Deep Sea Starship Apocalypse

Inside the secluded chamber, the flow of time had long been distorted by the ancient formation of Ling Yao Chen Palace. What was only a day outside felt like an eternity inside. The entire chamber was enveloped by a layer of semi-transparent spatial ripples, completely isolating the outside world's clamor, evil agitation, and the sounds of the world collapsing. Only extreme tranquility and the purest stellar energy remained, like the gentlest embrace, supporting the two figures in the center who were undergoing transformation.

On the walls forged from Liuchen Star Jade, the Star Gathering Array and the Tranquilizing Array operated simultaneously at their peak. Countless intricate star patterns flickered wildly like living things, sometimes crimson like flames, sometimes silvery-white like frost, and sometimes golden like rosy clouds. They drew in all the pure star power, spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and fragments of laws within a radius of several miles of the entire palace, transforming them into a visible torrent of starlight that continuously poured into the center of the secret chamber. This torrent of starlight was not violently surging, but rather gentle and long, like the Milky Way cascading down from the heavens, carrying fine stardust and Daoist runes. It landed on Yu Moyan and Jiang Duyue, and was instantly absorbed by their bodies. Yu Moyan and Jiang Duyue sat cross-legged facing each other, their bodies already enveloped in spiritual energy so thick it was almost liquid. Pale gold and dark silver light intertwined and entwined, like two ancient and enduring star pillars, standing tall and supporting the entire secret chamber. Even the surrounding spacetime was stabilized by these two auras, no longer fluctuating in the slightest.

Stardust, overflowing from the Chenyuan Imperial Vein Spring, floated in the air. Each grain was only the size of a speck of dust, radiating a warm, golden hue, carrying an ancient and profound Daoist aura, as if bearing the cultivation insights of Emperor Lingyao over countless ages. These stardust grains slowly drifted down, landing on the two men's shoulders, hair, and fingertips, where they quietly melted, transforming into strands of extremely fine light that seeped into their skin, nourishing their bodies and souls day and night after they had just passed through the nine trials. The subtle, hidden injuries left in the nine trials of purgatory, the blockages in their meridians, and the fatigue in their spiritual senses were all slowly repaired at a visible speed under the nourishment of the stardust. The spiritual vein node in the center of the secret chamber glowed faintly. It was the core of the entire Lingyao Chen Palace's spiritual vein, and it was currently operating at full capacity, continuously purifying the medicinal power of the Zhenyi Wanhui Spring and the Chengji Qingxiao Liquid, removing all impurities, and leaving only the gentlest and most easily absorbed original medicinal power, which was transformed into a gentle, continuous spiritual mist. Each drop of spiritual mist contained a vast amount of energy, which was instantly converted into star essence upon being inhaled into the body, without any waste.

From the moment they sat down in meditation, the two were completely immersed in a state of selfless cultivation. Their eyes were focused on their noses, their noses on their hearts, and their hearts on their dantian (lower abdomen). Undisturbed by external things, their minds were free from demonic influences. Their sea of ​​consciousness was clear and empty, save for the thought of breaking through to a higher realm and undergoing a transformation of their star essence. This thought burned like an inextinguishable flame deep within their consciousness, illuminating their entire path of cultivation. Their breathing was long and even, synchronized with the flow of star energy within the secret chamber. With each inhale, a massive amount of star energy surged into their bodies; with each exhale, impurities and turbidity were expelled. This cycle repeated endlessly. Outside the secret chamber, the young master of the Starry Sky Palace had completely lost her arrogant expression, replaced by a look of solemnity and awe. Her two pairs of Starry Sky Wings slowly flapped, each flap releasing a golden spiritual incantation that precisely entered the chamber, imprinting secret techniques for regulating star energy and stabilizing their realms onto their bodies. Her spiritual incantations flew, her small hands quickly forming hand seals, her eyes focused to the extreme as she precisely suppressed the surging residual medicinal power within the two of them, fearing that their star essence would go berserk and their meridians would be damaged due to absorbing the medicinal power too quickly. Her serious demeanor completely lacked her usual arrogance and impatience.

