C1677 Die Butterfly!

The Maw of Oblivion remains, yet the Origin Deity is nowhere to be found.

Yu Yuan's sword strike compelled the assembled powerhouses on Eiwrone to regard him with newfound respect.

The Voidweaver, the Abyssal Greater Basilisk, and the Silverscale Tribe warriors, including Xuanli from the Bloodbrawlers and Yin Tiehua, were all stunned by the breathtaking swordplay.

The sword was excessively ornate, fiercely dazzling, and utterly inconceivable.

"Activate..."

Taixu, the youth, whispered under his breath, his face aglow with a mystical radiance.

Looking into Yu Yuan's eyes, he naturally exuded a sense of relief and awe. He sensed the imminent return of the formidable figure he knew, now even more powerful.

With only the Unbound Realm's cultivation and partial recollection of his first life's memories, not to mention an incomplete understanding of the Secrets of Life within his Solar Spirit, a single focused sword swing had obliterated the Origin Deity's phantom.

What chance would the Origin Deity stand once Yu Yuan fully reclaimed his divine powers and ascended?

Taixu's mind settled with firm conviction.

He was certain that no matter the might of the Origin Deity or the heights of its power, once Yu Yuan forged his divine seat and unlocked all his latent potential, the Origin Deity would pose no threat.

"I asked you to kill that little butterfly, did you get the wrong target?"

Zhong Chichen, adorned in flamboyant attire, noticed Yu Yuan's prolonged daze and couldn't resist prompting him, "Most of the Origin Deity's soul hasn't even transferred here. Since we can't kill it outright, let's not squander too much energy."

"Oh."

As if suddenly coming to his senses, Yu Yuan turned on the Dragon Slaying Stage to face the Voidweaver, fluttering with iridescent butterfly wings and encircled by a kaleidoscope of light.

"Ah!"

The butterfly let out a terrified shriek upon being targeted. It was overwhelmed with anxiety.

The shadow of the sword had etched itself into her psyche, causing her very blood to quiver.

She was consumed by the dreadful feeling of being hunted by Lin Daoke, of being pursued by his sword. All she wanted was to flee, to put as much distance as possible between herself and Yu Yuan, to avoid becoming his next mark.

A crimson river of sword light burst forth!

Crack!

The void next to the seven-colored butterfly shattered into fragments as the new River of Swords targeted it, severing the connection between her bloodline and the surrounding space. This prevented her from using her spatial escape technique.

History was repeating itself!

The River of Swords, before the Voidweaver, carved through numerous little worlds, blurring the line between reality and illusion. Upon reaching the butterfly, it solidified into red crystals.

The sharp red crystal suddenly burst, with billions of blood crystals coalescing into sword light, weaving together into a massive orb of radiance.

The infinite sword light formed a sphere akin to the vast Everlands!

The larger orb of sword light obliterated the void, slaying three ninth-level Elders of the Sylph and shredding her two butterfly wings.

Nine of the most brilliant sword lights threaded through her seven-colored body, infiltrating her heart and soul.

She emitted a piercing scream, as if pleading with the Origin Deity for mercy.

Regrettably, the Origin Deity could not offer her any assistance at that moment.

"Time Restriction!"

Zhong Chichen chuckled and stamped his foot.

An imperceptible ripple of time, undetectable by the eye and soul, emanated from the hefty Book of Time, directed solely at the seven-colored butterfly.

"I've always had a fondness for the fragmented, colorful butterfly; there's a tragic beauty to it."

He watched with a grin as the Voidweaver's wings, first shredded by the nine sword lights, were then filled with the sword light that engulfed the heart of the giant beast.

Licking his lips, his equally colorful eyes betrayed a look of greed and cruelty.

It was clear he intended to devour the heart of the giant beast whole, seizing the bloodline mysteries of the butterfly to become unparalleled in the world.

No one else, not even Zhong Chichen, should stand at the pinnacle of the Star River—nor should the more ancient Voidweaver.

Boom!

The butterfly exploded abruptly, and from the torn fissures, an inexplicable suction force emerged, accompanied by the sound of a dragon's roar.

With the roar, the hearts of the Abyssal Greater Basilisk and the Abyssal Leviathan shuddered, their beast souls and blood feeling an oppressive force.

"Oh!"

Zhong Chichen, initially displeased and intent on mending the fractures, found himself elated at the sound of the dragon's roar, even breaking into a hearty laugh.

"Alright, alright. If you want it, it's yours. We're all one family, so why bother with distinctions?"

With the power to heal the fissures, he allowed the Voidweaver's flesh, butterfly wings, beast hearts, and beast souls to scatter without a trace into various space rifts.

Following the explosion, the butterfly fragmented into countless tiny pieces, each falling into different space rifts.

He seemed aware that in a hidden corner of the Ashlands, a young Titan Spinosaurus was poised, mouth agape, eagerly awaiting the rain of flesh from the heavens.

He was quite pleased at the prospect of the young creature feasting on the Voidweaver, accelerating its growth, eager to witness the resurgence of the Titan Spinosaurus in the world.

"Titan Spinosaurus!"

The Abyssal Greater Basilisk, now in the guise of an elder from the Silverscale Tribe, finally grasped the unfolding events, his growl quivering with realization.

