Deep Sea Starship Apocalypse

The world did not collapse, but it was more despairing than if it had collapsed.

There was no earth-shattering roar, no earth-shattering tremors; the world simply suffocated in an instant.

Even "time" seemed to be soaking in thick, putrid mud, becoming viscous, slow, and heavy. Every second was stretched out to the point of suffocation, and every heartbeat reverberated dully in the chest, as if the whole world had been stuffed into a huge, airtight coffin, filled with the stench of corpses and blood, with not a single crack. Even despair could not escape, but could only ferment and accumulate repeatedly within the body, eventually seeping into the cracks of the bones.

The wind stopped.

It wasn't a sudden stillness, but rather the complete removal of the concept of "flow." The air was no longer gas, but a thick, rotten cloth soaked in putrid pus and blood, permeated with the stench of millions of years of corpses—heavy, damp, sticky, and cold, clinging tightly to everything, pressing down on all things, rendering them immobile. Taking a breath wasn't about coldness or stench, but a sticky, suffocating sensation that gripped the throat and lungs, like swallowing half a mouthful of mud, the chest being slowly squeezed and flattened by an invisible giant hand, even breathing becoming a form of torture akin to slow slicing. Yu Moyan stood under the locust tree. The leaves, which had been rustling just moments before, were now stiff and lifeless on the branches, not frozen in time, but stiffened by the draining of life. The veins were blackened, the leaf flesh half-rotted, barely clinging to the branches, maintaining a last vestige of false life. The golden sunlight had long since vanished, and the sky was churned into a murky, viscous, slowly writhing mass of dark red and inky black. The light was devoured, dissolved, and swallowed by the putrid stench, leaving not a trace on the ground. Everything was shrouded in a wet, sticky, and perpetually undried dark red, as if the whole world had been submerged in a pool of undried blood, with even the soil oozing blood and the pebbles smelling foul.

A faint, almost nonexistent warmth of the Heavenly Dao still lingered on his fingertips, but that warmth was instantly swallowed up by the chilling, putrid stench surging from all directions, without even causing a ripple. His wrist felt as if countless threads of ice, formed from vengeful spirits, were binding it, tightening, burrowing into his flesh, and drilling into the depths of his soul core along his meridians. The chill wasn't piercing, but it corroded his bones, his soul, and his will. It wasn't a momentary, sharp pain, but a long, persistent, all-pervasive chill that seeped into his very bones, causing a sense of powerless sinking from the deepest recesses of his soul, like falling into a bottomless abyss of decay, never reaching the bottom, forever enveloped in cold, sticky congealing.

The words "homesickness" still lingered in the wind, but the wind was dead, and the words themselves fell silent, sinking into this rotten world, unable to even echo. The sound was sucked away, suffocated, and rotted halfway through its journey by the thick air, not even a tremor could be heard more than three feet away.

Jiang Duyue stood beside him, her once aloof and indifferent brows now shrouded in an impenetrable gloom, thick as an unyielding fog of corpses. She could clearly sense that the laws of heaven and earth were decaying, dissolving, and disintegrating at a speed invisible to the naked eye yet agonizing to the soul, like cloth soaked in concentrated acid, slowly softening, rotting, becoming sticky, and finally turning into a pool of black water. The stellar power, stellar essence, and life force that once filled the world were now being crushed, devoured, and pulverized by the foul air, blood energy, corpse energy, plague energy, punishment energy, and nightmare energy emanating from the malevolent forces. Only one aura remained in the world—a slow and elegant death. Not a sudden, violent death, but a continuous, silent, and all-pervasive decay. Everything rotted away in silence, its strength to struggle drained prematurely, its ability to cry out choked by the putrid stench.

The mansion was spacious and grand, with a wide courtyard. But under this overwhelming despair, even the sturdiest buildings seemed like paper, the most magnificent beams and pillars like piles of withered bones, and the most secure dwelling like a cage buried beneath a mountain of corpses. The courtyard walls couldn't block the oppressive force from above; instead, they were like thin paper, allowing the suffocating feeling to penetrate even more intensely. The doors and windows couldn't keep out the pervasive stench of corpses; instead, the stench accumulated and fermented within the courtyard, growing ever stronger. Even the ground beneath their feet felt slightly hot, sticky, and soft, as if millions of rotting, swelling corpses were buried underground, pus and black blood slowly seeping into the soil, seeping onto the ground, and flowing gently between the bricks. Yu Moyan looked down and saw a dark red, damp stain on the toe of his shoe. He brought it closer, and the stench shot straight to his head, carrying a suffocating stench of rotting flesh and old blood—blood seeping from the earth itself.

