Chapter 564: [Profound Yellow Lord]

“It is over…”

The World Honored One’s voice was not loud, yet it clearly transmitted into the Heart and Spirit of every living being present.

The golden Buddha’s Hand slowly retracted. The “Swastika” Buddha Seal in its palm had grown dim, but the hand itself still exuded a supreme majesty capable of suppressing all eternity. The trajectory of its retraction left a lingering golden trail in the void; wherever the light passed, space collapsed layer by layer, revealing the churning chaotic air currents behind it.

The scene beneath the Buddha’s Hand was horrifying.

The entire Wuji Holy Sect, along with its foundation, the Taixu Mirror Heaven, ceased to exist. There were no ruins, no debris, not even a speck of dust left behind. There was only a pure, absolute nothingness that had swallowed whole that Demon Dao Sacred Land—stretching for tens of thousands of miles and boasting an inheritance spanning eons—along with its mountains, rivers, palaces, pavilions, and tens of thousands of disciples, pulverizing them completely. All it spat back out was this dark void from which not even light could escape.

The Mountain Protection Arrays, Guiding Immortal Lights, and phantom Restrictions laid down by successive generations of True Monarchs, which had originally hovered around the Holy Sect, now flickered unsteadily like candles in the wind. Ultimately, with a soft POOF, they completely collapsed, scattering as myriad motes of light that dissipated into the void before they could even hit the ground.

A single strike.

Just a single strike.

A full-force blow from the true body of a Dao King had completely erased the Champion of the Profound Yellow Demon Dao, a supreme Sect with an inheritance of countless millennia, from this Heaven and Earth.

Silence. A deathly silence shrouded the entire battlefield.

Desolate Halberd Splitting Sky True Monarch gripped his deformed Great Halberd, his knuckles turning white from the force. He stared fixedly at the emptiness where the Wuji Holy Sect used to be, his lips pressed tightly together. The ferocious scar on his face twitched slightly as his muscles tensed.

Behind him, the surviving Holy Sect Disciples, Elders, and even some Cultivators from vassal Sects who had not evacuated in time stood frozen, their faces ashen. Some had their mouths wide open, seemingly trying to shout, but could not produce a sound. Others trembled all over with unfocused eyes, their Dao Hearts on the verge of collapse.

The “Gui Wu” Dao Rhyme surrounding the True Monarch of No Dao Extreme Law violently fluctuated for a moment before he forcefully suppressed it. He slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath. By the time he opened them again, nothing remained in his gaze but a profound, icy coldness. However, the faint trembling of his sleeves betrayed that his heart was far from being as calm as he appeared.

“Amitabha.”

The World Honored One’s voice resonated once more, still magnificent and vast, yet lacking the previous indifference, now carrying an indescribable implication. It was the tone of confirming that the prey had fallen into the trap, that the obstacles had been cleared, and that the ripe fruit—which had swayed on the branch for eons—was finally ready to be harvested.

“The Profound Yellow Origin…” The World Honored One’s voice paused slightly, as if savoring those four words. “It is truly marvelous.

“Pity, you ultimately failed to truly control it.

“Now that your reliance is gone and the origin has backfired, my young friend, what else can you do?”

Following the World Honored One’s words, the remaining six rifts atop the Celestial Vault simultaneously stirred. The auras of the seven Dao Kings intertwined.

The entire Celestial Vault—no, the entirety of the Profound Yellow Origin Realm—let out groans of overwhelming burden under the shroud of these seven supreme wills. The earth trembled, mountains and rivers shifted their courses, Spiritual Qi rioted, and the Laws wailed.

Countless Cultivators who had yet to reach the True Monarch realm, regardless of where they were in the Profound Yellow Origin Realm, felt as if a giant mountain were pressing down upon their chests. Their Dao Foundations destabilized and their Magical Power stagnated. Some with weaker Cultivation immediately fainted on the spot.

The twilight of the Profound Yellow seemed to have truly arrived.

True Monarch Shen Yi stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Feng Xi True Monarch in the distant void. He looked at Qi Yun, who was firmly locked onto by the auras of the seven Dao Kings, and gazed at the nothingness that had devoured the Wuji Holy Sect. He then glanced toward the stirring rifts upon the Celestial Vault. The light in his eyes flickered intensely before ultimately settling into a deep, somber gloom. His lips moved slightly, as if wanting to say something to Feng Xi True Monarch beside him, but in the end, he remained silent.

“The origin is about to dissipate, and the Dao Fruit is ripening,” she murmured to herself, her voice so low that only Shen Yi beside her could hear it. “It is time.”

True Monarch Shen Yi slowly nodded. His fingers, hidden within his sleeves, quietly formed an ancient and secretive Spell.

Just as the auras of the seven Dao Kings peaked, and they were about to attack simultaneously to carve up this final feast and plunder the Profound Yellow Origin—

THRRUMMMM!!!!!

A reverberation so vast and ancient it defied description descended with a deafening crash from the infinitely high Celestial Vault without any warning!

That was no mere sound, but the vibration of “existence” itself! It was the resonance of the “Dao”! It was the harmonious trembling of the “Laws”!

In that split second, everything within the entire Profound Yellow Origin Realm—regardless of location, regardless of Cultivation level, regardless of whether it was animate or inanimate—”heard” this tremor!

Suspended high above the Profound Yellow, the Supreme Realm Heaven that nurtured the eternal Dao Fruit and symbolized the root of the Ten Thousand Laws across all heavens—the All Marvelous Heaven—trembled violently!

The silhouette of the All Marvelous Heaven, which had previously been faintly discernible as it lay obscured by chaotic air currents and myriad Dao Rhymes, abruptly became incredibly clear and real in this moment!

It was as if it had violently “smashed” into reality from a supremely high dimension. The sense of existence brought about by its boundless and colossal volume instantly overpowered the terrifying pressure jointly emitted by the seven Dao Kings!

Inside the All Marvelous Heaven, the phantom of the Profound Yellow Treasure Tree—which had taken root in nothingness, its branches extending boundlessly, its leaves forming Realm Heavens, and its fruits forming worlds—swayed madly!

Countless leaves rustled, and billions of fruits flickered unsteadily. The entire Treasure Tree exuded a contradictory aura of being stretched to its absolute limits, yet simultaneously radiating new life.