420: Chapter 420 Boundless Abyss

Boom—!

This time, the thunderous roar transcended the Realm of sound.

It was the mournful cry of the Star Network!

It was the sound of the thirteen Soul Transformation Divine Might Domains being violently pierced and shattered!

It was the chaotic roar of different Supreme Laws colliding, annihilating, and regenerating here!

That impregnable Star Network, which had sealed the heavens and locked the earth, now flickered like a candle in the wind, emitting an unbearable, bone-chilling, teeth-grinding "creak... crack, crack, crack..." sound as countless starlight runes exploded with a crackle!

The Blood Moon, which corroded all things, had its moonlight scoured, dispersed, and purified, shrinking by nearly half!

The phantom of the Boundless Sea Abyss was evaporated, leaving behind a massive, steam-rolling void!

The billions of Soul-devouring insects, as if encountering their natural nemesis, emitted sharp, terrified hisses, fleeing madly backward as the edges of the condensed insect cloud disintegrated continuously!

The Twelve Star Envoys shuddered simultaneously, their faces pale as paper, silver Star-radiance blood spilling from the corners of their mouths—the backlash of the Star Network had arrived!

"What?!"

The cruel and mocking expression on the Blood Moon Demon Prince's face instantly froze and shattered, leaving behind only an undisguisable shock and a cold, creeping horror in his wide-open eyes!

The Deep Sea Halberd Emperor's pupils, which had always been calm as an ancient well, contracted to pinpoints. The veins on the back of his hand gripping the giant halberd bulged like coiling dragons, his knuckles turning white from the grip!

For the first time, the Soul-Devouring Mother Emperor's massive insect cloud body emitted a shrill, mournful cry—not an attack, but one mixed with pain and fear—and the entire insect cloud trembled violently, becoming thin and sparse!

"This aura... Impossible! The spatial coordinates of this area should have been completely obfuscated and sealed! How could they possibly..." Another Soul Transformation expert's roar of shock and anger was interrupted by an even more violent impact that followed!

In a flash of lightning! No time to think! No time to react! No time to breathe!

Those two beams of light, which tore through everything and stunned the ages, had already pierced the final distance!

Like ancient stars returning to their nests, carrying the weight and majesty to suppress the heavens, steadily, heavily, and with the force of ten thousand tons that caused the earth to collapse once more, they crashed down before Chu Zhanxiao, who was already covered in blood, his black robes tattered, yet still standing straight with his spine upright like a solitary Peak.

Dust? No, even the dust had been swept away by the shockwaves.

The light slowly retracted.

Like the curtain of the Universe slowly pulling back, revealing the ultimate scenery hidden beneath it.

Two figures stood side by side.

Back to back, protecting the blood-soaked person behind them.

Facing the enemy, looking directly at the thirteen shocked Soul Transformation powerhouses ahead.

The one on the left, in white robes.

The white robe was as white as snow, unstained by a speck of dust, as if it had existed since the separation of Grandmist, standing independent of all calamities.

His face was handsome, a perfect work of art carved by the Heavenly Dao. The refined nobility and detachment between his brows were not arrogance, but the eternal calm and transcendence that settled after witnessing the birth and death of the Universe and the long river of time.

There was no soaring Evil Qi around him, only Yin and Yang Qi like two ancient spirit fish chasing each other's tails, flowing leisurely in an endless cycle. Finally, behind him, it naturally manifested into a vast, sky-covering phantom of the Taiji Diagram.

In the diagram, black and white were clearly defined. As the two poles rotated, they derived earth, fire, water, and wind; the phantoms of the Four Symbols (Azure Dragon coiling in the clouds, White Tiger crouching on the mountain, Vermilion Bird bathing in fire, Black Tortoise suppressing the sea) appeared faintly on the four sides, endless and ceaseless.

This was not a manifestation of a Divine Ability, but the direct materialization of the most fundamental principles of the Dao from the beginning of heaven and earth, suppressing all evil spirits and heresies, and smoothing out all chaotic and violent Origin Qi.

The one on the right, surrounded by Divine flames.

Her posture was as straight as a spear, her face stunning the world, yet she was the polar opposite of the white-robed person's cold Dao charm.

She was shrouded in golden Divine flames that burned fiercely, as if they possessed life.

As the flames danced, they simultaneously conveyed Supreme nobility and the violence to burn everything to ashes.

As the Divine flames rose, that incomparably massive phantom of the Divine Phoenix, as if cast from eternal Divine gold, was now so clear that the texture of every single feather was visible!

It stood with its head held high, claws flying, and the Supreme aura that looked down upon the eight wildernesses spread out like a tangible tsunami.

