289: Chapter 289 Tai Qing Hui Yue

"Crack—snap—snap—!!!"

A dense, teeth-gritting sound of shattering erupted. The space around Chu Changsheng was no longer just distorted; it was like ice thrown into a furnace of Divine Power, instantly solidifying, crystallizing, and then being crazily squeezed inward by an invisible, immense force!

Light was frozen into ice-shard-like debris, sound was completely swallowed, and even time seemed to fall into a viscous quagmire within this area, its flow becoming extremely slow.

This was the oppression of the "Dao"! It was a higher-dimensional existence directly rewriting the Laws of a lower-dimensional world!

The World Tree Manifestation that had originally been endlessly life-giving around Chu Changsheng saw its emerald-gold light dim rapidly. Countless leaves turned directly into fly ash before they could even wither, and cracks spread across the thick trunk, emitting a groan of unbearable strain.

The vast, ocean-like flow of spiritual power within his body suddenly stagnated, like a frozen river, and his Divine Sense perception was compressed to only three feet around his body—

The mysterious connection with the Heavenly Dao was severed as if by a sharp blade!

The Creation Sword Shadow in his hand, which had condensed supreme creation, lost all its luster. The blade was covered in cracks, emitting a desperate, trembling sound as it neared collapse.

"Urgh—!"

Chu Changsheng let out a muffled groan, his face turning abruptly pale, and pale golden blood threads seeped from his seven orifices simultaneously.

This was not an injury to his internal organs; it was a sign that his Dao Foundation had been shaken!

But his back remained as straight as a spear, and the flame in his eyes had not been extinguished; instead, it burned even more fiercely and crazily in this desperate situation!

"Break—for—me!!!"

He roared hoarsely, not outward, but inward!

Deep within his Dantian, it was as if something had been completely detonated, and a will far more ancient, more chaotic, and more unyielding than before erupted with a boom!

This was not spiritual power, nor was it Law, but a pure resistance stemming from the Origin of life! It was the arrogance of holding one's head high even when facing the overturning of the Heavenly Dao!

"Hum—!"

On the main trunk of the World Tree Manifestation, which was on the verge of shattering, a faint yet incredibly tenacious emerald-gold light suddenly flared, forcibly holding back that omnipresent freezing force!

On the dim sword shadow, a brand-new, even finer yet sharper crack bloomed. From it spilled a trace of a strange fluctuation that even Demon Venerable Yao Qingtian was slightly taken aback by, as if it could reverse the established order!

He still wanted to resist? He could actually still resist?

A faint trace of surprise flashed in Demon Venerable Yao Qingtian's eyes, immediately covered by deeper coldness and disdain.

"The actions of a mayfly, merely increasing the laughter."

He no longer held anything back. His phantom-gripping fingers, carrying the supreme will of a Half-Step Immortal Dao and the authority to command the entire world, suddenly—closed!

"Boom—!!!"

The heavens and earth lost their voice, and all things turned dark!

It was not a loud noise, but all sound, color, and even "sense of existence" were completely erased at the center of that grip! An absolutely dark, absolutely dead, absolutely void spherical Domain appeared out of thin air, replacing the hundred-mile area where Chu Changsheng had originally been!

Inside it, the spatial structure was completely crushed, the flow of time was thoroughly disrupted, and all matter and energy returned to the most primitive Chaos, only to be crazily collapsed inward by that terrifying compressive force!

There was no shockwave, no energy storm, because all overflowing power was completely swallowed by the Domain of that "grip" itself!

But the terrifying tremor brought about by that "erasure," which touched the underlying rules of the world, struck the depths of every witness's Divine Soul like the heaviest heartbeat!

Even the Taiqing Bright Moon beside Fairy Xihua suddenly dimmed, and the stone box in Jian Zangtian's hand emitted a low hum.

Further away, countless Cultivators turned pale, their Dao Hearts trembling, and those with weaker cultivation even vomited blood and fainted directly.

A single strike from a Half-Step Immortal Dao had reached such a level!

Absolute silence shrouded the battlefield.

All eyes were fixed on that absolute void of space that had just been born and was now slowly calming down.

Chu Changsheng... was he still alive?

The storm subsided slightly, and the residual turbulent energy between heaven and earth was still churning crazily. Chaos Qi spilled like thick ink, dyeing the entire firmament into a huge, murky vortex. Even the light was crushed, turning into residual flashes like fireflies filling the sky.

An emerald-gold figure stumbled and crashed out of the turbulent energy. His robes had long been torn by the peerlessly sharp force, shredded into tattered strips that snapped in the howling wind—

In the fluttering of every inch of cloth, there was a near-death arrogance.

His footing was unsteady; every step he took caused the Void Realm to ripple like a spiderweb. A dazzling golden bloodline meandered down from the corner of his mouth. The moment it dripped onto the ground, it scorched small black holes into the rock layer, which was as hard as refined iron. The black holes hissed, rising with wisps of green smoke.

The Creation Sword Shadow in his hand, which had once shone through the ages, had now completely shattered and dissipated. Only wisps of remaining Sword Intent, like dying wandering Dragons, stubbornly lingered around him, emitting an unwilling, low hum—

The sound was faint yet persistent, as if telling of an unfinished Battle Intent.

Chu Changsheng's breath was as chaotic as a candle in the wind. Every breath brought pain as if his internal organs were shattering, and his body was so weak that he was on the verge of collapsing to his knees. Yet, his eyes remained as sharp as a peerless unsheathed sword, staring fixedly at Demon Venerable Yao Qingtian in front—

There was not a hint of fear in the depths of his eyes, only a cluster of unyielding flames burning intensely in the depths of his pupils.

