298: Chapter 298 Mountains and Rivers Collapse

A fist coiled with a golden dragon shadow, majestic dragon might surging, carrying the supreme true power of the Primordial True Dragon.

The instant these two supreme forces collided, a visible shockwave radiated from the center of the fist, spreading wildly in all directions. Wherever it passed, mountains and rivers crumbled, rivers flowed backward, and the sun and moon lost their light!

Time and space seemed to be completely frozen at this moment, losing all meaning.

First came a moment of deathly silence, so profound it shattered the heart and soul. It was as if all sounds, light, and energy in the world were being madly devoured by the center of the collision. Even the flow of the wind ceased, and the falling of dust solidified—

Between heaven and earth, only those two fists remained in a stalemate, along with the divine light of the Laws constantly colliding and annihilating upon the knuckles.

Then—

"Crack!!!"

A cracking sound, indescribable in words, suddenly rang out across the universe. This was not the mundane sound of rocks crumbling or metal breaking, but the shrill, sorrowful cry of the most fundamental "Rules" of heaven and earth, and the "Dao Marks" derived from the Great Dao, being forcibly collided, crushed, and twisted by the two supreme forces!

This sound pierced the Divine Soul, making all the Cultivators present feel a sense of palpitation, as if their own Dao were teetering on the edge of collapse amidst this cracking sound.

Centered on the point where the fists collided, a terrifying energy sphere a thousand feet in diameter suddenly expanded. Inside the sphere, Chaos surged, and countless colors—red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple—intertwined and twisted, emitting a terrifying suction force capable of devouring the sun, moon, and stars.

On the periphery of the energy sphere, the stable space shattered like glass, instantly spreading billions of ink-black cracks. These cracks, like the mouths of hideous beasts, extended wildly in all directions. Wherever they passed, the falling rain of blood was instantly devoured, and the dissipating Demonic Qi was ground into powder.

Even the Myriad Demon Palace demonic Cultivators and Guanghan Immortal Palace Cultivators in the distance who could not dodge in time were silently sucked into the depths of the cracks. They could not even let out a scream before they were completely annihilated into nothingness—without leaving a single trace!

The expression of madness and determination on Demon Venerable Yao Qingtian's face instantly froze, replaced by extreme shock and disbelief. His bloodshot demonic eyes suddenly contracted, as if he had seen the most incredible sight in the world. Deep within his pupils reflected that emerald-gold dragon shadow—filled with fear and despair.

He felt that his punch, fueled by burning ancestral blood and capable of annihilating stars, had not collided with some heaven-shaking Divine Ability or peerless Magic Treasure, but with a vast, unrivaled Primordial power.

This power was pure and overbearing, carrying the majesty of looking down upon the heavens. It forcibly crushed his Demonic Qi, tore through his demonic patterns, and even his ancestral soul trembled under this power!

"Impossible! How… how could you…" Demon Venerable Yao Qingtian shrieked hysterically, his voice hoarse and broken. A mouthful of scarlet blood sprayed out violently; this was not entirely due to internal injuries caused by the shock of the punch, but the terrifying backlash from the power rebound and the forced interruption of his burning ancestral blood!

The blood-colored demonic patterns on his arms shattered inch by inch, dissolving into specks of blood light that dissipated into the Void Realm. His skin burst open like porcelain, revealing the stark white bones beneath. And upon those demonic bones, hard as ten-thousand-year black iron, dense cracks rapidly spread, making cracking sounds as if they would shatter completely at any moment!

Chu Changsheng was not faring much better. The consumption of the True Dragon Precious Technique was far greater than he had imagined, especially when resisting the full-force strike of a Demon Venerable who was burning ancestral blood and touching the threshold of the half-step Immortal Dao.

His face instantly turned pale as paper, all color drained away. His internal organs felt as if they had been ruthlessly kneaded and displaced by an invisible hand, sending waves of tearing pain through him.

A surge of metallic sweetness rose in his throat, which he forcefully swallowed down by gritting his teeth, yet a trace of blood still spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The emerald-gold dragon shadow coiled around his fist had dimmed significantly, emitting a low, sorrowful whine. Its dragon scales were covered in fine cracks, as if it would dissipate at any moment.

But how could he admit defeat!

Chu Changsheng gritted his teeth, blood seeping from the corners of his lips, but his eyes were as sharp as a drawn divine sword, bursting with a chilling light, with the flames of unyielding defiance burning deep within them.

Under the pressure of life and death, some extreme potential hidden within his body seemed to be completely ignited. A more majestic surge of Qi and blood rose violently, sweeping through his entire body like a tsunami. The dim dragon shadow, even in this desperate situation, solidified once more—the cracks on the dragon scales slowly healed, emitting an even stronger light!

"Break… for me!"

Chu Changsheng roared hoarsely. The sound shook the Nine Heavens, causing the Void Realm to tremble. The emerald dragon shadow on his fist suddenly raised its head and roared long. The dragon's roar pierced through clouds and stone, shaking the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, faintly overpowering all other roars and slaughter on the battlefield!

A more majestic, more ancient, and wild Dragon power erupted, turning into an invisible force that pushed his fist forward by another inch! It was just that one inch!

"Pfft!" With an extremely shrill explosion, Demon Venerable Yao Qingtian's arm, which had swollen to the size of a giant mountain, along with half of his hideous shoulder, suddenly exploded under the pressure of that one inch of advancement!

A sky full of blood mist, mixed with shattered demonic bones and broken demonic patterns, splattered like a rainstorm. The foul-smelling blood Qi permeated the sky, sickening to the senses, staining the very air a deep scarlet.

