C1679 The Great Lie That Could Blow up the Sky and the Earth!
"Open the Heavens!"
Yu Yuan's command thundered within the Dragon Slaying Stage.
Whoosh!
The once pearly Dragon Slaying Stage, upon Yu Yuan's shout, seemed to transform into a pure golden dragon horn, unleashing a force capable of piercing through every wall and seal in existence.
Time restrictions, spatial barriers, stellar walls, and so-called impregnable fortresses alike, all shattered to dust.
Boom!
With a resounding boom, the barrier, a joint creation of the Origin Deity and President Lyi, was riddled with holes as the golden brilliance of the Dragon Slaying Stage burst forth.
Yu Yuan reemerged into this realm, no longer wielding the Titanblade, but rather the Dragon Slaying Stage itself.
The elongated Dragon Slaying Stage, resplendent with golden light, resembled a sharp, golden spear!
Originally, the Dragon Slaying Stage was a single entity, not composed of three parts.
Within the Dragon Slaying Stage's three little worlds lay the residual powers of the golden dragon, the Chronowyrm, and the frost wyrm. The bloodline mysteries of these three dragon gods were interconnected.
The Dragon Slaying Stage could display three different hues or merge into one, manifesting the might of a single dragon god!
As the inaugural sovereign of the Everlands and the venerable leader of the Nagas, the golden dragon god in his prime feared only one entity in the Infinite Galaxy: the Demon God, Bertain.
The metal magic he mastered, the power concealed within his draconic form, merged with the World-Sundering Stone, indeed possessed the power to cleave the heavens!
Yu Yuan's cry of "Open the Heavens" caused the very space around him and the Dragon Slaying Stage to fracture in response.
"Strike again!"
Grasping the Dragon Slaying Stage, Yu Yuan and the piercing golden radiance became a blinding bolt of golden lightning, thrusting towards Zhong Chichen, encased in layers of gold, silver, copper, and iron.
Having forsaken the Titanblade for the firm grip of the Dragon Slaying Stage, he no longer feared a stealthy assault from President Lyi's Divine Sword.
Boom!
A myriad of golden sparks and eerie glimmers erupted. He didn't reach Zhong Chichen's flesh but instead struck the Book of Time, which resembled a massive golden brick.
President Lyi suddenly let out a muffled groan.
A fine mist of golden sand scattered from the thick pages of the Book of Time, subtly stirring the fabric of space.
With a whoosh, President Lyi, drawn away by the Origin Deity's "Maw of Oblivion," materialized amidst the swirling gold dust.
Beneath his golden and silver skin, there was scarcely any scent of flesh and blood left in President Lyi.
His eyes resembled glass orbs, their metallic hues shifting continuously, reflecting a disdain for all life and a resolve to transform the myriad creatures of the Star River into Sunsilver puppets.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Caught off guard, the Origin Deity glimpsed nine Taixus materializing out of nowhere, working in concert with Youyu within the fragmented space surrounding him.
The nine Taixus transformed into towering figures of Dark Deities long gone, including the renowned Primordial Spirits of the Everlands.
Among them were fiery phoenixes flapping their wings, the majestic Kylin, the founding Sect Master of the Sword Sect, Yuwen Hao's mentor, and the former Demon Lords of the Devil Palace.
This was the Divine and Demonic Creation in action!
These incarnations of the nine Taixus were not mere spectral bodies; they were beings of flesh and blood, capable of wielding their former spells and bloodline powers in a coordinated assault.
The sky ablaze with flames gave birth to a flock of burning birds, while the stars themselves seemed to conspire, prompting even the Origin Deity to furrow his brow.
He did not fear the cascade of fire, but the body of the Silverscale Tribe he inhabited might not endure it.
A sword light, ancient and bitterly cold, was cleaved through the air by an elder in a green robe, causing the Origin Deity's remnant soul to feel as though it was freezing over.
In a moment of bewilderment, he saw the God of Ghosts, Youyu, transform into a colossal Shadow Moon Essence within his consciousness.
More precisely, it manifested within Jessica's mind.
The luminous Shadow Moon Essence, like a wondrous star, became Youyu's throne, with two rivers intertwining above his head and countless wailing souls behind him.
Boom!
The Shadow Moon Essence abruptly morphed into an ancient palace, its walls etched with endless depictions of ghastly ghosts, mournful spirits, and ferocious Fellbeasts.
The palace resembled a purgatory from the Nine Underworlds, thick with Yin Qi, while specks of Shadow Moon Essence twinkled like stars.
"Dark Court!"
The Origin Deity's brow furrowed, and a grave expression swiftly overtook his face. He nodded, acknowledging, "You are an adversary worthy of my full attention."
With a gesture to his forehead, a tiny vortex materialized within its depths, emanating a palpable suction force.
With a whoosh, the colossal "Maw of Oblivion," once distant, was drawn into the vortex, shrinking countless times over before being pulled into his mind.
The true "Maw of Oblivion" shrank to the size of a tiny seed. Upon entering his forehead, his profound eyes seemed to be imbued with infinite magical power.
The nine mighty overlords, previously refined by Taixu's Divine and Demonic Creation, appeared as if they had been dismembered by a malevolent deity.
Snap! Crack!
The Origin Deity's gaze tore through the nine renowned Dark Deities and primordial spirits that had once graced the Everlands.
In reality, it was the space around them that was torn.
The rupture of space consequently shattered "them" as well.
The fragments of "them" transformed into strands of pure blood light, which the elegant Taixu God-King reconstituted into demonform.
