Chapter 383: The Fall of Divine Transformation

The moment the giant hand shrouded in chaotic mist reached out from the rift, the entire void fell into a deathly silence.

The right hand of the late Divine Transformation cultivator stiffened in midair. The silver light that had long been condensed trembled wildly in his palm, yet he dared not release it. His complexion shifted from icy cold to bluish‑black, then to deathly pale.

"Jiang... Jiang Mingyuan!"

He recognized this aura.

Head of the Ninth Dao Institute of the Spirit Realm, a Union Stage grandmaster who had become famous thirty thousand years ago, an old monster.

Although this was only a thought projection, and though the true Jiang Mingyuan was still far away in the Spirit Realm, the Union Stage's pressure and the terrifying power hidden in the chaotic mist were enough to make any Divine Transformation cultivator tremble with fear.

"Master..." Wang Ping murmured, his eye sockets heating up again.

He knew that the "Jiang Character Token" left by Jiang Mingyuan had been triggered. As he recklessly rushed toward the rift, the token sensed his mortal danger and autonomously activated the sealed thought projection within.

Youying stood behind him, gazing at the giant hand, a flicker of complex emotion crossing his eyes.

"Your master... is very strong."

Wang Ping nodded: "Union Stage."

Youying fell silent for a moment, then spoke softly: "Thirty thousand years have passed, and the Spirit Realm still has a Union Stage overseer… how wonderful."

From the rift, that dignified voice sounded again.

"How dare you move my disciple? You're courting death!"

The giant hand pressed down slowly; wherever it passed, the late Divine Transformation cultivator's order seal crumbled like paper, layer after layer shattering. The silver light scattered, but could not impede the hand in the slightest.

The late Divine Transformation cultivator's complexion changed drastically as he frantically retreated.

"Withdraw!" he shouted sternly, "This is a Union Stage thought projection! It's not something we can oppose!"

The other three Divine Transformation cultivators likewise turned deathly pale and turned to flee.

But that hand was too fast.

It ignored spatial distance, ignored defensive order, and slammed a palm toward the late Divine Transformation cultivator.

"Boom—"

The tremendous roar shook the heavens; the late Divine Transformation cultivator was sent flying by the palm, hurled hundreds of li away, blood spurting wildly. A large section of his chest caved in, and silver order essence surged out from the wound, his aura dropping by thirty percent.

But he survived.

After all, he was a late Divine Transformation cultivator, after all, an elite of the Pure World Court. Though gravely injured, it was not fatal.

He didn't look back, turning into a bolt of silver light and fleeing madly.

The two mid‑stage Divine Transformation cultivators likewise fled in a sorry state.

Yet the palm's shockwave still swept over them. One was shaken until he vomited blood; the other's left arm exploded on the spot. They desperately channeled order power to stabilize their injuries, daring not to linger even a moment.

Only the thin Divine Transformation cultivator was half a beat slower.

It wasn't that he didn't want to flee, but his position was too close to the hand.

When the hand struck the late Divine Transformation cultivator, the after‑wave happened to sweep over his position. Though he hastily raised a defense, he was still shaken, his qi and blood surging, and he retreated more than ten li.

When he had steadied his form and was about to flee——

the hand had already retracted back into the rift.

The rift slowly closed, and Jiang Mingyuan's aura completely dissipated.

The thin Divine Transformation cultivator stared, stunned.

Then he laughed.

That smile was the relieved joy of one who had survived a disaster, yet tinged with a hint of cruel triumph.

"A Union Stage thought projection… can only unleash one palm." he muttered, his gaze once again falling on Wang Ping and the others, "After that palm, it's gone."

He turned his body, looking toward the three silver lights receding into the distance.

Those three Divine Transformation cultivators had already vanished without a trace.

He did not flee.

Because he realized that after those three Divine Transformation cultivators fled, Wang Ping and the others, though still possessing combat strength, could no longer threaten his life. Although his wounds were not light, slaughtering these ants was more than enough.

"Heaven helps me too." he sneered, slowly turning and flying toward the direction of the Immortal Palace fragments.

He wanted to kill these people.

To kill the one who repeatedly thwarted him, the Chaotic Tradition inheritor.

To kill the descendant of the Myriad Phenomena Stargazer who had just awakened.

