Chapter 394: Lone Battle Against the Multitude

Jiang Mingyuan's body gradually grew cold in Wang Ping's embrace.

The white-haired old man, the master who had guarded Wang Ping since he was seven, the great power of the Unity Stage who burned his origin for the spirit realm and heavily injured three Late-Stage Nascent Soul cultivators single-handedly, closed his eyes just like that.

Wang Ping's tears blurred his vision.

His hands trembled, his body trembled, his soul trembled.

"Master..."

He murmured, his voice hoarse to the point of being almost inaudible.

But he had no time to grieve.

Because in the distance, those fleeing silver lights were regrouping.

Those three Late-Stage Nascent Soul cultivators, though heavily injured and fleeing, but the Mid-Stage Nascent Soul cultivators, Order Apostles, and Combat Puppets had not all withdrawn; they merely fell back temporarily, regrouped, and prepared to launch a final strike.

Five Mid-Stage Nascent Soul cultivators, twenty Order Apostles, five hundred Combat Puppets.

This force, although much weaker than before, was still a catastrophic blow to the already heavily wounded Spirit Realm Alliance.

Wang Ping raised his head, gazing at the approaching silver light.

In his eyes, tears were not yet dry, but flames had already ignited.

He gently laid Jiang Mingyuan's corpse down and stood up.

"Brother Cang."

Cangxuan walked over from afar, his whole body drenched in blood, the hand holding his sword slightly trembling, but his gaze remained stern.

"Here."

"Fairy Yu."

Yuliuli held her guqin, her face as pale as paper, five strings broken, the celestial sound bell dim and dark. Yet she still stood here, not fallen.

"Here."

"Yinying."

Yinying walked to his side and gently grasped his hand. Her hand was icy, but she held it firmly.

"I'm here."

Wang Ping looked at them, at these comrades willing to die beside him, and a hitherto unknown strength surged in his heart.

"Everyone, can you still fight?"

Cangxuan gave a cold smile and tightened his grip on his sword.

"As long as the sword is not broken, we can fight."

Yuliuli lightly plucked the broken strings, the qin's notes lingering.

"As long as the sound has not ceased, we can fight."

Yinying said nothing, merely tightening her grip on his hand.

Wang Ping drew a deep breath, gazing at the silver light.

"Good."

"Then——"

He stepped forward, and chaotic light surged around him.

"Battle!"

Five Mid-Stage Nascent Soul cultivators approached simultaneously from five directions.

They were no longer fighting individually as before, but formed a strange formation. The auras of the five Nascent Soul cultivators linked together, forming an impenetrable net of order that firmly trapped Wang Ping at the center.

The leader, the burly Nascent Soul cultivator who had previously clashed with Wang Ping, coldly regarded him, a hint of a cruel smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Wang Ping, Jiang Mingyuan is dead; no one can protect you anymore. Today, you will die."

Wang Ping said nothing.

He merely closed his eyes, and his Chaos Domain unfolded to its fullest.

Three thousand zhang, four thousand zhang, five thousand zhang——

His domain, under the pressure of life and death, actually began to expand.

Within five thousand zhang, all laws were under his control.

Gravity, temperature, space, and time all changed according to his will.

The order net of the five Mid-Stage Nascent Soul cultivators, upon entering his domain, was layer by layer weakened, decomposed, and devoured.

The burly Nascent Soul cultivator's face twitched slightly.

"His domain has grown stronger! Be careful!"

The five Nascent Soul cultivators attacked simultaneously.

Silver order power surged from five directions at once, like five torrents, seeking to engulf Wang Ping.

Wang Ping opened his eyes.

In his eyes, chaotic-colored light flowed, an unprecedented calm.

He raised his hand and gave a light sweep.

Within his domain, gravity suddenly increased a hundredfold.

Those five silver torrents, under the pressure of a hundredfold gravity, saw their speed sharply drop and their power greatly diminished.

He raised his hand again and gave a light grasp.

Within his domain, temperature plummeted to the extreme.

The Yin Extinction Cold Tide surged from all directions, colliding head-on with those five silver torrents.

"Boom——"

The cold tide and silver light collided, erupting in a blinding light.

The five torrents were eroded by the cold tide, weakened layer by layer, and finally dissipated completely a hundred zhang before Wang Ping.

The five God Transformation experts simultaneously stepped back one step.

A flicker of shock flashed in each of their eyes.

