224: Nirvana and Invincibility in the Spirit Realm

Human Race, Tianyuan City.

This majestic pass, which had carried the Luck of the Human Race for ten thousand years, was now a silent purgatory.

Above the firmament, the original sun, moon, and stars had long since disappeared, replaced by three bleeding purple-black demon suns. Devilish Qi poured down like thick ink, completely contaminating the Spiritual Qi for a million miles around.

The city-protecting grand formation was shattered.

The city walls had collapsed.

Countless high-grade Demonic Beasts rampaged through the ruins, and the corpses of the Human Race and Yao Race were piled up like mountains.

Beneath those three demon suns, a throne built of white bones floated. On the throne sat a bald man wearing a gold-red cassock, with a face as compassionate as a Buddha, yet exuding destructive Devilish Qi from his entire body.

The first Ancestor of the Demon Realm—[Nirvana].

Late Stage Mahayana.

Beneath his feet, two figures covered in blood were half-kneeling in the Void Realm, struggling to hold on.

One was white-haired, holding a broken jade ruler; he was the only Mahayana of the Human Race—[Mo Jianli].

One had a head full of silver hair, transformed into a half-human, half-wolf form, with a claw mark deep enough to see the bone on his chest; he was the Yao Race Mahayana—[Old Ancestor Ao Xiao].

"Cough, cough..."

Mo Jianli coughed up a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, his Aura withered to the extreme.

"Brother Ao Xiao... it seems that today is the day of our fall."

Old Ancestor Ao Xiao gave a tragic laugh, and his usually arrogant wolf eyes also showed despair.

"I only regret not being able to wait for that kid Han Li to return... If he were here, perhaps there would be a glimmer of hope."

"Han Li?"

The Nirvana Ancestor on the throne slowly opened his eyes, his voice like a great bell, shaking their eardrums until they bled.

"Is that the junior who killed Yuan Cha's Clone?"

"Even if he comes, he would be nothing more than a slightly larger ant."

Nirvana slowly raised a hand. The palm was as white as jade, but in the center of the palm, there was a demonic mouth that devoured all things.

"It's over."

"The Spirit Realm shall be destroyed."

"Ten Thousand Demons · Nirvana Tribulation."

Boom!

That palm pressed down.

The Law of heaven and earth completely collapsed at this moment. Space was like a fragile scroll, being crushed at will by an invisible giant hand. An irresistible will of death locked onto Mo Jianli and Ao Xiao.

This was an erasure at the level of rules! There was nowhere to hide!

"Let's give it our all!"

Mo Jianli and Ao Xiao looked at each other, preparing to burn their final Origin for self-detonation.

However.

Just at the moment that hand of death was about to fall.

Riiiip—

The thick demon clouds above Tianyuan City suddenly split open without warning, revealing a huge gap ten thousand miles long.

A ray of golden sunlight (true sunlight) shone in extremely abruptly, spilling onto that demonic hand.

"Who says the Spirit Realm shall be destroyed?"

A calm, gentle, yet clearly audible voice of a young man spread throughout the entire battlefield, echoing between heaven and earth.

Immediately after.

A hand that was not very large, and even looked somewhat delicate, reached out from that crack.

This hand did not have any fancy light or shadow effects, nor did it have any earth-shattering Spiritual Pressure fluctuations.

It simply pressed down.

"Snap."

A soft sound.

Just like swatting a mosquito.

Nirvana's "Hand of Ten Thousand Demons," which was enough to erase two Mahayana Stage Cultivators, directly... shattered upon contact with this hand!

It wasn't blocked.

It was slapped into powder!

"Hmm?"

Nirvana on the throne stood up abruptly, and for the first time, solemnity appeared in those compassionate Buddha eyes.

"Who goes there?!"

From the crack, a figure in azure robes slowly walked out.

He walked with his hands behind his back, treading on the Void Realm. With every step he took, an azure lotus grew beneath his feet. The rampaging Devilish Qi around him actually retreated on its own the moment it encountered him, as if in fear, and as if... in submission.

Azure robes, black hair, eyes as deep as the starry sky.

Zhou Wannian (Han Li).

"Han Li?!"

Mo Jianli and Ao Xiao saw the newcomer clearly, trembling with excitement, almost falling from the sky.

"You... your Aura..."

As a member of the Yao Race, Old Ancestor Ao Xiao was the most sensitive to Auras. He discovered with horror that he completely could not see through the current Han Li. Standing there was not a person, but the Incarnation of the entire world!

"Seniors, you have worked hard."

Zhou Wannian nodded slightly to the two and casually flicked out two Medicinal Pills refined from the leaves of the vast spirit dao fruit.

"Go down and rest."

"Next..."

Zhou Wannian turned around and looked at the high-and-mighty Nirvana Ancestor.

"Leave it to me."

"Arrogance!"

Seeing Zhou Wannian's calm and composed manner, a nameless fire surged in Nirvana's heart.

