331: Chapter 331 One finger shatters countless worlds, trampling through corpse mounds to reveal the true form.

"Since you refuse to crawl out of this turtle shell, I shall go in myself and smash your turtle shell to bits, piece by piece."

This declaration, laden with supreme dominance and extreme contempt, slowly rippled through the absolute darkness of the Primordial Abyss.

Before the words had even faded.

Zhou Wannian's right hand, which had transformed into a sword finger, pointed upward in a plain and simple manner.

There was no earth-shattering vortex of Spiritual Qi.

Nor was there any violent gale tearing through the Void Realm.

This finger, seemingly understated, was like a Mortal casually flicking an invisible spider silk in mid-air.

But at the ten-thousandth of an instant when the fingertip moved.

The inner universe rules of the Great Five Elements Illusory World Art, perfectly self-consistent and transcending all dimensions, completely crossed the boundaries of the Physical Body.

The extreme sharpness of the primal geng metal divine iron.

The absolute destruction of the Great Perfection Space Collapse.

The ruthless deprivation of the Great Perfection Time Reversal.

Three supreme Law powers, at Zhou Wannian's fingertip, instantly fused and collapsed into an ultimate Sword Intent singularity, only the size of a mustard seed, yet emitting a five-colored glazed luster.

This singularity shot toward the giant illusory face above the firmament, which was pieced together from countless painful human faces.

"Utterly arrogant. I am the Lord of the Myriad Worlds; how dare an ant like you challenge its edge? Die!"

That sky-covering, blood-gaping mouth emitted a violent roar that shook the abyss.

The giant mouth snapped open.

A foul-smelling black storm, formed entirely from the decaying resentment of countless Major Thousand Worlds, spewed out from the giant mouth.

Within this black storm were the desperate curses of billions of living beings before their deaths.

Even a powerhouse at the Peak of the Creation Realm would have its Dao Heart collapse and its Physical Body rot into mud the moment it was touched by even a sliver of it.

This was a strike of rage from the so-called "Honored Superior."

Carrying a terrifying will to devour and assimilate everything, it crushed down fiercely toward that tiny five-colored Sword Intent singularity.

However.

An incredible and desperate scene played out shockingly above the Primordial Abyss.

The moment the black resentment storm, sufficient to drown a multiverse, collided with the five-colored Sword Intent singularity.

No deafening energy explosion occurred.

It was like a rushing, turbid mudslide that abruptly slammed into a peerless heavenly saber forged from Nine Heavens divine iron, heated to a crimson red.

"Chi, chi, chi."

A continuous, ear-piercing sound of dissolution exploded crazily in the Void Realm.

That incomparably massive black storm, from the very front where it contacted the singularity, was forcibly split in two by a completely unreasonable dimensional power.

The power of the Great Perfection Five Elements Disintegration, like billions of greedy fire dragons, spiraled crazily upward along the trajectory of the storm.

Those resentment energies containing fatal curses, under the scouring of the Disintegration power, instantly lost all Law activity.

They were extremely domineeringly and forcibly dismantled, purified, and reduced to the most basic, harmless dust.

"This... how is this possible? What kind of hellish Law is this?"

On that huge illusory face, all the painful human faces revealed expressions of extreme horror and disbelief at this moment.

The core will of the Honored Superior, hidden behind the scenes, felt the emotion known as "fear" for the first time.

But it was too late.

The mustard-seed-sized five-colored Sword Intent singularity, after slicing through the black storm, did not lose its momentum.

It was like a shooting star flying in reverse, dragging a long, glazed tail flame, piercing with extreme precision and ruthlessness into that sky-covering, blood-gaping mouth.

"Hum."

An extremely dull, strange sword chime, as if striking the heart of the Universe, emanated from inside the giant face.

Immediately after.

That incomparably huge illusory face went completely rigid.

Starting from the position of its brow, a subtle crack emitting a five-colored glazed luster appeared abruptly.

Within a ten-thousandth of a second, this crack spread at a crazy speed, covering the entire giant face pieced together from human faces like a spiderweb.

"Ah!"

A scream of extreme misery, as if thousands of Souls were being torn apart simultaneously, erupted from the giant face.

"Bang."

The next instant.

That high and mighty, arrogant illusory face exploded with a boom in mid-air.

The power of the Great Perfection Space Collapse detonated completely inside the giant face, tearing its massive mental will into black fragments flying across the sky.

Before these fragments could disperse, they were completely shredded into nothingness by the golden light emitted by the one hundred and eight time dao patterns.

One finger.

Just a single finger.

The terrifying Honored Superior who ruled the Tomb of Myriad Worlds and harvested countless Major Thousand Worlds—its Incarnation of will that had descended across space—had its concept of existence completely erased by Zhou Wannian.

Zhou Wannian slowly withdrew his right hand.

