Chapter 70: Blocking My Sunbathing
Beyond endless dimensions, the Primordial Abyss Demon Realm.
Inside the Abyss Demon Temple, a suffocating panic permeated the air.
That nameless sword light slashed from the heaven-sacrificing demon mirror not only split the First Great Demon Venerable in two but also severed all Karma between the Abyss Demon Realm and the Shenhuang Continent.
The remaining eleven Primordial Demon Venerables shivered, not even daring to breathe loudly.
"Rumble—!"
Just then, a terrifying roar that shook the heavens erupted from the Eternal Demon Abyss deep beneath the temple.
Immediately after, endless Devilish Qi converged into a towering, majestic phantom. He had three heads and six arms, his body covered in dark-gold ancient demon scales, and his eyes were like two blood-red suns.
"Greetings, Old Ancestor!" The eleven Demon Venerables fell to their knees in unison, as if grabbing onto a life-saving straw.
This phantom was the supreme existence of the Abyss Demon Realm who had slumbered for a million years—Ancient Ancestor Yuanmo! His cultivation had long surpassed the Immortal Emperor level, reaching the unfathomable Primordial God Realm!
"A bunch of useless trash!"
Ancient Ancestor Yuanmo's voice exploded within the temple, shattering countless star pillars. "A mere Lower Realm that has just ascended its dimension, yet someone could kill my Temple Master from across the void? This is clearly that traitorous demoness colluding with a remnant ancient killing array to plot against you!"
The Old Ancestor was tyrannical by nature and didn't believe for a second that a Lower Realm could produce a true dragon.
"How dare they kill my Abyss Demon Clan Chief and sever my clan's Karma! Today, I shall personally descend upon that land of ants to extract the souls and refine the spirits of that demoness and the hidden rat who dared to strike with a sword!"
Before his voice faded, Ancient Ancestor Yuanmo's massive demonic body jolted.
He actually didn't hesitate to expend his Origin, using his supreme magic power to forcibly tear through layers of universal barriers. His true body crossed the realms, heading straight for the Shenhuang Continent!
...
Meanwhile. Eastern Desolation, northern outskirts of Qingyun City.
It was an early autumn afternoon, and the sunlight was just right.
Lin Yuan lay comfortably on a rocking chair, covered with a thin blanket, enjoying a sweet afternoon nap. Tantai Jinyue sat beside him, holding a silk fan and gently fanning him.
On the construction site just across the wall.
"Everyone, be careful! Align this line!"
Cangqiongzi, who had just been promoted to a True Immortal, was pulling an ink line with a face full of sweat, directing Lei Mingzi and the others to "straighten" the wavy wall they had built crookedly yesterday.
No one dared to breathe heavily, fearing they would build the wall crookedly again and provoke the supervisor's wrath.
In this bustling yet cautious moment.
"Crack—!"
The sky above Qingyun City suddenly shattered like a mirror struck by a giant hammer!
A bottomless, terrifying black hole appeared atop the Nine Heavens. Then, a dark-gold demon claw that blotted out the sun forcibly pried open the spatial rift.
Endless Primordial Demonic Might poured down like the starlight of the Nine Heavens!
The sky instantly lost all color, becoming pitch black as ink, with only those giant demon eyes like blood moons coldly looking down upon all living beings.
"Traitorous blood, come out and meet your death!"
Ancient Ancestor Yuanmo's roar turned into a physical sonic storm, instantly sweeping across the entire Eastern Desolation!
The tens of thousands of Zixiao Holy Land Disciples on the construction site, faced with this Primordial Divine Might that surpassed an Immortal Emperor, didn't even let out a scream before being pressed into the mud, vomiting blood frantically.
Even Cangqiongzi, who had just made a Breakthrough to True Immortal, felt his bones popping throughout his body, and his knees slammed uncontrollably into the ground.
"What level of monster is this?! An Immortal Emperor? No... this is a Primordial God!" Cangqiongzi's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets, his heart filled with despair.
In the courtyard.
Tantai Jinyue's face was pale, and the silk fan in her hand fell to the ground.
She felt an irresistible tremor deep within her Bloodline. That was the most ancient source of the Abyss Demon race, the root of all fear for her lineage.
"Old Ancestor... Ancient Ancestor Yuanmo has actually descended to the Lower Realm in person..."