"What... what kind of domain is this?!"

"The Dao of Chaos... can actually oppose all five of us at once?!"

Wang Ping did not answer.

He simply raised his hands slowly, and chaotic power condensed in his palms.

Within the domain, the laws began to evolve.

He was no longer passively defusing attacks, but actively creating them.

With a thought, within the domain, countless chaotic-colored lightning bolts condensed out of thin air, forming lightning snakes that surged toward the five God Transformation experts.

Chaos Immortal Thunder.

But that lightning was more condensed and terrifying than before. Each lightning snake contained Wang Ping's will and possessed its own "spirituality".

That was the Fourth Realm — the Point Spirit Realm.

Those lightning snakes, like living creatures, twisted and crawled, simultaneously lunging from all directions at the five God Transformation experts.

The faces of the five God Transformation experts changed drastically; they desperately circulated their Order Power, condensing layer after layer of defense before them.

When the lightning snakes struck the defenses, they burst with blinding light.

One, two, three——

Ten, a hundred, a thousand——

Those lightning snakes, endless and frenzied, relentlessly assaulted the defenses of the five God Transformation experts.

Each lightning snake that was shattered turned into countless chaotic light points, then recondensed within the domain and surged forth again.

Endlessly, ceaselessly.

The faces of the five God Transformation experts grew ever uglier.

"What the hell is this thing?!"

"We can't finish it! It's impossible to finish!"

The burly God Transformation expert leading them gritted his teeth and said: "Don't panic! No matter how strong his domain is, it will consume his chaotic power! He won't last long!"

Wang Ping was indeed expending his chaotic power.

Condensing each lightning snake consumed his chaotic power; a simultaneous attack of a thousand lightning snakes placed an enormous burden on him.

But he did not stop.

Because he was waiting.

Waiting for an opening.

The five God Transformation experts joined forces, their defenses flawless; a head‑on assault, he could not win.

He needed to find their weakness.

His Chaos Divine Sense unfolded fully within the domain, penetrating the Order Power of the five God Transformation experts.

Chaos embraces all things.

Order, too, is one of all things.

His sense, like invisible tendrils, quietly slipped into the five silver torrents, perceiving their texture, their pulse, their rhythm.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths——

One incense stick, two incense sticks, three incense sticks——

Finally, he found it.

The Order Power of the tall, thin God Transformation expert was slightly weaker than that of the other four—not because his cultivation was lacking, but because his state of mind had a faint flaw.

That was fear.

Fear of death.

Wang Ping caught that hint of fear.

At that very moment——

He moved.

All the lightning snakes surged simultaneously toward the four God Transformation experts.

He himself transformed into a streak of chaotic flowing light, directly seizing the tall, thin God Transformation expert.

That God Transformation expert's pupils contracted sharply; he desperately circulated his Order Power, condensing layer after layer of defense before him.

One, two, three——

Wang Ping's Chaos Tribulation Sword shattered one defense, then another, then another.

When the final defense was shattered, the sword tip was only three cun from that God Transformation expert's brow.

His eyes were filled with fear.

"No——"

The sword tip pierced his brow.

Silver light burst forth wildly.

That God Transformation expert's body slowly disintegrated, turning into countless silver specks of light that scattered into the void.

The first one fell.

The remaining four God Transformation experts turned deathly pale.

But they did not retreat; instead, they attacked even more frenziedly.

Because they knew that retreat, too, meant death.

Wang Ping gasped, the consumption of Chaos Power enormous.

But he did not stop.

He turned, facing the remaining four Divine Transformation cultivators.

Within his domain, the laws evolved again.

This time, it was no longer lightning serpents, but——

World.

His domain began to undergo subtle changes.

The spaces that were originally just chaos light began to show 'differentiation': some places became scorching, some became freezing, some became heavy, some became light.

The remnants of the lightning serpents, within his domain, slowly condensed, forming chunks of 'land'.

The remnants of the chaos light, within his domain, slowly flowed, forming streams of 'river'.

The fragments of the laws, within his domain, slowly drifted, forming sheets of 'sky'.

His domain was evolving from a mere 'battle space' into a true 'world'.

Those four Divine Transformation cultivators sensed this change.

In their eyes, true fear appeared for the first time.

"What... what is this?!"

"His domain...... is becoming a world!"

"Impossible! Only a Unity Stage cultivator can do that!"

Wang Ping ignored their exclamations.