He didn't even spare a glance at the dissipating black nothingness.

His hands were very casually placed behind his back again.

A washed-out green robe fluttered gently in the rippling aftermath of the Law.

On that handsome and easygoing face hung a faint smile, extremely relaxed yet revealing supreme dominance.

Zhou Wannian spoke in a steady tone, as if evaluating a piece of inferior porcelain he had casually crushed.

Zhou Wannian said calmly: "Even an Incarnation of will is as brittle as paper; it seems your true body, you old turtle, is not much stronger."

He did not linger in place.

Since he had said he would smash the other party's turtle shell, he would definitely not go back on his word.

Zhou Wannian took a steady and relaxed step.

The Great Perfection Space Law operated with a boom beneath his feet.

Inch Distant Horizon.

His slender and upright green figure flickered abruptly in the Void Realm.

The next moment.

He had directly crossed a distance of millions of miles and stood truly upon the surface of that "Tomb of Myriad Worlds" star body, which was suffocatingly huge.

When Zhou Wannian's feet landed on this strange land, pieced together from the wreckage of countless dead Major Thousand Worlds.

A nauseating, extreme stench, and a death Law so thick it could almost not be dissolved, like a tangible quagmire, attempted to swallow him whole.

The land beneath his feet presented a sickly dark red color.

There was no soil, no rock.

Spread on the ground were huge fragments of world barriers.

In the gaps between these fragments flowed dark red blood vessels as thick as ancient galaxies.

Inside the blood vessels, black viscous liquid surged crazily, making a terrifying sound like the wailing of billions of ghosts.

This was a true multiverse purgatory.

It was the ultimate graveyard of life and Law.

But Zhou Wannian, standing on this purgatory, was like a peerless immortal untainted by dust.

The thin, translucent, glazed dimensional barrier on his body surface tightly isolated all stench and death Law three feet away.

Even.

The world barrier fragments beneath his feet, which were originally squirming and attempting to spew corrosive venom, felt the absolutely crushing mass and pressure of the inner universe, and actually stopped all movements like a dead thing encountering its natural enemy, extremely docilely, even with a hint of fear.

Zhou Wannian lowered his head slightly, his deep gaze piercing through the layered world wreckage beneath his feet, looking toward the deepest core of this huge star body.

Zhou Wannian spoke in an easygoing tone, with a hint of compassion and merciless sarcasm, evaluating softly: "To forcibly sew together so many worlds that should have been reborn in Reincarnation, using them as a hotbed to absorb energy. This method is not only cruel, but extremely stupid. Without an endless inner cycle, purely piling up dead things, this throne will collapse sooner or later."

Just the moment Zhou Wannian's words fell.

The entire Tomb of Myriad Worlds suddenly trembled violently.

"Rumble."

A heaven-shaking roar came from the deepest part of the earth.

The Honored Superior hiding in the core of the star body, having had its Incarnation of will crushed by Zhou Wannian's finger and then being stepped on, finally fell into a state of crazy rage.

"Kill him! Drag this perfect consumable into the Nine Nether Blood Pool for me! I want to peel his inner universe alive!"

The Honored Superior's shrill, hoarse roar spread crazily outward along the thick dark red blood vessels on the earth.

In an instant.

This incomparably huge, dead star body seemed to come alive instantly.

All around Zhou Wannian's body.

The ground cracked open with a boom.

Hundreds of thousands of huge bronze coffins broke through the soil from the cracked world gaps.

"Bang, bang, bang."

The lids of the bronze coffins were forcibly blasted away by a violent force.

Terrifying corpses, each with a size exceeding one hundred thousand zhang and emitting a pressure comparable to a half-step Creator, stood up slowly from the coffins.

These corpses were not ordinary headless gods and demons.

Some had three heads and six arms, covered in ancient dragon scales; others were composed entirely of translucent starlight bones, holding broken extreme-path star weapons.

They were the top-tier supreme Immortal Emperors and ancient Creation Gods from the various Major Thousand Worlds that had once been devoured by the Tomb of Myriad Worlds.

After they fell, their corpses were refined by the Honored Superior using extremely evil secret methods into "grave-guarding divine generals" protecting this star body.

Although they had lost most of their Divine Abilities from their lifetimes, their terrifying Physical Body mass and instinctive Law resistance were magnified countless times.

One hundred thousand grave-guarding divine generals at the half-step Creator level.

This terrifying lineup, if placed in the outside world, would be enough to slaughter the entire Grand Void Firmament and Taisu Origin World clean within a day.

"Roar!"

One hundred thousand divine generals issued a Soul roar simultaneously without vocal cords.

They took huge strides capable of crushing the star sea, waving the extreme-path weapons stained with the rust of time in their hands, like a sky-covering death cloud, launching a desperate charge toward the Youth in Green Robe who stood in the center of the land as small as dust.

