732: Chapter 732 The Power of Chaos

A sea of flames spanning hundreds of millions of miles was interspersed with countless sword lights; the flames burned the sword lights, while the sword lights sliced through the sea of flames.

Jun Wuchen's figure was the first to be swallowed, annihilated, and reduced to ashes by the sea of flames, dissipating into the heavens and earth.

However, the billions of sword lights did not dissipate.

They continued to roam and slash across the Flame Emperor's body. Each strike left deep, bone-exposing gashes on his skin, which would then rapidly heal, only to be torn open again by new sword lights.

The Flame Emperor's body was covered in a dense web of crisscrossing sword lights, spreading from his chest to his neck, and from his arms to his cheeks. Every wound was healing, only to be severed again, and once severed, they healed once more.

Yet his expression remained calm as usual.

The entire process took less than a single breath.

The sea of flames receded, and the sword lights dissipated.

Ten thousand miles away, Jun Wuchen's figure re-condensed. His face was pale as paper, his Source of Dao was damaged by thirty percent, and his aura remained at only seventy percent.

The Flame Emperor looked at him, his eyes devoid of ripples; his Source of Dao had only lost ten percent.

Jun Wuchen suddenly laughed.

"Hahahaha... To trade my life for your fall, it is worth it! It is worth it! Hahaha!"

He laughed wantonly, his laughter filled with relief.

This was the plan the Immortal Sect had prepared long ago—Jun Wuchen would trade his life to injure the Flame Emperor, and then the remaining people would pile on to kill him.

As long as the Flame Emperor fell, the Heavenly Palace would no longer be a threat.

The Flame Emperor looked at a wisp of pale white flame on his fingertip and did not reply, though his gaze darkened slightly for an instant.

He naturally understood the meaning behind Jun Wuchen's laughter.

Jun Wuchen only had a few thousand years of lifespan left, while he himself still had over ten thousand years.

In normal times, killing Jun Wuchen would only consume thirty percent of his Source of Dao, which he could replenish in a few hundred years.

But now, Jun Wuchen was fighting with his life on the line, determined to drag him below seventy percent.

Once his Source of Dao dropped to seventy percent, the remaining people of the Immortal Sect would risk everything to perish together with him.

Although he was at the Mahayana Peak, he could not withstand a Great Dao Divine Ability.

A Great Dao Divine Ability cannot be dodged; it can only be withstood, unless it is broken.

Yet throughout the Immortal Domain, no one could break a Great Dao Divine Ability—unless it was a power of a higher level.

The Flame Emperor looked up at him, his tone indifferent: "Even if you can injure me by thirty percent of my Source of Dao, so what?"

"Hahaha." Jun Wuchen threw his head back and laughed, his peripheral vision sweeping across another battlefield. "Do you think we would fight a battle we aren't sure of winning?"

The Flame Emperor followed his gaze, but the thousand-fold Void Realm blocked his Divine Thought, so he could only judge with his naked eyes.

He scanned the area, and finally, his gaze landed on one figure—Qin Yu.

He smiled and withdrew his gaze, looking at the wisp of pale flame on his fingertip, his tone indifferent:

"So, she is the Heart of Chaos."

Others also looked over, and the more they watched, the more something felt wrong.

Judging by Qin Yu's methods, she was a one-in-an-eternity Chaos Body; there was no mistake.

Those fighting Qin Yu were three Mahayana Late Stage cultivators, two Mahayana Middle Stage cultivators, and two Mahayana Early Stage cultivators—Venerable Yong Ye had been the first to notice that something was wrong and had piled people over from other locations.

However, it was useless.

Qin Yu's expression remained calm as she slowly raised her palm, facing upward.

The starry sky suddenly went silent—the wind stopped, the light stopped, time stagnated, space solidified, and even the flow of the Power of the Great Dao seemed to be pressed down by an invisible hand, suspended in mid-air, unmoving.

In her hand, she held a hunyuan hammer.

"Return to Chaos."

The moment her words fell, the hunyuan hammer suddenly transformed to ten thousand zhang in size, like a falling star, smashing down upon two of them.

A Mahayana Early Stage cultivator looked up and caught a glimpse, but did not even have time to react.

