in the smile, only bone-chilling coldness, like ice that had not melted for ten thousand years—making people's hearts turn cold.

"...and keep you all here to serve as fertilizer for this Void Realm."

The moment the word "fertilizer" left his lips, the air seemed to solidify into ice, and even the light stood still at that moment.

Among the three ancient figures, the hunched one on the left moved slightly, seemingly just curling a finger extremely lightly. There were no superfluous movements, and it did not even stir up the slightest ripple of Spiritual Qi—as if it were just an insignificant gesture.

"Hum—!" A low hum resounded through the Void Realm. There was no warning, and no brilliant light bloomed, yet it carried a terrifying power originating from the Origin of space—making the entire battlefield tremble.

Taking the area one hundred miles in front of the Southern Region Coalition Formation as the boundary, the entire Void Realm suddenly "collapsed"!

This was not a hideous crack where space had shattered, nor was it a turbulent flow of the Void Realm torn by Divine Ability, but the very "space" itself, as if it had been fiercely kneaded and compressed by an invisible hand, collapsing from three dimensions into nothingness—as if nothing had ever existed there.

Light twisted and was annihilated there, sound was completely swallowed, and even the thin Spiritual Qi permeating heaven and earth was instantly drained, forming an area of absolute silence and absolute nothingness—an area of "nothing"—emitting a heart-palpitating Aura.

The range of this collapsed Void Realm was not large, merely a few miles in radius; compared to the massive Ten Thousand Immortal Formation, it was like a drop in the ocean, insignificant.

But the position where it appeared was terrifyingly precise—it happened to be stuck right in front of several key nodes where the Formation's Spiritual Qi flowed, as if strangling the throat of a giant beast—causing the entire Formation's operation to instantly become sluggish.

"Puff!" "Puff, puff, puff!" A series of muffled explosions rang out one after another, like rolling thunder. At the edge of the Southern Region Coalition Formation, over a hundred powerhouses who happened to be presiding over those Formation Flags at those nodes couldn't even let out a scream—their bodies, along with the Formation Flags in their hands and their defensive Magic Treasures, were instantly like tofu thrown into a meat grinder, ground into powder by the terrifying power of the space collapse, leaving not a trace behind, as if they had never existed.

The small patch of the Formation's light curtain where they had been also quickly dimmed and shattered, like a poked spider web, revealing a hideous gap—the Formation's power plummeted instantly, no longer able to maintain its previous dominance.

This was not a targeted attack, but rather a cold warning, a chilling declaration showcasing "levels of power"—with a mere wave of our hands, we can turn you all into dust; in our eyes, your resistance is but a futile struggle, utterly laughable.

"Gulp." Someone in the Southern Region Coalition ranks swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and the subtle sound was exceptionally clear in the deathly silent Void Realm, like a needle piercing through the last layer of disguise called "struggle"—making everyone clearly realize that there was an insurmountable chasm between them and the other side, like ants and the vast sky, simply not on the same level.

The White-Browed Daoist suddenly closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling violently like butterfly wings in the wind. When he opened them again, the struggle, unwillingness, and fluke in his eyes had been completely replaced by bone-chilling despair, like a candle flame extinguished by a gale—no longer having a glimmer of light.

The color drained completely from his face, his wrinkles as deep as gullies, as if he had aged decades in that instant, his back even hunching significantly—he no longer possessed his previous majesty.

He tremblingly raised his hand, not waving it toward the Xuantian Sect members opposite, but toward the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation behind him, and shouted hoarsely: "Retract the Formation!"

"Old Ancestor!" An Elder of the Supreme Dao Palace exclaimed, his face full of unwillingness and disbelief, his voice choked with sobs, roaring like an injured beast: "Are we just going to retreat like this? Our ten-thousand-year foundation, our ten-thousand-year plan, are they just going to be cast to the winds like this?"

"We are not resigned!"

"Retract the Formation!" The White-Browed Daoist repeated sternly, his voice so hoarse it was almost shattering, his eye sockets reddening, carrying a hint of imperceptible sobbing, yet filled with powerless despair: "Do you want everyone to die here?! With a flick of their fingers, we would be doomed eternally—"

"Is resistance useful?! Resistance will only make us die faster!"

Everyone followed his gaze to the collapsed Void Realm that was still slightly wriggling. That area of nothingness was like a giant mouth waiting to devour people, emitting a heart-palpitating Aura—and then they turned their heads to look at the three ancient figures behind Patriarch Tian Yuanzi, who remained motionless like eternal mountains. They were like the cornerstone of heaven and earth, which could not be shaken in the slightest, no matter the raging storms.