C2401 Devil Fall

"I can see the Sect Master!"

With his keen eyesight, Yue Mu suddenly shouted. He first spotted the pyramid-shaped Origin Grounds, followed by the towering figure of Yu Yuan.

Next, he saw another Yu Yuan, transformed from a Primal Soul into a small Primal Beast.

Then came the Demon God Bertain, Tan Xiaotian, Ji Ningshuang, and Chen Qinghuang.

These four powerhouses were perched on the shoulders of Yu Yuan's vibrant, multicolored form, their eyes gleaming with unusual interest as they looked towards them.

Lin Daoke, who had not deliberately showcased his extraordinary powers, seemed as insignificant as a grain of rice in comparison to these beings.

Yue Mu, a swordsman, had a deep understanding of swordsmanship that resonated with Lin Daoke, which is why he was the first to notice Lin Daoke's presence.

"The Sect Master seems to be at odds with them!"

Yue Mu quickly noticed that both Yu Yuans, along with Bertain, Tan Xiaotian, Ji Ningshuang, and Chen Qinghuang, were all gazing at Lin Daoke as though they were facing a formidable foe.

It was as if their Mr. Lin was a force of nature to be reckoned with.

"They're targeting our Sect Master."

Realizing the gravity of the situation, Yue Mu cried out in alarm. Yet, when he saw that even Ji Ningshuang, who had always shown respect for Lin Daoke, shared the same demeanor, he added, "Something's not right here!"

Yu Yuan, Bertain, Tan Xiaotian, and Chen Qinghuang's attitudes towards Lin Daoke didn't sit well with Yue Mu.

Ji Ningshuang, of all people, should not be acting this way!

Taishi, Loong Jie, and Yuan Lianyao, supreme beings born from the stars of the Genesis Nebula, had learned from Heesters about the potential for Lin Daoke to be chosen by the origin. They were not overly surprised by this revelation.

"He is not your Sect Master; he has been refined by the Spirit of Creation," Heesters, who had pieced together part of the truth, said with a soft sigh. "I never imagined that the Spirit of Creation would actually choose Lin Daoke of the Everlands over the little Primal Beast, Bertain, Chen Qinghuang, or Tan Xiaotian."

Despite already knowing the answer, he was still taken aback and began to scrutinize the enigmatic Lin Daoke more closely.

His words brought clarity to the experts who had remained in the Ashlands, helping them grasp the unfolding events.

The Origin, creator of the Primal Anima and harbinger of annihilation, had somehow refined Lin Daoke of the Sword Sect. He intended to use Lin Daoke's form to showcase his divine might.

At that moment, Lin Daoke, with his usually impassive gaze, glanced at the enigmatic Star River drawing near. A corner of his mouth twitched, revealing an uncharacteristic sneer.

Then, he slowly lifted the primordial spirit sword in his hand once more.

With the elevation of the Divine Sword, it seemed to activate the All Spirits Ban behind him, causing a myriad of enigmatic Dao patterns to dazzlingly emerge on its surface.

Without notice, Lin Daoke's gaunt frame was suffused with a misty, seven-colored divine glow.

The seven-colored radiance that had previously encircled and protected him had now fully integrated into his body, transforming into his inner strength.

"He didn't strike consecutively because he and Lin Daoke needed to synchronize. The Lin Daoke he fashioned doesn't require additional time to align with him," Yu Yuan stated, giving his shoulders a slight shake.

Whoosh! The air rippled with the motion.

Bertain, the Great Demon God, Tan Xiaotian, the Secular Bird Queen, and Ji Ningshuang all felt an overwhelming divine might seize them, propelling them toward the approaching Star River.

"He simply wants Lin Daoke's body to undergo a second round of shaping, to ensure it has ample strength and resilience," Yu Yuan elaborated.

Submerged in the All Spirits Ban, every sinew and piece of flesh within Lin Daoke was primed to wield the Primal Anima's power, enabling him to flawlessly manifest his might.

This meant that Lin Daoke had not yet unleashed his full potential in his previous strikes.

"Until the next epoch."

Lin Daoke, who had remained silent since reaching the Origin, finally spoke.

His words seemed to herald the demise of Yu Yuan and the Primal Soul, signaling the close of the ninth epoch, the fusion of all realms, and the obliteration of all beings.

Once insignificant, Lin Daoke now stood with his back against the resplendent All Spirits Ban. His slender form, aglow with the same brilliance, began to ascend visibly, climbing higher and higher.

One zhang, ten zhang, a hundred zhang, a thousand zhang, ten thousand zhang, a hundred million zhang, a billion zhang!