Just one strike!

Just after the first exchange, Chu Changsheng, who had been fighting at full power and was capable of contending with ancient Demon Ancestors for hundreds of years, was heavily injured in a crushing defeat before the newly ascended Half-Step Immortal Dao Demon Venerable Yao Qingtian, with not even a shred of power to fight back!

This was the cruel reality brought about by the gap in Realm, like a god in the clouds looking down on the ants of the mortal world—

Destroyed in the snap of a finger.

"You do have some ability, actually being able to withstand one of my 'Void Dao Grips' without dying."

Demon Venerable Yao Qingtian's low voice resounded across the four fields, like Nine Nether Demon drums beating in everyone's ears. A fleeting trace of surprise flashed in his scarlet pupils, immediately replaced by an even more intense killing intent. That killing intent was bone-chillingly cold—

As if it could freeze all vitality in the Nine Heavens and the ten lands.

"However, this is the end."

Before his voice fell, he no longer gave Chu Changsheng any chance to catch his breath.

With one step, his figure, like a teleportation, appeared without warning above Chu Changsheng's head. Dark golden light swirled around him, setting him off like a Demon Dominator in charge of life and death.

His right hand's five fingers were closed like a blade, and a point of dark golden sharpness slowly condensed at his fingertips. The sharpness was condensed to the extreme; surrounding light was forcibly swallowed, and even time seemed to slightly stagnate at his fingertips—

Emitting a dead silence that caused all things to wither and life to cease.

He looked down from above, his eyes indifferent like a god looking down on all living beings, and his fingertips slowly pointed toward the center of Chu Changsheng's brows.

"Obliteration Dao Finger."

The three words fell, light yet carrying ten thousand jin of force, like a demonic spell from ancient times, resounding through heaven and earth.

This finger, seemingly extremely slow, seemed to contain the ultimate principles of heaven and earth. Invisible Dao rhymes locked all the dodging space around Chu Changsheng—

Pointing directly at his Divine Soul Origin and Dao Foundation!

Once it landed, let alone the fact that Chu Changsheng was currently in a critically injured state, even if he were in his prime, he would likely be unable to escape the fate of having his physical body and Soul destroyed and his Dao Foundation collapsed!

The shadow of death, like a cold blade, was already pressed against Chu Changsheng's forehead. Bone-chilling cold penetrated through his pores into his limbs and bones, and even his blood seemed about to freeze into ice.

Just at this critical moment—

"Hum—!!!"

A clear, resonant hum suddenly exploded, shaking heaven and earth!

On the Immortal Ship of the Guanghan Immortal Palace in the distance, the Taiqing Bright Moon behind Fairy Xihua suddenly erupted with an unprecedentedly bright, white light. The light was as magnificent as the scorching sun, yet as clear and cold as frost, instantly illuminating this chaotic heaven and earth, forcing even the pervasive black Qi back by three feet.

Fairy Xihua waved her plain hand, and a Taiyin Moon Essence, condensed to the extreme, broke through the air. The moon essence was like a silk ribbon, fast as a stream of light, actually arriving first despite being launched later, like an invisible divine shuttle—

Striking with absolute precision against the side of Demon Venerable Yao Qingtian's "Obliteration Dao Finger"!

"Clang—!!!"

A crisp yet Soul-shaking collision sound roared, as if divine gold was striking, and the aftermath spread, shattering the clouds tens of thousands of feet away, turning them into a sky full of rain and mist that fell rustlingly.

The clarity of the Taiyin power and the sinister nature of the Demon Dao sharpness clashed fiercely, bursting out with terrifying fluctuations capable of obliterating all things. Although it failed to completely cancel out that peerlessly domineering finger—

It forcibly knocked its trajectory slightly off course!

"Ssh!"

The dark golden finger radiance grazed past Chu Changsheng's ear, the force it brought tearing the hair by his ear. A strand of emerald-gold hair drifted down, and before it could hit the ground, it was burned to ash by the residual power of the finger radiance.

The residual power of the finger radiance did not diminish, shooting straight into the distance, silently turning a towering, remaining Demon mountain hundreds of miles behind him into powder, without leaving even a trace of dust—

Completely obliterated into nothingness!

Almost at the same instant—

"Clang—!!!"

A sword hum suddenly rang out. The sword hum was desolate and tragic, as if it were the sound of the Yellow Springs from the Nine Nether Purgatory, tearing through the long sky, making people's eardrums ache, and their Souls tremble!

On the Sword Boat on the other side, Jian Zangtian's withered palm slowly lifted. The ancient stone box in his hand suddenly cracked with dense patterns, and a greyish Sword Intent soared into the sky.

The Sword Intent was dim and lusterless, yet it seemed capable of burying time and severing Reincarnation, carrying a terrifying, deathly oppressive force. It condensed into a thin line, ignoring the distance of space, crossing ten thousand fathoms of the long sky—

Striking directly at the arm that Demon Venerable Yao Qingtian had pointed out!

This sword had no dazzling brilliance, no earth-shaking momentum, only the purest, most extreme intent of "Burial and Obliteration"—

As if it wanted to completely bury everything that existed in the world!

Demon Venerable Yao Qingtian's expression finally changed slightly, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

He instantly withdrew the finger he had pointed out, and the dark golden light around his body surged crazily, turning into layers of Demon Dao rune shields, the runes flickering with eerie blood light—

Protecting him tightly.

At the same time, his figure retreated violently, his speed reaching the extreme, trailing a long dark golden afterimage behind him!

"Rip—!"

The greyish Sword Intent slashed onto the Demon Dao rune shield, emitting a teeth-gritting, sharp cutting sound.