C2397 The Might of a Sword
In the land of origins, the primordial spirit sword in Lin Daoke's grasp once again emitted a blinding sword light, putting Yu Yuan on high alert as if he were facing a formidable foe.
Whoosh!
This intensely dazzling sword light was imbued with the ultimate truths of the Primal Anima, encompassing the mysteries of fate, time, space, light, darkness, and more—secrets Yu Yuan knew well.
In the first eight epochs, it seemed as though the ancient Primal Animas, long vanished, were suddenly resurrected by this sword!
Yu Yuan immediately reacted. In previous epochs, the Spirit of Creation had forged eight beings of awe-inspiring divine power, who had wielded the celestial arts of fate, time, and space. This caused both his and the Primal Soul's spiritual sense to lapse into silence, haunted by the harrowing memories of the Origin.
In those epochs, there were beings even mightier than Stephanie, the God of Destiny; Paxton, the Space God; and Heesters, the God of Time!
These divine powers, second only to him and the Primal Soul, had either subdued or refined the Primal Anima within themselves, ultimately becoming the chosen of the Spirit of Creation.
Without exception, such Spirits of Creation had all achieved ultimate victory.
"Uh!"
Yu Yuan, braced for a fierce clash, suddenly realized that Lin Daoke's sword was not aimed at him.
It was striking towards the Void Boundary!
...
"Lin Daoke."
At the outer reaches of the Genesis Nebula, on a star encircled by the All Spirits Ban, the Primal Blood and Jihui's Primal Soul were being consecrated. They let out a cry of alarm at the void presence of the Undead Sovereign's body.
"Lin Daoke?"
The Primal Anima of Destiny, Space, and Time from the Otherworld found the name unfamiliar.
The Light and Dark Anima revealed their astonishment at his mention.
"Why would Lin Daoke of the Sword Sect, with his imperfect physical form, be the chosen one?"
The Dark Anima, having transformed into an enchanting woman, waited until the Spirit of Creation from the Otherworld had selected Lin Daoke and begun the process of inhabitation before she finally dared to emerge from the portal.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Following her lead, the Primal Anima of Space and Time, along with the Light Spirit, also stepped forth from the portal one by one.
"Lin Daoke."
The little Primal Beast, curled up deep within a crevice, let out a true sigh of relief upon hearing the Spirit of Creation's decision. It was relieved to have avoided disaster.
At that moment, it became aware of the Dark Phoenix, Zhiya's presence, realizing she had manifested in the Genesis Nebula. It quickly sent out a signal, beckoning Zhiya to come to its rescue.
The Primal Soul, bearing the likeness of Yu Yuan, cast a glance at the creature before turning his attention to the restrained Spirit of Fate. "Since he has chosen Lin Daoke, this little one is no longer a pawn of mine. You're aware of the reason behind the impending destruction and that he's initiating it. You wish to oppose him, don't you?"
"Of course," the Spirit of Fate responded eagerly.
"Very well," the Primal Soul nodded.
With a whoosh, the brilliance veiling the crevice was abruptly drawn into the Primal Soul. "This little Primal Beast, your creation, now belongs to you."
"Great!" The Spirit of Fate, as if fearing a change of heart, swiftly emerged from the crevice and made a beeline for the little Primal Beast.
The enchantment confining the little Primal Beast silently vanished, granting it freedom.
"Don't come!"
"Stay away!"
Seeing the Spirit of Fate approaching, the little Primal Beast desperately sent another message to Zhiya, pleading with her not to come and meet her demise.
It understood that it couldn't evade the Spirit of Fate's ritual, and Zhiya was no match for these mighty Primal Animas.
The Spirit of Time, the Space God, and the Light Spirit all existed as Primal Animas, yet had not taken residence in the bodies they could inhabit at any moment.
Below, the supreme beings Zhong Chichen, Heesters, and Canli were imprisoned. When necessary, upon receiving the Primal Soul's consent, they would swiftly possess these supreme beings, transforming them into their instruments of war.
The little Primal Beast was acutely aware that once the three great Primal Animas took over the supreme beings, Zhiya's chances of victory were far from certain.
Moreover, the Primal Soul was still present.
Should Zhiya charge in, she would merely meet the same fate as it, becoming nothing more than a sacrificial object for the Primal Animas' refinement.
"Why not me?" inquired the Light Spirit.
"You lack the strength of the Spirit of Fate. Canli's body, in fact, is more suitable for you," the Primal Soul stated with an icy demeanor, not mincing words. "Your root of the Way of Heaven has already merged with the Land of Origin. With merely your spiritual sense, you stand no chance against the Spirit of Creation."
The Primal Soul paused before adding softly, "I'm about to head to the Land of Origin to assist in the battle. Hopefully, he intends to deal with Yu Yuan and me first and will temporarily ignore the rest of you..."
Suddenly, a sword light that spanned the infinite void struck down from the Land of Origin!
This formidable sword light disregarded the vast distances of the void!
Within the depths of the sword light, the Primal Soul distinctly perceived the numerous cosmic orders associated with the All Spirits Ban, which enshrouded the stars.
Beyond metal, wood, water, fire, earth, sun, moon, stars, darkness, light, ice, thunder, and lightning, there were also elements of time, space, and fate, along with other esoteric mysteries within this sword.