In just a moment, Lin Daoke had transformed into a colossal deity, rivaling the grandeur of Yu Yuan's vibrant, five-colored form.

"Mr. Lin!"

"Lin Daoke!"

The powerhouses within the Ashlands, who had just seen Lin Daoke as minuscule as a grain of rice, now gaped at his sudden, immense transformation, exclaiming in astonishment.

"This isn't his Divine Transcendence, nor any sort of illusory divine technique. It's the accumulation of genuine, raw power!"

Taishi whispered to himself, sensing a presence so terrifying that it seemed unprecedented since the dawn of existence.

"He's incredibly powerful! Absolutely miraculous!"

The Grand Sword Immortal of the Sword Sect, akin to Yue Mu, was utterly awestruck by Lin Daoke's form, nearly forgetting that their Sect Master had been overtaken by the Origin. Instead, they were captivated by Lin Daoke's overwhelming might.

At that moment, Lin Daoke shone with a resplendent divine glow, his body flawless, resembling a finely crafted gemstone.

Backed by the All Spirits Ban, the copious energy emanating from it transformed into a myriad of exquisite Dao patterns and ethereal lightning, seemingly in harmony with the blood and meridians coursing through him.

Within his vast physique, it appeared as though a tiny crystal was embedded at the location of each acupoint.

In this instant, he embodied the enigmatic All Spirits Ban, encompassing the Primal Anima from the very heart of creation.

He left both Yu Yuan and the Primal Soul utterly astounded.

Throughout the previous eight great epochs, the formidable flesh and blood forms wielded by the Origin had severely wounded the Primal Soul and Yu Yuan, sealing their spiritual sense and stripping them of their selfhood.

Yet, not one of the Spirits of Creation from those epochs could hold a candle to the Lin Daoke of now!

From the time he and Yu Yuan first became conscious, from the beginning of the cyclical epochs, the Origin had never been as enigmatic and potent as it was in this moment!

The essence that fully mastered all the secrets of the Primal Anima from the eight great epochs, fusing countless Ways of Heaven into one, slowly instilled a sense of despair in the Primal Soul.

Faced with such a Lin Daoke, such an Origin, how could one possibly contend?

He couldn't help but glance at Yu Yuan.

He gazed at his long-standing companion, wondering if Yu Yuan, who had merged the spiritual wisdom of eight epochs, could shatter the chains of this seemingly predestined cycle.

His confidence, battered repeatedly, left him uncertain how to confront Lin Daoke before him.

Suddenly, the primordial spirit sword, which had grown alongside Lin Daoke, hovered above his head, suspended above the dome of the Land of Origin.

Within the gleaming, smooth blade, the awakened mysteries of the Way of Heaven from thousands of Primal Animas transformed into luminous threads of sword energy.

Lin Daoke squinted slightly, then swung his sword once more, aiming for the Primal Soul that had assimilated the little Primal Beast.

"If all else fails, we'll meet again in the tenth epoch."

The Primal Soul's expression was ice-cold as a golden sea of light burst forth from within, intercepting Lin Daoke's descending blade.

Fate, time, space, the elements, and the forces of nature—all the esoteric magic arts mastered by the Primal Animas of this era—unfolded within the golden light. The vast Soul Power from the Primal Soul morphed into another sea, this one of green and black, which suddenly infiltrated the golden light.

With its refined Soul Power, it interwove the deep truths of the ninth era's Primal Animas' laws, the small Primal Beast's body erupting with a torrent of vital energy.

To the onlookers, the Primal Soul had used a golden light sea, a green and black soul sea, and the flesh of the small Primal Beast to instantly forge a resplendent and enigmatic Genesis Nebula!

Whoosh! The sound echoed as numerous, indistinct, colossal blood shadows were forged within this spectacular Star River by its divine might.

These towering, majestic blood shadows, versed in the laws of the Primal Animas, joined forces to counter Lin Daoke's ultimate sword prowess.

There was no hint of disturbance in the serene depths of Lin Daoke's eyes, not a ripple of emotion.

The sword light, capable of cleaving through the chaos of the cosmos and tearing the endless void, continued its descent upon the Star River wrought by the Primal Soul, striking at the Primal Vitality's frantic resistance.

With a resounding rip, the sword light, bearing the essence of countless Primal Anima, cleaved through the golden sea of light and the dark green soul sea, much like the "All Spirits Ban" crafted from the Primal Soul above the stars. Lin Daoke, godlike in his demeanor, rotated his wrist with a deft flick, and the primordial spirit sword, sharp enough to sever the fabric of the cosmos, tore through the sea of light.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Billions of sword lights burst forth like a constellation of stars, each point encapsulating the mysteries of Primal Anima. They swirled around the golden sea of light, coalescing into an alternative Heaven-Opening Sword Array. The spherical brilliance of the sword light now enveloped the Primal Soul along with the golden and black soul seas, products of the Primal Vitality's exhaustive efforts.

