Chaos Dao Sheng Jue

"A diversionary tactic!" Nezha realized as well. "Those pursuers aren't after us, they're just trying to hold us back! The real attack is from Tianyuan!"

Lu Chen's face turned ashen; he had also realized this.

They fought desperately all night, killing more than a dozen Dao Integration Realm experts. Gu Tingyuan sacrificed his life to cover their retreat.

As it turned out, their target wasn't them at all!

The crimson beam of light grew brighter and brighter, and a deep rumble came from the direction of Tianyuan, causing even the ground beneath their feet to tremble.

Fang Xinyi grabbed Lu Chen's arm, her voice trembling, "Are we... still going to Tianyuan?"

Lu Chen looked at the streak of blood, then turned to the direction of the now completely silent, abandoned palace behind him.

There, Gu Tingyuan's presence had completely vanished.

The time he bought with his life was not for them to escape.

It is so that they still have a chance to prevent a greater disaster.

"Go." Lu Chen's voice was hoarse but firm. "Go now."

He then turned and disappeared from the spot. Nezha and Fang Xinyi exchanged a glance, said nothing, and followed closely behind him in an instant.

In an instant, three figures rushed towards the direction of Tianyuan, facing the soaring blood light.

Behind them, in the ruins of the palace, only corpses remained.

And a hunched back, finally collapsing.

The wind swept through the ruins, stirring up a cloud of dust that landed on the old man who would never open his eyes again.

A hint of relief played on his lips.

At this moment, a crimson pillar of light pierced the heavens and the earth, and even from hundreds of miles away, one could clearly feel the violence and madness contained within it.

Lu Chen and his two companions sprinted forward with all their might, trying to reach Tianyuan as soon as possible.

"How much further?" Nezha asked in a hoarse voice.

"Two hundred li." Lu Chen gritted his teeth.

Two hundred li is nothing more than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn for them.

The sky grew darker and darker.

It wasn't nightfall, but rather the deathly aura surging from the direction of Tianyuan that blocked out the sunlight. That deathly aura spread like a tide, leaving withered vegetation and devastation in its wake.

The closer you get to the Heavenly Abyss, the denser the deathly aura in the air becomes. It's a power that corrodes life, and every breath feels like swallowing a knife.

Fine cracks began to appear on Lu Chen and the others' skin, a result of being corroded by the death energy. They all circulated their internal energy to resist.

However, the power of death energy was terrifying, and even though the group had tried their best to resist, it was still a drop in the ocean.

On Nezha's lotus body, the seven cracks began to bleed again. His face was ashen, yet he gritted his teeth and remained silent.

One hundred li.

Fifty li.

Thirty li.

Finally, the abyss was in sight.

It was a colossal abyss, as if carved out by a meteorite from outer space. Over a thousand miles in diameter, its depths unfathomable, its edges riddled with countless spatial rifts, like an eternal scar etched into the earth.

At this moment, the abyss is spewing out crimson light.

Within the light, a massive altar could be vaguely seen—the very one where Gu Tingyuan had previously set up the blood sacrifice array. Around the altar, eight figures sat cross-legged, their hands forming hand seals and chanting incantations.

It was those eight Dao Integration Realm experts who "went in the wrong direction"!

They didn't go in the wrong direction at all; their goal from the very beginning was Tianyuan!

In the center of the altar, a dark, writhing shadow was slowly taking shape. The shadow had no fixed form, yet it exuded a nauseating, putrid stench.

Lu Chen recognized it at a glance as the prototype of the embodiment of evil!

Although Hades was defeated, the tricks it left behind are using the dormant, lifeless origin deep within the Abyss to nurture a new "incarnation of evil"!

"Stop them!" Lu Chen roared, brandishing his greatsword, the God-Slaying Blade, and charged toward the altar.

Seeing this, Fang Xinyi grabbed his wrist. Her hand was cold and thin, but she gripped it tightly.

"Your current condition... going there would be suicide..."

“We still have to go,” Lu Chen said. “If that thing takes shape, the entire Divine Domain will be destroyed.”

Fang Xinyi looked at him, something flickering in her eyes.

Then, she let go.

"Come back alive."

Lu Chen nodded, then stood up and looked at Nezha.

"You stay and take care of her."

Nezha frowned: "What do you mean? You want me to just stand here and watch?"

“Don’t just stand by and watch.” Lu Chen took out the Netherworld Yin-Yang Mirror and put it into Nezha’s hand. “If I fail to stop her, take her away immediately, as far west as possible.”

Nezha gripped the mirror, his face ashen.

"Lu Chen, you—"

"There's no time to argue." Lu Chen turned to face the altar. "I promise you I will come back alive."

Then he took a deep breath and took a step forward.

A surge of divine energy burned wildly within his body—his last remaining strength. He increased his speed to its limit, transforming into a golden streak of light as he hurtled straight toward the altar.

On the altar, all eight people looked up at the same time.

The leader was a gaunt old man with a hooked nose, triangular eyes, and his face covered with eerie blood-red runes. When he saw Lu Chen, a mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Oh, they really came? A little faster than expected."

He raised his hand and waved it gently.

The spatial rifts around the altar suddenly fluctuated violently!

Countless fragments of space flew out from the cracks, coalescing in the air to form a transparent barrier that enveloped the entire altar!

Lu Chen slammed headfirst into the barrier and was bounced back violently!

He rolled to the ground, regaining his balance as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

"A spatial barrier?" Lu Chen gritted his teeth. "You were prepared for this?"

The old man with the hooked nose laughed: "Of course. You really think we made this on a whim? The plan began the moment you entered the Nirvana Forbidden Land."

He pointed to the shadow taking shape in the center of the altar.

"Although Lord Hades was defeated by you, its will has already merged into the depths of the Abyss. We only need to awaken that will with the power of blood sacrifice, and then use the lifeless essence of the Abyss as nourishment—"

“A new ‘incarnation of evil’ will be born.”

He paused, his smile growing increasingly sinister.

"At that time, the entire Divine Realm will become its food. And you people won't even qualify as food."

Lu Chen did not answer; he stood up and stared at the spatial barrier.

With the divine energy infused into his greatsword, the God-Slaying Blade unleashed a terrifying aura, and he then unleashed the eighth move of the Primordial Nine Blades—Tear!

With a single strike, heaven and earth were turned upside down, time and space were disrupted, and in an instant, the void was shattered, its momentum as powerful as a rainbow.

With a single strike, the vast expanse of space was torn apart, the Milky Way surged forth, and the sword swept across the land, tearing apart every inch of space it touched in an instant, leaving no room for escape.

Countless cracks instantly appeared in the sky, like a harbinger of the end of the world, each crack containing the power to change the world.

With a single slash, a violent blade of light slammed into the barrier! The barrier trembled violently, and a tiny crack appeared.

But that's about it.

The eight people didn't even glance at him, continuing to focus on the ritual on the altar.

The shadow had already condensed into a human-shaped outline.

Lu Chen unleashed his second strike, widening the crack slightly.

The third cut.

The fourth cut.

The fifth cut.

Each cut worsened his injuries.

Each strike consumed his last bit of divine energy.

When the seventh strike was delivered, he could no longer hold on and knelt on one knee, gasping for breath.

The cracks in the barrier are already as thick as an arm…