Dozens of tiny spirits surrounded her, their bodies flashing like tiny specks of light, sometimes bright, sometimes dim. Their chirping sounds rose and fell like birdsong in the forest or whispers of stardust. Their tiny intelligence was filled with uncontrollable amazement and discussion. Though their voices were soft, they were exceptionally clear in the tranquil Chen Palace.

"Wow—the two masters' star essence absorption speed is so fast! In just half an hour, they've absorbed 30% of the medicinal power of the True Form Myriad Spring! The spiritual liquid didn't even have a chance to ripple before it was completely drained!"

"Not only that, not only that! Look at the barrier of the Qiongji Realm, it's already starting to loosen, and the radiance around him is skyrocketing. This kind of talent is several times more terrifying than the Palace Master's back then, as recorded in ancient texts!"

"Heavens! Their meteorite cores are expanding! They were only about ten feet in size before, but now they've grown to ten feet, and they're still getting bigger! Their dantian probably can't hold them anymore!"

"The resources consumed are enormous. The Chen Palace's spiritual reserves have already decreased by one-tenth. If this continues, I'm afraid it will alarm the laws deep within the star field. Will that attract powerful beings from beyond the realm?"

"Can you feel it? Their physical bodies seem to be transforming, not just ordinary cultivators, but... the nascent form of the legendary Holy Body! That kind of pressure is terrifying even to us spirits!"

"Shh—keep your voice down! The Blood Cocoon of Ten Thousand Evils outside the hall is moving. Those evil lords seem to have sensed the unusual breakthrough here. Their auras are becoming increasingly violent, and the barrier is shaking. Don't let the evil spirits notice us!"

A few of the bolder Liu Chen spirits, their translucent wings fluttering gently, pressed their tiny bodies almost against the star-patterned cracks in the secret chamber's walls. Their little heads peeked inside, their glowing forms flickering with curiosity and awe, as if they desperately wanted to slip inside and witness their two masters' transformation. Others, however, nervously turned towards the sky outside the hall, their tiny bodies slightly huddled, seemingly already sensing the chilling, malevolent aura and the overwhelming malice emanating from the Thousand Evil Blood Cocoon. Even their chirping was noticeably quieter.

The Starry Night Princess gave a soft snort, but did not reprimand the noisy little spirits. Instead, her gaze was fixed on the two figures in the secret chamber. In her golden eyes, an incredulous light surged, and deep within them lay a barely perceptible excitement. She had ruled the Lingyao Chen Palace for countless ages and witnessed the trials and breakthroughs of countless inheritors. Some possessed extraordinary talent, while others had profound foundations, but she had never seen such a terrifying cultivation speed, such domineering resource absorption, and such heaven-defying nascent physiques. In just one day, the two had gone from having unstable foundations and a flimsy realm after their initial breakthrough to advancing unstoppably, level by level, without the slightest stagnation or bottleneck. They seemed to possess innate cultivation bodies, absorbing the heavens and earth and wielding the stars. It was as if all the barriers to cultivation in the world were meaningless before them.

Yu Moyan was the first to break through the barrier of his cultivation realm. The pale golden star essence around him surged dramatically, like the rising sun, shining brightly and instantly illuminating the entire secret chamber. Even the walls of the Liuchen Star Jade were bathed in golden light. The star essence contained boundless vitality and majesty, carrying the weight of the remaining fortune of the human race. Each strand was heavy, containing power far exceeding that of others of the same level.

He shattered the early, middle, late, perfect, and peak stages of the Wei Zhao Realm in less than half an incense stick's time. Stellar energy surged and roared through his meridians like ten thousand dragons roaring, shaking the walls of the secret chamber. Star jade fragments gently slid down, piling up in a thin layer on the ground. Then, the barriers of the Ning Qiong Realm and Luo Chen Realm crumbled like paper, without the slightest hindrance. The speed at which he absorbed stellar power became increasingly terrifying. He frantically devoured the Qingxiao Liquid and the spiritual energy of the Zhenyi Wanhui Spring within the secret chamber, causing the level of the liquid in his spirit pool to drop visibly, the spiritual energy completely drained. The meteorite core rapidly expanded within his dantian, growing from an initial size of about ten feet to ten, twenty, and thirty feet, its star patterns becoming increasingly clear, finally settling at a terrifying size of fifty feet, almost filling his entire dantian space!

