432: Chapter 432 Sword Child

At the front of the Human Race lines.

Chen Shenhuang remained standing quietly.

His hands were casually clasped behind his back, his green robes fluttering slightly, and his expression was so calm... it was as if he were in his own courtyard, idly watching the clouds roll and unfurl.

However, centered on his body, with a radius of three feet, was an absolute Domain.

Any turbulent, terrifying pressure flooding in, strong enough to instantly crush a Soul Transformation Peak expert, would, the moment it entered this "three-foot" radius, be like snow meeting an eternal sun—silently and utterly dissolving, returning to the most complete "nothingness."

It was as if the place where he stood was the end of all Laws, a vacuum of rules, the absolute antithesis of all "being."

His calm eyes reflected twenty-seven world-destroying scenes, yet they were as deep as an ancient, dark pool, without a single ripple.

The Sword Child maintained his posture, hand on his sword.

His long fingers rested steadily on the archaic hilt, his knuckles slightly white from the extreme force.

Yet, his entire being had already transformed into a sword!

A peerless, vicious sword that had been sealed at the end of time and space, its edge forever pointing towards the firmament, thirsting to drink the blood of gods and demons!

Although it had not been unsheathed, that Supreme Sword Intent—which could sever Karma, shatter all Laws, and was sharp enough to crack the very heavens and earth—had naturally formed an invisible "Sword Domain" around him.

Any alien aura or Law that invaded would be quietly decomposed, sliced, and thoroughly annihilated by the "Sword Intent" that permeated this Domain, fine as dust.

His hand was as steady as the cornerstone supporting the Myriad Heavens and Worlds.

Saintess Long Yue stood quietly in the center of that bright, clear moon.

The moonlight was like water, flowing coldly, enveloping her form; it was dreamlike and illusory, unlike anything of the mortal world.

Yet, it was this seemingly gentle and harmless, bright, clear radiance that constructed an insurmountable, inviolable absolute barrier three zhang around her.

Twenty-seven torrents of aura, each with different attributes and extremely overbearing ferocity, surged forward. They crashed against this moonlight barrier like raging waves striking an ancient ice cliff, emitting dull, heavy thuds, only to slide away and dissipate, clearly separated, unable to invade even a tiny bit.

The moonlight remained cold, illuminating her peerless profile, and even more, reflecting that absolute aloofness and purity—transcendent, unstained by dust, untouched by all Laws.

Li Wuji sat cross-legged in the palm of that towering, colossal Incarnation of a deity.

His eyes were slightly closed, his face solemn and dignified, and mysterious Dao rhythms flowed around his body like mist and clouds.

The face of the deity Incarnation was shrouded in endless divine light, blurry and indistinct, yet it exuded a Supreme Divine Might that could create the world, stabilize the universe, and suppress the eight wastelands and six directions.

Li Wuji's aura resonated perfectly with the deity Incarnation, merging into one, as if he were the walking Incarnation of this ancient deity in the present world.

His expression was indifferent, his lips moving slightly, as if silently chanting some ancient scripture originating from the Primordial Beginning, turning a blind eye to the monstrous ferocity and the twenty-seven peerless enemies outside.

It was as if all of that was merely dust brushing past a divine statue, the clamor of ants that was not even worth him opening his eyes to look at.

Ji Tianming stood with his hands behind his back before the layers of jade steps of the towering Heavenly Palace.

Behind him, the Incarnation of the Heavenly Court's palaces shone with ten thousand paths of golden light, a thousand strands of auspicious energy, surrounded by auspicious clouds, with the Incarnations of immortal birds and Divine Beasts circling and dancing.

The gates of the Heavenly Palace were tightly closed, yet they naturally exuded a Supreme majesty that ruled the Myriad Heavens and Worlds, held dominion over all Laws, and decided the fate of the universe.

The twenty-seven torrents of pressure, capable of crushing stars and annihilating worlds, when approaching the area covered by the Heavenly Palace's golden light, acted as if subjects meeting their emperor—naturally, and with reverence, they diverted, detoured, and retreated, completely unable to form any effective impact or pressure.

Standing there, he was like the Incarnation of Heavenly Dao order, representing orthodoxy and the Dominator, untouched by all Laws, causing all evil to retreat.

These five people, like five silent, unshakable ancient divine mountains, were firmly nailed to the very forefront of that torrent of destruction.

They were not resisting head-on, but rather, using their own mysterious and unfathomable methods that were close to the "Dao" itself, they were dissolving, isolating, ignoring, or forcing into submission that torrent capable of destroying everything, forcibly dividing, obstructing, and dispelling it into nothingness!

And behind the "impenetrable wall" they formed—

"Hmph!"

With a cold snort that carried a metallic tremor, Xuanyuan Zhanxian stomped forward!

As his step landed, it was as if he had stepped on the node where the Yin and Yang of heaven and earth converged. The incomparably mysterious Taiji Diagram beneath his feet expanded with a "boom"!

The Yin and Yang fish chased each other's tails, rotating slowly, and the Supreme Dao rhythm of "the Dao gives birth to one, one gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, and three gives birth to all things" permeated the area.