Demon Venerable Yao Qingtian let out a scream of extreme misery, a sound so heart-rending it made the Void Realm tremble, filled with pain and despair.

His mountain-like body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, spilling a rain of blood along the way. His aura withered at a visible speed, falling directly from the Peak state of touching the half-step threshold.

He was even several times weaker than in his prime, unable to even maintain his form, crashing heavily into the distant mountain range and creating a bottomless giant crater!

As for Chu Changsheng, he was also shaken by that violent, unrivaled recoil force, his Qi and blood churning, his internal organs displaced. He staggered back hundreds of feet, every step creating deep ripples in the Void Realm, the space beneath his feet shattering inch by inch.

A trace of peculiar emerald-gold blood finally spilled from the corner of his lips; it was a sign of the True Dragon Precious Technique backlash, injuring his Origin, a shocking sight.

But he had stood his ground!

His blood-stained green robes fluttered, and Chu Changsheng stood proudly above the shattered Void Realm. Though his figure appeared thin, he stood like an insurmountable monument—having withstood the desperate, life-risking strike of a Demon Venerable who was burning ancestral blood and had almost touched the half-step Immortal Dao, and even… counter-killed the opponent!

This scene was too shocking, too unbelievable! The Cultivators of both sides watching from afar, whether they were the demonic Cultivators of the Myriad Demon Palace or the Disciples of the Guanghan Immortal Palace and the Myriad Calamity Sword Mound, were all dumbfounded. Their faces were written with disbelief, their Magic Treasures and weapons clattered to the ground, yet not one of them noticed—

In their minds remained only the figure of Chu Changsheng standing proudly in the Void Realm, and that emerald-gold dragon shadow looking down upon the world!

Even the three half-step Immortal Dao existences who were fiercely clashing in the high sky, trying to interfere with each other's spellcasting, could not help but pause when their Divine Thoughts swept across this place, their offensives instantly stalling!

"True Dragon Precious Technique?!" The Black Fiend Dragon King's massive dragon head jolted. In those dragon eyes burning with black flames, emotions of shock, greed, and burning intensity intertwined and danced wildly. A deafening dragon roar resounded through the sky, stirring up waves of black storms:

"Unexpected, truly unexpected! Since the curtain fell on the Primordial Era and the Era of Gods and Demons shattered, to think there is still someone in the world who has mastered such a complete True Dragon Precious Technique! This technique shall belong to this King!"

Before the words had faded, it split off a strand of Divine Thought. Ignoring the barriers of space, a black dragon flame, condensed into substance and carrying the terrifying Laws of the half-step Immortal Dao, crossed billions of miles of the Void Realm as if teleporting, biting down toward Chu Changsheng!

Although this dragon flame was not its full power, it was enough to burn mountains and boil seas, and refine stars. Let alone the heavily injured Chu Changsheng; if he were hit—he would surely be instantly burned into nothingness, with not even his Divine Soul remaining!

"Hmph!" A cold, clear snort suddenly rang out. Fairy Yuexu raised her fair hand lightly, and a ribbon of moonlight condensed from ice crystals arrived first despite being launched later. The moonlight was cold and clear, carrying the extinguishing power of the Taiyin Origin, as if it could freeze all life and energy, accurately intercepting the black dragon flame.

The instant they collided, the dragon flame was instantly frozen into an exquisite ice sculpture, then dissipated inch by inch, turning into nothingness, without even a trace of heat remaining!

"Black Fiend, your opponent is me." Fairy Yuexu's voice remained as cold and clear as moonlight, yet it carried an unquestionable determination. Her intent to protect was self-evident, and the Taiyin cold Qi around her grew increasingly dense, staining half the sky a bright, pristine white.

On the other side, sword light exploded in Sword Master Jiyuan's eyes. That supreme Sword Intent, aimed at severing the "Karma connection," collided fiercely with the dragon tail that the Black Fiend Dragon King had hastily swept across!

There was no heaven-shaking roar, only a silent storm of Laws exploding between the two. Wherever the storm passed, large swathes of the Void Realm were directly erased, turning into a state of absolute "Nothingness," with even the traces of the Great Dao being slashed out of existence!

Sword Master Jiyuan's figure swayed slightly, the Domain of Sword Principles surrounding him flickering. His Sword Qi scattered for an instant, but he ultimately stabilized. The sword light in his eyes grew increasingly sharp, as if it could sever all Karma in the world.

And upon the Black Fiend Dragon King's dragon tail, which was capable of destroying stars, there appeared a "Sword Mark" so deep the bone was visible!

This was not an ordinary physical wound, but a hideous gap where the Dao Laws of "firmness," "strength," and "immortality" contained within its tail had been forcibly slashed open by the Sword Intent!

Black dragon blood cascaded down like a waterfall. Each drop was as heavy as a Primordial star, smashing through the Void Realm and creating bottomless giant craters on the ground. Within the craters, black smoke rolled, emitting an aura that corroded everything.

With its tail wounded, the Black Fiend Dragon King let out a dragon roar intertwined with pain and fury. The sound waves swept through the Nine Heavens, shattering the clouds, and its offensive stalled—its gaze toward Sword Master Jiyuan was filled with resentment and killing intent!

And that "Sword Intent" of Sword Master Jiyuan, aimed at the summoning connection, although weakened by nine-tenths by the power of the dragon tail, finally had a strand of extremely sharp sword trace that accurately touched the connection point between the blood-colored light pillar connecting heaven and earth and the crack in the Nine Heavens!