The whole world is rotting from the inside out.

There were no screams, no clamor, not even the fierce roars could be heard from afar, indistinct and muffled, as if coming through thick layers of decaying earth and rock—hoarse, murky, and unreal. It was precisely this deathly silence that was most suffocating. Destruction with sound still leaves room for resistance, but this kind of decay, where even sound is suffocated, is the true dead end.

The rate at which living beings are going extinct is faster than imagined.

They were not torn apart, nor burned, but suffocated, rotted, and stiffened to death in this world completely dominated by evil.

The distant towns were long since devoid of smoke, their once bustling activity now shrouded in a layer of gray-black plague fog. The fog was neither violent, nor sweeping, nor roaring; it simply enveloped them quietly, yet it was deadly. Ordinary people sat silently in their homes, their skin unknowingly developing gray spots. These spots quickly festered, oozing blackish-yellow pus. They didn't even have time to feel fear before their consciousness was slowly eroded, blurred, and detached. Their minds scattered, their bodies stiffened, and they remained seated, silently becoming rotting, bleeding, and collapsing shells. Villages were enveloped in a blood-red dampness. Grass and trees withered, blackened, softened, and turned into puddles of sticky, rotten mud at a visible speed; even the roots of the grass dissolved in the stench. Birds and beasts fell silently to the ground, their fur falling away, their flesh dissolving, their entrails spilling out. Even their bones were corroded by the foul air, becoming soft, white, and brittle to the touch, without even a twitch of struggle. The rivers ceased to flow, their surfaces congealing into a dark red, viscous slurry, like solidified blood plasma. Floating on it were bloated, white-faced fish carcasses, their bodies ruptured and teeming with maggots, slowly wriggling in the blood, a swarm that sent chills down one's spine. The mountains were silent, their slopes seeping a dark red liquid. The rocks were as soft as rotting flesh, crumbling at the slightest touch, revealing hollowed-out interiors filled with decaying mud and craters haunted by vengeful spirits.

There was no fighting in the world, only a silent and extremely gentle execution.

Yu Moyan closed his eyes, extending his divine sense outwards, only to be instantly slammed back by a violent, cold, viscous, and malice-laden force carrying an overwhelming will. His divine sense felt as if it had been thrown into a pile of billions of pounds of rotting corpses, torn apart, bitten, and entangled by countless vengeful spirits. The excruciating pain shot straight to his soul core, causing him to shudder violently, a metallic taste rising in his throat.

In the far north, frost and blood red tore through the sky, and layers of freezing cold pressed down, as if the soul was being immersed in an ancient ice cave, every inch of it was stinging, stiff, and frozen, as if it would freeze and shatter at any moment, even thinking became slow and lifeless.

In the western sky, the extinguishing white flames burned everything. The flames carried no temperature, only the destruction of existence. As one approached, one felt one's own existence being burned away, erased, and dissipated bit by bit, and even memories began to blur, fade, and rot.

Across the four seas, blood surged and corpse energy soared to the sky. The wails of billions of drowned souls, blood souls, and rotten souls converged into a tide, directly impacting the divine consciousness, causing dizziness, mental turmoil, and eardrum pain, as if countless hands were scratching and tearing at one's brain.

On the Central Plains, bone mountains rise, and the air is thick with the chilling aura of battle. The desolation and rage emanating from the ancient battlefields are so oppressive that it's hard to breathe, as if one is about to be torn apart, trampled, and crushed into bone dust by thousands of bone soldiers at any moment.

Furthermore, plagues spread, evil spirits raged, poisonous miasma permeated the air, foul soil surged, the void devoured, nightmares haunted the body, souls were pierced to the bone, and hearts and spirits were corrupted... The twenty fierce evil spirits were like twenty evil pillars driven into the heavens and earth, firmly nailing the entire world to decay and annihilation, not allowing even a sliver of life to leak out.

They did not immediately swarm out and slaughter all living beings.

They are waiting.