The meteorite core was entirely a deep golden color, with a finely engraved celestial map at its core. Within the map, the sun and moon revolved, and stars rose and fell. Each rotation released a massive amount of stellar energy, and each pulse caused the stellar power of the entire Celestial Palace to resonate, emitting a deep hum. As his cultivation level broke through to the peak of the third stage of the Qiongji Realm, the vast stellar energy accumulated within his body could no longer be suppressed. The power hidden deep within his bloodline, originating from the remaining fortune of the human race on this planet, was completely awakened. The nascent form of the Sacred Body within Yu Moyan's body could no longer be suppressed and erupted with a roar.

In an instant, the entire Lingyao Palace trembled violently—not just shaking, but a resonance of the stellar essence. The star patterns on the walls of the secret chamber lit up, and a dazzling purple aura, piercing the heavens and earth, shot forth from Yu Moyan's body, breaking through the chamber's dome, surging through the palace's main hall, and soaring straight into the nine heavens, stretching for over three thousand miles, dyeing the leaden-gray sky a brilliant purple-gold hue. The purple aura was dense and tangible, surging and rolling, like an ancient celestial emperor descending upon the mortal realm, his overwhelming power sweeping across the eight directions. Wherever it passed, even the impure air was instantly purified, and the rain of corpses ceased.

Although the purple aura was abundant, it did not encompass the entire human universe; it merely enveloped this broken world, its scope limited to this planet on the verge of destruction, and did not spread into the sea of ​​stars. The young master of the Starry Sky saw through it all at a glance, her heart filled with shock. Her small body trembled slightly, her eyes filled with astonishment.

"It's not the fortune of the entire human race, but only the remaining fortune of the human race within this planet... The last wisp of life force of five million living beings has all converged on him. No wonder he only has a broken holy body. He still needs the support of the fortune of all the races and billions of living beings in the heavens to be a true perfect divine body. But even so, the concentration of this fortune is enough to astound the world!"

Amidst the purple aura, a ten-thousand-foot-long, five-clawed phantom of a dragon of immense fortune slowly coalesced. Its body stretched for thousands of miles, its scales and claws gleaming. The scales were a deep golden color, radiating an imperial aura, yet faint, flowing light lingered on its spine, claws, and tail, like unfilled blank spaces on a canvas, revealing its incomplete state. Its whiskers fluttered like golden threads, its eyes surveying the world with boundless majesty and ancient history. Its claws were outstretched, holding the remaining fortune of this planet. Its mouth opened wide, unleashing a dragon's roar that pierced the heavens and earth, like an ancient imperial cry. The rolling sound waves swept in all directions, instantly silencing the restless, mutated monsters outside the palace, who trembled and prostrated themselves on the ground. Even the throbbing of the Myriad Evil Blood Cocoon froze for a moment, as if its soul had been terrified by this imperial roar.

This dragon of destiny does not protect the myriad races of the starry sea, nor the countless branches of humanity beyond the realms, but only the five million humans remaining on this endangered planet. Though its destiny is limited in scope and range, it is extremely pure, without a trace of impurity. Like a spark in a desperate situation, once ignited, it can spread like wildfire, carrying the prayers of all the surviving humans to live and rebuild their home.

Surrounded by purple aura and the phantom of a true dragon, Yu Moyan's sacred body slowly manifested a hundred-foot-tall rudimentary form, reaching the heavens and the earth, spanning the interior and exterior of the Imperial Palace.

