178: Yin-Yang Millstone, Demon's Prison

When the black and white grinding mill that blotted out the sun appeared above the Demon Race base, the entire world seemed to lose its color, leaving only that extreme black and white.

A terrifying pressure originating from the Dao's Origin enveloped every corner of the battlefield.

All the fleeing demons, whether ordinary warriors or Spirit Transformation Realm Demon Generals, found their bodies stiff and unable to move under this pressure, like insects frozen in amber.

Their eyes were filled with endless fear and despair.

They didn't know what it was, but they could feel how small and insignificant they were beneath the slowly rotating black and white grinding mill.

“Father...”

Chu Tian and Chu Batian, who were in the middle of hunting down the enemy, also stopped in their tracks, looking at the phenomenon in the sky in shock.

They could also feel the terrifying power contained within that black and white grinding mill; it was an ultimate destructive force capable of obliterating all things and returning everything to Chaos.

Is this Father's true strength?

Is this the power of the Integration Realm?

“Watch closely, this is the Yin-Yang Great Millstone.”

Chu He's voice sounded calmly in the ears of his two sons.

“This Divine Ability uses Yin and Yang as its foundation and transforms Heaven and Earth into a millstone. It can obliterate the Physical Body, crush the Divine Soul, and refine the Law. It is a supreme Divine Ability of unparalleled offensive power.”

As his voice fell, Chu He's slowly raised right hand suddenly pressed downward.

“Fall!”

Rumble!

Accompanied by a deafening roar, the massive black and white grinding mill began to slowly descend.

It didn't rotate fast; one could even say it was somewhat slow, but it carried an unstoppable and irresistible supreme power.

Wherever the millstone passed, space was annihilated in vast patches.

Those Demon Race warships frozen in place, along with the demon warriors on board, were decomposed and crushed silently the moment they touched the edge of the millstone, like pebbles thrown into a crusher, eventually turning into a stream of primitive particles that were completely swallowed by the millstone.

There were no screams, no explosions, and no flesh and blood flying everywhere.

There was only extreme silence and a heart-palpitating annihilation.

Thousands of demons were completely erased from this world in this eerie silence, without leaving a single trace behind.

It was a silent massacre.

It was a scroll of imagery akin to purgatory.

The throne hall, barracks, nests... all the structures built of flesh and bone turned into nothingness under the crushing weight of the millstone.

The entire massive Demon Race base, under this world-destroying strike, was being erased bit by bit from this Star Domain.

Chu Tian and Chu Batian watched this scene blankly, long since shocked into speechlessness.

In the flick of a finger, the mighty fleet was reduced to ashes and smoke.

This could no longer be described as a Spell or a Divine Ability; this was clearly the method of a deity, the authority of creation and destruction!

They had always thought that after a thousand years of bitter cultivation, their strength was already great enough, and they had even vaguely caught up to their father's footsteps.

But until this moment, they truly understood just how vast the gap between them and their father was.

It was a gap as wide as a heavenly chasm, one that inspired despair.

However, this despair lasted for only a brief moment before being replaced by even more fanatical worship and a determination to catch up.

Having such a god-like father was the greatest pride of their lives!

They also wanted to become strong, as strong as their father!

After an unknown amount of time, when the massive black and white grinding mill slowly dissipated, the originally massive Demon Race base had completely vanished.

In its place, only a gargantuan, bottomless pitch-black hole remained, like a hideous scar on the Universe.

An army of hundreds of thousands of demons, along with the frontline base they had operated for thousands of years, had been completely leveled by Chu He alone in this short time!

“Let's go and see our 'old friends'.”

Chu He's expression was calm, as if he had only done a trivial little thing.

He turned and led his two sons, who were still in shock, toward the only area that hadn't been affected by the Yin-Yang Great Millstone—the Blood Pool... beside the Blood Pool.

Li Changgeng and the other five Void Refining Ancestors had also witnessed the world-destroying scene just now.

They sat paralyzed on the ground, their bodies shaking like chaff, and the look in their eyes as they watched Chu He could no longer be described as awe; it was the gaze of a Mortal looking up at a deity.

One strike to level a Demon Race base!

What kind of great power was this? What kind of Divine Ability was this?

They even suspected that even the legendary Mahayana Stage ancestors were only at this level, right?

“Your... your servant Li Changgeng (Lei Dong, Xue He...), kowtows to the Master!”

When Chu He's figure appeared above the Blood Pool, the six ancestors snapped out of their daze and scrambled to kneel on the ground, using all their strength to perform a full prostration.

In their hearts, there was no longer even a shred of distracting thought, only the purest and most fanatical submission.

To be the servant of such a being was the greatest honor of their lives!

“Rise,” Chu He said indifferently.

His gaze swept over the six of them, and seeing their miserable appearance, he frowned slightly.

Although these six were just servants he had subdued on a whim, they were, after all, people of the Chu family. Now that they had been tortured like this, it brought no credit to his name.

“Thank you, Master!” The six stood up tremblingly, keeping their heads low, not even having the courage to look at Chu He.

“How were you captured and brought here?” Chu He asked.

Hearing this, Li Changgeng's face showed endless humiliation and regret. He fell to his knees again with a thud and said hoarsely, “Reporting to Master, it was our incompetence! About ten years after you left the Lingxuan Realm, a Demon Race fleet suddenly descended. The leader was... was exactly that Blood Slaughter Demon King whom you just killed, Master.”

“At that time, he was already at the Integration Realm Great Perfection. Although the six of us joined forces to resist, we had no power to fight back before him. Almost the entire Lingxuan Realm was slaughtered by him... We were also captured alive and brought here to have our Origin extracted day and night to serve as nourishment for this Blood Pool...”

By the end, Li Changgeng, a Void Refining Ancestor who had lived for tens of thousands of years, was actually sobbing uncontrollably.

The other five were also filled with grief and indignation, their eyes full of bone-deep hatred for the Demon Race.

“The Lingxuan Realm... was slaughtered to the last?” Chu He's eyes turned completely cold.

Although he didn't have much affection for the living beings of the Lingxuan Realm, it was, after all, property under his name.

His own things being destroyed by others made him very displeased.

“Star-Devouring Demon Clan... very good.”

Chu He noted another debt against this race in his heart.

He looked at the six ancestors kneeling on the ground, who had almost become crippled, pondered for a moment, and then made a decision.