When heaven and earth have completely lost their last bit of life, when the laws have completely collapsed, when all living beings slowly break down, go mad, and die in despair, when all will to resist has been completely ground down, rotted, and dissolved.

This is an extreme form of cruel patience.

The air grew increasingly heavy, no longer a gas, but almost a liquid, like lead plaster, pressing down on his body, his shoulders, and his very soul, making it impossible to straighten his back, lift his head, or even raise his eyelids. Yu Moyan's throat tightened, a metallic sweetness rising within him. He forced it down, but could clearly feel the spiritual energy within his body becoming sluggish, viscous, and slow. His meridians felt as if they were blocked and sealed by sticky, foul air. His soul core trembled slightly, felt dull, and ached. Under the pervasive malice of heaven and earth, even self-preservation seemed difficult, arduous, and precarious. Jiang Duyue's body emanated a faint glow, attempting to isolate herself from the corrosive fumes and ferocious power of the outside world. However, the light was pitifully weak, like a candle flickering in the wind amidst this boundless, treacherous tide, easily extinguished by the viscous, corrosive air, leaving not even a spark.

The old locust tree in the courtyard had leaves that were turning black, curling, softening, and rotting at the edges, as if scorched by invisible poisonous fire and soaked in the stench of death. Dark red sap seeped from the trunk, slowly, viscous, emitting a faint putrid stench, flowing down the bark and accumulating in a small pool of blood at the base. Even the plants that once symbolized life and stability could not escape the fate of decay in this apocalyptic world. Yu Moyan reached out and gently touched a locust leaf. The leaf instantly shattered, turning into a handful of cold, sticky, and foul-smelling black fragments that slipped through his fingers. They should have been scattered by the wind, but there was no wind; they simply fell heavily to the ground, merging with the dust and never to be seen again.

The vitality of the world is dwindling to zero at a heart-stopping pace.

It wasn't a sudden decrease, but rather being gradually drained, suffocated, and rotten to the core.

There was no hope, no glimmer of hope, and no sign of any turnaround.

The sky pressed lower and lower, so low it seemed one could reach out and touch the murky, decaying clouds. Thick, sticky, and slowly undulating, the clouds resembled a gigantic, rotting canopy, pressing down relentlessly, causing a suffocating feeling in the chest, a lack of oxygen to the brain, a heavy sense of drowsiness, and a clouded consciousness. The distant horizon was blurred, shrouded in a mist of dark red and inky black, obscuring mountains, rivers, and human habitation—only a deathly, rotting, viscous chaos remained, even distant outlines twisted, deformed, and melted away in the decaying fog. The sounds of heaven and earth dwindled. Cicadas had vanished, birds and beasts had disappeared, human voices were silent, even insects had ceased to move. Only a faint, continuous, muffled, hoarse wail echoed from afar, like the painful groans of heaven and earth, or the dying sobs of all things—dull, oppressive, and lingering, reverberating in the ears, drilling into the mind, pushing one's spirit to the brink of collapse.

Yu Moyan opened his eyes, his gaze even more weary. In his previous life, he had wandered through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, struggling to survive in dire straits, but he had never experienced such a profound, suffocating, and inescapable oppression. It was a despair of knowing the end was nigh but being powerless to stop it; a helplessness of watching the world rot away bit by bit, yet being able to stand idly by; a desolation of bearing a deep-seated hatred, yet seeing even hatred seem insignificant, laughable, and pale in the face of annihilation. Even hatred had become heavy, sticky, and foul.

Jiang Duyue spoke softly, her voice exceptionally clear in the deathly silence, yet it carried an undeniable heaviness, numbness, and resignation:

"Heaven and earth... can no longer allow life to continue."

There were no roars, no cries of anguish, only a calm statement.

Because that is the reality.

The air was thick and viscous like corpse pulp, making breathing sting the throat. Souls were entangled in malice, the earth was rotting, the sky was collapsing, the laws were dissolving, and all things were annihilating. Twenty ferocious demons hung like twenty butcher knives overhead, not falling hastily, but silently radiating pressure, causing all living beings to slowly await their final execution in suffocation and fear.

The world has not collapsed, but it is already like purgatory.

All things have not perished, yet they are already like dead earth.

Everything is not over, yet there is no way back.