His body stood tall and straight like a pillar of the stars, broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, perfectly proportioned. His face was incomparably handsome, with sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, a high nose, and distinct lips. He possessed both the majesty of the remaining fortune of the human race on this planet and the ethereal grace of a celestial being. He had not a trace of worldly malice, only the domineering power of an emperor and the refined elegance of a celestial being. His imperial robe was woven from starlight, shimmering and colorful, embroidered with a five-clawed dragon and the constellations of the heavens, outlined in gold thread, lifelike. However, a few faint wisps of starlight drifted and scattered from the edges of the robe, like mist, indicating that his sacred body was not yet complete, still incomplete, and would only be fully solidified once the fortune was replenished. He wore a star crown, inlaid with tiny star crystals, and an imperial sash that fluttered in the wind. He was surrounded by countless golden patterns of fortune, each carrying a trace of human life. Every inch of his skin flowed with a golden radiance, both gentle and majestic; every bone was engraved with the laws of emperors, as hard as star-refined iron. His aura was domineering and unparalleled, his pressure vast and boundless, like the sovereign of humanity in a corner of the star field, a star emperor in a corner of the star field. With a wave of his hand, he could suppress mountains and rivers; with a glance, he could terrify all evil. His suffocating pressure swept across the entire world, causing the surrounding star power to bow down and submit, daring not to make the slightest move. Even space and time were frozen by this pressure.

This is Yu Moyan's sacred body—the Emperor Chen's Suppressing Fortune Sacred Body.

This body combines the remaining human fortune, the imperial aura of the Five-Clawed True Dragon, and the radiant light of the Nine Heavens Immortals, perfectly blending imperial dominance with ethereal immortality. Blessed with this fortune, it is impervious to all evil, possesses an invincible Dao heart, and commands eternal power. However, what manifests now is merely a fragmented embryonic form, not its complete form. Many gaps remain in its bloodline and fortune, and its Dao traces are not yet perfected. Once humanity is reborn, its fortune reunited, and its extraterrestrial allies return, this sacred body will undergo another transformation, leaping to become the true Divine Body of the Celestial Emperor, wielding the vast human fortune, suppressing all evil in the starry sea, and becoming the ruler of all heavens.

Even with just a fragmented holy body, it already possessed a terrifying aura that could suppress an entire realm and look down upon all the heavens. The visual impact shattered the heavens, and a suffocating feeling swept over them, instantly silencing the onlookers, Liu Chen Xiao Ling, who huddled together, not daring to even flicker their light. Even Xing Chen Xiao Zhu involuntarily took a half step back, her small body trembling slightly, and an extreme awe welled up in her heart, not daring to look directly at the hundred-foot-tall holy body phantom.

At the same moment Yu Moyan's Sacred Body erupted, Jiang Duyue's realm breakthrough also reached its peak. The dark silver star essence around him exploded, like the creation of the universe, the initial separation of chaos—profound, vast, and icy to the extreme, instantly suppressing all surrounding light, even making Yu Moyan's purple aura appear somewhat paler. That star essence contained no warmth whatsoever, only the coldness and vastness of the universe's origin; each wisp was like a grain of sand in a galaxy, heavy and sharp.

His cultivation level also skyrocketed, breaking through the initial stages and peaks of the nine realms—Wei Zhao, Ning Qiong, Luo Chen, Cheng Ji, Zhen Yi, Tong Ling, Wan Hui, Ji Qing, and Po Xuan—without any bottlenecks or obstacles. He ascended steadily, like climbing stairs, and ultimately stabilized at the peak of the third tier of the Qiong Ji realm, his aura on par with Yu Mo Yan's. The spiritual resources he absorbed were in no way inferior to Yu Mo Yan's. He extracted most of the Ji Qing Xuan Xiao Marrow and Po Xuan Gui Ji Liquid from the Chen Palace. The reserves of the entire Ling Yao Chen Palace had been consumed by the two of them together, and the mountains of rare and precious materials and the vast amounts of spiritual liquid springs had all been transformed into the star essence foundation within their bodies.

