Godslayer: You get two at the start, Supreme Divine Ruins.

At dawn on the third day, the battle situation took a sharp turn for the worse. Yang Jian's third Heavenly Eye was corroded by the slime of the restraining element, and golden divine blood meandered down his cheeks. The holy eye that could see through the three realms was now bloodshot, and distorted images were reflected in its pupil.

Nezha's Hun Tian Ling (a magical ribbon) writhed as if it were alive, and countless tiny tentacles grew from the originally flowing red ribbon, uncontrollably wrapping around his arm.

Even more chilling is Sun Wukong's golden cudgel, the surface of which is covered with fleshy bumps, constantly oozing black slime as it is swung.

The most terrifying sight occurred behind the battlefield. The corpses of the fallen heroes, upon contact with the black mist, began to twitch eerily, their bones emitting a sickening "crackling" sound, before swaying and rising again.

Eerie green flames ignited in their empty eye sockets, and inhuman roars emanated from their throats as they turned their weapons and charged toward their former comrades.

"Lin Xiao!" Wang Mian fell out of the time rift, half of his body corroded and mangled, the Wheel of Time shattered in two, "East Coast... Dragon Clan... completely wiped out..."

The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and saw a nauseating black fog churning at the horizon.

Thousands of dragons writhed in agony in the fog, their golden scales peeling off, and countless tiny eyes sprouting from the broken ends of their horns. The slime dripping from their sharp claws corroded the seawater, causing it to boil and churn.

Ao Bing led the Dragon Palace guards in an attempt to intercept them, but they were assimilated the moment they made contact and instantly transformed into twisted monsters.

The setting sun on the seventh day was like blood, turning the devastated battlefield into a mournful red.

Lin Xiao stood atop a hill piled high with corpses, gazing at the crumbling defense line. The once brilliant river of national destiny was now murky and turbid, like a winding, black python.

Of the ten major battle passes, only three remain, struggling to hold on. The runes on the city walls flicker and fade, like candles in the wind.

Lin Xiao looked down at the Pangu Axe in his hand. The fine cracks on the axe blade were like a spider web, and the light of the Creation Lotus had dimmed to the point of almost going out.

His spiritual energy was nearly depleted, and every breath he took carried the smell of blood.

"That's about it." A chaotic voice suddenly echoed between heaven and earth, carrying a mocking, cat-and-mouse tone. "How does this despair taste?"

Countless spatial rifts suddenly burst open like the fangs of a ferocious beast, and Azathoth's whispers resounded directly in everyone's minds.

The soldiers who were still fighting suddenly froze on the spot, their eyes turning black at a visible speed, and their mouths stretched uncontrollably to their ears, revealing eerie smiles.

Even a saint like Yuanshi Tianzun began to change; his whisk sprouted gleaming white fangs, and the hem of his Taoist robe wriggled and extended, transforming into countless tiny tentacles.

"Now!" Lin Xiao roared, summoning the Chaos Pearl. This supreme treasure, forged from the "Origin" world, erupted with dazzling light, enveloping the battlefield.

Nyx used the last of his dark power to stop the pursuers, Zhou Ping cleared the way with his sword, and Xiang Yu and Liu Bang carried the seriously injured and unconscious Bai Qi. The group fought and retreated.

The Celestial Venerable of Morality suddenly let out a long laugh, his entire body bursting into blue flames: "The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao!" The Taiji phantom exploded with a devastating shockwave, temporarily sealing the spatial rift.

As the last person stepped into the range of the Chaos Pearl, Lin Xiao bit his tongue and spat a mouthful of blood mixed with his primordial essence onto the pearl: "Origin Realm Guidance!"

The entire battlefield began to twist and deform, and everyone felt their bodies being pulled into a tunnel filled with flowing light and color.

In their final moments before disappearing, they saw the entire land of Great Xia swallowed by the black tide, and countless mutated creatures roaring victoriously at the sky.

Suddenly, a crack appeared in the sky of the Origin World, and the wounded crowd fell like raindrops.

Pure spiritual energy automatically gathered into clouds to support them, but a lingering gloom shrouded each of their faces.

Lin Xiao knelt on the white jade square, and the "Origin" world core appeared in his palm—in that golden sphere of light, only the last bit of pure national fortune golden light remained, stubbornly flickering.

"We...will go back." He gripped the core tightly, his knuckles turning white from the effort. From a distant dimension, Azathoth's laughter echoed through time and space, lingering like a persistent, insidious wound.

On the white jade plaza, Lin Xiao stood alone before the towering world barrier. Through the translucent barrier, countless genus-type creatures could be clearly seen gnawing at it with their sucker-covered tentacles. A viscous black liquid, like a living thing, meandered and crawled along the barrier, emitting a chilling "sizzling" sound.

Behind them, the soldiers who had just been purified lay on cloud beds formed by condensed spiritual energy, groaning in pain. Although their limbs had recovered, the fear in their eyes was like a lingering infection that could not be shaken off.

"This is the final elixir of peace." The Moral Celestial handed the jade bottle to Nyx, his voice hoarse.

The latter was using the power of darkness to soothe Lei Zhenzi, who was huddled in the corner. This once powerful Thunder God was now trembling like a frightened beast, and would let out a heart-wrenching scream whenever lightning flashed across the sky.

Lin Xiao raised his hand and summoned the Jade Disc of Creation, its bluish-green light illuminating the dilapidated Heavenly Court.

The jade disc slowly rotated, and three thousand Great Dao runes fell like rain. The polluted Southern Heavenly Gate convulsed violently in the blue light, and the fleshy growths on its surface fell off, revealing its original appearance of white jade and golden nails;

The broken execution platform sprang back together with a grating scraping sound, and the rusty guillotine blades once again gleamed with a chilling light.

The most difficult task was purifying living beings. Black blood kept seeping from Yang Jian's third eye, and the pupil of his third eye had already transformed into a compound eye of the element of restraint.

Nezha's lotus incarnation uncontrollably sprouted fleshy buds, and each lotus petal twisted and wriggled.

Even Sun Wukong's Ruyi Jingu Bang resisted purification, with countless Kryptonian eyeballs appearing on its body, constantly turning and looking around.

"Hold on!" Lin Xiao bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood mixed with the essence of creation onto the jade disc. The azure light suddenly surged, and Yang Jian suddenly let out a roar that was not human. The golden light bursting from the Heavenly Eye split the clouds within a hundred miles in two.

As the last wisp of black mist dissipated, the former God of Justice was covered in frost, and an unhealable crack remained in the third eye on his forehead.

"Is it worth it?" Fuxi's voice echoed in Lin Xiao's mind like a leech, "Instead of exhausting your life force to prolong their lives, it's better to save it to fight Azathoth."

Lin Xiao turned around abruptly, only to see Lin Wan'er comforting the dragons who had just been purified—although their golden scales had reappeared, pale golden dragon blood was still seeping from their broken horns.

Lin Wan'er walked slowly towards them, her plain white dress stained with specks of blood. She looked up, tears welling in her eyes: "Lin Xiao...can we really win? Will my elder brother...come back?"