In that instant, Yu Yuan, with a body as colossal as Lin Daoke's, heaved the Wellspring of Creation, hurling it with the fury of an ancient god bent on annihilation. From the depths of the Wellspring, myriad worlds and beings that had perished in the river of time began to emerge. Civilizations and Star Rivers, once the pinnacle of prosperity, now resurfaced within the Wellspring of Creation.

The Wellspring revealed the divine techniques and magic arts from Yu Yuan's past eight great eras, as if it encompassed the epochs and the countless souls extinguished by the Primal Soul, all of them joining forces in a defiant stand against the Spirit of Creation.

Yu Yuan's abrupt onslaught sent a jolt through the onlookers. Those who gazed upon the Wellspring of Creation could see the spectral images of innumerable worlds and beings. The boundless life essence emanating from Yu Yuan's chromatic form seemed to momentarily resurrect the once-dazzling champions of the eight great eras, allowing them to manifest their lost might and divine arts within the Wellspring.

As the Wellspring of Creation descended, Lin Daoke, with sword in hand, stirred the air, his vast swathes of sword light persisting in their assault on the Primal Vitality. His face remained impassive, betraying no surprise at Yu Yuan's sudden strike.

Then, in a swift motion, his empty hand brandished yet another blade—the Solar Spirit Sword! The Solar Spirit Sword, residing within him like a finely honed crystal, thrust forward, aiming straight for the heart of the Wellspring of Creation.

The Solar Spirit Sword's energy had already penetrated the bottom of the Wellspring of Creation, swiftly eradicating the dominant forces from the epochs past.

Lin Daoke, supported by the All Spirits Ban, watched as it burst forth with a brilliant display of divine light, infusing the Solar Spirit Sword with unparalleled divine might and honing the Cosmic Order to an extreme sharpness.

With a hiss, the tip of the Solar Spirit Sword gently touched the bottom of the Wellspring of Creation and split it in two upon contact.

The worlds within the Wellspring, once thriving realms of the eight great eras and home to all the unparalleled figures of yore, were extinguished with a mere tap from the Solar Spirit Sword.

Lin Daoke withdrew the sword once more, its blade now radiating an even more blinding brilliance as he struck at the colossal hand Yu Yuan had sent forth.

Within the palm of Yu Yuan's titanic hand, a vast blood-colored vortex emerged, encapsulating the mysteries of the Maw of Oblivion.

This vortex, capable of siphoning the psionic powers of the heavens, was detected by Lin Daoke as it aimed for his forehead.

Without hesitation, Lin Daoke delivered a swift sword thrust.

Puff! The Solar Spirit Sword impaled the giant hand, shattering the immense blood-colored whirlpool, the myriad bloodline chains, and the shadowy lightning that enveloped it, decimating more than half in an instant.

Yu Yuan's hand bled divine blood of myriad hues.

Each drop of his divine blood had the power to create supreme beings like Yuan Le and the little spinosaurus, granting resurrection to the deceased deities and spirits.

"We're here too!"

As Yu Yuan's shoulder shook, Tan Xiaotian, who had been cast into the elongated Star River, returned with reckless abandon.

Having lost the six great dark canopies, he owed his life to Yu Yuan's hand. Despite knowing he was outmatched by Lin Daoke, Tan Xiaotian still made his return.

His vast Divine Transcendence morphed into an absolute darkness, enveloping Lin Daoke's hand that wielded the Solar Spirit Sword.

At a glance, Lin Daoke's arm appeared to be slowly encased in a dark protective sleeve.

The dark energy and the dark magic that Tan Xiaotian had mastered, derived from the fragmented secrets of the preceding Dark Anima, began to infiltrate Lin Daoke's arm.

Lin Daoke's brow did not crease as the arm encased in the "dark sleeve" suddenly emitted a buzzing sound.

That was the sound of a sword!

As the sword's hum resonated, Lin Daoke's arm appeared to transform into the most radiant gemstone in existence, casting a brilliance that could penetrate any darkness!

In a mere moment, all the dark energy that Tan Xiaotian had directed towards Lin Daoke's arm was scattered by the resplendent light.

Tan Xiaotian's flesh, blood, sinew, bones, Divine Transcendence, and devil soul all dissipated into nothingness in the blink of an eye.

A formidable figure of his era had met his demise.

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