Such resource consumption, placed in the outside world, would be enough to support the core disciples of a great family with a ten-thousand-year-old lineage in their arduous cultivation for a hundred years, enough to allow dozens of rogue cultivators to break through from the mortal realm to the Spirit Realm, and enough to make cultivators in a small star field fight frantically for it. Yet, the two of them absorbed it all in just one day, transforming it into their own terrifyingly abundant star essence. The meteorite core expanded to more than fifty feet within his dantian, its entire body a deep, dark silver color. The core was engraved with cosmic star patterns, with swirling nebulae and lurking black holes. As the star core pulsated, it absorbed the power of the universe's origin, making it ten or even a hundred times more refined than the star essence of cultivators of the same level. Each strand of star essence was as heavy as ten thousand jin, enough to easily crush rogue cultivators of the same level and to stand up to the core disciples of a great family head-on without being defeated.

The moment his realm stabilized, the cosmic stellar origin hidden within Jiang Duyue's body was fully awakened, and the nascent form of his Sacred Body also erupted completely. His hundred-foot true body broke through the secret chamber and faced Yu Moyan's Sacred Body from afar. The light of the entire world dimmed, as if all the light had been swallowed up by his Sacred Body, plunging into a deep darkness.

There was no auspicious purple aura from the east, no roar of a true dragon, and no other signs of good fortune. Instead, an even more terrifying, profound, and suffocating cosmic phenomenon descended.

Billions of star fragments erupted from his body, some as fiery red as stars, some as deep blue as planets, some as silvery white as galaxies, and some as black as black holes, converging into a miniature universe spanning tens of thousands of miles. Nebulae swirled like whirlpools, galaxies flowed like long ribbons, stars floated like grains of sand, black holes lay dormant like abysses, as deep as the ancient netherworld, as vast as the myriad realms, and as cold as the origin of chaos. A single glance was enough to captivate one's soul, leaving one unable to extricate oneself. The suffocating feeling far surpassed that of Yu Moyan's Emperor Saint Body. Even the Star Lord felt a wave of dizziness in his sea of ​​consciousness and dared not look any longer.

Jiang Duyue's true form, also manifesting in a hundred-zhang scale, possessed an extremely powerful physique. His skin was a deep, dark silver, flowing with the luster of starlight, taut and full of power, without an ounce of excess fat. His bones were a deep, inky black, inlaid with billions of star fragments, as if cast from the very essence of the universe. Each joint was like the core of a star, incomparably hard, capable of withstanding divine weapons without injury. Even if struck by an imperial weapon, it would only leave a white mark. Surrounding him were nebulous storms and black hole phantoms. The storms devoured all energy as they swirled, while the black holes emanated endless suction. His aura was profound and vast, cold and lonely, like a cosmic traveler, a master of the stars. He could pluck stars with a wave of his hand and open chaos with a blink of his eye. The visual impact was unparalleled, as if the entire universe was condensed into his body, and all the ancient stars were his subjects.

His sacred body does not rely on the fortune of living beings, nor on the prayers of humankind, nor on the gifts of heaven and earth. Instead, it is based on his own origin, drawing upon the origin of the cosmic stars. Every inch of his flesh resonates with the starry sky, and every breath is like the exhalation and inhalation of the Milky Way. His physical strength is innate, far surpassing that of all cultivators of the same level.

This is Jiang Duyue's sacred body—the Sacred Body of the Universe and the Stars.

Based on its own origin, it integrates the profound mysteries of the universe, with bones made of star remains and flesh as a galaxy. Profound, vast, cold, and powerful, its physical strength is unparalleled among its contemporaries, and its spiritual power is profound and endless, like an embodiment of the universe and the origin of stars. Even in its nascent form, it has already triggered the resonance of the laws of the star field, causing the star power in the world to gather madly. Its terrifying level is in no way inferior to Yu Moyan's incomplete but infinitely potential Emperor Chen's Suppressing Fortune Sacred Body. The two sacred bodies, one Emperor and one Universe, one Yang and one Yin, complement each other and suppress the world.