From all directions.

In the sky and on the ground.

All space was completely sealed off.

The terrifying gale brought about by the charge of these one hundred thousand divine generals even squeezed the remaining Space Law in the surrounding Void Realm into powder.

Facing this terrifying siege that would make even a real Creator feel despair and have no choice but to flee in panic.

Zhou Wannian.

Still stood firmly in place.

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He didn't even blink his eyes.

There was not a single trace of panic on his handsome and easygoing face.

There was only an extremely cold and sharp killing intent, and a faint hint of pity for these heroic spirits whose remains were being desecrated after death.

Zhou Wannian's tone was steady, as if whispering to the sandstorm in the sky, as he spoke indifferently.

Zhou Wannian said calmly, "In life, you were supreme overlords of your respective worlds, yet after death, you were refined into watchdogs by a maggot from the gutters. Fine, I'll be a good man today and help you achieve complete liberation. Dust to dust, ashes to ashes."

He did not form any complex hand seals.

Nor did he draw the primal beginning questioning sword hidden within his inner universe.

He simply, and quite normally, withdrew his hands which had been clasped behind his back.

He spread both hands outward at the same time.

Palms facing the ground.

Zhou Wannian's tone carried an unquestionable will to cleanse the world as he coldly spat out four words.

Zhou Wannian declared majestically, "Five Elements Disintegration. World Cleansing."

Boom.

As he uttered those four words.

The perfectly self-consistent inner universe rules of the Great Five Elements Illusory World Art, which transcended all dimensions, erupted outward from Zhou Wannian as the absolute center like a world-destroying Big Bang.

One hundred and eight time dao patterns burst forth with an extreme golden light from Zhou Wannian's body that could blind any god.

Great Perfection Space Collapse.

Great Perfection Five Elements Disintegration.

Great Perfection Time Reversal.

Three supreme inner universe Laws perfectly merged at this moment, transforming into an absolute purification halo of five-colored glazed light that expanded at a terrifying speed exceeding the speed of light.

A scene of incredible, despairing crushing power played out shockingly on the surface of this celestial body pieced together from world wreckage.

Those hundred thousand aggressive Tomb-Guarding Divine Generals, capable of trampling the multiverse.

The moment they touched the five-colored glazed purification halo.

There was no deafening sound of clashing weapons.

Nor was there any stalemate from a conflict of Laws.

They were like a hundred thousand sand sculptures made of extremely fragile sand, facing a level twelve violent typhoon.

"Chiiiiii—"

A continuous, scalp-numbing sound of melting rang out frantically across the land.

Starting from the divine generals at the very front who touched the halo.

Their bodies of Primordial Immortal Emperors and armor of Star Dragon scales, claimed to be eternal through ten thousand tribulations.

Under the wash of the Five Elements Disintegration power, they instantly lost all material solidity.

The violent Time Reversal Law brutally drained the evil incantation energy within them that kept their corpses from rotting.

Those broken Extreme Dao Star Weapons became like biscuits weathered for billions of years, turning directly into void dust in mid-air.

Immediately after.

Those hundred thousand massive divine general bodies disintegrated and collapsed inch by inch within that unstoppable purification halo.

They didn't scream, for they had long since lost the ability to feel pain.

But at the moment of their disintegration, the remnant heroic spirit wills imprisoned deep within the remains, having suffered through countless eons of torment, finally achieved true liberation.

Ethereal phantoms of Primordial Immortal Emperors and Creation Gods, emitting a faint glow, drifted out from the disintegrating dust.

They did not attack Zhou Wannian.

Instead, they all bowed deeply toward the Youth in Green Robe standing at the center of the halo like a peerless god, performing the oldest and most solemn Daoist salute.

Then, with relieved smiles, these phantoms turned into a rain of light and completely dissipated into the dark Primordial Abyss, returning to the true cosmic cycle.

Half a breath.

In just half a breath's time.

The army of a hundred thousand Tomb-Guarding Divine Generals, capable of sweeping through the heavens and myriad worlds.

Was completely and utterly wiped clean under Zhou Wannian's casual "World Cleansing" technique.

Not even a sliver of bone fragment remained.

Not only that.

The five-colored glazed purification halo did not slow down.

Like an invisible giant razor pushing through a sea of stars, it ruthlessly scraped across the dark red earth.

The world barrier fragments piled on the ground, and the thick dark red blood vessels flowing with black liquid.

Under the sweep of the halo, they all melted and were purified frantically like ice and snow under a blazing sun.

The originally nauseating stench and Laws of death were forcibly dispersed.

Within a radius of millions of miles around Zhou Wannian, an absolutely clean and flat vacuum zone was forcibly cleared out.

Zhou Wannian slowly withdrew his hands and casually brushed the sleeves of his Green Robe.

