308: Chapter 308 Broken Body Weeps Blood

Finally, when the last Elder of the Myriad Demon Palace, tightly bound by the threads of Karma, let out a heart-wrenching, world-shaking wail amidst the beams of light woven from the Origin forces of Creation and Annihilation—this scene, tragic to the extreme, finally became the last straw that crushed the psychological defenses of all survivors.

Where the light enveloped him, his body split in two, like a symphony of Hell and nothingness:

One half, under the frantic stimulation of the power of Creation, erupted with dense flesh-and-blood monsters—twisted tentacles danced like vipers, swollen tumors squirmed and proliferated wildly, every inch of flesh growing against the Heavenly Dao, attempting to break free from the shackles of destruction.

The other half dissolved inch by inch under the dead silence of the Origin of Annihilation, turning into fly ash and drifting away, leaving not even a trace of his Divine Soul.

Only that half of the crazily deformed remnant body spasmed in pain amidst the light of world-destruction, eventually completely annihilating.

On this path of pursuit, which could be called a catastrophe, dead silence had already spread like a sea.

Except for the Black Fiend Dragon King, who was still struggling and fleeing frantically, his dragon scales shattering in large patches, his aura withered to the extreme, and his body wrapped in thick, inseparable Tribulation Qi, and a few lucky ones who were not heavily locked onto by the threads of Karma and had fled without a trace at the very beginning of the slaughter...

The top experts of the Myriad Demon Palace who had come out in full force were almost wiped out!

Chu Changsheng stopped.

His state at this moment was so bad it could not be described in words.

His body was as transparent as a wisp of remnant Soul that could be blown away by the wind at any moment, his limbs and bones were emitting unbearable groans, every inch of bone was cracking, and every strand of Meridians was snapping.

There was not a single intact part of his body—or rather, the fact that he could still stand here was a miracle in itself.

Only the nine heavens dragon roar sword in his hand, which was also covered in cracks, and the spark of fire deep in his eyes that had burned through blood, tears, and obsession, were still burning stubbornly, unextinguished.

He raised his head and looked at the stumbling, wretched black dragon shadow fleeing in the distance.

His cracked lips pulled into a bloody smile, and his hoarse voice, like two pieces of rotting wood rubbing against each other, pierced through the dead silence of heaven and earth, clearly and word by word entering the ears of the Black Fiend Dragon King:

"Old loach... it is your turn."

"This Immortal Tribulation feast... you and I... shall go to Yellow Springs together!"

The moment the words fell, Chu Changsheng stopped chasing.

He suddenly threw his head back, and a suppressed roar erupted from his chest.

There was no pain in this roar, no unwillingness, only resolute madness, only an obsession that burned everything, only the final rage of a person pushed to the edge, enough to shake heaven and earth!

Immediately, he used the last trace of remaining power in his body to fiercely trigger that Origin which had long been deeply entangled with the Nine-Source World-Destroying Immortal Tribulation, indistinguishable from it!

He wanted to detonate himself!

He wanted to use his remnant body as firewood, his Divine Soul as the trigger, and the nine heavens dragon roar sword that had accompanied him through the Nine Netherworlds as the medium—to completely detonate all the power of this Immortal Tribulation that had been led here!

To make the final, and most brilliant, struggle!

The Black Fiend Dragon King felt the aura of destruction behind him suddenly soar to the extreme.

The terror of this power made even the Laws of heaven and earth groan and tremble, and even space emitted groans of being on the verge of shattering, as if even this world was afraid.

In its bloodshot dragon eyes, all arrogance and anger finally faded, revealing the true fear originating from the deepest part of its Soul!

"No—!!!"

A dragon roar of extreme despair, carrying endless unwillingness and fear, resounded through the sky.

And Chu Changsheng's roar, filled with determination and madness, exploded at almost the same time.

The two sounds intertwined, but in the next moment, they were completely swallowed by the Chaos tide raised by the ultimate explosion that swept across heaven and earth!

Boom—!!!

Billions of miles of mountains and rivers shook violently, the earth cracked into deep abysses, mountains collapsed and overturned, and rivers surged backward!

This terrifying energy shockwave, like an invisible giant hand, slapped fiercely onto this land.

Wherever it passed, all tangible things turned into dust, even light was distorted and swallowed, and time seemed to stagnate under this power.

At the center of the explosion, a huge Chaos vortex spun frantically.

Inside the vortex, the aftermath of the Immortal Tribulation and the violent energy turbulence raged wantonly, space was repeatedly torn and reorganized, emitting unbearable groans, eventually forming an absolute forbidden zone that even Divine Thought could not peek into at all.

In the distant sky, Fairy Yuexu, Sword Master Jiyuan, who had escaped by luck, and countless observers hiding in the dark, still shaken, all held their breath, their eyes locked tightly on the Chaos forbidden domain that had swallowed the two peerless experts.

In everyone's heart, there was indescribable shock and lingering fear.

This destructive power had already exceeded their cognitive limits of power and had become a nightmare they would never forget.

Time passed slowly in dead silence and terror.

I don't know how long it had been, perhaps a fleeting moment, perhaps ten thousand years.

The Chaos vortex that swallowed everything began to slow down its rotation, and the thick Chaos Qi at the edges gradually became thin and transparent.

The turbulent energy inside the vortex that was enough to tear everything apart also seemed to be calming down slowly.

Finally—

The Chaos faded, revealing the scene inside.