To kill everyone who had thwarted his plans.

Then, returning to claim merit from those three Divine Transformation cultivators—he alone had accomplished a task that even four of them could not.

Within the rift, Wang Ping watched the approaching silver silhouette, his expression grave.

"He didn't leave."

Youying nodded, his voice calm: "He saw that the master's projection can only unleash one palm."

Cangxuan flew from afar and landed beside Wang Ping. Blood still dripped from his sword—left over from cutting down several lingering puppets just moments before. His gaze was cold, fixed on the drawing‑near silhouette.

"An early‑stage Divine Transformation cultivator, heavily wounded." he said coldly, "He can be killed."

Yuliuli also drifted over, the zither's notes lingering. She looked at the Divine Transformation cultivator and said softly, "His injuries are not light. That palm just now shattered at least thirty percent of his origin."

Venerable Black Tortoise struggled to his feet and walked to Wang Ping's side. Though his aura remained weak, his eyes burned with fighting spirit: "Old I can still withstand one palm. After taking that palm, I'll be useless."

Immortal Maiden of Hundred Herbs cradled Jiu'er in her arms, standing afar. She spoke no words, but the emerald light in her hand never faded—she stood ready to rescue anyone at any moment.

Yunhao led the survivor warriors, forming a circle. Though their cultivation was modest, each gripped their weapons tightly, eyes resolute.

Wang Ping silently regarded them, then turned his gaze to the approaching silver silhouette.

Then he turned his head, looking toward Youying.

Youying was also looking at him.

Their four eyes met; everything was understood without words.

"Are you afraid?" Wang Ping asked softly.

Youying smiled faintly, that smile calm and gentle.

"We've waited thirty thousand years; what is there to fear?"

Wang Ping also laughed.

Wang Ping took a deep breath, turned around, and faced that God Transformation.

"Friends." Wang Ping's voice was not loud, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears: "Today, we will slay a God Transformation."

"Do you have confidence?"

Cangxuan said coldly: "The sword is already drawn."

Yuliuli said softly: "The zither's sound has not ceased."

The Profound Tortoise Venerable cracked a smile: "This old body of mine can still fight one more round."

Yunhao gripped his long blade: "Guardians of the Ruined Ruins, willing to follow Brother Wang to the death in battle."

The Immortal of Hundred Herbs said nothing, merely placing Jiu er gently to one side, standing up, forming hand seals. A jade-green light gathered in her palm into tiny runes, ready to fly to anyone in need of healing.

Wang Ping looked at them, a warm current surged in his heart.

These people are willing to fight desperately with Wang Ping.

What reason does Wang Ping have to retreat?

"Good."

Wang Ping gripped the Chaos Calamity Sword, its tip pointing at that God Transformation from afar.

"Then——"

"Kill!"

That God Transformation halted three hundred zhang away from the crowd.

Wang Ping looked at these ant-like opponents, saw they did not flee but instead took up a battle stance, a flicker of surprise crossing his eyes.

"Not fleeing?"

Wang Ping did not answer.

Wang Ping simply raised the Chaos Calamity Sword slowly, the Chaos Domain unfolding to its fullest. Although the Overturning Heaven Seal was shattered, although Wang Ping's power had been depleted by over ninety percent, at this moment his heart held no fear.

Only battle intent remained.

That God Transformation laughed.

"Interesting." He said lightly, "Since you wish to die, I will grant you that."

He raised his hand, a blade of silver light surging from his palm and instantly spreading out.

Order Domain.

Although his origin was damaged, although his strength remained only seventy percent, this Order Domain was still stronger than ever before. For this time, he held back nothing, made no probing moves, but unleashed his full power.

Wherever the silver light passed, the void solidified and crystallized. The floating fragments of the Immortal Palace, swept by the silver light, instantly turned to dust. The remnants of the battle puppets, eroded by the silver light, completely dissipated.

Wang Ping's Chaos Domain collided head-on with the Order Domain.

"Boom—"

At the center where the two forces clashed, the void collapsed and twisted. The chaotic light and the silver light eroded and annihilated each other, bursting forth with blinding light.

But this time, Wang Ping's domain was suppressed.

The realm gap, after all, is just a realm gap.

