Daqin Zhentiansi

"what?!"

For the first time, the Heavenly Emperor's blurred face showed a clear tremor!
He couldn't believe that a human who hadn't even reached the Creation Realm could damage the Heavenly Punishment Sword that he had personally condensed!
Even the chaotic "face" of the Chaos Demon Lord showed a hint of surprise.

It seems that no one expected Zhang Yuan to be able to simultaneously withstand both His finger strike and the Emperor's sword strike.

Using the recoil from the collision of the two terrifying forces, Zhang Yuan's figure drifted backward thousands of miles like a ghost.

The Mountain-Shaking Armor slammed into the void, stabilizing its swaying body.

The Soul-Devouring Vine Whip, like a venomous dragon emerging from the sea, instantly shattered several demon generals who had seized the opportunity to pounce.

The Ice Phoenix Feather Armor emitted an extremely cold domain, freezing a surging tide of demons.

The Xuanhuang Imperial Crown above his head, with its Xuanhuang aura descending, continuously repaired the cracks in the Lava Divine Shield.

The Azure Phoenix Cloak behind him continuously replenished his vitality and strength.

In the center of the battlefield, only the pitch-black, eternal wound left by the Great Destruction Demon's finger and the Creation God's Punishment Sword, cracked and dimmed, still humming on its own.

And that figure standing proudly in the void, clad in the Armor of Ten Thousand Beasts, confronting the two supreme beings without being defeated!

The entire Demon Realm was plunged into a deathly silence of shock!

The mournful cries of the mythical beasts transformed into an unbelievable roar of ecstatic joy!
Zhang Yuan's gaze swept over the furious Emperor, past the chaotic demonic shadow, and finally landed on the revitalized, vibrant ancestral land below. His voice resounded throughout the universe:

"If the heavens are about to collapse, I will hold them up myself!"

"Demon desires devour souls, I will sever them myself!"

"This primordial blood path, today, will be paved anew with my blood and bones!"

The arrival of the Demon Lord's true form brought not just pressure, but a complete rewriting of the rules of the entire Demon Realm!
That was not a physical "body," but rather an aggregate of chaotic rules. When it truly projected its will onto this world, the Great Dao of the Demon Abyss let out a mournful cry of unbearable burden.

The laws of heaven and earth, which had been forcibly ignited by the revitalizing life force of the Ancient Tree of Myriad Spirits and stubbornly resisted the defilement, were now like a candle flickering in the wind, their light rapidly dimming and swaying, until finally—

"Buzz... Crack—!"

A piercing scream, as if millions of glass mirrors were shattering simultaneously, resounded throughout the universe!
The visible chains of laws, those invisible threads that constitute space, maintain the flow of energy, and define life and death, crumbled and dissipated inch by inch under the crushing force of the Demon Lord's will!
The Great Dao has collapsed!

The primordial Heavenly Dao of the Demon Abyss, a Heavenly Dao that had been tainted, suppressed, and whose last hope had been rekindled by Zhang Yuan and the Ancient Tree of Ten Thousand Spirits, was ultimately crushed by the true form of the Demon Lord!

This is not a contest of power, but the annihilation of the very foundation of existence.

Like a giant pillar supporting the world collapsing, the spatial structure of the entire Demon Abyss began to become extremely unstable. Light distorted, colors peeled away, and everything was shrouded in a layer of gray, desolate, and final aura.

The newly revived vegetation lost its green color at a visible speed, turning withered, yellow, and scorched black, and the earth once again gushed forth filthy demonic springs.

Those Wood Spirit survivors whose demonic runes had been purified and whose eyes had just been ignited with the flame of hope, had their bodies drained of moisture, their skin quickly becoming dry and cracked, and the light in their eyes dimmed and went out like a blown-out candle, turning into dust and dissipating.

Despair, like an icy tide, instantly engulfed the remaining battlefield.

"In the end... it still won't work..."

An old demon, who had just broken free from the shackles of the Town Tower and resembled a ten-thousand-year-old catalpa tree, looked at the rapidly dimming spiritual light in his palm and let out a desolate sigh.