After Andre's great Demon God body had been cleansed and crafted by Yu Yuan, and with the Altar of Rebirth in place, Taixu adeptly employed the Blood Fiend's mystique and the altar's myriad wonders. Utilizing the Divine and Demonic Creation bestowed by Taiyin, he managed to momentarily constrain the Origin Deity.
Upon realizing that even the "Maw of Oblivion" had been absorbed into the Origin Deity's mind, engaging Youyu in combat, he breathed a sigh of relief.
For the time being, Yu Yuan would not fall under the Origin Deity's scrutiny.
"Remarkably powerful, so much so that it borders on the absurd," mused the Abyssal Leviathan, his gaze fixed on the dizzying battle. After sharing a knowing look with his old friend, the Abyssal Greater Basilisk, he let out a light cough.
Taking the place of the Mirage of the Mind, he refined the star, now enveloped in a shimmering water bubble, as it slowly drifted away from Eiwrone.
Leaving behind the fearsome battlefield.
Xuanli, Yin Tiehua, and the three alien beasts watched in stunned silence as Eiwrone, Yu Yuan, Taixu, and the others became tiny specks in the distance.
They had been transported far away by the Abyssal Leviathan, yet none of them voiced any protest.
Xuanli, who had ascended to the highest levels, had to concede that he was not qualified to join the fray.
Being too close to Eiwrone, he might have become a liability, necessitating Youyu's attention for his protection.
He, who was usually so restless, now observed the battle from afar with a cool head. Yin Tiehua and the three ninth-level alien beasts were even more subdued, not daring to make a peep.
Without attaining the highest level, they were unworthy of nearing that battlefield.
They had a clear grasp of their own capabilities and the situation at hand.
In the desolate and silent Mysterious Realm.
The Demon Lord Tan Xiaotian, unable to find an exit, sat listlessly on a cushion formed from darkness, gazing at the consciousness left by Yu Yuan.
This consciousness had morphed into a dim soul ball, no longer carrying the sound of Yu Yuan's voice.
Yu Yuan, preoccupied with his battles against the Origin Deity and the Voidweaver in the outside world, had ceased to monitor this place.
Yet, whenever he concentrated all his power to manifest the Heaven-Opening Sword Array during combat, a miniature echo would materialize within the consciousness.
The remnants of his combat and the dazzling sword spell would fleetingly emerge within the consciousness.
And Tan Xiaotian was there to capture them...
"Nine Celestial Slashes, Heaven-Opening Sword Array. Such a sword spell is truly astonishing."
Tan Xiaotian's face was grave as he was taken aback by the remarkable sword spell. He could hardly believe that in this era, someone could independently evolve the Heaven-Opening Sword Array into a spherical form that existed within the Everlands, first annihilating an Origin Deity's phantom, then the Voidweaver.
"This prodigy from the Boulderdawn Sect is clearly not just riding on the coattails of fortune," he mused aloud in the eerily quiet Mysterious Realm.
In the depths of his eyes, innumerable dark particles flickered into existence and then vanished, betraying his profound contemplation.
Above, the rainbow light left by Zhong Chichen had long since vanished from the sky.
"So many supreme beings are battling around this star, and here I am, merely a spectator. No, this won't do," Tan Xiaotian grew increasingly agitated, angry with himself. "If word of this gets out, it could tarnish my reputation as a lover of battle. Who am I? I am the supreme being of darkness!"
In the Eiwrone, within the depths of Tan Xiaotian's cavern, dense dark energy roiled tumultuously.
It seemed as though the deep cave was filled to the brim with black ink, threatening to spill over with darkness.
"Ugh!"
The Abyssal Leviathan exclaimed softly, its eyes widening in astonishment before nodding in recognition. "Truly, it is Tan Xiaotian, the great Tan Xiaotian of the Everlands, a peerless warrior indeed!"
The Abyssal Greater Basilisk expressed its shock, "Could it be that Tan Xiaotian has filled that entire world with his dark energy?"
Boom!
Infinite pure black light burst forth from the mouth of the cave, transforming a swath of the sky into a black sea.
Deep within the Mysterious Realm, Tan Xiaotian, aware that the Origin Deity was preoccupied with battle and unable to carve out territory or guide the full release of his dark energy, decided to forcefully break through.
With his dark energy, he filled the little world, causing it to burst apart!
The world connected to the deep cave was like an enormous balloon reaching its limit. The dark energy Tan Xiaotian unleashed was like billions of tons of ink, filling the balloon until it burst.
As the entire world was overwhelmed by Tan Xiaotian's dark energy, he naturally emerged.
Beams of dark light, like roaring dark dragons, converged high above Eiwrone, forming a vast ocean of darkness.
Tan Xiaotian, perched atop this dark sea, was like an Ebon Meditation Mat magnified a billion times, shifting from beneath him to above.
Clad in black, he wrapped his long, cascading hair around his waist like a belt and gazed down at the people below with an air of nonchalance.
"Should I address you as the Chronowyrm, or would Mr. Zhong be more appropriate?"
The strikingly handsome youth in black addressed Zhong Chichen, who was encased in layers of gold, silver, and bronze. Moments later, black flames descended.
The black flames landed beside Zhong Chichen, surging and burning briefly as if prying open the barrier that isolated him from the world.
Like shucking corn, the metallic sheath of gold, silver, and bronze was stripped away by the dark flames.
Zhong Chichen was thus released from his confinement.