Yu Moyan gazed at the dark red, oppressive sky, his fingertips slowly clenching, his nails digging into his palms, drawing blood, yet he felt no pain, only a numb, icy chill.

The sign-in system remained silent, as if it had been completely blocked, suppressed, and buried by the evil of heaven and earth. There were no prompts, no rewards, no assistance, and not even a glimmer of light would appear.

The earth's seal was shattered, evil spirits emerged, the heavens retreated, and yin and yang were reversed.

The pain of his past life, the wandering of this life, the longing in his heart, and the responsibility on his shoulders, all intertwined in the face of this world-ending calamity, forming a heavy, cold, sticky, and soul-suffocating net that bound him tightly, pressing him down to the point of almost suffocation, even his breath smelling of decay.

The wind is dead.

The light dimmed.

The world felt stifling.

This final execution, orchestrated by twenty lucid demons, has only just begun.

Half a celestial body descends, and all evil spirits bow their heads.

The deathly silence that had suddenly stopped the world had not yet dissipated. The aftershocks of the shattering of countless seals still roared, muffled, and echoed deep within the earth's crust. The sky of rotting corpses, interwoven with dark crimson blood and inky black filth, hung low like iron, pressing heavily upon the eight directions and six realms. Even space itself was compressed, becoming slightly distorted, sticky, and soft. Even the wind was solidified into viscous corpse fluid, suspended motionless in mid-air, like a huge piece of blood-red amber, sealing away all life.

Twenty ancient malevolent spirits have just awakened from their respective forbidden lands, their ferocious power sweeping across the universe: the freezing chill of the far north, the drowning corpse energy of the North Atlantic, the putrid poisonous fog of the South Pacific, the towering blood energy of the Indian Ocean, the withered bone killing intent of Kunlun, the corpse plague miasma of Boer, the shattered soul demonic energy of the Alps, the malevolent aura of punishment in the Mediterranean, the annihilating flames of the Sahara, the molten lava heat waves of the Andes, the bone-burning sandstorms of the Kalahari, the soul-devouring ghost energy of the Amazon, the blood moon chill of Eurasia, and the void-devouring power of the Pacific. The poisonous miasma of the Indochina Peninsula, the foul stench of severed limbs from the Western Regions, the heart-corroding nightmare aura of East Asia, the soul-devouring ice might of Antarctica, the warlike malevolent aura of the Middle East, and the eroding void of the rifts between myriad realms—twenty completely different yet equally destructive and malevolent forces clashed, strangled, and squeezed between heaven and earth. Each collision of forces caused the sky to crack into a deeper, dark abyss, the earth to collapse into ravines thousands of feet deep, and time and space to decay with mottled cracks. The air was filled with the shrill screams of shattered laws and the mournful cries of vengeful souls being crushed.

Living beings had long since been annihilated by this terrifying pressure. The few remaining creatures huddled in corners, barely daring to breathe or even blink. The entire world was filled only with the roar of colliding evil forces, the wails of vengeful spirits, the buzzing of corpse worms, and the lamentations of the collapsing laws of heaven and earth. The suffocating feeling was like millions of pounds of rotting corpses pressing directly on one's heart, making one's mind drowsy, consciousness blurred, and body weak. Even despair seemed numb, dull, and foul.

At this moment when all evil was rampant and the world was in ruins, a pitch-black rift spanning hundreds of millions of miles suddenly exploded without warning from the depths of nothingness.

There was no earth-shattering roar, yet it caused the heavens and earth to tremble, souls to freeze, and all things to stiffen, even more than the phenomenon of twenty ferocious demons awakening simultaneously. Within the rift, there was no blood, no foul air, no demonic energy, no poisonous miasma, only an ancient, primordial aura originating from the beginning of chaos, surpassing all evil. This aura was cold, decaying, desolate, domineering, and heavy, carrying an unparalleled pressure that could crush the heavens, suppress all evil, and erase existence. Even a mere wisp of it caused the solidified air to shatter instantly, only to be re-frozen and compacted by the even heavier primordial aura. The temperature between heaven and earth plummeted, more piercing and deadly than the freezing cold of the Frostbone Mother Goddess of the far north, more domineering and resolute than the void-devouring power of the Void Devouring Sea Monster. Even light was swallowed, engulfed, and dissolved by this primordial aura, and heaven and earth instantly plunged into a deeper darkness, a darkness where even darkness itself was decaying.

