C2168 Killing Everywhere

The ancestor of the Sapphire Snail clan, an Evil God, coyly smiled as she brandished her dual-winged spear, aiming for the forehead of Yu Yuan's Divine Visage.

Streaks of soul-destroying sapphire lightning followed a specific pattern as they manifested directly within Yu Yuan's Mindscape.

With a tearing sound, a long bronze spear transformed into a soaring phylactery deep within Yu Yuan's Mindscape, spewing out thunderballs that bombarded his serene and profound azure consciousness.

"You're seeking your own demise."

With a mere flicker of his intent, a spirited body image, formed from Yu Yuan's Soul Power, emerged within the vast, limitless azure sea of his consciousness. His divine power swiftly converged, and with an outstretched hand, he effortlessly captured the bird-shaped bronze spear within his grasp.

The phylactery struggled to take flight, its wings flapping amidst a chaotic surge of electricity, but it was unable to break free.

Infinite Soul Power burst forth from Yu Yuan's palm, reducing the tiny bronze phylactery to a wisp of smoke that vanished into thin air.

Within the dominion of his Mindscape, Yu Yuan's form flickered and multiplied into thousands of phantoms, each capturing the lightning and thunderballs that had appeared.

In the blink of an eye, he had purged the intrusive forces that had emerged in his Mindscape.

Each of his thoughts could manifest a spirited body image within his own little world, where he wielded absolute control, annihilating any force that did not bear his Soul Power.

He was intimately familiar with the myriad intricacies of Spirit Magic, wielding them with natural ease, in perfect harmony with the supreme laws of Heaven.

In the outside world, his towering Divine Visage, spanning tens of thousands of feet, with the translucent Soul Altar at its brow, gently rotated, locking onto the Evil God of the Sapphire Snail clan.

The enchanting woman, her laughter tinkling like bells, saw her dual-winged spear vanish. She gracefully gathered the folds of her skirt and seated herself in the void, cradling an ancient zither and beginning to play.

The soothing strains of the zither had the power to pacify the restless hearts of those who heard it, fostering a tranquil state of mind and a reluctance to engage in further bloodshed.

Yet, as her music began to resonate, the Evil Gods were suddenly seized by a frenzied rage, fearlessly launching themselves at Yu Yuan.

Clearly, the zither's melodies had a varied impact.

"Enough with the theatrics."

The Soul Altar at the center of Yu Yuan's Divine Visage's brow once again emitted a brilliant cyan radiance, casting its reach across the void to envelop the distant Sapphire Snail ancestor.

The discordant strumming of the zither was utterly ineffective against him, unable to soothe his icy, detached spirit.

The Ancestor of the Sapphire Snail had barely begun to pluck the strings when she realized the void around her was engulfed by dazzling soul blades.

The vast expanse of space offered not a single crevice for her escape.

The once harmonious zither notes turned frantic and piercing, echoing the wails of tormented spirits.

Her corporeal Evil God form was shredded into a bloody mist by the relentless assault of soul blades from above.

"The Calamity Clan!"

Yu Yuan, a colossus in stature, wielded the Dragon Slaying Stage with one hand, deflecting the relentless barrage of light from the Eiwrone cavern.

His free hand lunged at the gargantuan octopus creature.

The Evil God of the Calamity Clan, mightier and more massive than Gomez, felt the turbulent, disordered power of the Abyss surge as Yu Yuan's hand approached. The tainted cosmic energy clung to Yu Yuan's arm like filth.

Next to Yu Yuan's Divine Visage, the multitude of tentacles seemed no more than coarse strands of hair.

The serrated tentacles, baring their bloody maws, sprouted finer spikes in an attempt to penetrate Yu Yuan's arm, to drain his flesh and fortify the Evil God's own vitality.

The Evil God of the Calamity Clan gnawed at Yu Yuan's flesh with a ravenous hunger, savoring it as the ultimate delicacy.

He vividly recalled that the former Lord of the Abyss was not so enticing, lacking such a sweet and alluring form.

"Such folly."

Yu Yuan's laughter boomed as he activated the Profound Meaning of Extreme Cold within the meridians of his arm. His spiritual and vital energies underwent a sudden transformation, becoming infused with innumerable tiny Ice Shards.

The Evil God of the Calamity Clan felt as if his tentacles had plunged into a frigid wasteland, his malevolent intent and vital energy snuffed out.

In that instant, Yu Yuan's hand, which had been thrusting into the Evil God, tightened its grip on the deity's form. With a surge of strength, the meridians and bones in his hand transformed into icy torrents, crystallizing into a bone of Ice Shard. The tentacles that had been feasting on his flesh were now enveloped in an expansive white fog.

With a resounding boom, Ice Shards and hexagonal snowflakes burst apart, and the tentacles of the Ashen Evil God's Evil God were shattered to pieces. The massive octopus gripped in his hand was instantly frozen, becoming a living fossil encased in rock-hard ice. As Yu Yuan released his grip, the Evil God of the Ashen Evil Clans attempted to utter a few cries, but no sound emerged. The Evil God's evil soul, along with its body, had been frozen to death by the ice power.

The towering eight-armed Evil God, which had been perched on Yu Yuan's forehead, continued to furiously hammer at his Soul Altar with its eight arms wielding bronze maces. Despite its mountainous stature, next to Yu Yuan's terrifying Divine Visage, the eight-armed Evil God seemed no more than a flea on his nose.

