I fabricated myths to guide the revival of spiritual energy.

East China Sea, 500 meters above the ground.

rain.

It's raining.

But it wasn't clear rainwater; instead, it was a thick, foul-smelling, scalding greenish-purple downpour.

When the "Myriad Spirits Slash," which embodied the essence and will of all the disciples of Kunlun, pierced through the sky, the world fell into a moment of deathly silence.

Immediately afterwards, the laws of gravity took over everything again.

Crash—Boom!!!

The Leviathan, which had been so arrogant and seemed to want to devour the heavens and the earth, continued to rush forward for several hundred meters due to inertia, its massive, mountain-like body grazing the edge of the platform.

Then, to the stunned gaze of all the Kunlun disciples, its body neatly split apart from the middle.

The left side is still twitching.

The right half is already necrotic.

The cut was as smooth as a mirror, and even the void core inside the body was neatly split in two by that sword. The purple energy lost its restraint and wildly dissipated in the air, turning into this rain of light that filled the sky.

Two mountains of flesh crashed heavily onto the sea.

boom! ! !

The enormous impact unleashed a terrifying tsunami reaching 300 meters high. The entire East China Sea surface seemed to have been hit by a nuclear bomb, with the seawater being violently pushed outwards, revealing a seabed full of silt and debris.

died.

That colossal Golden Core stage beast that had driven everyone to despair was truly dead.

On the cloud platform, there was utter silence.

There was no cheering.

Because everyone was too exhausted to even cheer.

The moment that sword strike was unleashed, all the connecting wires snapped. The disciples, as if their spines had been removed, collapsed onto the platform, their faces deathly pale. Many even fainted from blood loss.

And at the very front of the gimbal.

The figure that had just been like a god or demon was now like a withered leaf, slowly falling backward.

"Cough...cough cough..."

Chu Tian lay on his back on the cloud platform, his physical condition was appalling.

His once resilient skin was now covered with countless cracks, like a porcelain doll on the verge of shattering. Blood stained the clouds beneath him, and his arms hung limply at his sides—his bones had long since been pulverized by the violent force of the previous attack.

But he smiled.

He watched the dissipating purple light rain in the sky, grinned, his mouth full of blood, and laughed with unbridled joy.

"Old Zhao...did you see that...?"

"I...split it open..."

Beside him, Zhao Feng, with a full head of white hair, was barely breathing. Although he looked like an eighty-year-old man, he managed to force a smile.

"I saw it... damn... cool."

Won.

Although the price was heavy, although everyone was injured, and although their bodies were exhausted.

But these "newbies" who were only at the Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment stages actually defied the heavens and slaughtered a Golden Core stage monster!

This sense of accomplishment, this ecstatic joy of escaping death, made many people unable to hold back their tears even while lying in pools of blood.

however.

Fate didn't seem to intend to let them off so easily.

Or rather, true terror is never in the open.

Just when everyone thought everything was settled and was preparing to wait for Gu Qing to come to their rescue.

click-

A sudden, abrupt cracking sound came from high above.

The sound wasn't loud, but it sounded particularly jarring on the silent battlefield.

Chu Tian struggled to open his heavy eyelids and looked up at the sky.

The spatial rift that Leviathan had created should have slowly healed after Leviathan's death.

But at this moment, instead of healing, it is like a tattered cloth torn by a naughty child, being forcibly ripped apart from the inside by an even more terrifying and tyrannical force!

hum - hum - hum -

The air began to vibrate, and the gimbal began to shake.

An aura ten or even a hundred times more terrifying than the Leviathan from before seeped through the crack.

If Leviathan's aura is like a raging tsunami.

So this new aura is the deep, boundless black hole.

It carries a sense of superior indifference, a kind of oppressive force that crushes all levels of life.

"What is that...?"

Chu Tian felt as if his heart was being gripped by an invisible hand, making it difficult to even breathe.

The crack was stretched to its limit.

then.

A hand reached out.

It was a pale, withered hand, large enough to blot out the entire sky.

It was covered with eerie black runes, and each fingernail resembled a pitch-black mountain.

Instead of attacking immediately, it grabbed the edge of the spatial rift like a human pushing open a curtain, and then ripped it open with great force.

Stab it! ! !

A huge hole appeared in the sky.

Through that huge hole, Chu Tian and all the disciples who were still conscious witnessed the most despairing scene of their lives.

In the gray fog.

Thousands upon thousands of ethereal beasts of varying sizes, along with a dozen or so monsters as large as Leviathan, floated silently there.

They are like an army ready to go, or a school of fish waiting to be fed.

They are staring intently at the Earth on this side of the crack with countless greedy eyes.

That Leviathan that almost wiped out all the Kunlun students just now...

It was merely an insignificant "elite unit" within this vast army.

"Are you... what a joke..."

Zhao Feng closed his eyes in despair.

This quantity, this scale.

Let alone those two thousand people, even if you filled up the entire human race, it wouldn't be enough to fill a tooth gap.

The enormous pale hand seemed to have noticed Chu Tian below.

It seemed to feel a sliver of interest, or rather, a hint of disgust, towards the ant that had just killed its "hunting hound."

It slowly raised one finger.

Even a single finger is larger than the entire gimbal.