His body began to blur at the edges, like a pencil drawing erased by an eraser, with specks of emerald light drifting away.

Beside it, a wood-type divine beast king, resembling a blue rhinoceros with a broken horn, let out a roar filled with resentment and sorrow. However, the roar was abruptly cut off halfway through, and its massive body began to weather away like a sandcastle. The part that first came into contact with the aura of the abyss turned directly into ashes.

The remnant souls of the divine beasts who had fought alongside Zhang Yuan into the Demon Abyss were now extremely solemn.

The lava on the giant lava turtle's newly armored body cooled, and the lightning between the six-winged thunder roc's feathers flickered faintly. The tender shoots of the withered vine demon's newborn buds quickly withered and curled up.

The Ancient Ape of Shaking Mountains stared intently at the ever-expanding chaotic demonic shadow, its massive fist clenched so tightly that its knuckles turned white, yet for the first time revealing a sense of powerlessness in the face of absolute power.

"The foundation of the Dao has been destroyed, and the Demon Abyss... will become a true land of death and return to chaos!"

The phantom of the Azure Phoenix became incredibly illusory, its voice carrying a mournful cry like blood.

"We have clung to life for ten thousand years, yet... we are ultimately unable to bring our ancestral land back into the embrace of the primordial wilderness!"

The auspicious light surrounding Qilin Saint Son Panlin was compressed to its limit, only able to protect himself and the core of the Mountain-Shaking Ancient Ape beside him.

He looked down at the ancestral land below, now scorched earth and devoid of life, his seven-colored eyes filled with profound pain and regret.

The earth vein power that the Xuan Turtle Venerable had drawn upon had long since dried up, and cracks covered the huge tortoise shell, emitting a low, mournful cry.

Before the absolute rules of death and silence, the Nirvana True Flame of the Fire Phoenix Venerable was like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

Even the Heavenly Emperor, who was high in the sky and originally intended to suppress Zhang Yuan, now showed a clear sense of fear, and even a hint of... retreat, on his blurred face for the first time!
"The true form of the Demon Lord has descended upon the world, and the collapse of the Heavenly Dao is irreversible! This place will become a chaotic wasteland, which can only survive for a short time if one is truly blessed!"

The Emperor's cold voice echoed, filled with disgust and avoidance of the chaos completely devouring everything.

"withdraw!"

He waved his hand without hesitation.

The Creation God's Punishment Sword, which had been cracked by Zhang Yuan's thrust, instantly transformed into a stream of light and flew back.

Along with the thirty-six powerful Heavenly Palace generals behind him, and the dazzling Zhou Tian Star Battle God Array, the golden light suddenly collapsed inward, transforming into a golden stream of light that pierced through the aura of the end of the Demon Realm. In an instant, it disappeared into the void rift and vanished without a trace!

They abandoned the pursuit of the rebels, abandoned any remaining value in the Demon Realm, all in order to escape this dead land before chaos completely engulfed them!

The Heavenly Palace Venerable One has been defeated and is in retreat!

Zhang Yuan was the only one left on the entire Demon Abyss battlefield.

And his divine beast comrades behind him, struggling to survive in the aura of the end and about to dissipate along with this world, face the true form of the Demon Lord who represents ultimate chaos and destruction!

Billions of twisted, chaotic demonic shadows, like maggots that have smelled carrion, surged wildly out of the cracks in the heavens and earth that the Demon Lord's true form had torn open!
They are no longer concrete forms, but rather manifestations of chaotic rules—

A torrent of foul energy, a whispering storm that tears at the soul, a chilling despair that freezes space, an absolute darkness that devours light!

Endless and boundless, it engulfed every corner of the field of vision, dragging this last rebel along with this collapsing world into an eternal abyss of nothingness!

Despair has reached its peak!
Our escape route is cut off!

In this abyss of despair, where all things have come to an end, divine beasts have fallen silent, and even the Heavenly Emperor has chosen to flee—

Zhang Yuan moved.

