287: Chapter 287 I underestimated you, junior!

Every gaze, every scheme, every expectation and fear, were all locked tightly onto that expanse of the Northern Nether Demon Realm sky, which was being repeatedly torn apart by azure Demonic Qi and biting Sword Qi, as if it were about to return to Chaos.

Yet, at the very center of all this storm, Chu Changsheng seemed completely unaware of the various prying eyes, schemes, and even undisguised malice coming from the Central Plains, Northern State, Western Desert, and Eastern Wasteland—or rather, he simply did not care at all.

He merely watched quietly as Demon Ancestor Xuanming stood up completely from the Forbidden Ground, its demonic might shaking the Nine Heavens and causing the heavens and earth to change color.

The nine heavens dragon roar sword in his hand emitted a dragon roar that grew increasingly clear, increasingly excited, as if longing to drink deeply of the blood of a powerful foe.

Feeling the terrifying might of the Demon Ancestor that seemed almost capable of changing the heavens and earth and forcing all Laws to submit, Chu Changsheng's eyes, which had been as calm as an ancient well, finally became a bit more serious.

A flash of cold light, sharp as an unsheathed divine sword, flickered and vanished deep within his pupils.

He flicked his sleeve seemingly casually, and an invisible Sword Qi—gentle yet incomparably tough, containing the vitality of creation—instantly wrapped more tightly around Su Yaoyao, completely isolating her from the suffocating pressure outside—not allowing her to suffer even the slightest bit of impact or fright.

Immediately, he slowly raised his head, his gaze like two tangible sharp swords, piercing through layers of chaotic Demonic Qi, shooting straight toward the core of that towering figure, his eyes devoid of the fear and retreat that ordinary people should have—only an absolute arrogance of looking down upon the world, as if no one else compared to him.

"Sealed until now, relying on absorbing the Luck of the sect's juniors to survive, your body riddled with Dao injuries and chronic ailments, your spiritual consciousness less than one-tenth remaining, so weak to this extent..."

Chu Changsheng's voice was clear and calm, yet carried a sharpness that pierced through falsehoods and pointed straight to the essence, clearly penetrating the vast, surging Demonic Qi that was enough to crush mountains, resounding in the ears of every living being.

"In such a wretched state, you still deserve to be called 'Ancestor'? You forcibly awakened at this moment, nothing more than sensing the aura of an Emperor-grade sword formation, fearing that I would truly cut off the Myriad Demon Palace lineage with one sword—"

"—and cut off that pathetic supply of vitality for you."

The towering figure within the Chaos suddenly froze, as if ruthlessly stabbed by these merciless words in its most secret, most unbearable sore spot.

The Demonic Qi that had been surging in an orderly fashion around it instantly became violent and chaotic, and those two huge eyes like stars suddenly shone brightly, the sharp gaze like tangible heavenly blades carrying monstrous anger and shame, ruthlessly stabbing at Chu Changsheng—as if wanting to completely annihilate him along with those words.

"Sharp-tongued brat!"

Demon Ancestor Xuanming's voice suddenly turned several degrees colder, carrying the shame and anger of having its true nature thoroughly exposed:

"Even if this Ancestor is not at peak strength, suppressing a junior like you who relies on external objects to act fiercely is but a turn of the hand! Today, I will surely make you suffer complete destruction of body and Soul, your true spirit falling forever into the abyss!"

"Oh?"

Chu Changsheng's lips curled into a half-smile, his tone carrying a touch of casual mockery, as well as an arrogance that went deep into his bones:

"Old thing... why don't you try it."

He said no more, his thoughts flashing like lightning, and the World Tree Manifestation behind him suddenly erupted with unprecedented, brilliant light!

Hundreds of millions of lush green leaves trembled violently at the same time, emitting an ancient, vast aura of the beginning of Grandmist and the separation of Chaos!

Rustle—! The leaves rustled, as if chanting a war song of creation.

