Projection of the Heavens: I prove my immortality through slaughter.

The moment the chaotic starlight collided with the azure flying sword, time seemed to stretch out infinitely, and all things fell silent.

There was no earth-shattering explosion as expected, nor any blinding burst of energy. Only an extreme stillness and annihilation spread silently, as if even light and sound were swallowed up by that point of chaos.

That chaotic starlight had already transcended the scope of ordinary magic; it was more like a "singularity" that triggered the rules of the universe's birth and death! The moment it came into contact with the Xuan Yin Soul-Slaying Sword, which was burning with Zhao Song's essence blood and life force, it was not an ordinary energy clash, but rather a one-sided "return to nothingness" scene—devouring, decomposing, and turning into nothingness!

The low-grade spiritual weapon flying sword that Zhao Song cherished as his life and had been tempered for many years, whose originally flickering dark blue light quickly dimmed and went out like a candle in the wind.

The incredibly sturdy sword, capable of shattering metal and splitting stone, began to crumble and disintegrate silently from its sharpest tip, as if weathered over millennia. It eventually transformed into a wisp of the finest, lifeless primordial particles, completely dissipating into the air without leaving a trace!

"No—!! This can't be—!!!"

Zhao Song let out a desperate, distorted roar, his eyes instantly bloodshot. His natal artifact was destroyed, and the imprint tightly connected to his mind shattered instantly, the resulting backlash feeling like thousands of steel needles piercing his consciousness and dantian simultaneously! He violently spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, his aura rapidly weakening like a deflated balloon. He seemed to have aged decades, his face filled with boundless fear and a sense of absurdity that his worldview had been completely shattered!

What kind of power is this?! This is definitely not a power that a Qi Refining cultivator could control! It even exceeds his understanding of many Foundation Establishment spells! The "ending" and "annihilation" contained in that chaotic starlight made his soul tremble!

However, after easily "annihilating" the Xuan Yin Soul-Slaying Sword, the chaotic starlight showed no signs of weakening. It still carried the terrifying aura that could reduce all things to nothingness and shatter the rules, slowly drifting towards Zhao Song, who was severely injured and sluggish, like a judgment of destiny! The speed seemed slow, but it seemed to lock onto all the space and time around him, leaving him with no way to avoid it, no way to block it, and even his thoughts became sluggish!

The shadow of death, cold, viscous, and utter, like a chilling tide from the depths of hell, instantly and completely overwhelmed Zhao Song's will!

"I surrender! I surrender..." Overwhelmed by extreme fear, he no longer cared about his dignity as a butler or his cousin's hatred; he only wanted to survive! He desperately tried to shout out his surrender.

But across the arena, Lin Xuan's eyes were as cold as unyielding ice, his deep pupils showing no trace of pity or wavering.

From Zhao Song's repeated pressure through his power to his current attempt to completely destroy him on this life-or-death stage, the struggle between them has long been an irreconcilable conflict! This path to immortality, defying the heavens, allows no room for sentimentality!

That point of chaotic starlight, symbolizing the end, ignored his desperate pleas and distorted face, and gently, yet with immense weight, touched the very center of his horrified forehead.

There was still no sound.

Zhao Song's frantic running figure suddenly froze on the spot, his pupils contracted violently to the extreme, and then quickly dilated again. All his expressions and all his vitality were frozen in this final moment of extreme fear.

The next moment, his body, from head to toe, like his natal flying sword, began to silently disintegrate and disintegrate. From skin to flesh, from bones to internal organs, even the black robe he wore as a steward, the storage bag he carried, and the remaining fragments of magical artifacts... everything, under the influence of the chaotic starlight, turned into the finest dust, scattered with the wind, leaving not even the slightest trace in this world.

Zhao Song, an inner sect deacon who was in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, was completely annihilated, leaving no trace of his body or soul!

Silence! A deathly silence, like a thick, dark cloud, enveloped the entire arena of life and death, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe!

The dense crowd below the stage, whether outer disciples or inner elites, were all speechless, as if gripped by an invisible hand. They could only stare wide-eyed, their eyes bloodshot, intently watching the slowly dissipating ashes on the stage that eventually vanished without a trace, and Lin Xuan, standing alone in the center of the arena, his green robe fluttering gently in the faint air currents, his expression chillingly calm.

