Chapter 380: Lone Battle Against the Void God

Silver light receded like a tide, but the aura of the four Void Gods still hung above their heads, like a sword leaving them breathless.

Wang Ping held Jiu Er, silent for a long time.

The child in his arms slept deeply, tiny brows furrowed, as if still worrying in dreams. Her breath was steady, but the terrifying spatial fluctuation had completely stilled—she was exhausted, exhausted to the point of lacking even the strength to stay awake.

"Leave it to me."

Bai Cao Xianzi took Jiu Er, emerald light enveloping the child: "She has overexerted herself, no threat to her life. But from now on, she can never leave this void."

Wang Ping felt a pang of sorrow, but had no time to grieve—the four strands of silver aura, though retreated, had not vanished. They awaited news of Jiu Er's weakness, awaiting the next attack.

"At most three days." Cang Xuan said coldly.

Wang Ping nodded.

But in the next moment, everyone's faces changed.

A gaunt Void God flew alone toward the fragments of the Immortal Palace.

He stopped a thousand zhang away, his gaze sweeping over layers of ruins, over the warriors standing ready, and finally landing on Wang Ping.

"Come out. Alone."

His voice was hoarse, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears.

Cang Xuan pressed his sword hilt: "Don't go, he's provoking you."

"I know." Wang Ping said softly, "but if I don't go, the next to come will be the four Void Gods united. Then everyone will die."

He turned and looked behind him.

Cang Xuan, Yu Liuli, Xuan Gui Zunzhe, Bai Cao Xianzi, Yun Hao, and three hundred seventy-two refugee warriors.

He looked at them and smiled.

"Everyone, wait for my return."

He stepped forward and flew toward that Void God.

A hundred zhang out, Wang Ping stopped. The Chaos Domain unfolded silently, all laws within three hundred zhang under his control.

The Void God's eyes flashed with surprise: "You really dare to come alone."

Wang Ping gripped the Chaos Tribulation Sword, silent.

"You have guts. Too bad the brave often die fastest."

He raised his hand, silver light spreading—Order Domain. Where it passed, the void solidified into crystal, not frozen, but 'ordered,' brought under absolute control. The laws within Wang Ping's domain began to slow and stiffen.

The two domains collided head-on. Chaos and silver light intertwined and annihilated; at the collision's center, the void collapsed and twisted.

The Void God's brow slightly furrowed. He had thought an early-stage Void God could crush a Nascent Soul Great Perfection in a snap of the fingers, but this Chaos Domain's toughness far exceeded expectations—though suppressed and compressed, it did not collapse.

On the contrary, it was 'seeping' into his Order Domain.

Chaos embraces all things. Order, too, is among all things.

The Void God's expression shifted slightly: "The Way of Chaos is indeed strange. But the gap in realm cannot be filled by this little cleverness."

He struck out with a palm.

A silver palm print blotted out the sky, tearing Wang Ping's Chaos Domain apart as it passed. The Heaven-Overturning Seal flew out to block; amid a tremendous boom, the crack widened again. Wang Ping grunted, flew back dozens of zhang, and spat a mouthful of blood.

But he did not stop. As he flew backward, his Chaos Domain unfolded again, the Lunar Yin Silence and Extinction Cold Tide surging like a tide toward the Void God.

A silver light wall stood before him. The cold tide struck it, unable to break through in the slightest.

"Is that all you've got?"

Another palm, stronger than the first.

Wang Ping gritted his teeth; Chaos True Fire became a fire dragon lunging at the Void God. The flames struck the light wall, yet still could not break through.

The Void God grew impatient: "A Nascent Soul is still a Nascent Soul. No matter how exquisite the calculations, against absolute power it's futile."

He formed seals with both hands, silver light condensing into a hundred-zhang light sword. Countless runes flowed across the blade, each a law, a terrifying power capable of erasing a Nascent Soul.

Order Sword—one of the strongest killing techniques of a Void God.

