Fantasy: I, the Great Celestial Venerable of the Dao

Visible ripples of destruction spread wildly in all directions in a ring-like pattern.

Wherever it passed, space crumbled!

The stalemate lasted only a moment.

"Pfft! Pfft pfft pfft—!"

The beast god's hundreds of giant arms were no match for the indestructible seven-colored sword light.

They all broke off at the root!

Black demonic blood, mixed with broken flesh and bone fragments, poured down from the sky!

"Roar—!"

The beast god's dozens of heads simultaneously emitted roars of extreme pain and rage.

The sound waves shook the heavens.

His enormous demonic body trembled violently, and his aura rapidly weakened.

On the other side, Dao Xuan Zhenren's face was ashen, and his body suddenly staggered in mid-air.

He could no longer suppress the scalding hot blood gushing out.

It burst out with a "whoosh".

The blood mist was rapidly evaporated by the violent energy in the air.

His right hand, which was holding the sword, had a split in the web between his thumb and forefinger, and blood was flowing down the hilt of the sword.

His internal magical power was almost completely depleted.

It was only through an unwavering belief in protecting the countless lives behind him that he managed to stay upright and not collapse.

It was squeezing out the last bit of primordial power deep within the dantian.

He abruptly raised his head, his eyes burning with a frenzied fighting spirit completely different from his usual ethereal demeanor, his hoarse voice piercing through the energy storm:

"Ah! Beast God, prepare to die!"

Before he finished speaking, he moved with his sword, and man and sword became one again, transforming into a seven-colored rainbow that had been condensed to the extreme!

This time, it's not a slash, but a stab!

This was the ultimate strike that embodied all his energy, spirit, will, and understanding of the true meaning of "Zhu Xian"!

"Zhu Xian - Slaying Gods!"

Where the sword flashed, a smooth black crack was torn open in space, which could not be healed for a long time.

This sword strike disregarded distance and transcended time, like a judgment of destiny.

It pierced the very core and most fundamental part of the Beast God's enormous demonic body with unparalleled precision!

"Ugh...!"

The Beast God let out a short, muffled groan filled with disbelief.

A devastating burst of seven-colored sword energy erupted within his body.

It frantically destroyed the very foundation of his demonic body, which was formed from endless malevolent energy.

His massive, mountain-like monstrous form began to shrink rapidly at a visible speed.

The black, malevolent aura surrounding him seemed to have met its nemesis, emitting a hissing sound as it quickly dissipated.

In the blink of an eye, the black mist dissipated, leaving only the pale-faced, blank-eyed boy in the sky.

Staggering, it hovered there, its breath weak, no longer displaying its previous overwhelming ferocity.

He looked down at his hands, which had returned to normal but were now covered with tiny sword marks.

She slowly raised her head again, gazing at the figure in blue in the distance, and muttered to herself in a daze, her voice so soft it was almost carried away by the wind:

"I... lost."

Dao Xuan was breathing heavily, each breath accompanied by excruciating, tearing pain throughout his body.

His hand holding the sword trembled so badly it was almost uncontrollable.

He knew perfectly well that the Beast God was of a special nature, capable of drawing upon the malevolent energy of heaven and earth almost inexhaustibly as a supplement.

As for completely killing this immortal being born from the malevolent energy of heaven and earth?

Dao Xuan could only manage a helpless, bitter smile in his heart. That was perhaps beyond human capability; at least, he couldn't do it now.

He looked at the listless, dejected boy in the distance with complicated emotions.

As if stung by his gaze, the Beast God abruptly raised his head, and a mad flame reignited in his previously dazed eyes.

He stared intently at Dao Xuan, his voice hoarse yet filled with deep-seated hatred and obsession:

"Dao Xuan! You wait! One day, I will definitely defeat you and raze your Qingyun Mountain to the ground!"

After uttering these harsh words, he didn't linger for a moment, his figure transforming into a streak of black light.

With a hint of panic and disarray, he fled south towards the Ten Thousand Mountains without looking back, leaving only a gradually fading black trail in the air.

As the Beast God retreated in defeat, he fled far away.

The beast demon army, like a black tide, relentlessly and frantically attacked.

Following the direction in which the Beast God fled, they scattered in panic, leaving behind a mess of corpses and a stench of blood filling the air.

A long-suppressed, deathly silence enveloped the entire Incense Valley.

It felt like an eternity had passed—

"They...they won?!"

"Master won! We held on!"

"The Beast God has been defeated! The world is saved! Long live the Sect Leader!"

"Sect Master Uncle...you're so incredibly amazing!!"

The ecstasy of surviving a disaster is like a long-accumulated volcano erupting with a roar!

The surviving cultivators, whether they were disciples of Qingyun Sect or fellow cultivators from other sects who came to provide support.

At this moment, almost everyone was so excited that their faces turned red and their eyes were filled with tears.

Some people collapsed to the ground as if all their strength had given out, looked up at the sky and cried loudly, staring intently at the figure in the sky that was slowly descending from the clouds, disheveled but still majestic as ever.

That's their anchor!

He is a sword immortal who turned the tide and saved the day!

He is a hero who single-handedly pulled the entire world back from the brink of catastrophe!

Dao Xuan landed gracefully, his steps unsteady, and he swayed slightly, but was immediately supported by Wan Jianyi who rushed forward.

"Senior brother!"

Wan Jianyi's voice was filled with undisguised concern and excitement.

He could clearly sense that Dao Xuan's body was in a state of near exhaustion.

"It's alright."

Dao Xuan waved his hand, his voice hoarse and low, filled with an overwhelming weariness.

"It's just that my magical power has been greatly depleted; I'll be fine after some rest."

His gaze swept over the excited, tired, and pained faces around him.

There were corpses scattered all over the ground, and a fleeting, almost imperceptible pity flashed in his eyes.

It's already a stroke of luck that we were able to win.

"Junior Brother Wan, Senior Brother Dugu,"

Dao Xuan mustered his strength and gave the order.

"I'll leave this mess to you to arrange for people to handle properly."

Treating the wounded, assessing the losses, burying the fallen comrades... many things need to be done as soon as possible.

I need to immediately go into seclusion to recover from my injuries and stabilize my cultivation level.

Wan Jianyi and Dugu Yuyun, the Sword Saint of Shu Mountain, nodded solemnly at the same time and replied in a deep voice, "Senior Brother (Master), rest assured! This place is in our hands!"

Although we won this battle, it was a Pyrrhic victory.

The entire city wall was almost stained red with blood, and the ruins were littered with corpses.

Dao Xuan himself suffered a severe blow to his vital energy, and his Dao foundation was even slightly shaken. He needed to meditate to recover and digest the insights gained from this life-or-death battle.

At that moment, Dao Xuan said no more and, with Wan Jianyi's support, struggled to keep his body upright.

It transformed into a slightly dim streak of light, rushing towards the secluded, quiet chamber where it had been in seclusion.

……

Inside the quiet room, the swirling spiritual energy of heaven and earth slowly gathered, like a gentle stream, seeping into Dao Xuan's limbs and bones.

It nourished his parched dantian and damaged meridians.

Although the battle with the Beast God was a near-death experience and extremely costly, it also brought indescribable benefits.

That extreme pressure on the edge of life and death, that experience of pushing the Zhuxian sword intent to its limit.

This allowed him to reach a completely new level of understanding of his own Daoist principles and the rules of heaven and earth.

Three hours later, Dao Xuan slowly opened his eyes.

The dim light in his eyes had returned to its original clarity, even becoming more profound and restrained than before.