He won? Lin Xuan, a Qi Refining stage cultivator, really won? And it wasn't a Pyrrhic victory, nor was it a fluke; he completely wiped out a Foundation Establishment stage deacon, body and soul, from this world in such an overwhelming and inconceivable way?!

This completely overturned their understanding of cultivation that they had built up over hundreds or thousands of years! The insurmountable chasm between Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment now seemed like a laughable joke!

However, just as everyone was still reeling from this profound shock and had not yet fully processed this incredible fact—

An unexpected change has occurred once again!

Just as Lin Xuan unleashed his "Pseudo-Starfall" finger technique, which touched the edge of the rules and triggered the concept of the birth and death of stars, the bottleneck in his body, which had already reached the Great Perfection of the Ninth Level of Qi Refining and was as solid as a rock, suddenly loosened! It was as if that "Starfall" finger technique not only attacked the enemy but also shook the Dao Foundation barrier of his own body!

At the same time, deep within his sea of ​​consciousness, the warm and pure light of faith from the Tianyuan Realm and a trace of the world's origin power, as well as the vast death origin from the world of the dead, which was sealed layer by layer but still exuded extreme cold and deathly silence, seemed to be drawn by some supreme rule, and produced a mysterious and indescribable resonance and vibration with his own stellar spiritual power and his tempered and powerful divine sense!

An unprecedented, overwhelming power erupted from the deepest part of his body, propelling his aura to rise uncontrollably! It launched a fierce assault on the Foundation Establishment stage, which countless cultivators dream of!

But Lin Xuan's Dao heart was incredibly firm! He knew that Foundation Establishment was the crucial first step on the path of cultivation, concerning the breadth and potential of his future path, and he absolutely could not rush into it here, under the watchful eyes of everyone and in a state of chaotic energy.

With unwavering willpower, he forcefully suppressed the instinctive urge to immediately break through to a cross-legged stance. However, the surging, almost overwhelming, mixed power within him needed an outlet!

In a flash of inspiration, he slowly raised his right hand again, his index and middle fingers joined together like a sword.

This time, his target wasn't anyone on the stage, nor any of the spectators below. Instead, it was aimed at a towering peak called "Wangyue," a hundred miles away, a peak considered majestic and imposing even within the Qingyun Sect's mountain range!

He wanted to use this strongest state—a state where he had gathered all his strength, drawn upon various extraordinary powers, and was on the verge of breaking through—to verify just how far he had come to his limit! He also wanted to use this battle to establish an unquestionable authority!

"Star Finger..."

He spoke softly, his voice not loud, yet strangely it resonated with the rhythm of the celestial bodies, clearly reaching the ears of everyone present and touching the depths of their souls.

In an instant, the wind and clouds changed color, and the world was thrown into chaos!

The previously overcast and gloomy sky suddenly darkened, as if completely shrouded by a huge black curtain, ushering in the deep night ahead of time! Then, under the gaze of countless astonished eyes, the clouds in the sky parted, and the phantoms of countless dazzling stars, like diamonds embedded in the night sky, clearly appeared, shining brightly and casting down a cool and vast starlight!

The boundless and pure power of the stars, as if summoned by the supreme emperor, crossed the endless void and transformed into visible silver rivers of light, rushing and converging towards Lin Xuan's joined fingertips from all directions!

The starlight that gathered at his fingertips was no longer the chaotic color it had been before, but had transformed into a pure, dazzling, and majestic platinum color! The light was not dazzling, but it was impossible to look directly at it, as if what he held at his fingertips was not human spiritual power, but a miniature star at the peak of its life, about to reach its ultimate explosion!

A terrifying pressure, capable of destroying the heavens and the earth and making even Golden Core elders tremble with fear, spread out from Lin Xuan like a tangible tide, sweeping across all directions! The protective light shield set up by the sect's experts around the arena creaked and flickered under this pressure, unable to bear the strain.

"What...what is that?! It's stirring up the celestial bodies?!" "A celestial phenomenon! This is a sign only seen with the power of the Great Dao!" "Retreat!! Retreat quickly!! We can't get caught in the crossfire!!" "Is he going to destroy this place?!"

