305: Chapter 305 One Sword Slays an Immortal

The moment the voice fell, this Sword Intent, carrying the pressure of the heavens and myriad domains, became like a net of heaven and earth, locking down every strand of Qi and every flow of Law in this world.

There was no heavy accumulation of power, no brewing roar, only a sudden, unannounced—vertical slash!

In an instant, this ten-thousand-foot Grandmist sword light, which spanned the Nine Heavens and was capable of piercing through the ages, seemed to be gripped by an invisible giant hand, collapsing frantically at a speed that exceeded light and overturned perception.

The brilliant river of light retracted all its world-defying sharpness, billions of dazzling rays of light collapsing inward, layer upon layer, eventually condensing into a single "line" of light, as thin as a hair but solidified to the extreme.

This line of light no longer possessed the sharpness of a sword light; instead, it resembled a boundary mark carved into the Origin of the Dao since the beginning of Chaos.

Time suddenly froze before this line.

The surrounding flowing light and shadows were all frozen, and even the propagation of light seemed to have been pressed with a pause button.

The gale winds that were howling and the Void Realm that was shattering just a moment ago now became a silent painting; even the dust floated in mid-air, motionless.

Space emitted a mournful cry of being on the verge of shattering beneath this trajectory.

Visible wrinkles spread frantically from where the sword light fell, layering toward the distance like a giant stone hitting the water's surface, yet rippling out with enough power to tear apart the Star Domain—that was not a tremor of space, but the disintegration of the order of the Dao!

Demon Venerable Yao Qingtian's pupils shrank to needles, and a deafening low roar erupted from his throat, the sound waves overturning several halls of the Myriad Demon Palace!

The Chaos mist swirling around him instantly turned violent, churning like a boiling black sea, and immediately transformed into thousands of airtight Law barriers.

Each barrier was engraved with profound Dao patterns, and as the golden light flowed, it was enough to withstand the bombardment of an Immortal Artifact without breaking; even an ordinary Immortal King would have to avoid its edge!

At the same time, that withered hand that had always been kept behind his back finally reached out, fingers spread wide, and a rotating devouring black hole appeared in his palm.

Inside the black hole, the roars of ten thousand Yao Race echoed through the heavens and earth, and countless Yao Race heroes could be vaguely seen struggling and roaring within. This terrifying suction force, capable of devouring heaven and earth and annihilating all Laws, actually caused the surrounding stars to slowly descend, and the Star Domain tilted because of it!

However—this line of sword light ignored it all.

It did not charge recklessly, nor did it tear through the barriers; instead, with a strange posture that transcended "speed" and "logic," it directly "appeared" before the thousands of barriers.

The next instant, it "appeared" behind the barriers without any obstruction.

It was as if those indestructible Law barriers and those black holes capable of devouring the sun and moon were merely reflections in a mirror or water, illusions that would shatter at a touch.

Where the sword light passed, the black hole spun frantically, its rotation speed soaring to the extreme, yet it could not devour even a sliver of light; instead, it was cracked inch by inch by the residual power of that line of light.

Thousands of Law barriers emitted shrill cries in unison, the Dao patterns on them scorched as if by the karmic fire of purgatory, dimming, disintegrating, and turning into fly ash at a speed visible to the naked eye, not even leaving a single fragment behind.

It passed by so casually, crossing the phantom of the giant palm that Demon Venerable Yao Qingtian had slapped out in haste—the palm shadow covered the sky and sun, with Yao force capable of destroying stars swirling on its five fingers; the moment it appeared, it caused the Nine Heavens Star Domain to tremble incessantly, and the barriers of the Star Domain cracked inch by inch.

Then, it fell straight toward the vital point on Demon Venerable Yao Qingtian's forehead, which was shrouded in Chaos mist!

"Impossible!"

Demon Venerable Yao Qingtian let out a shrill cry of shock and anger, the sound tearing through the clouds, shaking the halls of the Myriad Demon Palace until they trembled and bricks and tiles flew off.

The disbelief and extreme terror contained in the cry caused the Demonic Qi surging between heaven and earth to stagnate, as if even the world itself had frozen for an instant in this cry!

A terrifying Demonic Qi, unprecedented in its intensity, erupted from his entire body. The Demonic Qi was as thick as ink, so viscous it almost turned into substance, vaguely condensing into a phantom of the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Yao that stood between heaven and earth.

The phantom opened its mouth to swallow, and a Small World was annihilated; between its breaths, it was enough to distort time and space and overturn the universe—this was his trump card Divine Ability, exhausting his life's cultivation, attempting to use the supreme power of the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Yao to forcibly deflect the sword light that had locked onto his Divine Soul!

But, it was useless.

The sword light did not carry a simple energy impact; it carried a wisp of "Heaven-Opening" intent originating from the Origin of Chaos, looking down upon the ages!

This was the supreme dominance of creating "existence" out of "nothingness"! It was the absolute will that defined clarity and turbidity, separating Yin and Yang! It was that sliver of authority to "define" all things at the beginning of the Dao and the source of Law!

Before this wisp of Heaven-Opening Sword Intent, all Acquired Divine Abilities, Laws, and barriers appeared so pale and ridiculous, like snow meeting the rising morning sun; they did not even have the qualifications to struggle, only the path of dissolution!

Sss—a soft sound.

It was so faint it was almost inaudible, as if it were just a breeze brushing against a window lattice, or silkworms nibbling on mulberry leaves.