The next moment, a colossal, incomplete yet supreme figure, towering to the heavens and the earth, slowly emerged from the billions of miles of dark rift.

He is none other than Banque Tianhai Cangyuanmi.

Its body was not formed from solidified flesh and blood, but rather from the shattered divine bones of countless ancient heavens, the remnants of destroyed stars, the spine of fallen god-emperors, the flesh and blood remains of ancient ferocious beasts, and the remnants of collapsed eras. Its entire body shimmered with a deathly white, dark gold, and dark red skeletal light. Even with only half its form revealed, it pierced the heavens, its feet planted on the core of the earth's veins, its shoulders supporting the crumbling sky. The oppressive aura emanating from its body caused space to collapse, solidify, and solidify layer by layer. Its body was devoid of superfluous decorations, only layers upon layers of cracked, decaying celestial armor bearing the marks of time. Dark golden skeletal blood flowed slowly, viscous, and heavy from the gaps in the armor. Drops of blood falling caused massive skeletal waves to explode upon impact with the earth, instantly drying up, cracking, and turning the oceans into barren wastelands, and causing spacetime to completely collapse, solidify, and vanish upon impact with the void. His head was half-crushed, and in the remaining eye socket burned a pale white flame. The flame was cold, deathly, and majestic. Wherever the flame swept, the ferocious power of the twenty evil spirits froze, was suppressed, the wailing of the vengeful souls stopped abruptly, the buzzing of the corpse worms vanished instantly, and even the decaying aura of heaven and earth was forcibly suppressed, locked, and contained.

Without any unnecessary movements, Cang Yuanmi simply raised the giant hand formed from the bones of the heavens and let out a furious roar that pierced through chaos, shattered eras, and crushed heaven and earth.

This roar, devoid of any ferocity, carried unparalleled majesty and ancient domineering power, as if the sovereign of the heavens, dormant for billions of years, had awakened to announce his return. The roar was not a sound wave, but a direct, crushing shockwave of will, transforming into an invisible wave of skeletal energy that swept wildly towards the eight extremes of the universe from its center. Wherever it passed, space shattered layer by layer, only to be reforged, compressed, and solidified by the skeletal energy. The laws groaned and prostrated themselves on the ground, too afraid to move. The domains that the twenty ferocious demons had just established were like paper before this roar, instantly repelled, compressed, crushed, and frozen.

In the Frozen Soul Prison Domain of the Frostbone Mother Goddess of the Far North, the ten thousand miles of blood-icy ravines instantly closed, melted, and turned black. The storm of corpse snow was dispersed, frozen, and turned to mud on the ground by the skeletal waves. Hundreds of millions of frozen souls trembled, stiffened, and dared not move. The Mother Goddess's hundred-foot-tall body was uncontrollably pushed backward, and fine cracks appeared on her ice bones. Even the freezing soul's cold energy was suppressed and solidified within her body. In the North Atlantic, the Ancient Emperor of the Myriad Devouring Ice Silkworms saw his Corpse Silk Soul-Binding Net break inch by inch, turn black, and rot. The blood-red ice plains melted into black, foul-smelling, and viscous water. Huang Qianli's body curled up, stiffened, and trembled. His sinister mind was filled with awe, submission, and fear under this oppressive force. He retreated rapidly, not daring to resist in the slightest. The corrupt sea god of the South Pacific roared, shattered, dissipated, and vanished into nothingness. The ten-thousand-foot-tall corrupt mountain collapsed, caved in, and melted into pus. The poisonous mist and maggots were purified, burned, and crushed into ashes by the skeletal energy. His bloated body retreated repeatedly, stiffened, and trembled. The calmness of the abyss sage was gone from his single eye, replaced only by extreme fear, submission, and awe.