Wang Ping's pupils contracted. It was power enough to utterly erase him, the strongest strike he faced.

But he did not retreat.

Behind him were the people he must protect.

He took a deep breath, the Chaos Domain contracting fully—from three hundred zhang to three zhang. The domain, compressed to its limit, became denser and stronger. The Heaven-Overturning Seal hovered above his head, the Chaos Tribulation Sword held before him.

"Come."

The light sword descended.

The Heaven-Overturning Seal rose to meet it—shattering with a boom into countless fragments scattering outward. Wang Ping spat a mouthful of blood, his whole body flung backward.

But the shattering of the Heaven-Overturning Seal bought him a sliver of life.

As he flew backward, the Chaos Tribulation Sword thrust forward.

This sword bore no fancy moves, no complex laws—just a simple thrust.

But this thrust contained all his lifelong cultivation—the Way of Chaos, the Way of Life and Death, the Way of Protection. Where the sword light passed, the power of the Order Sword was quietly dissolved. Not a head‑on clash, but Chaos embracing Order, the formless dispelling the formed.

The Void God's expression finally changed.

"This is…"

He had no time to think, retreating with all his might—but the sword light was faster.

"Pfft—"

The Chaos Tribulation Sword pierced three cun into his chest. Though blocked by his protective light, the sword's Chaos power had already entered his body.

The Void God grunted, a palm sending Wang Ping flying.

He lowered his gaze to the wound. Though small, chaotic light quietly spread around it, eroding his Order essence.

His face was grim beyond compare.

He lifted his head, looking toward the distant youth drenched in blood yet still standing.

Wang Ping was in a miserable state at this moment. The Heaven-Overturning Seal shattered, the Chaos Tribulation Sword was covered with new cracks, and the Chaos Domain was so weak it almost dissipated. Blood kept trickling from the corner of his mouth, and the wounds on his body continued to bleed.

But his eyes remained bright.

That God Transformation cultivator looked at him, fell silent for a moment, then laughed: "For thirty thousand years, you are the first Nascent Soul cultivator to wound me. Unfortunately, you must die today."

He raised his hand, and silver light condensed again. This time it was stronger than before.

Wang Ping felt a sudden realization: he might really die here today.

But he was not afraid.

Because behind him were the people he needed to protect.

Gripping the Chaos Tribulation Sword, he prepared to meet the final blow.

Just then—

A slender figure flew out from the fragments of the Immortal Palace. Her speed was slow, as if each step required tremendous effort, but she still came, arriving beside Wang Ping and standing in front of him.

Youying.

Wang Ping's pupils contracted sharply: "Your cultivation now……"

"I know." Youying interrupted him, her voice calm and firm, "but I cannot watch you die."

She raised her hand, and dim light gathered in her palm. That was the Void Laws. Although her cultivation had fallen to early Nascent Soul, her understanding of the Void Laws remained at the God Transformation level.

The God Transformation cultivator's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, then he shook his head: "Since you wish to die with him, I will grant you that."

He raised his hand, and silver light condensed again.

Just then—

A far more terrifying aura suddenly rose from the Void. That aura was hundreds, even thousands of times stronger than that God Transformation cultivator.

The God Transformation cultivator's face changed instantly: "This is……"

In the Void, a huge tear suddenly ripped open. Within the tear, a giant hand shrouded in Chaos mist slowly extended.

A majestic voice came from the depths of the tear: "How dare you move my disciple—seek death!"

That hand was unimaginably huge. Its fingers spread as if they could cover the sky and block the sun; Chaos mist roiled in its palm, countless stars were born and died within it, and countless laws flowed through it.

That was the aura of Chaos Origin. It was older and deeper than the Power of Order.

The God Transformation cultivator's face turned deathly pale, and he turned and fled.

But although he was fast, that hand was faster. No matter how quickly he fled, the hand remained above his head, growing larger and closer.