"A mere newly advanced Mahayana dares to play tricks before this seat?!"

"This seat has cultivated for three million years and devoured countless realms! What kind of thing are you?!"

"Golden Body Dharma Idol! Appear!"

Rumble!

Behind Nirvana, three golden demon Buddhas ten thousand feet tall rose from the ground. Each one exuded the terrifying pressure of the Late Stage Mahayana, and their six arms each held a demonic treasure, smashing down fiercely toward Zhou Wannian.

This was Nirvana's famous ultimate skill—[Three Generations of Demon Buddhas], enough to instantly kill those of the same stage!

Facing this world-destroying attack.

Zhou Wannian did not move.

He just quietly watched the falling demonic weapons, the corner of his mouth curling into an arc called "invincible."

"Three million years?"

"Too long."

"So long that it made you forget what it means to have... heavens beyond heavens."

Zhou Wannian slowly raised his right hand and lightly made a grasping motion toward the Void Realm.

"I say..."

"Disperse."

Buzz——————!!!

A profound fluctuation spread out with Zhou Wannian as the center.

That was the control of Law brought by the vast spirit dao fruit, the physical peak of the Twelve Transformations of the Awakening of Insects, and the power of the Mahayana Stage where words carry the weight of Law.

The next second.

A horrifying scene occurred.

Those three aggressive ten-thousand-foot demon Buddhas suddenly stiffened the moment they heard the word "disperse."

Immediately after.

Like sand sculptures blown away by the wind.

"Crash..."

Starting from the arms, to the torso, and then to the head.

The three Late Stage Mahayana Dharma Idols, under the watchful eyes of everyone, turned into countless golden points of light and dissipated into the Void Realm.

Not even a speck remained.

"What?!!"

Nirvana Ancestor's eyes were about to pop out.

This was his natal Divine Ability! It contained his Law of the Demonic Path! How could it be... gone with just one sentence?!

"This... what Law is this?!"

Nirvana took a step back in horror.

"This isn't a Law of the Spirit Realm! This is... an Immortal Realm Law?!"

"You could say that."

Zhou Wannian took a step forward.

Space folded.

He instantly appeared before Nirvana's throne, the two of them less than three feet apart.

"Nirvana."

Zhou Wannian looked at the face close at hand, his eyes cold.

"I heard you are the number one in the Demon Realm?"

"Slap!"

Zhou Wannian raised his hand and gave a fierce slap to Nirvana's face.

This slap did not use any magic power; it was pure physical strength (Five-Clawed Golden Dragon + Mountain-Shaking Giant Ape + Vajra Holy True Demon).

"Puff!"

Half of Nirvana's face was directly smashed. His entire body, along with that white bone throne, was sent flying like a meteor, crashing through dozens of layers of spatial barriers until he flew to the end of the wasteland outside Tianyuan City.

"Boom!!!"

The earth trembled, and dust soared into the sky.

Zhou Wannian did not pursue.

He just stood there, looking at the tens of millions of Demon Race troops below who were already scared witless.

"Begone."

One word.

Like rolling heavenly thunder.

Thump! Thump!

Countless low-level demons had their heart vessels shattered by this sound wave. The remaining high-level demons, including several Holy Ancestor Incarnations present, had their Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, not even caring about their own boss as they turned and dove into the Demon Spots.

Too terrifying!

This was not a human at all! This was a True Spirit wearing human skin!

...A moment later.

In the ruins at the end of the wasteland.

Nirvana crawled out with disheveled hair, that compassionate face now distorted like a ghost.

"Han Li!!!"

"This seat will never rest until one of us is dead!!!"

"I will sacrifice the entire Demon Realm army! Summon the True Demon Origin!"

He frantically formed seals, wanting to fight for his life.

"Save it."

A cold voice sounded above his head.

Zhou Wannian had appeared in the Void Realm above him at some unknown time.

In his hand, he held a small emerald green sword.

The xuantian spirit slaying sword.

"Your path ends here."

"Slash."

Swish!

An emerald green thread sliced through heaven and earth.

Nirvana's movements froze.

He stared blankly at the thin line that appeared on his chest.

The Origin within his body was severed.

The Law was shattered.

"This... this is... a Xuantian... Treasure..."

Nirvana's eyes showed his final unwillingness and regret.

"So... you have already..."

"Bang."

The first Ancestor of the Demon Realm.

His body split in two.

He fell... at the walls of Tianyuan City.

After a deathly silence, cheers that shook the firmament erupted.

"Old Ancestor Han! Invincible!"

"Old Ancestor Han! Long live!"

Mo Jianli and Ao Xiao looked at the figure in azure robes standing in the Void Realm, holding a sword in one hand and treading on a demonic corpse, their eyes full of relief and awe.

"The waves of the Yangtze River behind push the waves ahead."

Mo Jianli sighed.

"From now on, this Spirit Realm..."

"Will be named Han."