The Bloodfin Sea-Splittering Kraken of the Indian Ocean, its overwhelming blood energy was roared away, solidified, and fell to the ground. The Blood Soul Dragon shattered, dissipated, and turned to ashes. The thousand-foot-tall colossal shadow trembled, stiffened, and dared not move amidst the skeletal waves. Its bloodthirsty and violent killing intent was completely suppressed, frozen, and obliterated. It hurriedly swung its tail and retreated, restraining its ferocity and shrinking into a ball, no longer daring to wreak havoc. The Bone-Slaying Eternal Calamity God of Kunlun, its billions of bone soldiers instantly shattered into bone dust, turned black, and rotted. The blood river dried up and solidified. Solidified and blackened, the bone whip broke, shattered, and fell to the ground. The ten-thousand-foot-tall withered skeletal body staggered backward, stiffened, and trembled. The majesty of the battle commander vanished, and he completely submitted. Bo Ya's Corpse Plague Devouring Heaven Lord, the plague cloud was roared to pieces, blown away, and disappeared. The poisonous rain dissipated, fell to the ground as mud, and stank. The corpse worms turned into ashes, burned to death, and annihilated. The festering body kept retreating, stiffening, and shrinking. The power of the plague was completely suppressed and locked, and dared not leak a trace of plague poison.

Chonglou, the Soul-Shattering Demon Lord of the Alps, saw his demonic gate close, disappear, and be sealed. His demonic flames extinguished, froze, and became deathly silent. Countless shattered souls were devoured, crushed, and obliterated by the skeletal energy. His headless demonic body retreated, stiffened, and submitted. The scheming of the demonic strategist was meaningless and utterly shattered under absolute pressure. The Thousand-Handed Sky-Splitting Demon Mother of the Mediterranean saw her thousand deformed limbs tremble, soften, and stiffen. Her bloodstained instruments of torture shattered, turned black, and rotted. The tortured souls wailed in silence, froze, and disappeared. The Demon Mother's body retreated rapidly, contracted, and submitted. The madness of the master of torture was completely suppressed, obliterated, and frozen. The Ash-Silent Heavenly Lord of the Sahara saw his flames of annihilation extinguished, frozen, and dissipated by the waves of skeletal energy. His glazed sea of ​​fire solidified, turned black, and shattered. His charred white skeletal body retreated, stiffened, and submitted. The majesty of the Annihilation Judgment vanished completely and bowed its head utterly.

The Andean Hellfire Tyrant, its magma eruption abruptly ceased, solidified, and turned black. The molten core dimmed, extinguished, and stiffened. Its thousand-foot-tall body shrank back, contracted, and submitted. The magma overlord's aura vanished completely and was utterly obliterated. The Kalahari Sand Skeleton Soul-Burning Giant, its sandstorm subsided, solidified, and landed. The sand and wind solidified, stiffened, and turned black. Its ten-thousand-foot-tall shadow retreated continuously, stiffened, and showed awe. The desert tyrant's schemes were reduced to awe, submission, and fear. The Amazon's Ten Thousand Ghosts Devouring Sky Spirit Lord, its soul-devouring black mist dissipated, vanished, and was obliterated. The vengeful ghosts were devoured, crushed, and burned to death by the skeletal energy. Its formless body rapidly contracted, retreated, stiffened, and submitted. The eeriness of the Mind Hunting Ground completely dissipated and was obliterated.

The Blood Moon Soul-Splitting Ghost King of Eurasia, the blood moon dimmed, turned black, and solidified; the Yin soldiers shattered, dissipated, and were obliterated; the Soul-Slaying Blood Blade melted, turned black, and fell to the ground; the Ghost King's body retreated repeatedly, stiffened, and submitted; the aura of the ruler of the underworld vanished completely and was utterly subdued. The Void Sea-Swallowing Giant Monster of the Pacific Ocean, the void rift closed, sealed, and disappeared; the annihilating and corrupting light was suppressed, frozen, and dissipated; the festering body retreated rapidly, stiffened, and showed awe; the fear of the Void Sage was revealed without reservation, and he utterly submitted. The Poisonous Scale Sky-Swallowing Giant Python of the Indochina Peninsula, the myriad poisonous miasma dissipated, was obliterated, and purified; the poisonous scales dimmed, turned black, and stiffened; the thousand-mile-long python body curled up, retreated, subdued, and submitted; the Poison Dao Sage dared not show his mockery again and was utterly silenced.