Moreover, Wang Ping was already at the end of his tether.

The Chaos Domain was compressed within a hundred zhang and continued to shrink. The laws of change-from-the-heart, under the oppression of the Order Domain, became sluggish, stiff, and hard to invoke.

Wang Ping gritted his teeth, desperately circulating his Chaos Power, holding on with all his might.

But Wang Ping knew he couldn't hold on for long.

Just then——

A sword light slashed from the side toward that God Transformation.

Cangxuan.

He did not clash head-on with the Order Domain, but chose to launch a flanking sneak attack. His sword light was peerlessly sharp, aiming straight for the God Transformation's left rib—that spot having been wounded by a palm strike from Jiang Mingyuan.

That God Transformation gave a cold snort, raised a hand and swept, a blade of silver light blocking in front of him.

The sword light and the silver light collided and both vanished.

Cangxuan was blown back ten-plus zhang, the tiger's mouth of his sword-hand split open, but the battle intent in his eyes grew fiercer.

"The wound on his left rib is a weakness." He said coldly.

Wang Ping nodded, a thought stirring, and his Chaos Domain instantly shifted.

Within the domain, the temperature plummeted to the extreme. The Yin Extinction Cold Tide surged like a tide toward that God Transformation, straight for his left rib.

That God Transformation frowned slightly, forced to divert a portion of his Order Power to block this cold tide.

Just at that moment——

An ethereal zither tone rang out, lingering.

Yuliuli's Immortal Sound Bell rang again.

This time, it was not to awaken, but to interfere. The zither sound drilled into that God Transformation's ears, disturbing his mind and disrupting his perception.

That God Transformation only felt a dazed moment, before his eyes countless illusions seemed to appear. Though only an instant, that instant was enough.

Wang Ping's Chaos Calamity Sword had already sliced to his face.

That God Transformation suddenly snapped awake, raised a hand and struck out with a palm.

The palm print and sword light collided, Wang Ping was flung backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Yet the corner of his mouth held a hint of a smile.

Because his purpose had been fulfilled.

Cang Xuan's sword had already pierced the left rib of that Void Refinement cultivator.

The sword tip sank three cun deep, and silver primordial source power surged wildly from the wound. That Void Refinement cultivator let out a miserable cry and slapped a palm toward Cang Xuan. Cang Xuan had no time to dodge, was sent flying by the palm, his chest caved in, and blood spurted out.

But he survived.

And that sword worsened the Void Refinement cultivator's injury by a degree.

"Ant!" the Void Refinement cultivator roared, killing intent surging in his eyes.

He no longer held back, no longer probed, but struck with full force.

Silver light burst wildly from his body, transforming into countless spears of order that shot toward everyone like a violent rain. Each spear could heavily injure a Nascent Soul Great Perfection cultivator; each spear contained the terrifying might of a Void Refinement stage.

The Mysterious Turtle Venerable let out a roar, took a step forward, and stood at the very front of the crowd.

Black Tortoise True Technique, activated to the fullest.

Earth-yellow light condensed before him into a huge illusory tortoise shell. On the shell, countless runes flowed wildly, and faintly the illusory form of a Black Tortoise Divine Beast could be seen moving.

"Boom—boom—boom—"

The spears of order poured down like a violent rain upon the tortoise shell. Each strike made the shell tremble violently; each strike caused runes to collapse and dissipate.

The Mysterious Turtle Venerable's seven apertures all bled simultaneously. His aura faded like a candle in the wind, rapidly draining away.

But he held his ground firmly, not retreating half a step.

"Old man… I said… I can still take a palm strike!"

He howled, burning the last of his primordial source.

Ten, twenty, thirty—

When the forty-second spear of order struck the tortoise shell, the shell finally could not hold and exploded with a boom.

The Mysterious Turtle Venerable was flung backward, a deep wound exposing bone appearing on his chest, blood gushing out. His aura grew so weak it was barely detectable.

The Herbal Immortal Maiden instantly surged forward, strands of emerald-green light striking into his body, stabilizing his vitality.

"Don't die! You promised the old woman you'd come back alive!"

The Mysterious Turtle Venerable grinned, that smile weak yet heroic.

