Start from a baby to become a Taoist

Chapter 560 My Path

Chapter 568

"Tu Feng, step back," he said calmly.

"Senior...Senior..." Tu Feng's voice trembled, but he gritted his teeth and retreated to a distance as instructed. He knew that he couldn't even withstand the aftershocks of a battle of this level.

Xue Wuyai seemed to enjoy this feeling of being in control. He spread his arms and said with a wicked smile, "I'll give you a chance. Kneel down, hand over everything you've bid on, then sever your own Dao foundation and become a dog of my Blood Prison Star Sea. I might spare your life."

The two Dao Ancestors behind him, one on the left and one on the right, stepped forward.

boom! boom!
Two completely different Dao Ancestor auras, like two ancient divine mountains, descended with a thunderous roar!
An oppressive aura, filled with bloodshed and slaughter, seemed capable of dragging one's soul into an inescapable hell of blood, condemning them to eternal damnation.

The other pressure was cold and eerie, carrying an aura that corroded all things. Wherever it passed, even the laws of space groaned under its unbearable burden.

The combined pressure of the two forces was enough to cause any novice Dao Ancestor to lose their mind and Dao heart!

However, Xu Ran remained standing there, his figure as upright as a pine tree, his expression unchanged. The terrifying pressure that could crush stars melted away silently, like spring snow meeting the blazing sun, when it landed three feet in front of him.

"Ok?"

The two Dao Ancestor guards simultaneously let out a surprised and doubtful sound.

Xue Wuya's smile also froze slightly.

"It seems you won't shed a tear until you see the coffin." His patience seemed to have run out, and a murderous glint flashed in his eyes. "Elder Blood, Elder Nether, cripple him! I'll let him know what true despair is!"

"Yes, young master!"

The Dao Ancestors, known as the Blood Elder and the Underworld Elder, responded in unison.

The next moment, the two attacked simultaneously!

Blood Elder spread his five fingers, and a massive, blood-red hand, obscuring the sky, materialized out of thin air. On that palm, countless wronged souls roared, and countless shattered worlds rose and fell, carrying a terrifying aura capable of refining the heavens, as it slashed down towards Xu Ran!

"Blood Hell Refining Hand!"

The old man from the underworld flickered, transforming into an elusive shadow and merging into the void. In an instant, countless pitch-black chains appeared simultaneously around Xu Ran. Each chain was inscribed with runes of death and end, seemingly a manifestation of the laws of the underworld, intent on completely binding Xu Ran's true spirit and physical body, dragging them into eternal annihilation!

"Nine Netherworld God's Rope!"

The two renowned Dao Ancestors unleashed deadly techniques the moment they made their move!

They worked together seamlessly; one was fierce and domineering, crushing everything in their path; the other was sinister and cunning, blocking all escape routes.

This attack was enough to make any Dao Ancestor in the Black Sand Belt change color!
However, faced with this devastating attack, Xu Ran simply raised his right hand and extended one finger.

A slender, white finger, as if carved from beautiful jade.

There was no earth-shattering momentum, no world-destroying energy fluctuations.

He simply pointed lightly at the enormous, blood-red hand that blotted out the sky, and at the countless chains of death flying everywhere.

"cut."

He uttered a single word softly.

The sound was not loud, yet it seemed to be the only Daoist sound in the world, the source of all laws, and the sound of ending.

hum-

An invisible and intangible sword intent, yet seemingly transcending all tangible things, suddenly spread out from his fingertips!
This sword intent is very peculiar.

It is neither sharp, nor domineering, nor fiery, nor cold.

It gives people only one feeling—"mistake".

It was as if its very existence was the greatest subversion and...correction of this world and the great way of the universe!
Wherever the sword intent passed, time seemed to be severed.

Space seemed to have been severed.

Cause and effect seemed to have been severed.

The crimson hand, composed of countless wronged souls and a shattered world, did not explode violently the moment it came into contact with the sword intent.

It just... stalled.

Immediately afterwards, all the laws, all the energies, and all the Daoist principles that constitute it began to change from "existence" to "non-existence" at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The pain and resentment on the faces of those billions of roaring, wronged souls were frozen into eternity. Then, they, along with the karma they carried, were erased.