"No——"

He let out a desperate roar, exerting all his strength. Silver light burst forth, and the Order Domain unfolded to its fullest, walls of silver light rising above his head.

That hand gently clenched.

The light walls shattered, the domain collapsed, and the God Transformation cultivator was grasped in the palm like an ant.

"Senior, spare my life! I am an Elder of the Grand Void Immortal Sect——"

That majestic voice carried scorn: "Grand Void Immortal Sect—what is that?"

The hand clenched tighter.

"Pfft——"

A muffled sound. The God Transformation cultivator exploded into a blood mist. His terrified Nascent Soul tried to escape, but was gently grasped and shattered into nothing.

One God Transformation cultivator fell just like that. From the moment he acted to the end, it took only three breaths.

The Void fell into dead silence.

Everyone stared dumbfounded at the scene, eyes full of shock. That was a God Transformation cultivator, a top-tier expert capable of crushing any Nascent Soul cultivator, yet before that hand he was pinched to death like an ant.

From the tear, a figure slowly walked out.

A middle-aged man in a green robe and black hair, his visage stern and profound. His eyes seemed to contain the entire universe, with countless stars flowing within and countless laws being born and dying.

He looked at Wang Ping, a flicker of relief in his eyes: "Kid, not bad."

Wang Ping opened his mouth but could not say anything.

The middle-aged man looked at Youying: "Descendant of the Myriad Phenomena Stargazer, master of the Void Laws. After thirty thousand years of slumber, you have awakened at once. Unfortunately, the price is too great."

Youying bowed deeply: "Thank you, senior, for saving my life."

The middle-aged man waved his hand: "No need to thank me; I did it for this kid." He looked at Wang Ping: "This kid fought desperately for you. The Heaven-Overturning Seal is shattered, the Chaos Tribulation Sword is cracked, and the Chaos Origin is nearly exhausted. Had I not arrived in time, he would have rushed forward to fight to the death."

Youying looked at Wang Ping, her eyes full of heartache.

The middle-aged man raised his hand, and a strand of Chaos light entered Wang Ping's body. Wang Ping shuddered all over; the Chaos Origin within him instantly recovered, even stronger than before. All wounds and hidden ailments vanished, and the shattered Heaven-Overturning Seal and the Chaos Tribulation Sword covered in cracks began to slowly repair themselves.

"Master……" Wang Ping murmured.

The middle-aged man waved his hand, gazing at the distant blood mist, a flicker of coldness in his eyes: "The Grand Void Immortal Sect dares to move my disciple—seek death."

He raised his hand and slashed at the Void. A huge tear ripped open, within which the mountain gate of the Grand Void Immortal Sect could be faintly seen.

"Listen, Grand Void Immortal Sect. Today one of your God Transformation cultivators sought to kill my disciple; I have struck and slain him. If your sect lets this rest, the matter ends here. If you dare to retaliate, I have no qualms about wiping out the Grand Void Immortal Sect."

As the last word fell, the tear slowly closed.

The middle-aged man looked at Wang Ping: "Kid, be careful from now on. As your master, I cannot always protect you. This time I just happened to pass by; next time I might not be so fortunate."

Wang Ping nodded heavily.

The middle-aged man looked at Youying, his gaze gentle: "Although your cultivation has fallen, your foundation remains. The seed of the Void Laws has been planted; as long as you cultivate diligently, you will return to the God Transformation level in a few years, and perhaps even go further."

He raised his hand and pointed; a strand of Chaos light entered Youying's forehead: "This is a hint of insight into the Chaos Origin; it may help you comprehend the Void Laws."

Youying's whole body shuddered, her eyes full of gratitude.

The middle-aged man waved his hand: "No need to thank me. You are this kid's dao partner, which makes you half my disciple."

Wang Ping's face instantly turned red.

The middle-aged man laughed heartily, gazing into the depths of the Void: "All right, old man, I must be going."

Wang Ping blinked: "Master, where are you going?"