Black lightning crackled around his fingertips, carrying the aura of the laws of destruction, and he gently pressed down on Chu Tian.

Unable to be analyzed. Unable to resist. Certain death.

Thoughts kept flashing through everyone's minds.

Nascent Soul stage.

That is the realm where cultivators truly undergo a complete transformation, becoming terrestrial immortals capable of moving mountains and filling seas, and plucking stars from the sky with a single hand.

Compared to beings at this level, Foundation Establishment cultivators are not even ants, but merely dust.

"it's over……"

Chu Tian looked at the finger that was pressing down like a pillar from the sky, and his heart turned cold.

He can't move.

All our cards have been played, and all our strength has been exhausted.

He could only watch helplessly as death descended.

Before the fingertips arrive, the wind pressure comes first.

The cloud platform began to collapse, Chu Tian's skin began to cave in, and his soul seemed to be being pulled out of his body by that terrifying suction force.

Just as that finger was less than twenty meters away from Chu Tian, ​​and Chu Tian could even see the parasites wriggling in the fingerprint,

A sigh echoed softly between heaven and earth.

"After beating the young one, the old one comes."

"Are all you void creatures this unruly?"

Clang—!

A clear, melodious sword cry suddenly rang out.

The sound wasn't loud, but it instantly drowned out the roar of the tsunami and the explosion of thunder, clearly penetrating the ears of every living being—including the owner of the giant hand.

next second.

Chu Tian felt that the world before him had changed.

The finger, which carried an aura of world-destroying power, suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Between him and his fingers, a thin, cyan light curtain appeared, seemingly ready to shatter at any moment.

No matter how hard the finger exerted, the thin layer of light remained motionless, like an insurmountable barrier.

A white figure appeared in front of Chu Tian without him noticing.

He had his back to the crowd, his long hair as black as ink, and his clothes fluttering in the wind.

He didn't look at the horrific scene behind him, but simply raised his head slightly to look at the colossal hand overhead that blotted out the sky, and the enormous eye peering out from behind the crack.

"Dean..."

Chu Tian felt a lump in his throat, and his vision blurred instantly.

Gu Qing didn't turn around, but simply said:

"Leave the rest to me."

After saying that, Gu Qing stretched out his right hand, pointed his fingers like a sword, and casually slashed at the pale giant hand that was protruding from the crack.

The movement was so casual, as if shooing away an annoying fly.

But in the instant he waved his hand.

The spiritual energy between heaven and earth seemed to surge wildly.

A dazzling sword aura, a thousand feet long, appeared out of thin air. It had no fancy lights or shadows, only pure and extreme sharpness.

"cut."

puff!

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only the smoothness of a sharp blade cutting through tofu.

That giant hand, whose defensive power was a hundred times stronger than that of a Leviathan at the Golden Core stage, was as fragile as a piece of paper in front of this sword energy.

It broke cleanly at the wrist.

"roar--!!!!"

From the depths of the rift came a roar filled with pain and rage. The sound shook the very atmosphere.

The black demonic blood poured down like a waterfall, but was completely evaporated in mid-air by Gu Qing's protective sword energy.

"What are you yelling about? It's so noisy."

Gu Qing frowned slightly, seemingly quite displeased with the noise.

He waved again.

This time, the sword energy was no longer a slash, but a sweep.

The dazzling sword light shot directly into the spatial rift, into the void world filled with monsters.

Rumble rumble rumble—

A dazzling white light shone from the other side of the crack.

The once densely packed horde of monsters suddenly emptied out. Countless severed limbs and broken pieces flew erratically in the void.

That single sword strike wiped out an entire army group blocking the entrance.

This is the difference between the Nascent Soul stage and the Divine Transformation stage (or even stronger).

This is the power of the Lord of Kunlun.

The apocalyptic scene that had just filled the students with despair vanished with a wave of Gu Qing's hand.

Gu Qing stared coldly at the crack that was slowly healing.

"Now that you're here, don't expect to leave unscathed."

He formed a hand seal, and countless golden runes flew toward the crack, like a series of large locks, sealing the hole tightly.

Just as the crack was about to close completely.

A mental wave filled with malice and curses emanated from the other end of the crack:

"Human...coordinates...locked..."

"The hunt...begins..."

hum!

The cracks have completely disappeared.

The sky returned to its azure blue, as if everything that had just happened was merely a nightmare.

Standing on the cloud, Gu Qing showed no joy despite defeating the powerful enemy.

He looked at the semi-transparent system panel that popped up in front of him, his brows furrowing slightly.

[System Announcement: The Void Vanguard Legion has been defeated.]

[WARNING: Earth's coordinates have been fully exposed.]

[Enemy strategy change: "Full Invasion" mode canceled, "Global Hunt" mode activated.]

Starting today, Void Rifts will randomly open in various locations around the world, dropping single-target hunting units.

Gu Qing remained silent for a moment, then turned to look at the group of students lying on the cloud platform behind him, covered in blood but with fanatical eyes.

He knew that his peaceful days were over.

Next came the true Void Cataclysm Era.

"Everyone has it."

With a flick of his sleeve, Gu Qing set off, and the cloud platform carrying everyone began to fly towards Kunlun Mountain.

"Return to the mountain to heal your wounds."

"And then... get ready to embrace the new world."