Those fragmented worlds that rose and fell also lost their luster, their quality, their concept, and transformed into the purest "nothingness".

In the blink of an eye, the "Blood Prison Heaven-Refining Hand," powerful enough to refine stars, simply vanished.

It vanished completely, as if it had never existed.

"puff!"

As if struck by lightning, Elder Xue spat out a mouthful of essence blood containing the Dao Ancestor's origin, his face instantly turning ashen. He stared in utter horror at his hands, which were now covered with spiderweb-like cracks, from which streams of pure Dao Ancestor essence were uncontrollably leaking out!

His foundation, his very essence, the Dao he had painstakingly cultivated for countless epochs, was cleaved open in an instant by an incomprehensible force, leaving a deep, bone-revealing crack!

"My Dao... my cultivation..." Blood Elder screamed in extreme terror.

Meanwhile, the countless "Nine Netherworld God Ropes" met the same fate.

When that "erroneous" sword intent swept across, these chains formed from the laws of death seemed to lose their inherent "reason." Their connection to the unfathomable Dao of Death was severed by a single sword strike!
They ceased to be manifestations of the laws, but became a meaningless aggregate of energy, and then vanished into thin air.

"No! This is impossible!"

The figure of the Old Man of the Underworld fell out of the void, his condition even more wretched than that of the Old Man of Blood. His body was "decaying" in a bizarre way.

It is not the decay of flesh and blood, but the decay of "existence".

His left hand became transparent and then disappeared.

His right foot turned into a point of light and then vanished.

His Dao Ancestor body, his indestructible physical form, seemed to be erased bit by bit from the scroll of time!
"What kind of Dao is this?! What kind of sword is this?!" Elder Ming roared in despair. He frantically circulated the Dao Ancestor's Origin within his body, trying to stop this "erasure," but found that it was all in vain.

That sword intent severed his connection with the "past"! He was being completely erased from the "present" point in time!

One finger.

Just one finger.

Two Dao Ancestor-level powerhouses who had dominated the Black Sand Belt for many years—one had his Dao foundation severed and his cultivation plummeted; the other had his existence erased and was about to return to nothingness!

This scene left the dozens of Dao Ancestors watching from afar speechless.

Their minds trembled violently at this moment due to extreme fear.

"A monster...this is a monster!" "What kind of power is that? It's not the Dao! I've never seen such a bizarre and unreasonable power!"

"Severing cause and effect, obliterating existence... This... could this be the legendary 'Great Destruction' power that only appears at the end of an era?!"

As the instigator of all this, Xu Ran remained as calm and collected as ever.

He withdrew his finger, his gaze passing over the two crippled Dao Ancestors and landing on Xue Wuyai, who was already deathly pale and trembling like a leaf.

"Now, do you think you're the fool, or am I?"

The calm voice, however, sounded like thunder from the heavens to Xue Wuyai, shattering his soul!

"You...you...who exactly are you?!" Xue Wuyai's voice was choked with sobs. All his pride, all his dignity, all his reliance had been crushed to pieces by that mind-blowing finger strike.

"Who I am is not important." Xu Ran walked slowly towards him. "What is important is that your father owes me a debt. Since you've come to me willingly, I'll collect some interest first."

"My father?! You...you know the Lord of Blood Prison?!" Xue Wuyai was completely dumbfounded.

“I don’t know him.” Xu Ran shook his head. “But I recognize his scent.”

Before he finished speaking, he had already arrived in front of Xue Wuya.

"No...don't kill me!" Xue Wuyai finally broke down, feeling an unprecedented crisis of death. "My father is the Lord of Blood Prison! If you kill me, he won't let you go! He...he is an existence above the Dao Ancestor!"

"Above the Dao Ancestor?" A barely perceptible sneer curled at the corner of Xu Ran's lips. "So what?"

He stretched out his hand, ignoring the protective magical treasures that erupted from Xue Wuyai's body. Those treasures, powerful enough to withstand a Dao Ancestor's full-force attack, were as fragile as bubbles before his palm, shattering at the slightest touch.

His hand gently pressed against Xue Wuya's crown.

"what--!"

Xue Wuyai let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Within his body, streams of extremely pure blood-red essence were forcibly extracted from his limbs and bones, coalescing into a fist-sized, dazzling blood-red crystal core, as brilliant as a ruby.