The chaotic divine light in his eyes did not dim; instead, it burned to its extreme, as if it were about to ignite his last remaining will!

The magnificent divine power emanating from that body, formed from the Armor of Ten Thousand Beasts, presented a tragic and solitary demeanor against the backdrop of the collapsing Great Dao!
"The Great Dao collapses? The Demon Realm is annihilated? All things come to an end?"

Zhang Yuan's voice was not loud, but it pierced through the howls of billions of demonic shadows and clearly echoed in the sea of ​​consciousness of every remaining divine beast soul, carrying a resolute determination to sever everything.

"Our path has not ended! Great Qin—still exists!"

"boom--!!!"

He forcibly detonated a portion of the origin of the nascent chaotic microcosm within his body with immense willpower! The accumulated power transformed into a violent torrent, surging into his limbs and bones!
At the same time, the Xuanhuang Imperial Crown hanging above erupted with unprecedented light. Flowing upon it was not the primordial Heavenly Dao, but rather a light from a distant time and space, carrying the indomitable will of billions of humankind—

The Great Qin Heavenly Way!

This power is pure, resolute, pioneering, and protective, carrying an iron-blooded destiny completely different from that of the primordial world. At this moment, Zhang Yuan forcibly extracted and condensed it without regard for the consequences!
"The Thirteen Deadly Swords—!"

Zhang Yuan roared to the sky, his voice tearing apart the Demon Lord's oppressive aura!
"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang..."

Immortal Desolation, Immortal Slaughter, Immortal Fall, Immortal Slaying, World Annihilation, Law Breaking...

For the first time, thirteen fierce sword shadows, symbolizing the end and destruction of all heavens, simultaneously revealed their true forms before him!
It was no longer a phantom, but a physical sword that embodied Zhang Yuan's lifelong cultivation, the true meaning of chaos, and the will of the Dragon Elephant Suppressing Prison. At this moment, it was also a physical weapon bearing the great power of the Heavenly Dao of the Great Qin Dynasty!

Thirteen ferocious swords spun wildly in front of him, their cries echoing throughout the universe, temporarily drowning out the howls of the chaotic demonic tide!

The terrifying, malevolent sword energy shredded the surrounding chaotic demonic shadows into their most primordial particles!
Zhang Yuan's hands were clenched as if he were grasping an invisible sword hilt, and all his strength, will, and even the burning life force were poured into them!
"In my name! In the will of Qin! Slay—!"

It was neither aimed at the Demon Lord's true form nor at the demonic tide.

He exerted all his strength to forcefully merge the thirteen fierce swords that were spinning and intertwining in front of him into one!

An unprecedented sword light was born!
It is not pure destruction; at its core is the Xuanhuang aura descending from the Xuanhuang Imperial Crown, representing the Qin Dynasty's expansion and protection.

Its sharpness lies in the destructive power of the Thirteen Ferocious Swords, enough to tear apart eternity.

Its flowing chaotic blue patterns and the power of the primordial azure dragon endow it with a touch of timeless agility!

The moment this sword light appeared, the entire rapidly collapsing Demon Abyss froze for a split second!
Even the Demon Lord's chaotic will seemed to cast a "surprised" glance at him.

The sword's edge was not pointed at any enemy, but rather—

The ever-flowing river of time in the void, spanning the past, present, and future!

"Sizzle—!!!"

Sword light descends!

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a chilling tearing sound, like cloth being slowly and firmly sliced ​​open by a sharp blade!
The corrupted, torn, and collapsing spacetime structure of the Demon Abyss was ripped open like a fragile curtain by this ultimate sword strike that carried all of Zhang Yuan's power and the will of the Great Qin Heavenly Dao!

Beyond the crack lies not nothingness, not chaos, but—

The river of time reveals itself!
Tongzhou Battlefield!

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At this time, Tongzhou had been transformed into a blood-and-fire inferno.

The battle has reached a fever pitch and is extremely fierce!
The charge of the Qin cavalry had long been drowned out by the deafening shouts of battle and the roars of the demons.

The shattered fragments of stars floated like giant tombstones in the turbulent, polluted void.