Ten astonishing phenomena descended simultaneously the moment the two broke through, intertwining and merging to sweep across the heavens and earth, shaking the ages. Each one was enough to cause a star field to boil, and the ten combined shattered the eternal firmament:

Firstly, purple aura travels 30,000 miles eastward, imperial light illuminates the sky, the imperial fortune spans this realm, the imperial might of the human race intimidates all spirits, and the lead-gray sky is completely covered by purple-gold aura.

Secondly, the five-clawed true dragon roared through the nine heavens, its remaining power suppressed the eight wastelands, its ten-thousand-foot dragon shadow circled the heavens and earth, all evil bowed down, the stars trembled, and the sound of the dragon's roar spread throughout the entire planet.

Thirdly, the Milky Way poured into the Guan Chen Palace, the star essence swallowed the sun and moon, and a massive amount of star power surged into the two people's bodies. The meteorite core swelled by fifty feet, and star waves surged in their dantian.

Fourth, the universe opens and closes, revealing its true form; star remains suppress chaos; Jiang Duyue's sacred body manifests; the mysteries of the universe sweep across heaven and earth, distorting time and space.

Fifth, the remnants of the human race descended in worship, and the fortune of this world condensed. The phantom images of the five million surviving humans appeared, densely packed, bowing in worship and giving thanks for the birth of the Holy Lord.

Sixth, the stars rise and fall around the two saints, the whole world is under their control, and billions of star shadows surround the two of them, obeying their commands, and the star orbits turn according to the two of their wills.

Seventh, the evil mist receded three thousand miles, the blood cocoon stopped pulsating, the evil forces outside the palace were suppressed by the holy might, the hatching of the evil master was hindered, and the speed at which the surface patterns of the blood cocoon cracked decreased sharply.

Eighth, the celestial music resounds through the ages, and the Dao principles forge the sacred body. The ancient celestial music echoes throughout heaven and earth, and the incomplete sacred body's Dao foundation is completely stabilized, with the gaps filled by the Dao principles.

Ninth, the spiritual essence and radiant light spread across the heavens and earth, transforming resources into star essence. All the resources of the Imperial Palace were converted, and golden light covered the ground, with star essence flowing through every inch of the ground.

Tenth, the two saints stand facing each other, reflecting the starry river. They are unmatched in their generation. The two heaven-defying saintly bodies face each other from afar, their power overwhelming the past and present. All the spirits of heaven and earth submit to them.

Ten extraordinary phenomena merged into one, spanning thousands of miles, illuminating the heavens. The visual impact reached its peak, and a suffocating feeling washed over everyone. The entire apocalyptic world froze; the rain of corpses stopped abruptly, the evil mist stagnated, and the mutated monsters trembled in fear. Even the laws of heaven and earth bowed down, as if paying homage to two newly born holy lords. Between heaven and earth, only two hundred-foot-tall phantom figures of holy bodies remained, reflecting the myriad phenomena and becoming the only light and hope in this apocalyptic world.

The young master of the Starry Sky hovered high in the sky, gazing at the two hundred-foot-tall illusory figures of holy bodies. Her small body trembled continuously, her golden eyes filled with awe, tears welling up in her eyes, and her clear voice trembled slightly, filled with boundless excitement and shock:

"An unprecedented dual descent! One is the remnant of this world's destiny, the other the cosmic stellar remains, both appearing simultaneously in their inheritors! Such talent, such physique, is enough to sweep across all realms and suppress all evil! When humanity is reborn, its fortune restored, and the Emperor Chen's Sacred Body fully transformed, a true God Emperor will descend upon the world, and this world will be saved!"

The dozens of Liuchen Little Spirits were already so frightened that their light dimmed, and their chattering completely disappeared. They huddled together, their light bodies trembling slightly, their little heads buried under their wings. They dared not look up at the earth-shattering holy body phenomenon. Their intelligence was filled with endless awe and worship. They dared not make a sound, for fear of disturbing the two holy masters who were undergoing transformation.

