Novel Full Chapter 3086 - 3086: The Battle of The New Era (4)
“The fusion of Creation and Uncreation into this… primordial Chaos. It is a power that should not exist. It is an aberration. But an effective one.” Yin spoke further.
Then, his expression hardened into something truly terrifying. “It seems I have been too lenient. I have treated this as a game, a diversion after eons of boredom. I forgot that even a rat, when cornered, can bite.”
He spread his arms wide. “Let me show you what it truly means to be a force born with the universe itself.”
There was no grand gathering of energy. There was only a… release. A lifting of restraints.
The void around Yin deepened. It was not an expansion of darkness; it was an intensification of absence. He became a focal point of absolute negation, and the universe responded.
The few remaining stars within millions of light-years, which had somehow survived the initial shockwaves, were snuffed out. Not exploded, not pulled in—they were devoured. Their light, their mass, their energy, their very history was simply erased, drawn into the infinite hunger that Yin now represented.
The space around him became a perfect, expanding sphere of nothing so absolute it made the previous dead zones seem vibrant by comparison.
His Uncreation aura wasn’t just radiating; it was consuming. It spread outwards at an immeasurable speed, an event horizon of oblivion that swallowed galaxies whole.
Countless lives, entire civilizations that had just been reborn in the universe’s recent renaissance, were extinguished in an instant, without even a moment to realize their end. Their existence was retroactively unmade, as if they had never been.
Nian Shi, for the first time since his ascension, felt a tremor that was not of excitement, but of genuine caution. The sheer, raw, scale of the power emanating from Yin was staggering.
This was not a technique. This was Yin simply being at his full capacity. This was the true Chasm of Uncreation, the equal and opposite of the Creator at her peak.
The power of a primordial born with the cosmos was indeed not something to be underestimated.
He could no longer afford to be arrogant or dismissive. The time for testing was over.
With a thought, he summoned the God Slaying Sword.
CLANG!
The obsidian blade materialized in his hand, but it was no longer the same weapon. Infused with his chaotic energy, it hummed with a dissonant, terrifying song. Its edge seemed to blur, not because it was moving, but because it existed in a state between sharpness and dullness, between existence and non-existence.
“Come then,” Nian Shi said, his voice low and serious. “Let us see if your age-old void can withstand the chaos of a new era.”
The final, truly epic battle began.
Yin moved first. He didn’t approach. He simply pointed, and a wave of absolute nothingness, a tide of un-creation that could dissolve concepts, swept towards Nian Shi.
Nian Shi met it with the God Slaying Sword. He didn’t slash; he held the blade before him. The chaotic energy surrounding it created a zone of unstable reality that the wave of nothingness could not properly interact with.
The tide split around him, devouring the space to his left and right, but leaving him untouched in a fragile bubble of chaotic potential.
But the force of the tide was immense. Nian Shi was pushed back, his feet—or rather, the space where his feet were—skidding across the void.
He retaliated. He lunged forward, the God Slaying Sword leaving a trail of shimmering grey energy. He thrust it towards Yin’s heart.
Yin didn’t dodge. He caught the blade between his palms. The moment the chaotic metal touched his skin, a silent, catastrophic reaction occurred.
CRACKLE!
The space for light-years around them shattered like glass. A whole cluster of galaxies that had been hovering at the edge of the conflict simply vanished, not devoured, but erased from the cosmic record, as if the page they were written on had been torn out.
The shockwave from the clash was pure, kinetic annihilation.
Nian Shi pressed the attack, his movements a blur. Each swing of the God Slaying Sword was a paradox made manifest. A slash that promised both infinite life and instant death. A thrust that was both the beginning and the end of time.
Yin defended with an economy of motion that was breathtaking. His hands moved, not to block, but to accept and nullify. Each time the sword came near, he would redirect its chaotic energy, sending it spiraling off into the void where it would unmake a distant star system or create a temporary, insane pocket dimension that immediately collapsed in on itself.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Every clash was a cataclysm. With every impact, a galaxy died. With every parry, a nebula was unmade. The battlefield was the entire cosmos, and they were tearing it apart with every exchange.
The lives lost were beyond number, beyond comprehension. They were statistical casualties in a war between two gods who saw the universe as their chessboard.
It was a battle beyond the understanding of any god, any mortal, any being that had ever lived. It was the struggle for the very definition of reality itself.
Nian Shi was a being of supreme adaptability. As the cataclysmic exchanges continued, he began to process the flow of the battle, analyzing Yin’s methods of nullification.
Relying solely on the raw, unpredictable power of Chaos was potent, but it was also wasteful and, against an opponent of this caliber, sometimes inefficient.
A cold, calculating light gleamed in his mismatched eyes. He had not just stolen Yun Lintian’s body and power; he had absorbed all of his memories, his experiences, his combat instincts. The original owner’s fighting style was a treasure trove of versatile, synergistic techniques. Why not use them?
“Your void is vast, Yin,” Nian Shi taunted, his voice cutting through the silent destruction as he parried a wave of nothingness with the God Slaying Sword. “But can it withstand a symphony of endings?”
As he spoke, he shifted his stance. The pure chaotic grey around the God Slaying Sword rippled, and then, it began to change.
ROOOOAR!