The middle-aged man looked toward the depths of the void, a hint of complexity flashing in his eyes: "Go settle some old business. Kid, cultivate well. When you reach God Transformation, you may get a chance to see my true form."

After speaking, his figure gradually faded. The huge hand retracted into the rift. The rift closed, and the void returned to calm.

It seemed as if nothing had just happened.

After a long while, the Black Tortoise Venerable was the first to speak: "Wang Ping, kid, what kind of person is your master exactly?"

Wang Ping shook his head: "I don't know. He only taught me a few times; each time he appeared briefly and left. I don't even know his name."

Cang Xuan sheathed his sword, looking at Wang Ping with eyes full of complexity: "You have a good master."

Wang Ping nodded.

If not for the master, he would have already died in the Chaos Immortal Palace. If not for the master, that God Transformation being just now could have wiped them all out. Though the master is mysterious and never reveals his true name, each time he appears at Wang Ping's most perilous moment, each time he saves his life.

He will forever remember this gratitude.

The Hundred Grass Fairy held Jiu Er and whispered softly: "Wang Ping, having such a master is a great fortune; you must cherish it."

Wang repeatedly starting over.

You Ying shook her head: "It's fine. Just a bit unaccustomed to the drop in cultivation." She paused, looking at Wang Ping with eyes full of tenderness: "But with you here, it's fine."

You Ying shook her head: "It's fine. Just a bit unaccustomed to the drop in cultivation." She paused, looking at Wang Ping with eyes full of tenderness: "But with you here, it's fine."

Wang Ping's face turned red again.

Cang Xuan looked at them, the corners of his mouth slightly rising: "Let's go back and talk later. Jiu Er is still unconscious and needs care."

Wang Ping nodded, taking You Ying's hand as they flew toward the Immortal Palace Fragments.

Three months later, Jiu Er woke up.

The first thing she did upon opening her eyes was to look for Wang Ping and You Ying.

"Master! Sister You Ying!"

She flung herself into Wang Ping's embrace, then into You Ying's, overjoyed.

"How long did I sleep?"

"Three months." Wang Ping laughed.

Jiu Er widened her eyes.

You Ying gently stroked her head: "You overexerted yourself to save everyone; you need proper rest."

Jiu Er nodded seriously.

The Hundred Grass Fairy examined her thoroughly and smiled: "All good. The old woman has been nurturing you with spiritual medicines these three months; your body has fully recovered, even stronger than before."

Jiu Er's eyes lit up: "Does that mean I can learn new things now?"

You Ying laughed: "Of course. Once you reach the Chaos Immortal Palace, I will teach you the Void Principles."

Jiu Er jumped up excitedly.

Everyone looked at her and laughed.

One month later, everything was ready. Wang Ping stood on the summit of the Immortal Palace Fragments, gazing at the familiar void in the distance. Three years ago he first came here to look for You Ying; three years later he found her and brought back so many comrades and friends.

Time flew, things changed, people differed. But fortunately, the important ones are still by his side.

You Ying walked to his side and gently took his hand: "What are you thinking about?"

Wang Ping looked at her and smiled slightly: "I was thinking, thank you for your hard work over these thirty thousand years."

You Ying shook her head: "Not hard. Because I knew you would come someday."

Wang Ping gripped her hand tightly: "I won't make you wait again."

You Ying laughed. That smile remained gentle and radiant.

In the distance, Cang Xuan, Yu Liuli, the Black Tortoise Venerable, the Hundred Grass Fairy, Jiu Er, and Yun Hao together with three hundred seventy-two refugee soldiers silently watched them.

After a long while, Wang Ping took a deep breath, looked at the crowd, and said: "Let's go."

He raised his hand; the Chaos Domain unfolded, a huge void rift tearing open before him. The other side of the rift was the Chaos Immortal Palace, their new starting point.

The crowd filed in one after another.

Finally, Wang Ping and You Ying exchanged a glance, clasped hands, and stepped into the rift.