His expression remained as calm as ever, not even his breathing rate had changed in the slightest.

He lowered his head slightly, looking at the floor beneath his feet which, after being completely purified, revealed a layer of extremely solid unknown crystalline ground emitting a deep blue glow.

This was the true core inner shell of the Tomb of Ten Thousand Worlds.

A leisurely smile played at the corners of Zhou Wannian's mouth.

Zhou Wannian muttered softly to himself in a steady tone, "The weeds outside have been cleared. Next, it's time to dig out the rat hole beneath the ground."

He raised his right foot.

Facing the solid crystalline inner shell emitting the deep blue glow beneath his feet.

He didn't use any Spells.

Nor did he gather power.

He simply, and quite normally, stepped down heavily.

Boom.

A heartbeat-like sound that seemed capable of shattering the entire dimension exploded beneath his feet.

The power of Great Perfection Space Collapse followed Zhou Wannian's sole, piercing deep into the earth like an indestructible cosmic divine needle.

Crack.

That crystalline inner shell, said to be able to withstand the Big Bang, was instantly covered in terrifying cracks as dense as a spider's web under this single step.

Immediately after, the entire ground collapsed.

A massive, bottomless black hole with a diameter of over a hundred thousand zhang appeared beneath Zhou Wannian's feet.

Zhou Wannian did not use any escape techniques.

He simply stood with his hands behind his back, his Green Robe fluttering elegantly.

He allowed his body to fall steadily and calmly toward the very core of the Tomb of Ten Thousand Worlds, following the terrifying pull of gravity.

In his ears was the violent whistling of spatial turbulence.

Before his eyes were the rapidly receding layers of shattered world wreckage.

After descending for an unknown amount of time.

The surrounding darkness gradually faded.

Replacing it was a vast underground space filled with extremely piercing dark red blood-light.

When Zhou Wannian's feet landed firmly on the bottom of this space.

An extreme Aura of evil, greed, and despair, billions of times denser than outside, rushed toward him like a materialized tsunami.

There was no sky here.

Only countless massive blood vessels hanging down from the layers of world wreckage above.

In the absolute center of this space.

Floated a strange sphere, so massive it was impossible to calculate, grayish in color and covered in countless holes and cracks.

This sphere emitted a faint yet vast multiverse primordial Origin Aura.

This was the so-called "Grand Grandmist Primordial Core" that the "Honored Superior" had spent so much effort collecting from countless Major Thousand Worlds, attempting to forcibly devour and fuse with.

And on top of that primordial core.

Like an extremely ugly and bloated giant leech, an indescribable and terrifying creature was clinging tightly.

It had no fixed form.

Its body was composed entirely of countless viscous black tentacles, countless wailing faces of pain, and countless giant eyeballs flashing with greedy red light.

Its thick black tentacles were driven deep into the cracks of the primordial core below like steel nails, frantically and greedily sucking the last trace of pure cosmic Origin from within the core.

This.

Was the ultimate mastermind who called himself the "Lord of Ten Thousand Worlds" and viewed countless living beings as mere grass and batteries.

The true body of the Honored Superior.

The moment Zhou Wannian's tall and slender figure in green landed at the bottom of this space.

The terrifying leech monster clinging to the primordial core suddenly convulsed violently.

Its countless giant blood-colored eyeballs all turned in unison, staring fixedly at Zhou Wannian standing in the distance.

A massive bloody maw, occupying half its body, slowly split open from between the tentacles.

An extremely hoarse will, filled with extreme madness and greed, echoed thunderously within this space.

The Honored Superior's voice was as piercing as the cries of ten thousand ghosts as it roared, "A perfect inner universe... an Ultimate Dao Fruit without a trace of Impurities. You actually dared to come down. As long as I devour you, I can completely refine this primordial core, achieve the final transcendence, and become the only True God of these endless dimensions. Since you've delivered yourself to my door, then obediently become my nourishment!"

Along with this roar.

The Honored Superior's massive, bloated body suddenly sprang up from the primordial core.

Billions of black tentacles transformed into a death net that blotted out the sky, carrying terrifying slime that could corrode all Laws, as they lunged fiercely toward Zhou Wannian.

Facing this ultimate boss strike, which was as ugly as it was terrifying.

There was not a single ripple on Zhou Wannian's handsome face.

He didn't even have the inclination to sigh.

He merely tilted his chin up slightly.

His eyes, deep as an ancient well, coldly watched the disgusting mass of flesh lunging at him.

Zhou Wannian's tone was steady, carrying an absolute majesty that controlled the power of life and death over all things, as he spoke indifferently.

Zhou Wannian declared with a cold expression, "A blood-sucking parasite, no matter how fat it eats, is ultimately just a bug. Today, I will pull out your intestines piece by piece and see just how much black water is inside."