Outside the hall, the pulsating of the ten-thousand-foot-long cocoon of evil suddenly became incredibly violent. Its previously slow expansion accelerated instantly, and the blood-red patterns on its surface continuously burst open, releasing wisps of terrifying evil power capable of melting stars. The black and red evil mist surged like boiling water. The auras of the eight ultimate evil lords became increasingly clear, violent, and condensed. The evil power that had been dormant for countless years completely went berserk. As if sensing the terrifying threat of Yu Moyan and Jiang Duyue's dual holy bodies, sensing the birth of power capable of ending them, they frantically attacked the blood cocoon's constraints, wanting to break free prematurely, strangle these two beings capable of ending them, and drag this world into eternal darkness.

The black and red evil mist surged and raged, sweeping across the heavens and earth like a tsunami. Corpse gushed from the ravines of the earth, its stench pungent and corroding all things on earth. The shrill cries of the mutated monsters rang out again, more violent and frenzied than before, like the wails of billions of wronged souls. The ancient barrier of the entire Lingyao Holy Court trembled violently, and the black patterns on the light wall spread rapidly, as if it would be completely crushed by the evil power in the next second. The barrier shattered, all evil was born, and all living beings perished.

Inside the secret chamber, Yu Moyan and Jiang Duyue slowly opened their eyes, their eyes flashing with divine light and exuding an overwhelming aura.

In Yu Moyan's eyes, a golden light flowed, and the phantom of a five-clawed dragon flashed by. Imperial dominance and ethereal immortality intertwined, creating an overwhelming aura. Wherever his gaze fell, stellar power bowed, all evil fell silent, and even the air seemed to freeze. He could clearly feel the prayers and fortune of the five million surviving humans on this planet surging within him, not the entire human race of the vast star sea. There were still subtle gaps in his sacred body's meridians—the traces of fortune to be filled, the growth space that could one transform into a divine body in the future. As long as humanity continued to multiply and grow stronger, this sacred body would continuously grow stronger until it reached perfection.

Within Jiang Duyue's eyes, the deep galaxy spun, revealing the mysteries of the universe. Deep and cold, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, his physical body was incomparably powerful, his skeletal remains gleaming with starlight, his aura vast and boundless. Every inch of his body resonated with the void of the universe, as if he himself were a moving starry realm, able to draw upon the power of the galaxy even without moving, devouring all evil spirits and attacks.

Stellar energy surged around the two, like a rushing river. The meteorite core pulsated steadily within their dantian. Within the fifty-zhang-long star core, there was a terrifying power capable of shattering mountains and tearing apart galaxies. The nascent form of the Holy Body was completely stabilized and closely connected with the meteorite core. Stellar energy circulated, and the Holy Body shone. The physical body, divine soul, star core, and Holy Body were integrated into one, without the slightest flaw. They had reached a terrifying state of invincibility among their peers. Even cultivators who were a whole realm higher than them could be crushed head-on.

Breaking through nine realms in a single day, reaching the peak of the third level of Qiongji, absorbing one-tenth of the spiritual essence of the Chen Palace, the prototype of the dual holy bodies appeared, and ten astonishing phenomena shook the heavens and earth. Such achievements are rare throughout the entire star sea and are enough to make countless geniuses weep.

Yu Moyan and Jiang Duyue slowly rose, their sacred bodies' radiance receding and merging into their flesh, no longer outwardly visible. Yet, an immense and unparalleled pressure still lingered, like a hidden divine sword, its sharpness concealed, yet all the more terrifying. The two exchanged a glance, their eyes meeting, needing no words to understand each other's hearts, resolute and determined.

Outside the palace, the evil lord is about to emerge from his cocoon, and the final catastrophe is imminent. The fate of five million surviving humans rests on their shoulders. They now possess the absolute power to resist all evil and suppress the evil lord, no longer the weak cultivators who could only struggle to survive.

With the arrival of two saints, the stars bow their heads, all evil can be suppressed, and heaven and earth can be at peace.

Their path of conquest—to sweep away all evil, revive humanity, and transform into divine beings—officially begins.