Before the giant hammer even touched the top of his head, an invisible pressure had already descended upon him, flattening his entire body into a pool of bloody mud, silently decomposing, and annihilating him into ashes.

The Dao Rhyme slowly dispersed from the spot where he had vanished, like smoke and mist, returning to the heavens and earth, failing to re-coalesce for a long time.

He never appeared again.

A single hammer strike annihilated him, his Source of Dao completely scattered.

The other Mahayana Middle Stage cultivator fared slightly better.

The giant hammer struck his head solidly, smashing his entire body into a mass of bloody, mangled remains, which were immediately crushed, decomposed, and dissipated by an invisible force.

But a breath later, ten thousand miles away, his figure re-condensed. His face was pale as paper, and his aura remained at only thirty percent.

His Source of Dao had lost seventy percent.

This scene caused everyone to pause for an instant.

"Don't withstand it head-on, maneuver around her!" a Mahayana Late Stage cultivator roared, his face livid.

The remaining six people stood in four directions, keeping their distance from each other, not daring to get close again.

The three Mahayana Late Stage cultivators exchanged a glance and attacked simultaneously.

"Sword Covers the Star River!"

A sword light streaked across the starry sky, slicing the galaxy spanning hundreds of millions of miles in two, sweeping over while wrapped in the Power of the Great Dao.

"Five Elements Annihilation!"

Five-colored light patterns shone down from the firmament, the power of the Five Elements weaving into a net of strangulation.

"Reincarnation Extinction!"

A gray halo seeped out from the Void Realm, spreading toward Qin Yu.

Three Great Dao Divine Abilities descended simultaneously; time was frozen, space was crushed, and even the Laws themselves disintegrated under the triple pressure.

Qin Yu's brows tightened slightly, but she did not retreat.

A Great Dao Divine Ability cannot be dodged—this is common knowledge—but she seemed to have anticipated it.

She took a deep breath and shouted in a low voice:

"Power Breaks All Laws!"

The instant her words fell, her figure merged into the Dao.

In the heavens and earth, only the faint light on her chest remained, which then rapidly expanded, transforming into a giant Dharma Idol spanning the starry sky. Its face was blurry, but its posture seemed to prop up the entire starry sky.

Before her, those six Mahayana Cultivators were like specks of light in the dust.

She raised her hand and pressed down with a palm horizontally.

Boom—

The sky-covering giant palm descended, and the entire starry sky trembled.

The surface of the giant palm was covered in a layer of grayish Power of Chaos, silent and soundless, yet causing everything it touched to disintegrate instantly.

The sword light of Sword Covers the Star River shattered, the five-colored light patterns of Five Elements Annihilation broke like glazed glass, and the gray halo of Reincarnation Extinction was swatted away by the palm.

The three Great Dao Divine Abilities disintegrated inch by inch under her palm, leaving no trace behind.

Along with Venerable Yong Ye's thousand-fold Void Realm, including the two layers that Song Yang and Song Yu had successively stacked on top, everything shattered inch by inch.

The palm power passed through the shattered Divine Abilities and landed on the three of them.

The figures of the three Mahayana Late Stage cultivators were instantly swatted into a mass of blurred flesh and blood, dissipating inch by inch.

A million miles away, the three figures re-condensed, their auras remaining at fifty percent, their Source of Dao halved.

Hiss—! Hiss—! Hiss—!

Dozens of people simultaneously gasped in cold air.

The starry sky was deadly silent.

Everyone stopped fighting and looked at Qin Yu, as if looking at something that should not exist in this world.

"How is that possible..." Liu Xuerong's voice carried a trace of uncontrollable trembling. "Aren't Great Dao Divine Abilities impossible to dodge?"

"She didn't dodge," the Flame Emperor said in a deep voice, his brows tightly locked. "She broke it directly."

The Power of Chaos can break all Laws, and Great Dao Divine Abilities are no exception.

Venerable Yong Ye was the first person to discover that Qin Yu's strength was wrong.

From the very beginning, he had been piling people onto Qin Yu's side; two weren't enough, so he added to three, three weren't enough, so he added to four, until finally, there were seven.

The result was still no good.

This result made him unable to hold back any longer, and he cursed loudly toward that side: "Damn it, don't fight her head-on! Are you idiots? She is a Chaos Body!"