Gold, cyan, blue, red, yellow, white, purple, black, gray—nine-colored sword lights, like prehistoric dragons breaking free from restraints, soared into the sky from every leaf vein, tearing through the layers of the Demonic Qi canopy—

The sound of sword ringing resonated throughout the universe, and the surging Sword Qi turned into tangible wind and thunder, roaring madly between heaven and earth!

Nine mysterious sword formations, containing Supreme sword Dao, were driven to their limit under Chu Changsheng's will.

The nine-colored sword lights no longer dispersed, but rather, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea or ten thousand swords paying homage to their ancestor, began to chase, fuse, and intertwine with each other in a mysterious and unpredictable trajectory that contained the Supreme principles of the Dao!

The sharpness of Metal, the vitality of Wood, the persistence of Water, the violence of Fire, the heaviness of Earth, the swiftness of Wind, the killing intent of Thunder, the purification of Light, the devouring of Darkness... nine distinct forces, yet all representing one extreme of the Origin of heaven and earth, perfectly merged at this moment—

Yin and Yang mutually assisted, the Five Elements rotated, wind and thunder stimulated each other, and light and darkness coexisted!

A terrifying might, capable of returning heaven and earth to Chaos or creating new life, was crazily brewing and expanding within the Fusion!

Finally, in the endless heights above Chu Changsheng's head, all the sword lights, all the Sword Intent, and all the power condensed into a magnificent, semi-tangible, semi-illusory giant sword shadow that reached from heaven to earth!

As soon as the giant sword shadow took form, the entire heaven and earth instantly fell into a deathly, solidified silence.

The wind stopped, the clouds dispersed, and even that azure Demonic Qi canopy seemed to be suppressed by an invisible force, its flow becoming sluggish.

On the sword body, one could vaguely see the sun, moon, and stars circling in birth and death, and the shadows of mountains and rivers floating and evolving; a magnificent Sword Intent that looked down upon the ages, swept across the eight wildernesses and six directions, and severed all shackles, was like an ancient god awakening from slumber—

It soared into the sky, wanting to split the entire firmament open with a single sword!

"Nine Heavens Sword Formation · Unity!"

Chu Changsheng pressed his fingers together like a sword, lightly tapping the Void Realm, his voice like a celestial decree, each word like thunder, carrying the judgmental might that pierced through ancient time and space, as if pronouncing the end of a decaying existence that had survived from the prehistoric era:

"This sword is named 'Creation', and it shall slay you, a rat who lingers on in a feeble state, hiding in the darkness!"

That giant sword shadow reaching from heaven to earth descended silently.

There was no earth-shaking roar, no screeching that tore through the Nine Heavens, only the magnificent power of creation descending in silence.

Wherever the sword tip pointed, space was like silk smoothed by an invisible hand, rippling with transparent circles. Where the ripples passed, the Void Realm wailed, and the Laws trembled—as if unable to bear the weight that transcended dimensions.

As the ripples spread, Demon Ancestor Xuanming's azure Demonic Qi, which filled the four fields and swallowed heaven and earth, crumbled and dissolved bit by bit, like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun!

The collapsing Demonic Qi did not dissipate, but was instead forcibly transformed and absorbed by the more ancient, more primordial power of creation within the sword shadow, turning into nutrients to nourish heaven and earth.

Where the Demonic Qi vanished, the cracked and scorched earth actually took on new life—tiny specks of tender green broke through the soil, Spiritual Plants and immortal herbs grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, their leaves shimmering with the pure rosy light of the beginning of Grandmist—the dead land turned into a fertile field of vitality!

"Hmm?!"

Deep in the Forbidden Ground, Demon Ancestor Xuanming finally let out a muffled groan mixed with surprise, fury, and a trace of imperceptible horror.

The towering figure shrouded in Chaos shook violently, its surrounding Demonic Qi like an enraged deep sea, raising ten-thousand-foot waves of fury, and the entire Primordial Demon Mountain rumbled and trembled, its rocks cracking—as if heaven and earth were about to collapse!

It had not expected that this seemingly young junior could not only see through its weak essence of being riddled with Dao injuries and having an incomplete spiritual consciousness at a glance, but could also strike out with a sword that touched the Origin and defied the Dao!

