Chapter 1240: My Dao (Part 2)

“No! This is impossible!”

Ming Lao’s silhouette fell out from the void, his condition even more miserable than Xue Lao. His body was “decaying” in a peculiar manner.

Not the decay of flesh, but the decay of “existence.”

His left hand became transparent and then vanished.

His right foot turned into light particles, then was obliterated.

His Dao Ancestor physique, his body impervious to thousands of tribulations, seemed to be slowly erased from the scroll of time!

“What Dao is this?! What sword is this?!” Ming Lao let out a desperate howl, frantically circulating the Dao Ancestor source within him, trying to prevent this “erasure,” only to find everything was futile.

That Sword Intent severed his connection to the “past”! He was completely being erased from the “now” that he existed!

A single finger.

Just one finger.

Two Dao Ancestor-level experts, who dominated the Black Sand Belt for years—one had their Dao Foundation slashed, cultivation plummeted; the other had their existence erased, about to completely return to nothingness!

This scene made the dozens of Dao Ancestors watching from afar collectively lose their voices.

Their Divine Thought trembled violently with extreme fear at this moment.

“Monster… This is a monster!”

“What power is that? Not Dao! I’ve never seen such bizarre, such unreasonable power!”

“Severing cause and effect, erasing existence… Could this be the fabled power of ‘Great Ruin’ that only appears at the end of an era?!”

And as the instigator of all this, Xu Ran, maintained a demeanor of casual calmness.

He withdrew his finger, his gaze over the two already disfigured Dao Ancestors, falling upon Xue Wuya, who was pale-faced and shaking like a leaf.

“Now, do you think it’s your stupidity, or mine?”

His plain voice fell on Xue Wuya’s ears like Divine Thunder from the Nine Heavens, causing his Divine Soul to shatter!

“You… You… Who are you?!” Xue Wuya’s voice carried a sobbing tone. All his pride, all his dignity, all his reliance was crushed to dust before the knowledge-overturning finger.

“Who I am is not important.” Xu Ran walked towards him slowly, “What’s important is, your father owes me a debt. Since you’ve come up to me willingly, I’ll collect some interest first.”

“My father?! You… You know the Master of Blood Prison?!” Xue Wuya was completely dumbfounded.

“Don’t know him.” Xu Ran shook his head, “But I recognize his scent.”

Before the words even fell, he was already before Xue Wuya.

“No… Don’t kill me!” Xue Wuya finally collapsed, sensing an unprecedented death crisis, “My father is the Master of Blood Prison! If you kill me, he won’t spare you! He… he’s above Dao Ancestors!”

“Above Dao Ancestors?” Xu Ran’s mouth curled into a barely noticeable sneer, “So what?”

He reached out, ignoring the protective Magical Treasures erupting from Xue Wuya. Those treasures capable of resisting a full strike from a Dao Ancestor were fragile as foam before his palm, shattering upon touch.

His hand gently pressed on Xue Wuya’s top of the skull.

“Ah—!”

Xue Wuya let out a heart-wrenching scream.

From his body, streams of extraordinarily pure blood-colored source were forcibly extracted by Xu Ran, condensing into a fist-sized, ruby-like radiant blood-colored Crystal Core.

This was his “Blood Prison Divine Body” source, the supreme foundation that his father forged with countless heavenly materials and earthly treasures!

Without this source Crystal Core, Xue Wuya would fall from a favored child of the heavens to utter insignificance!

“No… My Divine Body… My source…” Xue Wuya slumped to the ground, his breath declining at a terrifying speed, his eyes filled with endless despair and resentment.

Xu Ran pocketed the source Crystal Core, not bothering to look at him again.

He turned around, speaking to the void calmly, “You’ve watched enough?”

At his words, the Dao Ancestors hidden in the dark withdrew their Divine Thoughts at the fastest speed, as if encountering a venomous snake, no longer daring to spy in the slightest.

In an instant, this sealed world was left with only Xu Ran, Xue Wuya slumped on the ground, Xue Lao with his Dao Foundation severed, and Ming Lao on the brink of complete disappearance.

Oh, and Tu Feng far away, already scared out of his wits, forgetting even how to breathe.

“Let’s go.”

Xu Ran waved to Tu Feng, as if he had just done a trivial task, turned, and stepped into the air.

…

In an inconspicuous cave dwelling in Broken Star City.

Tu Feng remained in a lost state, everything he had witnessed today had completely overturned his understanding of “power.”

A finger disabled two Dao Ancestors!

In casual conversation, demoted the Young Master of the Blood Prison Star Sea to mortal dust!

What formidable divine might is this? What tyranny is this?

He looked at Xu Ran, who sat cross-legged in front of him, calmly studying a piece of dark-gold flesh, his eyes filled with fervent awe and reverence.

Xu Ran ignored him, all his Heart Spirit immersed in the two items before him.

That immortal remnant, under the shroud of his Sword Intent, had its surface restriction long dissipated. Pure to the extreme, forceful to the extreme “power” emanated from it.

This was not the Power of Laws, nor the Power of Dao, but a more fundamental, more ancient force.

Xu Ran’s fingertips lightly traced over the surface of the flesh.

In his mind, it was as if a scene appeared.

It was the boundless sea of chaos, a towering giant standing against the heavens, wielding an indescribably enormous axe, engaged in battle with something…

That scene, ancient, desolate, majestic to the extreme.

No sound, no color, only the purest black and white, and an axe light that pierced through all concepts.

The giant’s opponent was a piece of… “nothingness.”

Not void, not hollow, but a conceptual “nothing.” It devoured everything, time, chaos, existence itself, all being assimilated by it.

Every stroke of the axe seemed to open up a new era, revealing the billions of principles of life and death. And each writhing of the “nothingness” seemed to drag a newly born cosmos back to primordial deathly silence.

This was a war beyond understanding, beyond time and space.

Xu Ran only saw the last, most tragic corner of this war.

The giant’s body, under the erosion by “nothingness,” began to collapse. His arms, his legs, his torso… all disintegrating into the most primal particles, returning to chaos.

But he did not retreat in the slightest, his eyes burning with unyielding battle intent and the resolve of a guardian.

Finally, he burned out all that he was, swung his last axe!

That axe cleaved through chaos and also cleaved through that piece of “nothing.”

A gleam of golden blood splashed from his crumbling body, pierced through endless Space-Time Barriers, and fell towards the unknown downstream.

The scene ended here.

Xu Ran slowly opened his eyes, the waves in his gaze more surging than when he heard of the “Endless Ancient Road” before.

“Pan…” he softly uttered an ancient syllable, filled with infinite remembrance and… respect.

So it was.

This piece of so-called “immortal remnant” didn’t originate from any being above Dao Ancestors but from that ancient pioneer who cleaved the heavens and earth.

No wonder it held not laws, nor Dao, but the purest, most foundational “power.” That was the root force of creation and destruction!

It was “before the Dao,” “mother of the laws!”

“Senior… Are you… Are you alright?” Tu Feng cautiously asked from the side.

He saw Xu Ran’s aura just now, once becoming ancient and desolate to the extreme, as though transforming into a deity from the dawn of epochs, that pressure almost made him kneel, even his Divine Soul trembled.

“I’m fine.”

Xu Ran withdrew his Heart Spirit, his gaze returning to that piece of dark-golden flesh.

This remnant meant a lot to him.