In the Western Regions, the myriad limbs and filthy remains of the underworld collapsed, caved in, and festered. The foul stench of severed limbs was purified, dissipated, and obliterated. The thousand rotting heads no longer roared, stiffened, and fell silent; their writhing bodies retreated rapidly, stiffened, and submitted. In East Asia, the illusory image of the Corrupted Heart Water God solidified, turned black, and stiffened. The power of the Nightmare was suppressed, obliterated, and frozen. The rotting flesh retreated repeatedly, stiffened, and submitted. The eeriness of the creator of the Heart Prison completely dissipated and was obliterated. In Antarctica, the Soul-Devouring Ice Fang Beast's Soul-Devouring Storm subsided, solidified, and dissipated. Its ice fangs dimmed, turned black, and stiffened. The colossal beast trembled, retreated, stiffened, and submitted; the instincts of the Soul Hunter were completely suppressed, obliterated, and frozen. The battle spirit of the Middle East, the Heaven-Splitting Demon, shattered, dissipated, and vanished; its battle blade dimmed, turned black, and fell to the ground; its upright body staggered backward, stiffened, and submitted; the battle intent of the War-Slaying Sword Saint was completely suppressed, obliterated, and frozen. The formless world-corroding demonic embryo in the rift of myriad realms was crushed, suppressed, and frozen by the bone waves; the chaotic black embryo continuously contracted, retreated, stiffened, and showed awe; the calculations of the ultimate wisdom were utterly ineffective and completely submitted before absolute majesty.

With just a roar, the destructive domains that the twenty ferocious evil beings had spent countless years to establish were all blasted back hundreds of millions of miles. Their respective forbidden areas, territories, and spheres of influence shrank, stiffened, and contracted under this supreme pressure. Not one of them dared to resist in the slightest. Even the resentment and scheming in their hearts were completely suppressed, frozen, and obliterated. Only awe and submission, originating from their bloodline, their very essence, and the depths of their era, remained. Even their breathing became cautious.

The roar resounded throughout the heavens and earth, lingering for a long time, heavy, majestic, and oppressive, causing all things to stiffen. On Cang Yuanmin's broken body, a blood-red halo spanning a billion kilometers suddenly appeared.

The halo wasn't a bloodthirsty, violent crimson, but a dark, blood-red color imbued with an ancient, skeletal aura. Dark, oppressive, and heavy, its edges entwined with dark golden skeletal patterns, it rotated slowly, solemnly, and deathly. With each rotation, the pressure on the heavens and earth intensified, the twenty ferocious bodies trembled, and the space itself felt increasingly compressed. This halo was a symbol of the rulers of the heavens, a mark of the submission of all evil, a sign of the end and beginning of an era. Hanging between heaven and earth, it enveloped the entire desolate, silent realm. As its dark, blood-red light shone down, the rotting corpses, filth, and vengeful spirits on the earth prostrated themselves, stiffened, and dared not move. The decaying aura of the world was suppressed, locked, and contained by the halo, yet it added an even heavier, suffocating, and maddening sense of oppression.

Immediately afterwards, Cang Yuanmi slowly released his own supreme aura.

This aura, a fusion of the desolation of countless celestial remains, the weight of an era's annihilation, the domineering submission of all evil, and the majesty of the ruler of heaven and earth, contained not a trace of destructive ferocity, yet it was more terrifying, heavier, and suffocating than the combined power of twenty ferocious demons. Like an invisible giant hand, it gently, slowly, and irresistibly caressed the entire world, telling this decaying world, the lurking evil, and the surviving beings—he, Half-Heavenly Skeleton Cang Yuanmi, has returned.

It is not that evil has broken the seal, nor that the end of the world has come, but that the rulers of all heavens have returned to their rightful places, and all evil must bow down.

Sensing this supreme aura, the twenty ferocious demons, who had already been forced back, exchanged glances. Their eyes held no trace of struggle or calculation, only ultimate understanding, awe, and submission. Without any hesitation, they mobilized their own power, voluntarily retreating billions of miles of territory, territory, and forbidden land under their control. They divided the most core, vast, and profound territory in the world entirely to Half-Heavenly Skeleton Cang Yuan Mi, not daring to claim even a single inch.

