Chapter 1239: My Dao

Chapter 568

“Tu Feng, step back.” He said lightly.

“Se…Senior…” Tu Feng’s voice trembled, but he gritted his teeth and retreated to the distance as instructed. He knew that in such a high-level battle, he couldn’t even withstand the aftermath.

Xue Wuyai seemed to enjoy this feeling of controlling everything. He spread his arms and said with a wicked smile, “I’ll give you a chance. Kneel, hand over everything you bid on, then break your Dao Foundation yourself and become a dog of my Blood Prison Star Sea. I can spare your life.”

The two Dao Ancestors behind him stepped forward, one on the left and one on the right.

Boom! Boom!

Two drastically different Dao Ancestor auras descended like two Ancient Divine Mountains!

One aura was full of blood and slaughter, as if it could drag one’s Divine Soul into an endless blood prison, to wallow forever.

The other aura was cold and eerie, with a corrosive presence that even made the Space Laws groan under the strain.

The combined pressure was enough to make any Initial Tier Dao Ancestor’s Heart Spirit collapse and Dao Heart forsake!

However, Xu Ran stood there like a tall pine, his expression unchanged. The terrifying pressure that could crush stars melted three feet in front of him like spring snow under scorching sun.

“Hmm?”

Both Dao Ancestor guards voiced their surprise.

Xue Wuyai’s smile also froze slightly.

“So, you’re determined to see the coffin before crying,” his patience seemed exhausted, his eyes flashed with murderous intent, “Blood Elder, Nether Elder, destroy him! I want to let him know what true Despair means!”

“Yes, Young Master!”

The Dao Ancestors known as Blood Elder and Nether Elder responded in unison.

In the next moment, both of them attacked simultaneously!

Blood Elder spread his five fingers, conjuring a colossal blood-red hand from nothingness, which roared with countless wailing souls and shattered worlds, bearing a terrifying stance to refine the heavens, snatching down at Xu Ran’s head!

“Blood Prison Refining Heaven Hand!”

Nether Elder meanwhile blurred into an elusive shadow, merging into the void. In an instant, countless black chains appeared around Xu Ran. Each chain bore runes of death and end, seemingly manifestations of the Underworld’s Laws, aiming to lock Xu Ran’s true spirit and body, dragging them into eternal Nirvana!

“Nine Nether Underworld Chains!”

These two well-known Dao Ancestors used techniques designed to ensure a kill at their first strike!

They coordinated seamlessly, one with overwhelming strength for direct crushing, the other creepily malevolent, sealing all escape routes.

This strike would instill fear in any Dao Ancestor in the Dark Sand Belt!

However, facing this world-destroying attack, Xu Ran just slowly raised his right hand and extended a finger.

A slender, white finger, as if carved from beautiful jade.

There was no earth-shattering momentum, no world-ending energy surge.

He simply pointed it lightly at the all-encompassing blood-red hand and the death chains dancing in the air.

“Sever.”

A single word left his lips gently.

The voice was not loud, yet it seemed like the sole Dao sound in the world, the Source of all methods, the voice of the end.

Buzz——

An invisible, intangible Sword Intent, seemingly transcending all things tangible, spread from his fingertip!

This Sword Intent was peculiar.

It wasn’t sharp, nor domineering, nor scorching, nor cold.

It gave people only one impression — “Wrong.”

As if its existence was the greatest subversion and… correction of this world, this cosmos!

Where the Sword Intent passed, time seemed severed.

Space seemed severed.

Causality seemed severed.

The blood-red hand composed of countless wailing souls and shattered worlds paused upon encountering this Sword Intent.

Then, all its Laws, all its Energy, all its Dao Rhythms began to transition from “existence” to “non-existence” at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The wailing souls, their faces frozen in eternal agony and resentment, along with the karma they bore, were erased together.

The floating shattered worlds lost their luster, their mass, and even their concept, turning into the purest “nothingness.”

In just a blink of an eye, the “Blood Prison Refining Heaven Hand” that would refine the stars… vanished.

Completely and utterly vanished, as if it had never appeared.

“Pah!”

Blood Elder felt as if struck by lightning, spurting out a mouthful of Dao Ancestor essence blood, his face turning pallid like paper. Horrified, he looked at his own hands, which were covered in web-like cracks, pure essence of a Dao Ancestor uncontrollably spilling out!

His Dao Foundation, his roots, the Dao he’d hard cultivated over several eras had been cleaved with a bone-deep crack by an incomprehensible force in that instant!

“My Dao… my cultivation…” Blood Elder screamed in utter terror.

On the other side, the countless “Nine Nether Underworld Chains” met the same fate.

When swept by that “wrong” Sword Intent, these chains born of the Law of Death seemed to lose their reason for “existence.” Their connection to the Underworld’s Death Law was severed by a single sword cut!

They ceased being manifestations of the Law, turning into a meaningless conglomeration of energy, then dissipated into nothing.