The earth was soaked with demon blood and the blood of warriors, and every step felt like walking through a muddy swamp.

The black tide of the Bone-Eating Demons surged wave after wave, seemingly without end.

They trampled over the corpses of their own kind, pounding the Qin army's formation with their claws, fangs, and filthy magical energy.

High in the sky, an even more powerful Soul-Devouring Demon concealed itself and emitted an invisible mental shriek, attempting to shatter the soldiers' will.

At the forefront of the battle, the eldest prince Ying Rong led the charge!

His blue robe had long since turned dark red, and the crimson arrows formed by the Rending Wind Blood Riders repeatedly pierced through the demonic tide, leaving a path paved with flesh and blood with each charge.

Ying Rong wielded a battle halberd wreathed in cyan wind, its movements as fluid as a dragon. Each slash unleashed a hurricane that tore through space, shredding several mountain-sized Bone-Eating Demon Generals into minced meat.

However, the number of his personal guards was also decreasing sharply, and with each charge, some fell from their horses and were swallowed up by the demonic tide.

"Hold them off! Buy time for your comrades behind you!"

Ying Rong roared, his voice tinged with exhaustion yet still ringing like the clash of metal.

The crimson smoke behind him had thinned considerably, but it still burned stubbornly.

On the left, the Third Prince Ying Xian sat cross-legged on a huge phantom mountain—a projection of the Thousand Blade Mountains!

His face was calm and composed. With each strike of his ancient jade sword, a sword aura as heavy as an ancient divine mountain crashed down!
Wherever the sword energy struck, the earth cracked, and hordes of Bone-Eating Demons were crushed into dust.

The space around him was filled with the sword intent of "Thousand Blades", and countless tiny fragments of sword energy spontaneously annihilated the approaching demons.

But his face grew increasingly pale, as maintaining such a massive sword aura was extremely taxing.

"Star Track Lock! Demon-Slaying Arrow Formation—Fire!"

The Fifth Prince Ying Li's voice was frighteningly calm.

He stood atop a massive, suspended bronze array, his fingers flying across the screen, countless mysterious runes flowing through it.

Below the array plate, thousands of array masters and archers worked together to fire giant crossbow bolts imbued with demon-slaying runes into the sky.

The crossbow bolts traced mysterious trajectories in the air, precisely avoiding their own army's formation, and pierced the weak points deep within the demonic tide, exploding into a vast expanse of purifying lightning!
Each salvo can temporarily clear an area.

Lord Zhongyi, Su Jing, wielded a golden spear with a coiled dragon design. The spear moved with lightning speed, its golden light like a thunderbolt tearing through the darkness.

Each thrust precisely pierced the core of a high-level monster.

The golden dragon phantom coiled around the gun barrel, roaring as it shredded the demonic soul.

Jin Yuelin transformed into a giant, golden spirit statue, using his body as a shield to block the most dangerous gap in the battle line and endure the fiercest attacks. The huge shield was covered with cracks and demonic blood, but he did not retreat an inch!

However, there were simply too many Heavenly Demons!

The Bone-Eating Demons were endless, and the shrieks of the Soul-Eating Demons constantly weakened the soldiers' souls. Furthermore, other demons of the same kind roamed in the distance, occasionally spewing demonic flames that burned away the void.

The Qin Dynasty's defenses were like reefs in a vast ocean; though sturdy, they were constantly being eroded and compressed.

The soldiers' eyes were bloodshot, but they held on with an indomitable will.

"Hold on! His Majesty is watching us! The Great Qin is watching us!"

Su Jing slashed the head of a demon general with his spear, roaring hoarsely to boost morale.

Just as the battle lines were crumbling, and even the three princes and the warlords were exhausted, an atmosphere of tragic despair began to permeate the air—

"What is that?!?"

A sharp-eyed archer pointed at the sky, which was shrouded in dark clouds and looked like ink, and exclaimed in shock.

Above the murky sky of Tongzhou, a long, deep, and seemingly cleaved chasm appeared without warning! (End of Chapter)