"Not… not dead yet…"

That Void Refinement cultivator looked at them, killing intent intensifying in his eyes.

"A bunch of ants, and you dare to struggle!"

He raised his hand, and another spear of order condensed into form.

This time, his target was—Youying.

That slender figure stood silently in the rift, with no defenses whatsoever. She merely gazed at the Void Refinement cultivator, fear absent from her eyes.

Wang Ping's pupils contracted sharply.

"No!"

He exerted all his strength, rushing toward that spear of order.

But he was too far away.

Too late.

At this critical moment—

Youying moved.

She slowly lifted her hand, lightly pointing at the oncoming spear of order.

"Seal."

As the word left her lips, the void suddenly condensed.

That spear of order, capable of heavily injuring any Nascent Soul cultivator, froze abruptly three zhang away from Youying.

It was not blocked, but "sealed." It hovered mid‑air, trembling wildly, yet unable to advance even an inch.

That Void Refinement cultivator stared, stunned.

"How… how is this possible?! You're only an early Nascent Soul!"

Youying looked at him, her gaze calm as water.

"The Void Laws have nothing to do with cultivation level."

She gave a light grasp.

The spear of order exploded with a boom, turning into countless specks of silver light that dissipated into the void.

The Void Refinement cultivator's face completely changed.

He remembered.

This woman is a descendant of the Myriad Phenomena Star Observers.

She, thirty thousand years ago, sealed the chaotic primordial source with her own power.

She, whose understanding of the Void Laws reached the peak of Void Refinement.

Although her cultivation had plummeted, her insight remained.

Her mastery of the laws remained.

She, still dangerous.

"Come on together." Youying's voice was soft, yet clearly reached everyone's ears: "He is badly wounded and won't last long. I will immobilize his actions with the Void Laws; you all attack with full force."

Wang Ping looked at her, a flicker of heartache passing through his eyes.

He knew that each use of the Void Laws by Youying consumed a tremendous amount of mental energy. Her cultivation was too weak; forcing power beyond her realm was burning her own life.

But now was not the time to hesitate.

He nodded, gripping the Chaos Tribulation Sword tightly.

Cang Xuan struggled to his feet, sword tip pointing at that Void Refinement cultivator from afar.

Yu Liuli's zither music rose again, the Fairy Sound Bell shook wildly.

Yun Hao led the refugee warriors, slowly approaching.

That God Transformation's face turned iron‑blue, trying to break free of Youying's Void Shackles, but he found the surrounding space like solidified amber, holding him fast.

You……!

Youying ignored him.

She simply raised both hands, slowly forming seals in front of her.

Dark light welled up from her body, turning into countless fine Void threads. Those threads, like living things, wound and crawled, wrapping the God Transformation in layers.

"Wang Ping." Her voice came, tinged with fatigue, "Your chaotic power."

Wang Ping understood; his Chaotic Domain contracted suddenly, gathering all his power onto the Chaotic Tribulation Sword. Chaotic‑colored light surged wildly along the blade, faintly echoing with a heaven‑severing sword intent.

"Cang Xuan." Youying added, "Your sword intent."

Cang Xuan shouted coldly, body and sword becoming one, transforming into a peerless blade of light. That light intertwined with Wang Ping's chaotic sword gleam, merging and reinforcing each other.

Youying sped up her hand seals. The Void threads wrapped Wang Ping's chaotic power and Cang Xuan's sword intent, layer upon layer, intertwining and fusing—

condensing into a sword.

A sword whose bone is chaotic power, edge is sword intent, and blade is Void law.

Chaotic Void Slash.

"Go."

Youying softly uttered a single word.

That sword shot forth.

Where the sword light passed, the Void collapsed and ceased to be. Order and chaos lost meaning before this sword; laws and rules became meaningless.

The God Transformation's pupils contracted sharply, straining with all his might to break free.

But those Void threads held him fast, unable to move.

He could only watch helplessly as the sword drew nearer and nearer—

"No——!"

The sword light plunged into his chest.

Piercing his core.

Silver light burst wildly from his body—his origin of order, the very foundation of his existence as a God Transformation cultivator. Now those origins fled rapidly, dissipating into the Void.

The God Transformation's body began to disintegrate.

