C2401 The Fall of the Devil

"I can see the Sect Master!"

With keen eyesight, Yue Mu suddenly exclaimed. He first spotted the pyramid-shaped Origin Land, and then the towering figure of Yu Yuan.

Next, he saw another Yu Yuan, created by the Origin Soul and molded from a small Origin Beast.

Following them were the Great Demon God Beilstein, Tan Xiaotian, Jee Ningshuang, and Chen Qinghuang, who were perched on the shoulders of Yu Yuan's massive, multicolored form, their eyes gleaming with intrigue as they looked towards them.

Lin Daoke, who hadn't made any overt display of his extraordinary abilities, seemed as insignificant as a grain of rice in comparison to these beings.

It was precisely because Yue Mu was a sword cultivator, and the essence of his swordsmanship subtly echoed that of Lin Daoke, that he was able to detect Lin Daoke's presence.

"Sect Master, it looks like they're... not quite aligned with us!"

Yue Mu then realized that both Yu Yuans, along with Beilstein, Tan Xiaotian, Jee Ningshuang, and Chen Qinghuang, were regarding Lin Daoke as if he were a formidable adversary.

To them, Sect Master Lin appeared as a formidable force of nature.

"They're targeting our Sect Master."

Yue Mu, now fully grasping the gravity of the situation, let out a startled cry. Yet, when he considered that even Jee Ningshuang, who had always held Lin Daoke in high esteem, wore the same look of concern, he couldn't help but feel uneasy, "Something's not right here!"

Yu Yuan, Beilstein, Tan Xiaotian, and Chen Qinghuang's treatment of Lin Daoke didn't faze Yue Mu in the slightest.

But Jee Ningshuang's reaction was unexpected and out of character!

Supreme beings like Taishi, Loong Jie, and Yuan Lianyao, who hailed from the stars of the Creation Star River, had been informed by Heesters about the possibility of Lin Daoke being chosen by the Origin. Thus, they were not overly astonished.

"He is not your Sect Master; he has been consecrated by the Origin Spirit." Heesters, having pieced together some of the truth, sighed softly, "I never imagined that the Origin Spirit would ultimately select Lin Daoke over the little Origin Beast, Beilstein, Chen Qinghuang, or Tan Xiaotian."

Despite already knowing the outcome, he was still taken aback and began to scrutinize the enigmatic Lin Daoke with renewed interest.

His words gradually enlightened the powerful beings who had remained in the Gray Domain about the unfolding events.

The Origin Spirit, who had crafted the Origin Spirit and was on the verge of enacting the apocalypse, had astonishingly refined Lin Daoke of the Sword Sect. He intended to use Lin Daoke's body to demonstrate his divine prowess!

At that moment.

Lin Daoke's eyes, as tranquil as an ancient well, glanced at the mysterious Creation Star River drawing near. He subtly curled his lips, revealing a rare sneer on his face.

Then, he once again slowly lifted the Primordial Spirit Sword in his hand.

With the lifting of the Divine Sword, it seemed to trigger the Myriad Spirit Restriction behind him. An array of enigmatic and profound Dao patterns dazzlingly manifested on its surface.

Before one knew it, Lin Daoke's gaunt frame was enveloped in a misty, multicolored divine glow.

The seven-colored light that had once favored and encircled him had now completely merged into his body, transforming into his inner strength.

"He didn't strike with his sword in rapid succession because he and Lin Daoke didn't need to synchronize. The Lin Daoke he created required no extra time to align with him," Yu Yuan stated, giving his shoulders a slight shake.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The Great Demon God Beilstein, Tan Xiaotian, the Secular Bird Queen, and Jee Ningshuang all felt an immense divine might envelop 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 possesses the necessary strength and resilience," Yu Yuan clarified.

Submerged in the Myriad Spirit Restriction, every vein and muscle in Lin Daoke's body was now capable of harnessing the force of the Origin Soul, allowing him to perfectly manifest its power.

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

"Until the next epoch."

Lin Daoke, who had been silent since his arrival at the Origin Land, finally spoke.

With these words, he seemed to be pronouncing the demise of Yu Yuan and the Origin Soul, signaling the conclusion of the ninth epoch, the fusion of all realms, and the obliteration of all beings.

Lin Daoke, once inconsequential in size, now pressed his back against the resplendent Myriad Spirit Restriction. His slender form, radiating a glow matching that of the Myriad Spirit Restriction, began to ascend at a speed visible to the naked eye.