The disciples below the stage were jolted awake from their shock, replaced by boundless fear and panic. The crowd retreated frantically like a tide, and the scene was out of control for a time. Many people even fell to the ground in their haste, tumbling and crawling.

On the high platform, all the elders, including Mo Yuan who had been sitting calmly, stood up at this moment. Their faces were no longer calm, but instead showed undisguised horror and disbelief!

Elder Mo Yuan stared intently at the point of platinum starlight at Lin Xuan's fingertip, his eyes flashing with unprecedented brilliance. He muttered to himself, his voice trembling almost imperceptibly: "Stellar resonance, extraordinary phenomena arising spontaneously... This is no ordinary spell... This is... the nascent form of a Great Dao divine power?! This child... this child has actually touched upon a trace of the power of rules at the Qi Refining stage?!"

Under the gaze of countless eyes filled with fear, awe, and disbelief, Lin Xuan gently pointed at the majestic "Looking-at-Mountain" peak a hundred miles away.

"Nirvana".

There was no earth-shattering roar, no all-encompassing energy storm.

Only a single, exquisitely refined platinum thread, seemingly transcending the concept of speed, shot silently from his fingertip. In an instant, it disregarded the spatial distance of a hundred miles and silently disappeared into the body of that giant peak, as if it had never existed.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Everyone's heart was in their throat, their eyes fixed on the scene a hundred miles away.

next moment--

Under the witness of countless eyes, the towering "Wangyue" peak, which had stood for ten thousand years and witnessed countless rises and falls of the Qingyun Sect, was as if it had been "erased" directly from the most basic particle level by an invisible divine hand that existed in mythology!

There were no deafening explosions, no roaring rocks falling, and no dust-filled collapses.

The entire mountain, along with its massive foundations deeply embedded in the earth, under everyone's gaze, from the point of contact with that platinum thread, was like ice and snow under the scorching sun, or like a pattern on a sand table being swept by a giant hand, silently and evenly turning into a sky full of almost transparent fine dust, which slowly drifted away with the wind and merged into the world!

In the blink of an eye, the once majestic and magnificent peak, along with all traces of its existence, vanished completely. In its place, only a bottomless, mirror-smooth, enormous, pitch-black crater remained, along with fine dust in the air carrying a faint earthy smell, testifying to what had once been there.

With a wave of his hand, the hundred-mile mountain range vanished, as if it had never existed in the world!

After the platinum finger beam completely "flattened" Wangyue Peak, its remaining trace of insignificant energy fluctuations spread out like ripples on the surface of water, gently sweeping across the area near the Life and Death Arena.

"Splash!" "Splash!" "Splash!"

Those disciples who had previously harbored hostility towards Lin Xuan, or secretly envied him, or spoke contemptuously about him, and even some deacons whose cultivation was at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, all felt their legs go weak and their minds completely overwhelmed when the aftershocks containing supreme majesty and the intent of annihilation swept over their bodies. As if all their strength had been drained, they collapsed to the ground, their faces as pale as paper, their bodies drenched in cold sweat, and they had even lost the courage to look up at the arena again!

The entire world was silent, save for the mournful sound of the wind, as if lamenting the vanished mountain.

Everyone stood frozen in place, like clay or wooden sculptures under a spell, staring blankly at the empty sky a hundred miles away, a vast abyss that was now just a blank canvas. They watched the young man in the green robe on the arena slowly retract his fingers, the suffocating platinum light around him gradually receding, and his aura slowly calming down.

In my mind, only the terrifying image of the mountains silently turning to dust remains, echoing and reverberating, unforgettable for eternity.

Lin Xuan stood alone on the arena, his eyes slightly closed. He felt the surging power within his body slowly receding like the tide, and the still clearly perceptible, restless bottleneck to Foundation Establishment. His heart was filled with clarity and peace.

He glanced at the spot where Zhao Song had been completely annihilated and was now empty, then looked towards the void a hundred miles away that symbolized absolute power.

From this day forward, no one in the Qingyun Sect will dare to insult him again, nor will anyone dare to look down on him because of the difference in their cultivation levels.

His name, like the Wangyue Peak that was erased into thin air, will be deeply imprinted in the soul of every witness in an irresistible way, becoming an indelible legend on their path of cultivation, or perhaps... a nightmare.