Starting from his chest, cracks spread outward. Within those cracks there was no blood, only endless silver light gushing forth.

He lowered his head, watching his own body disintegrate, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"I…… I am a God Transformation…… how could I…… die to…… a bunch of ants……"

Before his words faded, his body exploded with a boom, turning into countless silver specks that vanished into the Void.

In place, only a fist‑sized silver crystal remained.

That was his core fragment, the last remnant of him as an Order God Transformation.

God Transformation, fallen.

Wang Ping stared blankly at that expanse of Void, at the silver specks fading away, silent for a long time.

He had done it.

They had done it.

They really, had slain a God Transformation.

Cang Xuan walked over from afar, his sword‑hand trembling slightly. His chest still bled, his face as pale as paper, yet his eyes burned with an unprecedented light.

"Dead." he murmured, "Really dead."

Yu Liuli cradled her zither, slumped in the Void. Her Fairy Sound Bell had gone completely dim, two strings snapped, yet a weak smile lingered on her face.

"We…… won……"

Yun Hao led the refugee warriors, kneeling in the Void. They gazed toward where the God Transformation had fallen, tears streaming down their faces. Thirty thousand years had passed; at last they beheld with their own eyes a God Transformation of the Pure World Sect dying before them.

Black Tortoise Venerable lay nearby, panting heavily. His chest still bled, but his face bore the smile of one who had survived a calamity.

"Old man…… I'm still alive…… haha…… still alive……"

Herb Fairy knelt beside him, tears and laughter mingling, the emerald light in her hand pouring ceaselessly into him.

And Youying stood still in the rift, gazing at the direction where the sword had dissipated, a faint smile touching her lips.

Then her figure swayed, and she slowly collapsed.

"Youying!"

Wang Ping rushed to her side in an instant and gathered her into his arms.

Youying leaned against his chest, her face as pale as paper, her breath so faint it was barely perceptible. Yet her eyes stayed open, looking at him, filled with tenderness.

"No…… it's…… nothing……" she whispered, her voice so weak it was almost inaudible, "Just…… exhausted……"

Wang Ping held her tightly, his eyes welling up again.

"Don't speak, don't speak……" he murmured, "I'll take you back, I'll take you back to the Spirit Realm, I'll find someone to heal you……"

Youying shook her head gently.

"Not urgent……" she said softly, raising her hand to point at the distant floating silver crystal, "That…… that thing…… is important…… inside…… lies the Pure World Sect's intelligence……"

Wang Ping followed her gaze and saw the silver crystal.

The core fragment of an Order God Transformation.

It contained that God Transformation's lifetime of memories, and a wealth of Pure World Sect intelligence.

He gritted his teeth, raised a hand, and drew the core fragment into his palm.

It felt cold to the touch, as if holding a piece of thousand-year-old ice. Faint silver light flowed across the crystal's surface, with countless tiny runes flashing within.

He didn't have time to examine it closely, and slipped the crystal into his bosom.

Then he picked up Youying, turned, and flew toward the direction of the Immortal Palace fragments.

Behind him, Cangxuan, Yuliuli, Yunhao, the Mysterious Turtle Venerable, the Herbal Fairy, and those remnant warriors followed silently.

That rift still hovered in the void, slowly healing.

Those silver lights had completely dissipated.

Only the shattered Immortal Palace fragments, and the battle traces still lingering in the void, silently spoke of the cruelty of this battle.

One Void Refinement expert fell here.

And those who survived will carry his legacy onward.

Immortal Palace fragments, the settlement of the Guard Ruins remnant clan.

Wang Ping gently laid Youying on a soft couch. Her complexion remained pale, her breath still weak, but her breathing had steadied considerably. After the Herbal Fairy examined her, she told them that Youying had merely overextended herself, needed rest, and was in no mortal danger.

The worry weighing on Wang Ping's heart finally eased.

He sat beside the couch, holding Youying's hand, silent for a long time.

Youying closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep. Her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she were still worrying about something in her dream, but the corner of her mouth held a faint smile.

That was a smile of relief.

That was the smile of knowing that the ones she cared for were all beside her, knowing they had won, knowing everything had ended...

Wang Ping gazed at her, gently stroking her cheek.

"Sleep." He whispered, "I'll still be here when you wake."