The Soul Altar abruptly transformed into a red crystal, revealing the life force of the Primal Blood. The red crystal emitted a bloody glow, like a blood-red vertical pupil, coldly regarding the eight-armed Evil God. Under the scrutiny of this sanguine gaze, the reconstructed flesh and bones of the eight-armed Evil God's body were dismantled as if they were mere building blocks, instantly falling to pieces.

"I laid the foundation and constructed the Evil Temple; I know how this edifice operates. Your regeneration of blood and flesh utilized the Secrets of Life from this realm, a gift I brought to Him," Yu Yuan remarked coldly, watching the eight-armed Evil God's disintegration and scoffing at its naivety.

The Violet Gold Giant Shield in his hand morphed once again into an elongated blade, which he wielded with ease. Streaks of violet gold, crimson, pale green, and dark black sword light, each infused with the profound meanings of the Way of Heaven and imbued with the essences of lightning, extreme cold, and light magic, pierced through more Evil God bodies.

The resurrected ancient Evil Gods and the new generation of Evil Gods that bore him malice were all inconsequential, manifesting only to meet their demise. Yu Yuan was invigorated, his mind's sealed memories rekindled by the exhilarating combat, slowly reclaiming the battle fervor from his days as the Lord of the Abyss. He even had a faint recollection of the ancient Evil God that had once again perished by his hand, able to recall its name.

With a whoosh, the most splendid divine light stabbed into the heart of the Holy Temple's body and emerged through the portal in its chest. The wails of the Evil Gods within the Holy Temple were unceasing.

In today's era, ancient Evil Gods continue to vie for survival.

The brilliant divine light that pierced through them seemed to have instantly claimed the lives of several Evil Gods locked in a struggle for existence.

Deep within the shadowy portal, eyes like lanterns fixated on Yu Yuan as he cut a swath through his enemies.

"The new Lord of the Abyss seems even stronger than before?"

"His Soul Altar has seven tiers!"

"The Lord of the Abyss has grown more powerful after amplifying his strength in this realm!"

"My goodness, we were slain by him before. How could we possibly stand against him now?"

The chatter of the Evil Gods emanated from the portal at the core of the Holy Temple, clear enough for the guardians and the mightiest of the Gods to overhear.

They could see and feel that the ancient Evil Gods born of the Abyss were actually filled with dread at the thought of Yu Yuan.

Without His will, without His command, the Evil Gods wouldn't dare to provoke Yu Yuan.

The distorted humanoid Holy Temple swayed precariously above Eiwrone, as if on the verge of collapse.

The entity at the temple's brow observed the carnage of Evil God flesh and bone, wrought by Yu Yuan with an air of indifference, and calmly uttered, "Return."

At His command, the flesh-covered walls of the Holy Temple shifted once more.

Patterns on the walls morphed into wells, pits, caverns, and pools, generating a suction that reclaimed the scattered remains of the slain Evil Gods.

The battle for flesh within the Holy Temple raged on with renewed ferocity and brutality.

"A hundred Evil Gods of this caliber combined would still be no match for you. That so-called Abyss, originally just a sector of the Astral Domain within the Origin Realm, has failed to yield any formidable beings from the Abyss race that we so painstakingly cultivated."

"The formidable Evil Gods of the past were all suppressed by you, never to rise again."

"It seems that nothing has changed even now."

"Indeed, that Abyss is but an illusion, not reality."

He spoke with a hint of regret, unveiling a truth that had been concealed for ages.

Above the darkness, the seven-layered Abyss was always part of the Origin Realm, never a true Abyss.

Within that illusory Abyss, across more than a hundred lands, the Dark Anima and I fostered the Abyss race in the Wellspring of Creation, yet few truly formidable beings emerged. This limitation was due to the illusory world's diminutive size and lack of vastness.

The Origin Realm was home to Bertain, the Dark Phoenix, Lin Daoke, Tan Xiaotian, the Secular Bird Queen, and the once-mighty Titan Spinosaurus, thanks to its vast expanse.

"Given this, the illusory world of the Abyss should also undergo a transformation."

He had an epiphany after the battle and spoke up with a new idea in mind.

Elsewhere.

Above the seven layers of the Abyss, where the lowest level is forever shrouded in darkness, the cosmic order of the upper six layers underwent a dramatic shift.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The lands of the six layers of the Abyss began to drift upwards, embarking on a complete migration towards the Origin Realm.

"What's going on?"

"Are we all leaving the world we've lived in for generations to start anew in the Origin Realm?"

"My goodness, we're still so vulnerable. Can we even survive in the Origin Realm?"

"…"

On the lands of the fifth and sixth levels of the Abyss, the weaker Abyssal races felt their worlds turn upside down as they ascended, plunging them into panic.

Only the mightiest among the Abyssal races yearned to surge towards the Origin Realm.

For the denizens of the deepest Abyss, the mere thought of ascending even one level was a dream.

Now, with the legendary Abyssal Gate shattered, all the lands of the Abyss were shifting towards the Origin Realm, stirring a sense of unease.

Yet, no one had explained to them what was actually happening.

Since the most powerful Evil God emerged from the Abyss through the Evil Temple, he realized that the Evil Gods within the Abyss paled in comparison to those in the Origin Realm, such as Bertain, Lin Daoke, the Dark Phoenix, and the Secular Bird Queen. Consequently, he dismissed the Abyss Tribes that had come into being because of him.

Evil Gods lacking the potential to reach the eleventh level were far inferior to the Gods and the Sky Fiend.

Without the emergence of Evil Gods in the Origin Realm who could capture his attention, the existence of the Abyss Tribes was rendered meaningless.

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