The Arctic ice plains yielded 80,000 li of frozen soul prison, the North Atlantic yielded 30,000 li of drowning soul abyss, the South Pacific yielded a million li of rotting gully, the Indian Ocean yielded a billion li of blood-rot sea, the Kunlun Mountains yielded 10,000 li of bone mountain, the Boer Basin yielded 1,000 li of corpse plague soil, the Alps yielded 10,000 zhang of demonic peak, the Mediterranean yielded 1,000 li of torture island, the Sahara yielded scorched earth, the Andes yielded molten soul volcano, the Kalahari yielded burning bone desert, the Amazon yielded soul-devouring rotting forest, the Eurasian continent yielded the blood moon sky, the Pacific Ocean yielded the void rift, the Indochina Peninsula yielded the Valley of Ten Thousand Poisons, the Western Regions yielded the filthy soil of severed limbs, East Asia yielded the rotting heart swamp, Antarctica yielded the soul-devouring ice valley, the Middle East yielded the soul-splitting battlefield, and the myriad world rifts yielded the erosion origin.

The twenty fierce demons, like subjects yielding to their king, like all evil spirits paying homage to their sovereign, retreated to the edge of the eight extremes of heaven and earth, huddled in their own forbidden areas, restrained all their ferocity, extinguished all their malevolence, no longer rampaging, no longer slaughtering living beings, even suppressing their aura to the lowest level, just quietly lying dormant, stiff, waiting, waiting for Cang Yuanmi's command.

Between heaven and earth, the twenty destructive and ferocious forces all subsided, died, and fell silent, leaving only Cang Yuanmi's supreme skeletal aura to shroud the universe. A blood-red halo spanning a billion kilometers slowly rotated, and dark golden skeletal patterns flowed with an ancient, deathly, and majestic light, suppressing all things in heaven and earth so that they dared not even tremble.

At that moment, the world suddenly changed color.

The already low-hanging, decaying sky was completely enveloped, filled, and compressed by the dark blood-red halo and the pitch-black skeletal energy. The clouds, like rotting cotton, putrefied flesh, and sludge, piled up layer upon layer, pressing lower and heavier, as if they would crash down at any moment, burying, flattening, and suffocating the entire world. There was no sunlight, no moonlight, no starlight, not even a glimmer of light. Only the dark blood-red halo and the pitch-black skeletal energy intertwined, thick, and heavy between heaven and earth. As far as the eye could see, everything was oppressive, dark, blurry, and distorted. Even the distant mountains, oceans, and deserts became indistinct, as if covered by a thick shroud, a blood-stained cloth, a shroud of corpses, which could never be torn away.

Immediately afterwards, a torrential downpour began without warning.

This rain was no ordinary rain; it was a cold rain carrying the aura of death and the sorrow of heaven and earth. The raindrops were icy, heavy, and sticky, piercing the skin like ice picks or iron blocks, splashing up cold, black, and foul-smelling water. When they hit rotting corpses, they made them appear even more lifeless, stiff, and decaying; when they hit the bodies of evil spirits, they made them more humble, stiff, and submissive. The rain curtain stretched for billions of miles, enveloping the entire world. The rain poured down, its sound muffled and monotonous, cold and lifeless, devoid of any vitality, only endless coldness and oppression, as if heaven and earth were weeping, sobbing, and mourning the impending catastrophe, or as if bidding farewell to humanity's inevitable destruction.

The weather was extremely gloomy. Under the dark blood-red halo, cold rain continued to fall, the sky hung low, and a smoky atmosphere enveloped everything, with all evil spirits lurking in the shadows.

The air was no longer filled with the ferocity and rage of evil, but instead with a heavier, more suffocating, more desperate, and more numb oppression. It was a sense of powerlessness that came from the depths of the soul, the despair of knowing that the end was near but being powerless to resist, the numbness of watching the ruler descend but only being able to await judgment, and the deathly silence where even struggling had lost its meaning.

Twenty fierce and evil spirits bowed their heads in submission, and half of the celestial remains descended to earth to seize power. Cold rain poured down, and the world darkened.

This gloomy weather, this cold rain, this overwhelming pressure, this scene of all evil submitting—it is a true reflection of the future of humanity and even all living beings in the world: no hope, no light, no vitality, no way out, no redemption, only endless coldness, oppression, despair, and decay, awaiting final judgment and annihilation.

Between heaven and earth, only the patter of cold rain remained, dull, monotonous, and lingering, along with Cang Yuanmi's silent yet supreme aura, heavy, majestic, and suffocating, enveloping the entire decaying world, announcing the formal, cold, and irreversible commencement of a brand new, final era dominated by Banque Tianhai.