584: Chapter 584

The Pseudo-Immortal stood in the depths of Chaos, the composure of controlling everything gone from his face.

He could tell.

This was no ordinary fusion of Yin and Yang.

The thing inside Qin Yun was moving toward becoming true Chaos.

It was the very thing he had sought for countless years, yet had always remained half a step away from.

"Stop!"

His voice took on a sharp edge.

The next moment.

The Laws of the entire pocket world pressed down simultaneously.

That pale hand no longer hesitated; its five fingers clenched and pressed directly toward the Chaos vortex above Qin Yun's head.

But when it pressed down, the vortex only sank abruptly.

It was completely unaffected.

The Pseudo-Immortal's expression changed.

The taiyin origin that Ling'er had dispersed into Qin Yun's body hadn't fully dissolved yet, and Chen Yang's final great sun was still stuck deep in Qin Yun's chest.

The Pseudo-Immortal raised his hand to grab it.

But the marks of Taiyin left by Ling'er's sacrifice and Chen Yang's final strand of Extreme Yang Origin were already locked tight together.

Yin and Yang rotated, and Chaos evolved.

"You..."

"Impossible..."

The path he had dreamed of was actually appearing in someone else.

Taiyin.

Taiyang.

One on the left, one on the right, sinking toward the same point.

Qin Yun's Taihuang Holy Venerable Sun Body and Heavenly Immortal Body were covered by a layer of gray Origin.

A mass of gray Origin slowly rose from the deepest part of his body.

As soon as that gray Origin appeared, the Yin and Yang Qi of the entire pocket world stopped for half a breath.

The Pseudo-Immortal's eyes turned red.

"Chaos Body Origin..."

"No, this should be my path."

His voice even changed pitch.

He knew better than anyone what this meant.

This was what he had spent his entire life bitterly pursuing; everything he had done was for this.

At the thought of this, the Pseudo-Immortal felt as if blood were clogging his chest.

He attacked again like a madman.

"Shatter for me!"

This palm strike was even heavier than before.

A depression was pressed into the sky above the Chaos pocket world.

But just then.

That nearly dissipated moonlight of Ling'er's suddenly trembled slightly.

Her last remaining consciousness had finally held on until Qin Yun's form was complete.

Standing in the storm, her face was no longer clear.

Only her voice remained, very soft.

"Brother Yun."

Qin Yun looked up abruptly.

The figure in the moonlight had faded until it was almost gone.

She looked at him just as she did when they were children, smiling gently.

"Don't look back."

"Live on."

"Take a look... at the path ahead for me."

As the last word fell.

That bit of moonlight completely dispersed.

Only a faint coolness remained, sliding away from Qin Yun's palm.

The next moment, Chen Yang's remnant body, which had barely been held together, also began to crack.

His final strand of Extreme Yang Origin had long since been sent into Qin Yun's body.

The body outside was now just a shell.

The Chaos pocket world continued to collapse.

The Pseudo-Immortal's Laws continued to press down.

Chen Yang turned his head to look at Qin Yun and smiled.

"Big Brother Yun."

"This time, I really can't hold on anymore."

"Walk out of here, and then get an explanation for me."

After he finished speaking, his entire remnant body began to turn into light.

But the ancient ring on Qin Yun's hand vibrated slightly.

As if by instinct, it drew back that last, weakest remnant soul.

Qin Yun stood where he was, and the fire in his chest finally exploded.

The Pseudo-Immortal's palm fell.

Qin Yun raised his hand to meet it.

Boom!

But he was sent flying by the shock.

Although the Chaos Body was formed, the gap in their Realms was very real.

"So what if you succeeded?"

"A newly formed Chaos Body is just Materials!"

Qin Yun wiped the blood from his mouth, his eyes filled with coldness.

But he didn't lose his reason.

Therefore, this was not the time for a head-on clash.

Immortal Wander, activate.

The pair of immortal spiritual light wings behind Qin Yun suddenly spread.

But as soon as he moved, the Pseudo-Immortal sneered.

"Still thinking of leaving?"

"Do you think I'll give you a second chance with the same trick?"

He clenched his fingers.

The entire space was instantly locked down.

It wasn't just locking the surroundings.

Even the landing point of Immortal Wander was suppressed.