Merely the existence of such a phantom caused the temperature within a thousand miles to skyrocket, burning the Void Realm into countless transparent ripples and tiny black cracks!

The moisture in the air was instantly evaporated, and even the spectators in the distance felt their mouths dry and their faces burning!

Her eyes were also brilliant, as if cast from liquid gold. As her gaze swept across, it was no longer just scorching, but carried a kind of judgmental and indifferent majesty.

The Soul Transformation enemies lightly swept by her gaze found their protective spiritual light flickering uncontrollably, as if licked by invisible flames; deep within their Divine Soul, clear warning stings of being stared at by a higher-level existence were transmitted!

The two of them simply stood there. Neither spoke. Neither moved.

Yet—the terrifying joint pressure of the thirteen, which had been burning the heavens and earth like a destructive sun and intended to grind everything into powder, now collided head-on like a violent tsunami against an eternal, towering Divine mountain!

Silently. It was divided. It was neutralized. It was steadily, absolutely, forced back!

A dead silence. A silence colder than frozen stars and darker than the abyss completely shrouded this red wasteland that had just been performing a symphony of destruction.

At this moment, all was silent.

Only—the low and grand Dao chanting emitted by the Taiji Diagram covering half the sky as it slowly rotated: "Om... Ma..."

And—the subtle yet Soul-shaking crackling sound emitted when the golden Divine flames burned eternally, like the sacred fire of an ancient sacrifice, declaring that some irresistible will had descended.

The two stood side by side just like that. Standing on the opposite side of the thirteen Soul Transformation Prodigies whose auras were like abysses and seas, capable of overturning the heavens and earth.

On their faces, there was not the slightest fear born from being surrounded by strong enemies, no trace of panic from the difference in Realm, and not even the gravity and solemnity that should be present when facing a desperate situation.

What they had was merely a cold killing intent that was as indifferent as the Heavenly Dao.

This killing intent was not scorching, but a condensation of extreme low temperature, pure enough to strip away all Impurities of emotion, leaving only the core "must-kill" will.

Like eternal ice, calmly declaring the end.

And, a deeper, more fundamental... arrogance that could not be accurately described in any language.

This was not shallow arrogance, not blustering haughtiness.

This was a kind of "matter-of-course" rooted in the essence of life, flowing from the source of the Bloodline, and constructed on an absolute, unwavering belief in the Dao they practiced.

As if to them, strength was inevitable, victory was destined, and those thirteen terrifying existences opposite them, capable of making stars tremble and all living beings bow, were merely... a few obstructive stones on the road that needed to be cleared away. That was all.

The entire scene was dead silent. So silent that even a heartbeat became a blasphemy, so silent that it seemed this ravaged wasteland, along with all the living beings upon it, had been cast into eternal nothingness.

Those thirteen Soul Transformation Prodigies who, a second ago, were still releasing monstrous ferocity, wantonly mocking fate, and seemingly dominating everything, were now frozen as if by the Law of Time, standing stiffly on the spot, turning into thirteen statues of horror with varied expressions.

The Blood Moon Demon Prince's eyeballs were almost bursting, his scarlet pupils nailed firmly onto the two figures who had descended out of thin air. The cruelty and mockery churning deep in his pupils had long been washed away, leaving only a thick, nearly materialized—disbelief!

"This... how is this possible?!" For the first time, his voice lost its icy, Nine-Nether-like texture, carrying a hint of sharpness and distortion belonging to "shock" that even he hadn't noticed, "Two... two more humans have come?! What about the Star Network?! What about the thirteen-layer Soul Transformation Domain?! Have they all become useless decorations?!"

"Wrong!" The Deep Sea Halberd Emperor's face was as gloomy as the abyss sea beneath his feet. The palm gripping the phantom of the giant halberd turned white at the knuckles from excessive force, trembling slightly, "Their aura... is definitely not Soul Transformation! The radiance of their life level... is not even as good as that kid with the sword!"

"Nas... Nascent Soul?!" The Soul-Devouring Mother Emperor's body, composed of billions of flying insects, experienced chaotic fluctuations for the first time. What she transmitted was no longer cruel appetite, but intense confusion and instinctive vigilance, "Just the Nascent Soul Realm?! Two Nascent Souls... how could they possibly pierce through the inescapable net laid down by the thirteen of us in such a barbaric, unreasonable way?! Even a Peak Soul Transformation expert specializing in space and breaking restrictions could never do it so easily!"

"Who... who exactly are they?!" The leader of the Twelve Star Envoys, that silver-bearded old man, had starlight-like light flashing rapidly in his eyes, attempting to capture, analyze, and deduce the Karma and background of these two, but felt only Chaos, "Such pure... such fundamental aura... among the young generation of the Human Race of this era, when did such... monsters emerge?!"