Chapter 414 - 413: The Exotic Realm’s Final Collapse, The Heavens Tremble

The Demon King leaned forward, his glowing eyes fixed upon the Saintess.

"I am untouchable! HAHAHAHAHA!"

The Demon King’s laughter continued to ring out over the shattered Nine Provinces, a chilling testament to the chaotic new reality in which cultivation was suppressed, opportunity could emerge from catastrophe, and even the smallest advantage could become a weapon capable of changing the balance of power.

Bai Qingyue remained silent, her gaze fixed upon the demon’s four iridescent wings. She had lost the Dao Fish, but she had not forgotten the law’s nature, and the Weapon Spirit was already analyzing the subtle fluctuations in space surrounding the avian creature.

Ku Ming landed beside her, his golden eyes narrowed as he examined the demon’s transformation. "That law is dangerous. Even with his cultivation restricted, the demon’s speed may allow him to evade attacks that would otherwise be unavoidable."

Bai Qingyue nodded. "Then we must not treat him as an ordinary Demon King. His physical strength is still limited by the world’s restrictions, but the law he acquired may allow him to bypass those restrictions in ways we have not yet understood."

Lin Yuan arrived beside them, his expression calm as he looked toward the spire. The death of Bai Sha had already demonstrated the danger of underestimating an enemy whose abilities were governed by a principle that ordinary cultivation could not easily overcome, and the Dao of Absolute Zenith presented another problem that could not be solved through brute force alone.

The avian Demon King noticed his arrival and spread his wings even wider. "Come closer, human. You can watch me test my new law before I decide whether to take your head as well."

Lin Yuan did not respond to the provocation. His gaze moved from the demon’s wings to the spatial ripples surrounding his body, and the faint light within his eyes revealed that he was already examining the relationship between the demon’s new comprehension and the damaged laws of the Nine Provinces.

The demon’s laughter faltered slightly under that calm scrutiny.

Although the broken laws of the Nine Provinces had suppressed his cultivation to the Peak of the Nascent Soul realm, the purity of the Dao he had devoured allowed him to display a speed that surpassed the expectations of even Void Refinement experts.

He could feel it with every movement of his wings. The distance between two points no longer carried the same meaning it once had, and the invisible barriers that had restricted his movement seemed little more than suggestions. A single beat of his wings could compress the space before him, while the Dao of Absolute Velocity allowed him to cross that compressed distance before the surrounding spiritual Qi had time to react.

His body had become a vessel for a supreme law, and although his cultivation remained suppressed, the authority he wielded was anything but ordinary.

The greed that had filled his eyes moments earlier disappeared beneath a more practical instinct. He had already obtained an extraordinary opportunity, and remaining on the battlefield to compete for additional Dao Fishes would only expose him to unnecessary danger.

There were still countless demons fighting desperately below, and the cultivators were equally unwilling to surrender the remaining treasures. He had no intention of becoming trapped in their struggle merely because his newfound power had made him feel invincible.

With one effortless beat of his pristine white wings, the avian Demon King vanished from his original position. A thin line of iridescent light flashed across the sky, and the violent winds left in his wake tore through the clouds.

He did not descend toward the Grand Court, nor did he spare a glance for the cultivators who had been desperately trying to seize the remaining treasures. His destination was the enormous spatial rift hanging above the battlefield, where the bruised-purple miasma of the Hollow Beyond churned like an endless abyss.

The avian Demon King crossed the remaining distance in an instant. To the ordinary cultivators watching from below, it seemed as though the heavens had swallowed him, leaving only a brief distortion in the air.

Yet those with sufficiently sharp spiritual perception could sense the extraordinary spatial fluctuations trailing behind him. He had not merely flown quickly. He had used the laws of space and velocity to turn a journey that should have taken hours into a single, uninterrupted movement.

A moment later, he plunged through the bleeding rift and disappeared into the Hollow Beyond. The iridescent light surrounding his body flickered once before vanishing into the purple miasma, carrying the supreme movement Dao of the ancient Exotic Realm back into the abyss. Whatever battles awaited him there, the avian Demon King had already secured a prize that countless powerful beings would willingly risk their lives to obtain.

Below, the battlefield remained in chaos. Demons continued fighting over the remnants of the Dao Fishes, while the surviving cultivators attempted to protect their wounded companions and escape the worst of the slaughter.

Some still stared toward the sky, unwilling to accept that the extraordinary creatures they had witnessed falling from the Exotic Realm were disappearing one after another. Others had already abandoned the pursuit of treasure, realizing that surviving the next few moments was far more important than obtaining another fragment of the Great Dao.

However, their desperation was about to become meaningless.

High above the Nine Provinces, the enormous translucent bubble that had contained the Exotic Realm began to tremble. Its surface had already been fractured by the overwhelming force of the Demon Emperor who had emerged from the Hollow Beyond, and the damage had spread far beyond the visible cracks.

Countless intricate spatial patterns flickered across its surface, each one representing a fundamental law that had helped sustain the ancient dimension. Now, those patterns were collapsing in rapid succession.

At first, the changes were almost imperceptible. The shifting colors within the bubble grew dimmer, and the strange lights that had illuminated the heavens began to lose their brilliance.

Then a series of deep, muffled sounds spread across the sky, resembling the groaning of an ancient structure that had finally reached the end of its existence. The remaining spatial patterns flickered violently, struggling to preserve a dimension whose foundation had already been irreparably damaged.

The Exotic Realm had existed for countless years, surviving through ages that had witnessed the rise and fall of powerful cultivators, ancient bloodlines, and entire dynasties. Its existence had never depended on ordinary spiritual Qi alone.

It was sustained by a unique arrangement of spatial laws, with its internal environment compressed and stabilized through principles that the cultivators of the Nine Provinces could barely understand. Yet even such an extraordinary structure could not survive when its foundational integrity had been destroyed.

The final moment arrived without warning.