Tantai Jinyue's delicate body trembled, but she didn't cry or ask to leave like last time. She just silently stood up and blocked the front of Lin Yuan's rocking chair.
Even knowing she was no match, she would die before the Young Master.
And just then.
The demonic clouds in the sky rolled even more violently.
That cold demonic wind blew into the small courtyard, swirling up a few fallen leaves and flipping the thin blanket covering Lin Yuan's stomach.
Lin Yuan slowly opened his eyes.
There was no panic, no shock; in his eyes, there was only a very thick... morning grumpiness.
"Old Wan."
"Your old servant is here!" Demon Venerable Wanhua gritted his teeth and ran to the rocking chair under the terrifying pressure from the sky.
Lin Yuan looked up at the dark-gold demonic shadow that blotted out the sun and made all of Qingyun City look like a polar night, his brow furrowing deeply.
"Which blind fool is making trouble in the sky again? Dust is everywhere, and they've completely blocked my sun."
Lin Yuan yawned and casually picked up the feather duster he usually used to clean dust off the table.
In the sky.
Ancient Ancestor Yuanmo's blood-moon eyes were dead-set on the dilapidated courtyard below.
"Found you! It's the residual Sword Intent emanating from this courtyard!"
The Old Ancestor grinned hideously. His three heads and six arms simultaneously formed Seals, and a Primordial Extinction Grand Array—capable of refining the entire Shenhuang Continent into nothingness—quickly took shape in his palms, about to crash down!
At this critical moment.
Lin Yuan stood up, holding the feather duster bought for a few copper coins, and waved it casually toward the thick demonic clouds in the sky, as if sweeping away dust.
"Move aside, don't block my sun."
"Whoosh—!"
The feather duster traced an insignificant arc in the void.
However, it was this light flick.
The supreme law within the Great Dream of the Mortal World Art, which erases all Karma and turns all things into nothingness, exploded!
There were no magnificent light effects, nor any deafening roars.
Just a gentle breeze passing through.
The boundless demonic clouds in the sky were wiped clean by this feather duster, like chalk dust on a blackboard.
The Primordial Extinction Grand Array that was about to fall instantly turned into nothingness.
As for that awe-inspiring and invincible Ancient Ancestor Yuanmo.
He didn't even have time to say a single last word before his entire massive demonic body was forcibly erased like someone using an eraser; his lower half simply vanished!
"No... what power is this?! Above the Heavenly Dao?! Who on earth are you—?!"
Ancient Ancestor Yuanmo's remaining half-body let out a scream of extreme terror.
Immediately after, Lin Yuan flicked it again with a backhand.
"Noisy."
"Bang!"
Ancient Ancestor Yuanmo's remaining Divine Soul and Physical Body were slapped down from the Nine Heavens by this irresistible force. His world-shaking Primordial Divine Power was sealed away completely during the fall!
With a dull "splat."
A black, half-bodied, shrunken-to-human-size unknown creature slammed hard into the yellow mud pit used for masonry outside the wall.
The sky instantly returned to being cloudless for ten thousand miles, and sunlight once again warmly bathed Lin Yuan's rocking chair.
"This duster is still shedding feathers; I'll have to get a new one this afternoon."
Lin Yuan looked disdainfully at the few feathers on the ground, casually tossed the duster onto the stone table, lay back in the rocking chair, and closed his eyes.
Outside the wall.
Deathly silence.
Cangqiongzi, Lei Mingzi, and the tens of thousands of mud-covered laborers all stared at the "Primordial God" in the mud pit, who was frantically spitting out muddy water, as if they were looking at a monster.
Ancient Ancestor Yuanmo, his face covered in yellow mud, looked up blankly at the group of humans holding shovels and trowels. The cultivation he was so proud of was now completely gone.
The courtyard gate nearby opened.
Demon Venerable Wanhua walked out carrying a broken wooden bucket and looked down at Ancient Ancestor Yuanmo in the mud pit.
"Oh, a new laborer fallen from the sky?"
Demon Venerable Wanhua casually stuffed a rusty shovel into Ancient Ancestor Yuanmo's hand, his eyes full of sympathy:
"Brother, don't just stand there. This pit of mud was just mixed by Foreman Cang and Foreman Lei; hurry up and stir it evenly. Whether you get to eat a steamed bun tonight depends on how fast you swing that shovel."