One zhang, ten zhang, one hundred zhang, one thousand zhang, ten thousand zhang, one hundred million zhang!

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

"Sect Master Lin!"

"Lin Daoke!"

The powerhouses within the Gray Domain, who had just seen Lin Daoke as minuscule as a grain of rice, were astounded as he suddenly transformed into such a massive god.

"This isn't his divine form, nor is it some illusionary divine art. It's the real accumulation of power!"

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

"He's incredibly powerful! It's truly miraculous!"

The Great Sword Immortal of the Sword Sect, akin to Yue Mu, was utterly awestruck by the sight of Lin Daoke. He nearly forgot that their Sect Master had been 'overtaken' by the Origin Land, so captivated was he by Lin Daoke's might.

At this moment, Lin Daoke's entire body shone with a dazzling divine radiance, his physique flawless like a sculpted gemstone or jade.

Backed by the Myriad Spirit Restriction, the immense energy from it transformed into a myriad of exquisite Dao patterns and ethereal lightning, resonating with the meridians of his flesh and blood.

Within his vast body, it appeared that a small crystal was embedded at each acupoint.

In this instant, he embodied the enigmatic Myriad Spirit Restriction, encompassing the essence of all Origin Spirits within the Heavenly Source Continent.

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

Throughout the previous eight great epochs, the formidable flesh and blood bodies controlled by the Origin Soul had grievously wounded Yu Yuan and the Origin Soul eight times, sealing their spiritual consciousness and erasing their sense of self.

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

From the moment he and Yu Yuan gained consciousness, from the start of the cycle of epochs, the Origin Soul had never encountered such a mysterious and formidable force!

The aura that now perfectly wielded the secrets of all Origin Spirits from the previous eight epochs, unifying myriad Great Daos into one, filled the Origin Soul with a creeping sense of despair.

How could Lin Daoke and the Origin Soul possibly contend with such a formidable opponent?

Involuntarily, his gaze shifted to Yu Yuan.

He observed his long-standing companion, eager to discover whether Yu Yuan, with the wisdom and spiritual insight of eight epochs fused within him, could shatter the seemingly predestined chains of cyclical existence.

His confidence, repeatedly undermined, left him uncertain of how to confront Lin Daoke now before him.

Abruptly, the Primordial Spirit Sword, which had grown in tandem with Lin Daoke, was suspended midair above Lin Daoke's head, high in the dome of the Origin Land.

Within the radiant and polished blade, the myriad mysteries of the Great Dao, awakened by the Origin Spirits, transformed into luminous strands of sword energy.

Lin Daoke squinted slightly before swinging his sword once more, aiming a strike at the Origin Soul that had assimilated the Origin Beast.

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

The Origin Soul's countenance was stern as a golden sea of light burst forth from within, intercepting Lin Daoke's descending blade.

Fate, time, space, the elements of metal, wood, water, fire, earth, along with lightning, ice, light, and darkness.

The esoteric Dao Arts, contemplated by the Origin Spirits of this era, unfolded their endless mysteries within the golden sea of light. The expansive soul energy from the Origin Soul morphed into an azure and obsidian sea of souls, which suddenly infiltrated the golden light.

With its intricate soul energy, it wove together the fundamental truths of the Ninth Era's Origin Spirits, channeling the formidable blood energy of the small Origin Beast in response.

To onlookers, the Origin Soul, with its golden light, azure and obsidian soul seas, and the corporeal vessel of the small Origin Beast, instantaneously birthed a resplendent and enigmatic star river.

Whoosh! The sound echoed as colossal and indistinct blood shadows were forged in the heart of this resplendent star river by its divine might.

The towering and majestic blood shadows, versed in the laws and order of the Origin Spirits, joined forces to counter Lin Daoke's ultimate sword prowess.

Deep within Lin Daoke's tranquil gaze, there was no trace of disturbance, not a ripple of emotion.

The sword light, capable of cleaving through the chaotic cosmos and rending the infinite void, descended upon the peculiar star river wrought by the Origin Soul, striking with a blow meant for the Origin Soul's fervent resistance.