Yet this soft sound was like a thunderclap from the Nine Heavens, booming in the hearts of every living being in the Myriad Demon Palace, shaking their Divine Souls violently, causing blood to flow from their seven orifices, and making them collapse on the spot.

It was even more like the roar of the Dao shattering, resounding deep within the Sea of Consciousness of all observers on and off the battlefield, causing them to instantly lose all perception, leaving only that sword light spanning heaven and earth, deeply imprinted in the depths of their Souls, eternal and never-fading!

The Chaos mist surging around Demon Venerable Yao Qingtian suddenly stagnated.

Then, starting from his forehead, a straight, smooth crack, as if measured by a ruler, slowly spread.

The crack swept past his nose bridge, past his lips distorted by terror, past his jaw, neck, chest... all the way down, with irresistible force, until this hundred-foot-tall Yao body was precisely split into two.

Within the crack, there was no blood spraying, no mangled flesh, and not even a sliver of Demonic Qi overflowed.

There was only a deathly gray haze.

It was as if his entire being had been lightly "erased" by that Heaven-Opening Sword Intent from the level of "existence."

"Hah... hah..."

Demon Venerable Yao Qingtian's throat made a wheezing sound, and turbid Yao blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, flowing slowly along the crack, but it instantly vanished without a trace when it touched the gray haze.

He lowered his head in disbelief, his unfocused pupils staring fixedly at his body split in two, feeling that rapidly fading power—that was not just life, but the very Foundation of "existence itself"!

He tried to circulate his mana, but the Yao Core within his body had already turned to fly ash the moment the sword light touched his forehead, not leaving even a scrap of residue.

He tried to condense his Divine Soul, but within his Sea of Consciousness, the mark belonging to the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Yao was rapidly dissipating like melting snow, and not even a glimmer of spiritual light could remain.

He tried to make a final struggle, but he had exhausted even the strength to lift a finger.

The crack was like a natural chasm, completely separating his Physical Body, Divine Soul, cultivation, and will, severing them thoroughly, without leaving even a trace of connection.

He raised his eyes with difficulty, looking one last time at the figure still standing a hundred feet away.

The young man was covered in blood, his tattered robes already soaked through with blood, forming dark red hardened clumps; his body was tottering, as if he would collapse at any moment, yet he still held the sword with one hand, his spine straight, like an immortal war god.

His eyes were terrifyingly bright; it was a kind of emptiness, vastness, and indifference that looked down upon all living beings.

It was as if the sword he had just swung was not a life-or-death strike, not an earth-shattering feat of destroying a Half-Step Immortal, but merely brushing a speck of dust from his shoulder.

"Grandmist... Dao Rhyme..."

Demon Venerable Yao Qingtian used his last bit of strength to spit out a few blurred syllables, his voice filled with shock, unwillingness, and a trace of bone-deep fear.

The next moment—Boom! A soft sound.

Demon Venerable Yao Qingtian's hundred-foot-tall Yao body, along with the Chaos mist surrounding him, turned into the finest gray light particles in the gale, like a sand sculpture weathered for billions of years.

The light particles fluttered and drifted between heaven and earth, leaving not a trace, not causing a ripple, as if this peerless Demon Venerable had never existed in this world.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no fragmented remains.

A peerless Demon Venerable at the Half-Step Immortal realm, the supreme Dominator of the Myriad Demon Palace with a Legacy spanning the ages, just like that... vanished into smoke and clouds.

He was completely "erased" from the world by a single sword light.

Deathly silence. Absolute deathly silence.

All sounds between heaven and earth vanished at this moment.

The Black Fiend Dragon King's destructive dragon claw, which was slapping toward Fairy Yuexu, carrying the power to annihilate the Star Domain, involuntarily paused for an instant in mid-air.

The destructive Aura swirling around the dragon claw began to tremble in the face of the residual Heaven-Opening Sword Intent, as if it had encountered its most terrifying natural enemy.

For the first time, an unconcealable shock appeared on Fairy Yuexu's cold and beautiful face.

Her calm, rippleless beautiful eyes suddenly widened, staring blankly at the standing figure, at the long sword in his hand that had restrained brilliance but seemed to contain the secrets of the entire beginning of Chaos; her jade hand trembled slightly, and she even forgot to block the dragon claw that was close at hand.

On the battlefield, all fighting came to an abrupt end.

The blades in the hands of the Myriad Demon Palace Cultivators clattered to the ground, making a crisp sound.

They were like ducks with their throats strangled, staring blankly at the high platform—where their invincible Palace Master had once stood, now, only empty ruins remained, along with the residual "nothingness" Aura in the air that made one's Divine Soul tremble.

On the other hand, for Chu Changsheng's side, whether it was the remaining Cultivators fighting in blood, or those Myriad Demon Palace Cultivators who were shocked by Chu Changsheng's Aura and miraculous counterattack and whose hearts were wavering, all fell into a petrified state.

They widened their eyes, opened their mouths, their minds blank, with only one thought echoing frantically.

One sword... slays an Immortal?

Even though Demon Venerable Yao Qingtian was severely injured first, even though this sword seemed to have borrowed the Origin of an Emperor Weapon and that incredible Heaven-Opening Dao Rhyme...

But, that was a Half-Step Immortal after all!

It was an existence that stood at the Peak of this world, looking down upon all living beings, capable of annihilating a Small World with a wave of the hand!

Just like that... gone?

Chu Changsheng maintained the posture of swinging his sword down, motionless.

The gale blew past, whipping up his blood-stained robes, making them snap in the wind, but it could not move his mountain-like body.