This Taiji Diagram was not a dead object; it was like a massive, living millstone, actively drawing in the violent auras that leaked through from the front, and with the Taiji true meaning that was both extremely soft and extremely hard, and endlessly circulating, it slowly ground, annihilated, and transformed them, firmly protecting the world behind him.

"Clang—!"

A clear, proud, soul-piercing Phoenix cry tore through the heavy pressure!

Around Jian Tanghuang, glazed golden Phoenix divine fire erupted, blazing fiercely!

At this moment, she seemed to have transformed into a true ancient Divine Phoenix, her Battle Intent so intense it ignited the Void Realm!

Where the divine fire burned, space twisted and melted, emitting a "sizzling" sound of scorching. Any fierce, malevolent aura or sinister demonic atmosphere that attempted to approach was scorched and purified by this Phoenix fire, which contained endless vitality and purifying power, unable to advance even an inch!

"Roar—!!!"

An overbearing, majestic Dragon roar, carrying an aura of destruction, shook the eight wastelands!

Around Chu Zhanxiao, nine thunder dragons, entirely condensed from deep purple destructive divine thunder, appeared vividly, roaring and flying around his body!

He took a step, and the Void Realm beneath his feet collapsed in response!

The nine thunder dragons moved with him, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws, their Supreme aura as the Supreme of the Thunder Dao and wielder of Heavenly Punishment released without reservation!

They clashed fiercely with the sharp golden light of the Golden-Winged Great Peng that tore through space, as well as several other auras filled with ferocity and tyranny, erupting with ear-piercing, sharp sounds of Law friction and energy annihilation, actually matching them evenly, not yielding in the slightest!

"Hum—!"

At this moment of extreme tension, a golden Qi and blood, brilliant as a Nine Heavens sun descending, heavy as an ancient star core falling to earth, and vast as the raging waves of an endless ocean, erupted like a world-destroying volcano that had been suppressed for an ancient era, shooting straight into the firmament!

In Luo Xiaojiu's eyes, the golden light was as intense as two miniature suns!

Her black hair danced wildly against the sky, and her Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, at this moment, completely, utterly, and unreservedly awakened!

The golden Qi and blood was no longer a pervasive energy, but had condensed into a golden pillar of heaven that connected the earth to the sky, appearing as solid as reality!

Within the heavenly pillar was contained an ancient, overbearing, and savage Battle Intent and will—the power to break all Laws with one force, to become a sage through the Physical Body, and to be the only one Supreme!

It did not defend but instead counterattacked, carrying the barbarity to crush everything, actively crashing into the twenty-seven intertwined, colorful, and terrifying torrents of destruction pressure!

"Boom—!!!"

This collision erupted with an unprecedented, terrifying roar!

This sound did not resemble an energy collision at all; it was more like two living, Supreme-spirit, Extreme Dao Emperor weapons, crazily clashing and tearing at each other!

At the intersection of the golden Qi and blood pillar and the colorful torrent of destruction, space did not just collapse; it, like fragile glass, directly annihilated and evaporated in sheets and chunks!

Exposing an absolutely pitch-black Void Realm zone that was constantly expanding, swallowing all light and sound!

Even sight and Divine Thought cast into it seemed as if they would be instantly swallowed!

"Hmm?!"

This power—extremely Yang, extremely hard, overbearingly peerless, and unreasonably savage—caused the pupils of those few figures at the very front of the alien camp to simultaneously constrict sharply!

The Deep Sea Halberd Emperor's eyes, deep blue as an abyss, narrowed slightly, his gaze piercing through the chaotic and violent energy turbulence, locking tightly onto that figure at the center of the golden Qi and blood, who stood as straight as a spear, black hair dancing wildly.

For the first time, a gravity that was definitely not feigned appeared in his eyes.

"Desolate Ancient Sacred Body..." His deep voice carried the echoes of the ocean abyss, "Recorded in the ancient books of the Human Race... the Extreme Dao of the Physical Body, a single drop of blood can become a vast ocean, Fist Intent can shatter stars... I thought it had long since perished with the ancient era, becoming a legend... I did not expect..."

In his voice, apprehension and killing intent were equally intense.

Almost at the same instant, that descendant of the Golden-Winged Great Peng, with golden divine wings on his back and an aura so sharp it seemed capable of cutting through heaven and earth, turned his gaze, sharp as a peerless divine sword, suddenly towards Chu Zhanxiao!

In his Peng eyes, the nine roaring purple thunder dragons, radiating an aura of world destruction, were clearly reflected.

What shook his mind even more was the pure, vast, Supreme Dragon might contained within those thunder dragons, as well as the Dao rhythm that was almost perfectly compatible and integrated with the Origin of thunder!

"Not just... the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body..." He muttered to himself, his voice carrying a trace of uncertainty that even he himself had not noticed, perhaps even... a faint trace of horror?

"That kid who controls thunder..."

"On him... that extremely pure Dragon might... and that aura that seems to be co-born from the same source as the Origin of thunder..."

"Could this be..."

He paused, and a terrifying name that had almost been buried by the long river of time, existing only in the corners of the most ancient forbidden texts, was slowly squeezed out from between his teeth:

"The True Dragon Dao Body, which was long ago envied by the Heavenly Dao, regarded as an anomaly, and whose Legacy had been severed at the beginning of the previous era?!"