With a resounding rip, the sword light, bearing the might of countless Origin Spirits, cleaved through the towering blood shadows within the golden sea of light and the dark green sea of souls, much like the Myriad Spirit Restriction crafted by the Origin Soul itself. Lin Daoke, godlike in his grace, gently twisted his wrist, and the Primordial Spirit Sword, sharp enough to sever the fabric of the universe, began its deadly dance through the sea of light.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The sword lights burst forth like a myriad of stars, each point containing the profound mysteries of the Origin Soul. They swirled around the golden sea of light, coalescing into a magnificent Sky Opening Array. The dazzling orb of sword light enveloped the Origin Soul along with the golden and black seas of souls, all wrought from the Origin Soul's exhaustive power.

In that instant, Yu Yuan's colossal, five-colored form, equal in stature to Lin Daoke, hefted the Creation Pool and hurled it with the fury of an ancient god ending worlds. From the depths of the Creation Pool, a myriad of worlds and lives, long lost to the river of time, emerged. Civilizations and galaxies, once the pinnacle of prosperity across the eight great epochs, surfaced within the waters of the Creation Pool.

The divine techniques and arts of Yu Yuan's past eight epochs manifested within the Creation Pool, as if encompassing the spirits of countless beings from those eras, all defiantly resisting the Origin Spirit. Yu Yuan's abrupt assault sent a jolt through the onlookers, each person peering into the Creation Pool witnessing the spectral images of innumerable worlds and lives.

The boundless life essence from Yu Yuan's vibrant form seemed to resurrect the most formidable beings of the eight great epochs, allowing them to display their long-lost might and mystical arts within the Creation Pool. As the Creation Pool descended, Lin Daoke, sword in hand, stirred the air, his vast blade of light relentlessly pursuing the Origin Soul.

His face remained impassive, betraying no surprise at Yu Yuan's sudden strike. Then, almost immediately, another sword materialized in his free hand—the Yang God Sword. Like a razor-edged prisma, the Yang God Sword concealed within him thrust towards the heart of the Creation Pool. Its sword qi penetrated the pool's depths first, swiftly extinguishing the once-dominant rulers of the preceding epochs.

Lin Daoke stood with his back to the Myriad Spirit Restriction when a burst of brilliant divine radiance surged forth, infusing the Yang God Sword with supreme divine power and making the Great Dao laws within it exceedingly sharp.

With a mere flick, the tip of the Yang God Sword lightly tapped the bottom of the Creation Pool, causing an immediate bifurcation.

The worlds within the Creation Pool, the flourishing realms of the eight great epochs, and all the unparalleled figures of yore met their demise once again with a gentle prod from the Yang God Sword.

Retrieving the Yang God Sword, Lin Daoke watched as the blade emitted an even more blinding light before slashing at the colossal hand that Yu Yuan had sent crashing towards him.

In the palm of Yu Yuan's titanic hand, a vast blood-colored vortex emerged, encapsulating the mysteries of the Chaos Abyss.

This vortex, capable of siphoning myriad heavenly abilities, was detected by Lin Daoke just as it neared his forehead.

With an effortless thrust, Lin Daoke's sword pierced the giant hand. The massive blood-colored whirlpool, along with countless Bloodline Crystal Chains and shadowy lightning, were shattered in an instant!

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

Each drop of his divine blood had the power to create beings of supreme life, like Yuen Li and the little spinosaurus, granting resurrection to both the deceased and deities.

"We're here too!" exclaimed Tan Xiaotian.

As Yu Yuan's shoulder shook, Tan Xiaotian, who had been dispatched to the tubular Creation Star River, returned with reckless abandon.

Having lost his six great Darkness Curtains, it was Yu Yuan's hand that had spared him. Aware that he was no match for Lin Daoke, Tan Xiaotian nevertheless returned to the fray.

His immense divine dharma idol morphed into a pitch-black mass, enveloping the hand that Lin Daoke wielded the Yang God Sword with.

Lin Daoke's arm, now seemingly sheathed in a dark protective sleeve, didn't flinch under the assault.

The dark powers and laws Tan Xiaotian had mastered, drawn from the fragmented secrets of the Darkness Origin Spirit, attempted to infiltrate Lin Daoke's arm.

Unperturbed, Lin Daoke's arm, encased in the "Darkness Armor," suddenly emitted a resonant hum.

The sound was that of a sword's cry!

As the sword's hum resonated, Lin Daoke's arm transformed into a gemstone of unparalleled brilliance, casting a light that pierced through the deepest darkness!

In a mere moment, the dark Divine Power enveloping Lin Daoke's arm was scattered by the radiant glow.

Tan Xiaotian's flesh, blood, bones, his divine form, and Devil Soul all disintegrated into nothingness in the blink of an eye.

A formidable figure had met his end just like that.

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