System: After the fortune telling, my cultivation level skyrocketed.

The Seven-Colored Stone Man exhausted its last reserves, with seven-colored blood mist seeping from the cracks in its crystals. It burned its life force to activate the power of its race's creation, and with each swing of its spear, it unleashed a devastating burst of light, blasting deep, bottomless holes into the rock walls.

Chen Xuan's formidable strength far exceeded the expectations of the Seven-Colored Stone Man.

The vitality of the Chaos Green Lotus, the foundation of the Nine-Nine-Fold Battle Glazed Body, the physical defense built up by several kinds of rare and precious materials, and the vast and boundless power of the Purple Mansion magic and divine power, allowed this extreme consumption to last for three to five days.

In contrast, the Seven-Colored Stone Man had just awakened from a slumber of millions of years, and its original essence had not yet been fully restored. Under such frenzied stimulation, spiderweb-like cracks had appeared on its crystal body.

Seeing that Chen Xuan's momentum remained undiminished, its crystal eyes finally ignited with a resentful crimson, and it let out a roar that shook the mountainside, the sound waves causing all the rocks suspended in mid-air to shatter.

"You human junior, if I can't wear you down, then I'll take you down with me!"

The seven-colored stone man suddenly threw out the half-step ancient ancestor level battle spear in his hand. The spear spun and turned into a seven-colored stream of light, tearing through the air and producing a sharp whistling sound, piercing straight into Chen Xuan's heart.

Then it transformed into a concentrated mass of seven-colored light and rushed over. Its arms suddenly transformed into seven crystal-clear seven-colored ribbons, the surface of which was engraved with strange runes, which wrapped around Chen Xuan's limbs and torso like venomous snakes.

The moment the threads tightened, causing the bones to creak, the seven-colored divine radiance surrounding it suddenly contracted into a single point. That point of light was so condensed that it seemed to tear through the void, like a star about to explode: "Explode!"

"boom--!"

The terrifying shockwave from the self-destruction swept through the entire cave like a tsunami, instantly heating the air to thousands of degrees and melting the rock walls into lava that flowed down the cave walls.

Chen Xuan was tightly bound by the seven-colored silk threads at the center of the explosion, bearing the full force at close range. His body was instantly shattered like porcelain—his upper body, left arm, head, and lower body were separated by a bang. Blood mixed with bits of flesh splattered onto the lava, making a sizzling sound, a truly miserable sight.

The seven divine phenomena collapsed in response, turning into countless points of light that vanished into nothingness.

Six Beiming swords flew out of his hand, their blades flipping and crashing into the rock wall amidst the shockwave. Three of them were embedded diagonally into the rock crevices, their blades still trembling in the aftershocks, emitting a faint hum, as if lamenting the tragic fate of their masters.

However, such injuries, which would have been fatal to a Celestial King, were not fatal to Chen Xuan.

The remaining head rolled beside the still-warm lava, its hair curled by the heat, yet it gazed at the scattered, still-warm fragments of the iridescent crystal and let out a hearty laugh:

"Hahaha! Victory! The bizarre creature comparable to a god-king has finally been worn down by me! From now on, I, Chen Xuan, can also compete with immortal kings and god-kings!"

The laughter shook the surface of the lava, and the ecstasy in his eyes overshadowed the excruciating pain of his shattered body.

The small tower hovered not far away, its runes dimming slightly—it had instinctively activated its defensive shield, but was also injured by the aftershocks of the self-destruction. Seeing Chen Xuan's head rolling on the ground, still laughing maniacally, it secretly clicked its tongue in astonishment.

"This kid is more terrifying than any eerie creature when he goes crazy."

With a thought, Chen Xuan sent out a streak of light from the storage magic treasure on the severed arm in the distance. The phantom of the Northern Underworld Immortal Mansion slowly landed, and a figure in white robes darted out, which was none other than the spirit beast Bai Li.

Upon Bai Li's appearance, she immediately saw the mangled body scattered on the ground and her master's head rolling on the floor. Tears streamed down her face as she rushed over, sobbing, and cried out in anguish, "Master!"

"Don't cry," Chen Xuan could only force a bitter smile and urge, his head unable to move, "Quickly gather my body together and reassemble it."

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"Yes!" Bai Li quickly wiped away her tears, and a gentle life force swirled around her fingertips, transforming into a white light that traversed the giant cave.

She swept her skirt across the rubble, carefully picking up the scattered fragments of the body, even wiping away the bloodstains, as if afraid of breaking her master's flesh.