This sword had vaguely touched the source of the "Dao", and the power of creation and destruction flowing within the Sword Intent was the natural nemesis of its Yao Race's devouring Dao!

Even for this ancient existence that had survived from the prehistoric bloody battles, its Dao Foundation, which had endured ten thousand tribulations without being extinguished, was actually trembling faintly under this Sword Intent—a long-lost crisis of annihilation, enough to make gods and demons tremble, rose from the depths of its Soul!

"I underestimated you, junior!"

Demon Ancestor Xuanming roared, its voice like ten thousand ancient thunders exploding at once, shaking the sky of the Northern Nether Demon Realm until it changed color and the stars swayed.

The chaotic figure suddenly surged, transforming into a prehistoric giant with its head touching the firmament and its feet treading on the Nine Netherworlds; as the Demonic Qi surged, hundreds of millions of Yao Race shadows manifested, hissing and roaring, the aura of slaughter filling heaven and earth!

Above its head, nine azure light wheels simultaneously erupted with ten-thousand-foot cyan rays, shining through the ages, and then instantly merged, transforming into an azure great sun that illuminated the ages, hanging in the center of the firmament!

Wherever the great sun's light reached, the heaven and earth Laws of the Northern Nether Demon Realm were forcibly twisted and made to submit, as if the Yao Dao were the only Supreme one in this realm, and all Laws must bow!

Within the great sun, a massive, indescribable, and unseeable ancient Yao shadow slowly emerged.

It had no claws or wings, only a giant mouth that could swallow the heavens and devour the earth, creating and destroying the universe.

Inside the mouth, the sun and moon rotated, stars appeared and disappeared, and in its breathing, there seemed to be scenes of the prehistoric era reopening and ten thousand Daos returning to the ruins.

The giant mouth opened and closed, and a terrifying suction force that devoured all Laws and converted them into Yao essence erupted; the Void Realm collapsed inch by inch like fragile glass, forming a dark abyss connected to the endless nothingness—it was actually trying to swallow that "Creation" sword shadow, along with the Origin of creation contained within it, in one gulp, turning it into nutrients to repair its ancient Dao injuries!

This was the ultimate manifestation of its Yao Race's Origin Dao, and it was its Supreme Divine Ability that had allowed it to roam the ancient times and make immortals and gods flee—Devouring Heaven and Dao!

Just at the moment when this ultimate strike was about to collide and heaven and earth were about to return to Chaos—

"Revered Master! This Disciple is late!"

A long cry, clear as a Nine Heavens Phoenix cry and anxious as a heart-burning fire, suddenly tore through the vast sky, piercing through the entire Northern Nether Demon Realm battlefield!

Amidst the Phoenix cry, the Divine Phoenix Tribulation Flame burned the sky as it arrived; wherever it passed, even Demon Ancestor Xuanming's ancient, eternal azure Demonic Qi was burned until it made a "sizzling" sound, evaporating into wisps of green smoke!

On the eastern horizon, auspicious Qi shattered the clouds, and rosy light split the sky!

Countless towering immortal warships, carved with flapping phoenixes and cloud-treading cranes, smashed through layers of clouds and mist, coming to cover the sky and block the sun.

The ship hulls shimmered with flowing light and colorful immortal mists, and the jade-colored battle flags of Guanghan Immortal Palace danced wildly in the gale; the two characters "Guanghan" on the flags revealed a Supreme dignity that could freeze all things and suppress the heavens!

At the bow of the leading Supreme immortal warship, which had purple gold as its skeleton and immortal jade as its decoration, Jian Tanghuang stood proudly in a suit of crimson-gold phoenix-patterned battle armor.

Her black hair was like a waterfall, dancing wildly in the wind; her phoenix eyes contained murderous intent, and her gaze was imposing.

The Divine Phoenix Tribulation Flame burned fiercely around her, illuminating her stunningly beautiful face like a goddess bathing in fire; excitement and worry were intertwined in her eyes, her gaze piercing through layers of Sword Qi and demonic barriers—locked tightly onto that figure in white at the center of the sword formation, fearing she might miss even a glimpse of him.