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Within Yu Yuan's body, the Shenque acupoint pulsed with energy.

The Dragon Slaying Stage hung suspended in midair, its crystalline structure gleaming, casting radiant light in all directions.

Colorful butterflies, extraordinary in their mystique, hurled themselves at the Dragon Slaying Stage like moths to a flame, bursting into existence with a series of "puffs" only to be continuously replaced by more.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Streaks of scarlet sword light, swift as lightning, cut down the newly formed butterflies. Most were vanquished before they could even graze the Dragon Slaying Stage, dissolving into a shower of luminous energy.

Yet, before the light could settle, space magic enveloped the remnants, coalescing them into fresh swarms of colorful butterflies.

The butterflies seemed inexhaustible.

Yu Yuan's expression was grave within the little world of the acupoint.

He sensed the terror and restlessness of the young Titan Spinosaurus within the Dragon Slaying Stage, and even the violet gold dragon egg was enveloped in layers of glowing light, as if bracing for combat.

Since its arrival at the Dragon Slaying Stage, where it had begun its rapid growth from the remains of a dragon, the young creature had never known fear.

Only the empress had intimidated it, and now, these relentless colorful butterflies.

The young beast's remnant soul emerged unobstructed in Yu Yuan's Heart Lake.

"They come for you, and for the wonders within the Dragon Slaying Stage, eager to claim it all..."

Yu Yuan murmured with a sneer.

The secular bird, now in human form, was also aware of the young Titan Spinosaurus's presence. Because of their close bond, the empress had always kept her covetous desires in check, showing no impropriety.

The Voidweaver, however, was a different story.

Powered by an unknown force, the Voidweaver, perhaps drawn by the unique nature of the Dragon Slaying Stage, had detected the young Titan Spinosaurus and initiated its assault.

Yu Yuan was compelled to exert his full strength, dreading that any butterfly might penetrate the Dragon Slaying Stage's psionic shield and infiltrate the inner sanctum.

Not so long ago, deep within the Dragon Slaying Stage, the Lunar Spirit had felt omnipotent, capable of bending and even recreating the rules at will.

He had confidently allowed cultivators of the Unbound Stage, archdemons, and alien beasts to enter, but he would never dare let a single butterfly through.

The World-Sundering Stone was originally the divine cocoon shed by the Voidweaver as it emerged, transformed.

He was acutely aware that if he hadn't meticulously refined it in his first life, the butterflies birthed from the Voidweaver would have penetrated the defenses without any resistance.

He believed that if just one butterfly could breach the defenses and infiltrate the Dragon Slaying Stage, it would leave behind an exact coordinate.

As a cosmic giant beast imprinted with the essence of space magic from its inception, the Voidweaver could certainly channel its power into the Dragon Slaying Stage through a single butterfly.

The Dragon Slaying Stage, inherently belonging to the Voidweaver, would change masters once its power overwhelmed the residual force of his former self, allowing it to seize complete control.

At that juncture, the younglings and the violet gold dragon egg would be consumed, and all the giant dragons interred there would be utterly transformed.

"Arise!"

A surge of emotion welled up within him as he summoned the Bane from within the cauldron where he sat.

Chebus, Armor Crusher, Shadowfox, Grimlantern, Silver Chain, along with numerous other high-level Bane, conjured a ghastly tempest as they entered the Shenque acupoint situated on the Dragon Slaying Stage.

The Bane howled, devouring the vibrant butterflies within this secluded little world.

The spectacle was both grand and resplendent.

The butterflies, a fusion of space magic and the Voidweaver's remnant soul, became the focus of thousands of Bane, bursting into oblivion within this little world.

It resembled a spectacular and dazzling fireworks display.

"My expectations have been met."

Yu Yuan's Lunar Spirit form ascended slightly, overseeing the Bane's siege on the butterflies and sensing the subtle shifts on the vast battlefield.

Should a Bane sustain severe injuries, it would immediately withdraw to the grooves on the cauldron's steps to slumber and recuperate.

Then, the weaker Bane below would draw upon Soul Power to heal their wounds.

Once the swarms of colorful butterflies were vanquished by the Bane, they could regroup, but not indefinitely. After being defeated and reformed up to three times, they would vanish completely.

Thanks to the Bane's assistance, Yu Yuan didn't need to exert his own power or continuously refine the crimson sword light to strike down the butterflies.

He felt somewhat reassured.

With that, he opened his eyes within the cauldron, straightened up, and surveyed the actual battlefield beyond.

"Master, should I assist Mr. Yan?" Yu Yiyi inquired suddenly.