The Abyssal Leviathan stood silent, his face a mask of gloom.

His wary eyes never strayed from Yu Yuan, his mood as somber as his countenance.

Together, Zhong Chichen and Yu Yuan, adversaries from millennia past, had joined forces, and in their union, the once sky-soaring Voidweaver had plummeted to its demise.

A death both swift and decisive!

Not long ago, in their combined effort to slay the Mirage of the Mind, Youyu, Taixu, and Yu Yuan had rallied, with him among them.

The Voidweaver, ranking significantly above the Mirage of the Mind among the giant beasts, boasted far greater combat prowess.

Yu Yuan unleashed the Heaven-Opening Sword Array, while Zhong Chichen bound time itself, ensnaring the Voidweaver in their trap, and together they effortlessly dispatched it.

That realization sent a chill down the Abyssal Leviathan's spine.

He suddenly understood that the Taiyin God-King, having harnessed the Primal Blood and tested the Heaven-Opening Sword Array, was the key to the Voidweaver's demise!

In that moment, he fully grasped the formidable terror of the "Heaven-Opening Sword Array."

The Origin Deity's phantom had been vanquished, reduced to countless shards of memory. It wasn't a testament to the Origin Deity's weakness, but rather to the overwhelming might of the Heaven-Opening Sword Array.

As an ancient cosmic giant beast, the Voidweaver, who was also a master of space magic, saw the space around it completely shattered as the sword light struck. The freezing of time allowed the sword's power to fully erupt, and it all landed on the butterfly.

Consequently, the butterfly was obliterated almost instantaneously.

In the past, wielding the Dragon Slaying Stage only managed to split the Voidweaver's spirited body. She could still flee and wreak havoc later on.

But now?

The Abyssal Leviathan's heart was awash with bitterness.

Zhong Chichen before it was not like the seven dragon corpses on the Dragon Slaying Stage; he was a living being who had not only ascended to godhood but also acquired the Book of Time.

And Yu Yuan, aside from his current level being insufficient for ascension, had no other weaknesses.

The union of these two and the Voidweaver's sudden demise instilled a profound fear in the Abyssal Leviathan.

"Lizard."

He licked his dry lips, tasting the bitterness, "Perhaps, in our time, there really is someone who can help you stand against Bertain. The Dark Phoenix from the Everlands, and Yu Yuan here, are both capable of challenging Bertain in the future."

"Furthermore..."

The Abyssal Leviathan inhaled deeply, "You also heard the young beast's dragon cry. Its ancestor perished at the hands of Bertain, and it devoured the Voidweaver. The Ashlands, a legacy of the Titan Spinosaurus, could very well be where it grows and safely navigates its youth."

"Once it reaches adulthood, it might possess the power to confront Bertain. What do you think?"

"Now, the Origin Deity and the Abyss are not your only choices."

He then turned to persuade the Abyssal Greater Basilisk, choosing his moment with great care.

He made sure the Abyssal Greater Basilisk witnessed the demise of the Origin Deity's phantom, the instantaneous death of the Voidweaver, and the enigmatic sword spell.

Behind the great lizard, the three warriors of the Silverscale Tribe watched Yu Yuan with a mix of awe and trepidation.

A tenth-level female warrior attempted to offer some hurried persuasion, but after a cold snort from the Abyssal Greater Basilisk, she fell silent.

"The Divine Sword is incredibly sharp, and the sword spell is quite spectacular—unlike any I've ever encountered," she remarked.

With a furrowed brow and a deep gaze, the Abyssal Greater Basilisk glanced toward the location of the Voidweaver. The space rifts were healing, yet the dazzling butterfly that had been fluttering about was nowhere to be seen.

As an ancient giant beast himself, he had been discovered by the Voidweaver, and it was through the butterfly's introduction that he had made contact with the Origin Deity, eventually coming under the Origin Deity's wing.

Now, before his very eyes, the butterfly had been slain by Zhong Chichen and Yu Yuan. He knew that once swallowed by the juvenile Titan Spinosaurus, there would be no chance of revival for the Voidweaver, and the same would be true for him and the Abyssal Leviathan if they were consumed.

Another of his kind had perished just like that. He was filled with an unspeakable sorrow, but now was not the time to dwell on it. "Your Divine Sword, being forged from fine gold and Sunsilver, is not without its vulnerabilities," he said.

Yu Yuan, taken aback, quickly called out, "President Lyi!"

The Abyssal Greater Basilisk nodded in agreement. "President Lyi might fear Lin Daoke, for Lin Daoke's sword is not made of mere Sunsilver. And your Titanblade, with both its blade and sheath, will be constrained by President Lyi."

"Where might he be?" inquired Zhong Chichen, intrigued.

Since his arrival at Eiwrone through the Domain Channel from the Everlands, his thoughts had reached out to numerous Mysterious Realms and worlds. He had covertly searched many times over but had not sensed President Lyi's presence.

"The Origin Deity has been wary of you. He anticipated your arrival from the moment you entered the Domain Channel," the Abyssal Greater Basilisk intoned gravely.

"And where exactly is he?" Zhong Chichen asked with a smile.

The Abyssal Greater Basilisk let out a cold snort. "Pay close attention! Feel the Book of Time upon which you're seated!"

Zhong Chichen's face fell at the revelation.

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