The essences of time, space, and fate within the sword light originated from the previous eight great epochs, ancient and enigmatic!
Yet, no matter how ancient and enigmatic, the Primal Soul, having lived through eight epochs, identified them at once.
With a tearing sound, the All Spirits Ban, which he had crafted with great care, was instantly cleaved by the dazzling sword light, creating a slender fissure.
Subsequently, the All Spirits Ban, his creation, fragmented like pieces of colorful fabric under the might of the supreme sword.
Although Lin Daoke was still in the Land of Origin, his sword strike managed to reach the Genesis Nebula!
As the All Spirits Ban encasing the stars broke apart, the potent summoning force of the Spirit of Creation, which enveloped all worlds, spread through this perforated star.
The Dark Anima, Light Spirit, Space God, God of Time, and God of Destiny, the five Primal Animas standing next to the Primal Soul, were the first to be overwhelmed.
Confronted with this irresistible call, all five Primal Animas succumbed to disorientation in a mere moment.
The five Primal Animas unleashed a fervor akin to that once shown by Mother Earth, the vegetation, and the thunder. Their spiritual sense, the Cosmic Order, and their energy merged into a dazzling aura that slowly enveloped them.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
No longer concerned with the Primal Soul, the five Primal Animas, like the sword light that had cleaved through the All Spirits Ban, disregarded the boundless void and arrived instantaneously at the Origin.
Similar to the previous Primal Animas, these five transformed into murky beams of light, piercing through the All Spirits Ban to connect with their designated crystal blocks.
Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!
The sword light, having shattered the All Spirits Ban, seeped into various openings, slicing through the constraints of space and time with surgical precision, rendering the barriers within the holes ineffective.
In the next instant, numerous native Primal Animas from the Otherworld burst forth from the holes.
The Disaster Spirit, the Spirit of Heavenly Melody, and the Spirit of Sorrow all departed from the divine bodies they had consecrated.
They followed in the wake of the five Primal Animas, each enveloped in the radiant light, merging one by one with the Origin.
With a single strike, Lin Daoke had breached the All Spirits Ban meticulously crafted by the Primal Soul, reducing its efforts to ashes and allowing the intercepted Primal Animas to return to their rightful place.
Meanwhile, figures like Loong Jie, Yuan Lianyao, Ballo, and Green Willow, the flesh-and-blood supremes, remained unaffected by the call of the Spirit of Creation and stayed within the hole.
Once the last of the seals and barriers were obliterated by the residual force of the sword, these supreme beings awoke anew.
Upon exiting the hole, they were met with the sight of the Primal Soul, wearing Yu Yuan's flesh, its expression one of extreme distaste.
The Primal Soul was utterly defeated.
The exodus of the Primal Animas mirrored that of the previous eight epochs; despite the efforts of both it and Yu Yuan, the Primal Animas inevitably returned to the Origin.
History repeated itself in a startlingly familiar pattern, prompting the Primal Soul to recall its numerous past defeats.
And yet, it was only the sword light that had arrived; Lin Daoke's physical presence was still absent, remaining within the Origin.
This sword light had shattered all that he had built, slightly shaking his confidence.
"What's happened?"
When Zhong Chichen awoke once more, he found himself above the star, with no Primal Animas in sight, nor could he sense their presence.
Dickinson, the God of the Otherworld, the God of Sorrow, and other divine beings from the Otherworld were nothing more than corpses now.
The Primal Animas that had been dormant within them had completely assimilated their hosts, leading to the demise of these otherworldly deities.
Yet, with the destruction of the "All Spirits Ban" by the sword, and the terrifying summoning power of the Spirit of Creation infiltrating, the Primal Animas that had merged into the gods' flesh also departed.
What remained were the soulless bodies of the gods.
The forms that had been snarling and thrashing just moments before now crouched lifelessly in various holes, as if mocking the Primal Soul's strategy.
All the intricate plots and plans were no match for the force of a single sword.
The Primal Soul shook his head in dismay.
"Lin Daoke?"
Heesters, the God of Time, having just awakened, caught the Primal Soul's earlier whisper and asked in astonishment, "Has this Lin Daoke broken through both the spatial and temporal seals?"
"Lin Daoke!"
Loong Jie, Yuan Lianyao, Zhong Chichen, and the other supreme beings were deeply moved.
Had Mr. Lin of the Sword Sect become so powerful that he could shatter the "All Spirits Ban" and leave the Primal Soul at a loss?
"It must be... Lin Daoke."
The Primal Soul, still present on this star and bearing the guise of Yu Yuan, contemplated briefly before declaring, "I must go there myself."
With those words, streams of iridescent light radiated from his corporeal form and swiftly merged with the star.
Zhong Chichen watched in astonishment.
Even after the disappearance of the Spirit of Space, the Primal Soul retained the ability to wield its power, maintaining control over this unique star.
Whoosh! The star seemed to inhale, each hole transforming in a flash into a mysterious "Maw of Oblivion."
Loong Jie, Zhong Chichen, Heesters, and the other flesh-and-blood supremes were drawn into the "Maw of Oblivion," accompanied by the dense energy of the Genesis Nebula.
One by one, they vanished into the abyss.
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