Just as Qin Yun was about to move, he realized that the regular Immortal Wander had failed.

The Pseudo-Immortal's voice turned chilling.

"I'll see where you can flee to."

When the pressure truly fell upon his head, Qin Yun's mind suddenly cleared for an instant.

Immortal Wander was good for leaving.

The void book was good for altering.

Since he couldn't walk out, he would first carve his own position out of this locked space.

As soon as the thought arose.

The void book's dao rhyme pressed directly into Immortal Wander.

The immortal spiritual light wings vibrated.

It wasn't a forward dash.

Instead, it forcefully carved out a paper-thin layer of independent coordinates around Qin Yun.

At that moment, the Pseudo-Immortal's expression changed.

Because he suddenly couldn't lock onto him anymore.

Qin Yun was clearly still standing there.

But his lock-on hit nothing.

A gray light flashed in Qin Yun's eyes.

A new Divine Ability was born on the spot at this moment.

Fixed Immortal Travel.

As soon as the name was given, the Divine Ability was complete.

Qin Yun felt light on his feet.

Though his figure was still in place, his presence had already slipped out of the Pseudo-Immortal's lock.

The Pseudo-Immortal didn't believe it and raised his hand to give chase.

Just as the second lock fell.

Qin Yun was no longer in that layer of space.

"Impossible!"

The Pseudo-Immortal cried out.

He had truly failed to catch him.

The next moment.

Fixed Immortal Travel was fully activated.

Qin Yun's entire being turned into a streak of gray-gold light, piercing directly through the edge of the Chaos pocket world.

Enraged, the Pseudo-Immortal struck out several palms in succession across the collapsing space.

Each strike was intended to force Qin Yun back.

But the Chaos pocket world had already begun to collapse.

He had to stabilize himself while also trying to give chase.

In the end, he could only watch helplessly as that streak of light grew further and further away.

He stood at the edge of the collapse, his expression frighteningly dark.

"Qin Yun."

"You won't escape."

"I will personally dig out this Chaos Body sooner or later."

Responding to him was only the completely severed spatial rift.

...

This was the first time Qin Yun used Fixed Immortal Travel.

He didn't know where he would go.

He only knew that the murderous intent behind him was finally cut off.

After an unknown amount of time.

Finally, there was a sense of reality beneath his feet.

Qin Yun stumbled a step and steadied himself.

A breeze blew over.

Carrying a familiar scent and a faint smell of mountain wood.

He froze for a moment.

Qin Yun looked up.

The terrain was familiar.

After a few more steps forward, that sense of familiarity grew stronger.

He had actually been thrown directly back to Shenxuan Dao Prefecture by Fixed Immortal Travel.

More accurately.

He was thrown back to the vicinity of the Yuntian Sect.

Qin Yun's footsteps stopped.

His heart felt strangely empty for a moment.

He hadn't expected Fixed Immortal Travel to land here.

But as he followed the direction in his memory and truly saw the scene ahead, his heart sank again.

There was no sect gate.

No stone steps for welcoming guests.

No familiar presence of Disciples.

There were only ruins ahead.

The sect gate had collapsed.

Half of the main peak was broken.

Broken walls and debris were buried in vegetation and sand.

Traces of the Sect-Protecting Grand Array remained, but they had long since been extinguished, with only a few broken array patterns left, looking as though they had been scraped over and over by a knife.

The old palace complex in the distance had all become ruins.

In some places, wild grass had even grown.

As the wind blew, the grass leaves brushed against the rubble with a rustling sound.

It was too quiet.

So quiet it made one feel cold.

People used to be here.

It used to be very lively.

But now, everything was gone.

Qin Yun walked forward slowly.

His foot crushed a piece of broken tile.

Then he stepped over a broken stele.

Standing before the ruins of the main peak, he looked up for a long time.

The wind was strong.

Blowing his robes until they rustled.

The ring was silent.

Ling'er was gone.

Chen Yang had also dissipated.

Ahead were ruins.

Behind him was the pursuit.

Qin Yun stood before the ruins of the Yuntian Sect without saying a word.

After a long while, he finally raised his hand and gently pressed it against the cracked old stone.

The stone was ice-cold.

The wind blew through the ruins, sounding like someone sighing low in the distance.