The rift slowly closed. The Immortal Palace Fragments once again sank into silence.

But this time it was not an end, but a new beginning.

Chaos Immortal Palace.

Wang Ping stood on the familiar peak, gazing at this familiar world. Thirty thousand years have passed, yet nothing here has changed. Mountains and rivers, mist swirling, spiritual energy abundant.

But the person has changed. He is no longer the naive little cultivator of those days. He is a powerful expert at the Nascent Soul Great Completion, the inheritor of the Dao of Chaos, and the dao companion of the descendants of the Myriad Phenomena Star-Observers.

Youying stood beside him, her eyes full of emotion: "Thirty thousand years ago I slept here; thirty thousand years later I have returned."

Wang Ping gripped her hand: "This time we will not fall asleep again."

Youying smiled: "Mm, we will not fall asleep again."

In the distance, Cangxuan and Yuliuli began setting up the formation. Venerable Mysterious Turtle and the Immortal of Hundred Herbs selected suitable places for cultivation. Yunhao led the surviving warriors in building a new homeland. Jiu Er ran back and forth, curiously observing the new world.

Everything was filled with hope.

Wang Ping gazed at all this, a warm current surging in his heart. He recalled his master's words: "When you reach the Void God stage, perhaps you can help me." He did not know what trouble his master had encountered, but he knew his master needed his help. He must reach the Void God stage as soon as possible.

"Youying." he said softly.

Youying looked at him.

Wang Ping said seriously: "I will enter seclusion to break through to the Void God stage."

Youying nodded: "Alright. I will accompany you."

Wang Ping shook his head: "I'm not asking you to accompany me. You also need to cultivate. Master said you have a chance to return to the Void God stage and even go further. Let's work hard together."

Youying gazed at him, her eyes full of tenderness: "Alright, let's work hard together."

They smiled at each other. The road ahead was still long, but they were not afraid, for they had each other, comrades, family, and hope.

In the mountains there are no cyclical days; when the cold ends, one does not know the year.

In the Chaos Immortal Palace, time seemed to lose meaning. Wang Ping sat cross-legged on the mountain peak, chaos mist swirling around him. He had been in seclusion for a full hundred years—though only a year had passed outside.

Over the past hundred years, he had attempted to break through to Spirit Transformation countless times, failing each time.

Going from Nascent Soul to Spirit Transformation is a qualitative leap. One must fuse laws into the origin, turn one's domain into a world, and merge a finite life with the infinite heavens and earth. Countless people spend their whole lives unable to cross this step.

But Wang Ping did not give up. After each failure he summed up experience and renewed his contemplation. The Way of Chaos embraces all things, making his path to breakthrough harder than others'. Yet he fears not, for he knows someone waits for him down the mountain.

Youying sat at the mountain's foot, silently gazing at the summit. For a hundred years she had stood guard here, cultivating while waiting for him. Her cultivation had recovered to mid‑Nascent Soul, advancing toward late‑Nascent Soul. The seed of Void laws took root and sprouted in her body, gradually growing.

Jiu'er had also grown up. Over the past hundred years she went from a little maid to a slender, graceful maiden, her cultivation soaring under Youying's guidance into early Nascent Soul. But no matter how much she grew, she remained that lovable, coquettish little girl.

"Youying Elder Sister, has Master not left seclusion yet?" she asked, running over curiously.

Youying shook her head.

Jiu'er felt a bit disappointed, but soon she smiled: "It's fine, I can wait. After all, we have plenty of time."

Youying smiled.

Yes, we have plenty of time. We've already endured a thirty‑thousand‑year wait; what's a hundred years?

Just then—on the summit a terrifying aura suddenly erupted, far stronger than before by more than tenfold. Chaos mist surged, heaven and earth changed hue, countless laws flowed, countless stars were born and died.

That was the aura of Spirit Transformation!