This is the origin of his "Blood Prison Divine Body," the supreme foundation his father forged for him using countless rare and precious materials!
Without this primordial crystal core, Xue Wuya will be reduced from a prodigy to a complete cripple!
"No... my divine body... my origin..." Xue Wuyai collapsed to the ground, his aura fading at an alarming rate, his eyes filled with endless despair and resentment.

Xu Ran put away the primordial crystal core, not even bothering to look at him again.

He turned around, faced the void, and said calmly, "Have you seen enough?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Dao Ancestors' divine senses hidden in the shadows retreated as quickly as they could, as if they had encountered a venomous snake, and dared not pry any further.

In the blink of an eye, this sealed-off world was left with only Xu Ran, Xue Wuyai who was slumped on the ground, Xue Lao whose Dao foundation had been severed, and Ming Lao who was about to disappear completely.

Oh, and in the distance, there's Tu Feng, who's so terrified he's forgotten to breathe.

"Let's go."

Xu Ran waved to Tu Feng as if he had done something insignificant, then turned and flew away.

……

Inside an inconspicuous cave in Shattered Star City.

Tu Feng still looked completely lost and dejected. Everything he had seen today had utterly overturned his understanding of the word "powerful".

With a single finger, two Dao Ancestors were crippled!

In the midst of laughter and conversation, he knocked the young master of the Blood Prison Star Sea down to the mortal realm!
What divine power! What domineering force!
He looked at Xu Ran, who was sitting calmly cross-legged in front of him, studying the dark golden flesh, his eyes filled with fanatical worship and awe.

Xu Ran ignored him; his entire focus was on the two items in front of him.

Under the influence of his sword intent, the restrictions on that immortal remains had long since dissipated. Streams of pure and domineering power emanated from it.

This is neither the power of laws nor the power of the Great Dao, but a more primordial and ancient power.

Xu Ran's fingertips gently traced the surface of the flesh.

A picture seemed to appear in his mind.

That was an endless sea of ​​chaos, and a towering giant, wielding an indescribable giant axe, was fighting against something...!

The scene was ancient, desolate, and grand to the extreme.

There was no sound, no color, only the purest black and white, and that single axe flash that transcended all concepts.

The giant's opponent is... nothingness.

That is not nothingness, not emptiness, but a conceptual "nothingness." It is devouring everything; time, chaos, existence itself are all being assimilated by it.

Each strike of the axe seemed to usher in a new era, revealing the principles of countless births and deaths. And each wriggling movement of "nothingness" seemed to drag a newly born universe back to its primordial stillness.

This is a war that transcends comprehension and time.

What Xu Ran saw was only the final and most tragic part of this war.

The giant's body began to disintegrate under the erosion of "nothingness." His arms, his legs, his torso... all turned into the most primordial particles, returning to chaos.

But he did not back down in the slightest; his eyes burned with an indomitable fighting spirit and a resolute determination to protect.

Finally, he burned himself out and swung his last axe!
That axe strike cleaved through chaos, and also cleaved through that "nothingness".

A wisp of golden blood splattered from his shattered body, piercing through the endless barriers of time and space, and falling into the unknown downstream.

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Xu Ran slowly opened his eyes, the turmoil in them even more intense than when he first heard the "Ancient Road to the End".

“Pan…” he uttered a low, ancient syllable, filled with endless reminiscence and…respect.

It turned out to be the case.

This so-called "immortal remains" did not originate from any being above the Dao Ancestor, but rather from the ancient pioneer who created the world.

No wonder it contains not laws, not the Great Dao, but the purest, most fundamental "force." It is the foundational force that builds everything and destroys everything!

It precedes the "Tao" and is the mother of the "Law"!
"Senior... are you... are you alright?" Tu Feng asked cautiously from the side.

He saw that Xu Ran's aura had become incredibly ancient and weathered, as if he had transformed into a god who had walked out from the beginning of an era. The pressure from that aura almost made him kneel down, and even his soul trembled.

"nothing."

Xu Ran regained his composure and his gaze returned to the dark golden flesh.

This mutilated body held immense significance for him.

(End of this chapter)