422: Chapter 413 The Sixth Incarnation: Heavenly Venerable (101)

The Dao Monarch of Destiny's furious roar and that destructive palm strike, "Destinys Return to the Void," descended almost simultaneously!

The gray storm of the end, swallowing and annihilating everything, carried the Dao Monarch of Destiny's lifelong cultivation, eternal obsession, and the supreme power born from the resonance with the throne of the dao. It transformed into a destructive torrent that seemed capable of both creating the heavens and ending the universe, surging majestically toward the calmly standing man in green robes below—Xu Yuan!

Wherever the storm passed, the Void Realm was not merely shattered but completely "returned to the void," turning into an absolute "blankness" more thorough than "nothingness," where even the concept of "nothingness" itself was erased!

The myriad Daos wailed, Laws snapped, and both time and space lost their meaning before this power. It was as if the final and only destination for all existence, whether material or conceptual, as decreed by destiny, was this gray void that terminated everything!

The power of this strike had completely transcended the scope of ordinary Dao Monarchs, even faintly touching the edge of the legendary Soul Transformation Realm!

It was a taboo killing move truly capable of threatening the very root of existence!

In the distance, the Nine Ancient Venerables, who were temporarily frozen and unable to move by the supreme power of the Dao Monarch of Destiny and the pressure of the throne of the dao, felt their consciousness, perceptions, and Dao Hearts tremble violently under this palm strike, their expressions changing wildly!

"Old Ghost Destiny... has he actually reached this Realm?!"

Waves of shock surged in the minds of the Ancient Venerables. That gray storm of the end made them feel as if they were seeing the conclusion of their own Dao Fruits and the end of their eternal cultivation. It was a suppression and fear akin to meeting a "natural enemy" originating from the very Origin of the Great Dao!

"This strike... is unstoppable! Irresistible! That man in green... is finished!"

Another Ancient Venerable was horrified. Even though they were full of hostility and resentment toward the Dao Monarch of Destiny, they had to admit that the terror of this strike exceeded their understanding.

Although the man in green was mysterious and his Aura harmonized with heaven and earth, before such a world-destroying taboo killing move, he would likely...

However, just as the Nine Ancient Venerables' hearts were shaking, thinking that the abruptly appearing man in green—who seemed to have a great connection with Wei An and Blade Absolute Edge—was about to be pulverized under "Destinys Return to the Void," with even the traces of his existence completely erased—

Facing this world-ending strike that could make the heavens tremble and the myriad Daos wail, Xu Yuan finally acted.

He still stood there, his figure not moving an inch, and even the hem of his clothes was not lifted by the aftershocks of the destructive storm.

On his calm face, there was no gravity, no surprise, no anger, and not even... a single trace of emotional fluctuation.

Those eyes, which seemed to contain the stars of the heavens yet hollowly reflected all things, just quietly watched the sweeping gray storm, as if looking at a slightly noisy painting that had nothing to do with him.

Then, under the dead lock of the Dao Monarch of Destiny's gray eyes burning with the flames of madness and destruction, and within the horrified, desperate, or disbelieving perceptions of the Nine Ancient Venerables, at the critical moment when the destructive torrent of "Destinys Return to the Void" was about to touch the roaring River of Ten Thousand Daos and the chiming River of Ten Thousand Treasures before him—

Xu Yuan moved.

He simply, lightly, raised his right hand.

The movement was not fast; it could even be said to be somewhat slow and casual.

His five fingers stretched naturally, without condensing any earth-shattering Dao Rhyme, without invoking any world-destroying Laws, and certainly not like the Dao Monarch of Destiny, who seemed to want to grasp the entire long river of fate and the supreme power of the heavens in his palm.

His palm was unremarkable, showing no signs of having ever been cultivated, looking just like the hand of the most ordinary Mortal.

Then, with this unremarkable palm, he casually brushed forward toward the roaring gray storm of the end that seemed capable of terminating everything.

Yes, a brush.

Like brushing away a grain of dust from a table.

Like dusting off a fallen flower from a shoulder.

Like dispersing a wisp of light smoke before one's eyes.

Easy, elegant, and nonchalant to the extreme.

There was no earth-shattering collision, no roar of collapsing Laws, and no explosion of clashing energies.

Under Xu Yuan's casual brush, the gray storm of "Destinys Return to the Void"—which was enough to annihilate "existence," terminate "concepts," and make the Nine Ancient Venerables feel despair—seemed to hit an invisible, intangible, yet absolutely insurmountable barrier. It was like snow under a blazing sun, a sandcastle in raging waves, or morning mist meeting the rising sun—

It dissolved... silently.

No, it wasn't just dissolving!

It vanished into thin air as if it had never existed!

That gray, all-terminating destructive torrent, carrying the Dao Monarch of Destiny's endless killing intent and vast great trend, simply disappeared abruptly, unreasonably, and completely the moment it touched the seemingly empty Void Realm in front of Xu Yuan.

There was no process of resistance, no sign of cancellation, and it didn't even cause the slightest energy ripple or spatial fluctuation.

Silence.

A deathly silence.

That world-destroying Aura, that all-terminating pressure, and that terrifying scene of the gray storm sweeping through everything dissipated like they had never appeared, all because of Xu Yuan's light brush.

Only the Heavenly Stairway remained radiant, the throne still shone with ten thousand beams of light, and the River of Ten Thousand Daos and River of Ten Thousand Treasures continued to flow and chime quietly around Xu Yuan, as if the terrifying world-ending strike from just now was merely a dream.

"This... how is this possible?!"

The heart of an Ancient Venerable shook violently; he could not understand, could not accept it!

The Dao Monarch of Destiny's full-force strike, which used Fusion with the power of the throne of the dao and almost touched the threshold of Soul Transformation, was actually... just casually brushed away?

The scene before him completely overturned his cognition and surpassed their understanding!

That man in green... who on earth is he?

What exactly is his Realm?

And at the top of the Heavenly Stairway, the Dao Monarch of Destiny—who had just unleashed a world-shaking strike, his Aura reaching its peak, believing he could terminate all "variables"—

His eyes, burning with the gray flames of destruction, suddenly froze!

He clearly felt that his "Destinys Return to the Void" strike—into which he had poured everything, fusing the ultimate Profound Truth of "destiny" and the supreme power of the throne of the dao—was not crushed by some stronger power or resolved by some profound Daoist method the moment it touched the Void Realm in front of the opponent, but rather...

It was as if the "target" of his attack, and the "act" of his attack itself, were naturally and unquestionably denied, erased, and reduced to "non-existence" before some higher level, more fundamental "rule" or "fact"!

It was like a person throwing a punch at the air; no matter how much force you use, the air still exists, and your fist merely passes through in vain.

The difference was that what he threw was not a fist, but a taboo killing move enough to terminate a Soul Transformation existence, yet the opponent... didn't even use "air," but simply "defined" his attack as "non-existent"!

This was a gap in level, in essence, that was... utterly despair-inducing!