It appeared he too had sensed his own condition stabilizing, no longer threatened by the endless swarm of colorful butterflies that could have overwhelmed the Dragon Slaying Stage and plunged him into an even more precarious predicament.

Yu Yuan commanded, "Hurry!"

He had observed Ogeus from Shadow's Keep prowling the battlefield before suddenly focusing on Yan Qiling, his teeth bared, eager to crush Yan Qiling's body.

Having used the black and white chess pieces to expose Pei Yuling, Yan Qiling had just parted from them. Now, clearly suffering from the backlash of space magic, his shadowy form had become sluggish.

Such a state left Yan Qiling vulnerable; if Ogeus managed to bite him, his soul might remain intact, but his body would surely be ruined!

Whoosh!

Yu Yiyi's silhouette flickered through the air several times and, with speed surpassing Ogeus's, she reached Yan Qiling. Her delicate hands pressed down into an empty void.

Sizzle sizzle!

Suddenly, hundreds of lower-tier Bane materialized into a mysterious and complex array, striking at Ogeus's demon soul.

Yu Yuan narrowed his eyes and saw clusters of Bane materializing within Ogeus's golden pupils.

Yu Yiyi had unleashed the Bane directly into Ogeus's demon soul, avoiding a direct confrontation and instead employing her expertise to overwhelm Ogeus with distractions.

Boom!

A loud rumble echoed from the icy cave where Yan Ziyang was concealed, drawing Yu Yuan's gaze.

Turning to look, he saw numerous ice blades, beams, and shards assaulting the frenzied archdemons and alien beasts.

He also noticed several colorful fish, skewered by the ice light, flung onto the hard, icy rock.

The white cold fog billowing from those openings caused the meteorite's surface temperature to surge dramatically.

*Roar!*

The Tar-Backed Bull bellowed, its skin oozing black grease, igniting into black demonic flames once more, seemingly aiding Yanli of Shadow's Keep in her struggle against the biting cold.

The meteorite began to crack open.

The fist-sized hole, strained by the swelling psionic power, expanded until it began to tear.

From his vantage point, he could faintly make out the fierce battle raging beneath the cavern.

He also saw the slumbering Queen, her forehead and face occasionally adorned with fluttering butterflies.

"Voidweaver!"

Yu Yuan's brow furrowed as he instantly recognized the legendary, elusive butterfly assaulting both him and the Queen simultaneously.

The young Titan Spinosaurus on the Dragon Slaying Stage, along with the multitude of dragon remains, were delicacies to the Voidweaver.

And the secular bird was no exception.

The cosmic giant beast, formerly a sovereign of the starry heavens and apex predator of the food chain, possessed an innate tendency for mutual slaughter, capable of consuming and assimilating the bloodline mysteries of its kin.

A yet-to-hatch youngling and a secular bird, awakening after a hundred millennia, were sufficient to compel the Voidweaver to risk everything in the hunt!

The Crucible of Evil soared through the void.

Yu Yuan, with his hands pressed against the rim of the cauldron, steered it with his thoughts, intent on breaking into the meteorite posthaste to aid Chen Qinghuang in her struggle against the Voidweaver.

He was acutely aware that the force infiltrating Chen Qinghuang's body exceeded that which had assaulted the Dragon Slaying Stage.

This legendary space alien beast must have concentrated most of its strength, aiming to exploit the Empress's vulnerability during her slumber, before she could fully regain her powers, to usurp the profound meanings of Death, Destruction, and Rebirth from her bloodline, thus executing a brutal bloodline heist among the giant beasts.

Puff!

A sudden, intense pain erupted in his chest, and he uncontrollably coughed up blood. Glancing down, he discovered the Baneblade known as Bloodhell impaling his torso.

Inside the Baneblade, seven Bloodwraiths had undergone a startling metamorphosis, emerging as seven scarlet butterflies.

The sight of the butterflies, especially their vivid red hue, immediately clued Yu Yuan into what had transpired.

At the most critical juncture, the Baneblade, Bloodhell, had turned on him!

It might not have been the Bloodwraiths' intent, but they were undoubtedly influenced by the Voidweaver. Their spiritual wisdom twisted, amplifying their brutal, bloodthirsty nature to an infinite degree.

Countless crimson glimmers burst forth from the blade, transforming into myriad minuscule butterflies within Yu Yuan's flesh. Witnessing this swarm of butterflies, Yu Yuan realized the malevolent influence of the Voidweaver was akin to that of the secular bird, exerting a transcendent suppression on beings whose primary strength lay in their vital energy.

The Bloodhell, a sinister artifact powered by vital energy and alien souls, had also fallen under the dominion of the Voidweaver.

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