It was an absolute void.

There was no earth, no mountains, no rivers, not even a single fragment of shattered space remained.

Only a grey, chaotic background that seemed to have returned to before the opening of heaven and earth lay silently between heaven and earth, silently telling of the destruction that had just occurred.

And in the very center of this void, a figure was floating quietly.

It was Chu Changsheng!

He was still alive!

But the word "alive," when applied to his state at this moment, seemed too extravagant.

His body was more broken and transparent than before, as if a gentle breeze could blow it away completely.

His limbs and bones were covered in dense cracks like spider webs, and in the depths of each crack, a faint light of Chaos flickered—this was proof that his body was struggling on the verge of collapse.

His skin and muscles had long since disappeared in large areas, revealing the bones beneath that were also covered in cracks but shone with a faint jade luster.

In his chest, a huge hole that was transparent from front to back was shocking. At the edges of the hole, Chaos-colored energy and wisps of faint Grandmist Qi were intertwined, like dying threads, barely maintaining his body so that it would not completely disintegrate.

He hardly had the shape of a "person" anymore, looking more like a "remnant" forcibly pieced together from broken bones, energy, and unyielding will.

Only his right hand was still tightly gripping the nine heavens dragon roar sword.

The sword body was also covered in fine cracks, and the Grandmist brilliance that had originally surrounded the sword body had dimmed to the extreme, as if it could be completely extinguished at any moment.

But the tip of the sword was still trembling slightly, stubbornly pointing to the sky, carrying an arrogance that would never bow—as if it were making a final, life-and-death declaration of war to this world, to that World-Destroying Immortal Tribulation.

And above the sky, that "Absolute Darkness" curtain that covered billions of miles and was suffocating did not disperse.

Those nine "Heavenly Eyes" that indifferently looked down on all living beings—Chaos, Grandmist, Profound Yellow, Primordial, Creation, Annihilation, Reincarnation, Karma, Space-Time—were still suspended above the sky, emitting a cold and ruthless aura of judgment, like ancient gods, coldly watching this catastrophe that had not yet ended.

However, the light of eight of the Heavenly Eyes had already dimmed slightly, and the Origin power in their pupils was nearly exhausted—as if they had just exhausted most of their power.

And located in the very center, that Chaos Heavenly Eye, which represented the most original and unpredictable power, was now shining brightly!

Inside the Heavenly Eye, grey Chaos air currents were spinning, compressing, and condensing frantically, emitting a dull roar like ancient thunder.

A final destructive force, more terrifying and purer than the previous eight Immortal Tribulation beams combined, was slowly brewing within it.

This power was enough to make the heavens tremble, the Six Paths sink, and all living beings in the world feel fear from the root.

This was the last, and the most core, most unsolvable part of the Nine-Source World-Destroying Immortal Tribulation—Chaos Return to Ruins Tribulation!

Under this tribulation, all existence, whether matter, energy, Divine Soul, Laws, or even the concept of Karma, would be completely shattered, decomposed, and fused into the most primitive Chaos, realizing a true sense of being completely erased from heaven and earth—not even leaving a possibility of Reincarnation!

Heaven and earth, at this moment, completely fell into dead silence.

Even the wind did not dare to blow at all.

Chu Changsheng slowly raised his head.

The veins on his forehead bulged like coiled dragons, and every inch of his skin was cracking inch by inch under the frantic erosion of the Immortal Tribulation's power. The golden blood that seeped out was completely evaporated by the surrounding void before it even landed, leaving not even a trace.

He used those eyes, with pupils almost shattered but still having a cluster of weak flames burning stubbornly in the ashes, to stare fixedly at the Chaos Heavenly Eye above the sky that was shining brighter and brighter.

This eye was shaped like an eternal millstone, containing the Chaos Origin, and wisps of world-destroying black flames were entwined around the edge of the Heavenly Eye like vipers—wherever they passed, even space was collapsing inch by inch, turning into the most original particles, returning to nothingness.

He could clearly feel that the destructive aura locking onto him, like an abyss or a mountain, like the sky falling and the earth overturning, was how irresistible, how suffocating, how despairing to the bone marrow, making even his Divine Soul tremble under this pressure.

The first eight Immortal Tribulations, one fiercer than the other, one crueler than the other.

Lightning Tribulation was like a dragon, purple electricity crossing the sky, tearing the firmament; Wind Tribulation was like a blade, cold light piercing the bones, shaving bones and extracting Souls; Fire Tribulation was like a prison, flames flooding the sky, burning the sky and boiling the sea...

Every time, it almost completely shattered him, destroying his body and Soul.

But he relied on a fierce spirit of crawling out of a sea of corpses and blood, on the resonance of the remnant Dragon Soul of the nine heavens dragon roar sword in his hand, and on the momentary miracle of the Grandmist Dao rhyme deep in his Dantian bursting out in a desperate situation—he carried it through.

Even, in that extreme pain of being repeatedly destroyed and reborn, his broken body, his riddled Divine Soul, and even that wisp of Dao seed that almost extinguished, were tempered and purified by the power of the Immortal Tribulation in a cruel way, undergoing some unspeakable qualitative change.

Bones recast, like stars cast, flashing with immortal jade luster; Divine Soul condensed, like crystal clear glass, unstained by a speck of dust; Dao seed swaying, unexpectedly having a trace of transcending this world, touching eternity.

But, it was over.