Youying leapt to her feet, eyes full of excitement. Jiu'er jumped up, thrilled.

In the distance, Cangxuan, Yuliuli, the Mysterious Tortoise Venerable, the Myriad Herbs Immortal, Yunhao, and all the Ruins Guardians sensed the aura and rushed over.

They stood at the mountain's foot, looking up as that figure on the summit slowly rose.

Wang Ping opened his eyes. Chaos light flowed in his gaze, as if it contained the whole universe.

He had entered Spirit Transformation.

He took a step forward and stood before Youying.

Youying looked at him, tears glimmering in her eyes: "Congratulations."

Wang Ping gently embraced her: "Thank you for waiting for me."

Youying shook her head: "No, it's I who should thank you for letting me wait."

Jiu'er flung herself into their arms: "Master! You finally succeeded!"

Wang Ping smiled, rubbing her head: "Yeah, we succeeded."

In the distance, everyone offered congratulations.

Wang Ping looked at them, a warm current rising in his heart. These were his comrades, his family. He had entered Spirit Transformation, but this was not an end, merely a new beginning.

He lifted his gaze to the depths of the Void. Master had said that once he reached Spirit Transformation perhaps he could help. He did not know where Master was or what trouble he faced, but he knew he had to go—for Master had saved him countless times, and now it was his turn to repay the debt.

"Youying." he said softly.

Youying looked at him, as if understanding: "You're going to look for Master?"

Wang Ping nodded.

Youying fell silent for a moment, then smiled: "Go. I'll wait for you."

Wang Ping shook his head: "No, you come with me. We promised we'd never be apart again—wherever we go, we go together."

Youying looked at him, eyes slightly red: "All right, together."

Jiu'er raised her hand: "I'm coming too!"

Wang Ping laughed: "All right, let's go together."

He looked at the crowd. Cangxuan, Yuliuli, the Mysterious Tortoise Venerable, the Myriad Herbs Immortal, Yunhao, and three hundred seventy‑two Ruins Guardians.

"Everyone, I'm going to look for Master. Will you come with me?"

Cangxuan stepped forward first: "Of course. Your affairs are mine."

Yuliuli nodded: "Me too."

The Mysterious Tortoise Venerable laughed heartily: "I've lived long enough; now's the perfect chance to see a wider world."

The Myriad Herbs Immortal smiled faintly: "This old woman will go too."

Yunhao led the survivor warriors, all kneeling: "Wherever Brother Wang goes, we follow!"

Wang Ping looked at them, a feeling beyond words welling up in his heart. These people were willing to follow him into unknown danger. This affection he would never forget.

"Good." He took a deep breath. "Then let's set off together."

He raised his hand, and the Chaos Domain unfolded. The Spirit‑Transformation‑level Chaos Domain was more than ten times stronger than before; wherever it passed, the Void trembled and laws submitted.

A huge Void Rift tore open before him. Beyond the rift lay unknown heavens and earth—the place where Master was.

Wang Ping drew a deep breath, took Youying's hand: "Let's go."

They stepped into the rift side by side.

The others behind them filed in after.

The rift slowly sealed. The Chaos Immortal Palace fell silent once more.

But everyone knew this was not an end, but a new beginning. A new campaign was about to unfold. Ahead lay unknown dangers, powerful foes, countless challenges.

But they felt no fear, for they had each other, comrades, family, and hope.

In the depths of the Void, amidst Chaos.

A blue‑clad figure stood still—none other than Wang Ping's Master. His gaze pierced the endless Void, falling on the slowly closing rift, on the group stepping into the unknown.

A flicker of relief crossed his eyes: "Kid, you've finally come. I, your Master, have waited for you a long time."

He lifted his gaze to the depths of Chaos. There a huge rift could be faintly seen, within which endless darkness surged—an existence more terrifying than the primordial chaos, a disaster capable of destroying the whole world.

"Come. Let us end this together."

His form gradually faded into the Chaos.

The Void returned to calm.