He simply closed his eyes, immersed in that profound realization.

As it turned out, this was 'domain is world'.

Domain, no longer an extension of his power, but the manifestation of his will.

In this world, he is god.

He could make any place scorching like lava, or freezing like an ice cave; he could increase gravity a thousandfold, or nullify it entirely; he could speed up time a hundredfold, or nearly halt it.

Everything lay within a single thought of his.

He opened his eyes.

In his eyes, chaotic-colored light flowed, as if containing a universe.

He looked at the four Divine Transformation cultivators.

"Now, it's my turn."

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield.

Cangxuan's sword was harvesting lives.

His opponents were three Order Apostles, each a Nascent Soul Great Perfection, each an elite of the Pure World Court.

But before him, these elites were like weeds.

His sword intent was sharper and more refined than before; each slash left a deep mark in the void, those marks lingering like the imprint of his sword dao.

The first Order Apostle was slain by his three swords.

The second Order Apostle was slain by his two swords.

The third Order Apostle was slain by his one strike.

The three Order Apostles fell in less than ten breaths.

He sheathed his sword, turned, and looked toward the distant Wang Ping.

There, four mid-stage Divine Transformation cultivators were besieging Wang Ping, but a strange light swirled around him, causing their attacks to sink like mire.

In Cangxuan's eyes, a hint of relief flashed.

"He's gotten stronger again."

He was about to rush over to help, but two silver silhouettes blocked his path.

Two early-stage Divine Transformation cultivators.

Cangxuan snorted coldly, drew his sword, and fought again.

Yuliuli's qin notes reverberated across the battlefield.

Her guqin had five strings broken, only two left playable; yet her qin sound remained ethereal and distant, still able to pierce any defense and reach the enemies' hearts and minds.

Her target was the Order Apostles besieging the Spirit Realm cultivators.

Wherever her qin sound passed, the Order Apostles' movements would momentarily stall; though only an instant, it was enough for the Spirit Realm cultivators to react.

A late-stage Nascent Soul Spirit Realm cultivator, besieged by three Order Apostles, was about to perish; at that critical moment, the qin sound rang out, and the three Order Apostles simultaneously stalled.

That Nascent Soul cultivator seized the opportunity, shattering the core of one with a sword; the remaining two reacted, wanting to counterattack, but the qin sound rang again, and their movements stalled once more.

Again, two swords.

The three Order Apostles all fell.

That Nascent Soul cultivator bowed deeply toward Yuliuli's direction.

"Thank you, senior!"

Yuliuli nodded slightly, continuing to play.

Blood continually seeped from the corner of her mouth; each of her fingers trembled; her soul, in the vibration of the qin sound, was also gradually depleted.

But she did not stop.

Because she knew that playing one more breath could save one more person.

Youying's figure flitted through the void.

Her cultivation not restored, direct combat was not her forte; but her Void Laws made her a wraith on the battlefield.

She moved through the gaps between the mid-stage Transformation God's attacks; each time she flashed, she struck at the crucial moment, neutralizing a lethal blow for Wang Ping.

Before that slender Transformation God was slain by Wang Ping, it was she who used the Void Law to immobilize him for half a breath, allowing Wang Ping's sword to strike true.

At this moment, she was weaving through the attacks of the four Transformation Gods, using the Void Law to disrupt their coordination, preventing them from forming an effective encirclement.

Those four Transformation Gods, clearly outnumbering her, were instead thrown into confusion and frustration by her interference.

"That woman is too annoying! Kill her first!"

One Transformation God raised his hand, and a silver light shot straight at Youying.

Youying tried to dodge, but her cultivation had not yet recovered, and the operation of the Void Law slowed by a fraction.

Just as that light was about to strike her—

A chaotic light surged in from the side, shattering that silver beam into fragments.

Wang Ping.

He had appeared beside Youying at some point, and in one motion he pulled her behind him.

"Be careful."

Youying looked at him, at his blood-soaked figure, at the concern in his eyes, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart.

"Hmm."

Wang Ping turned to face the four Transformation Gods.

His domain expanded once more.

Six thousand zhang, seven thousand zhang, eight thousand zhang—

His aura also rose.

The faces of the four Transformation Gods grew increasingly grim.

"He... his aura is getting stronger!"

"He's breaking through in battle!"

"Stop him quickly!"

The four Transformation Gods attacked simultaneously, exerting all their strength to unleash their strongest strike.

Four silver beams of light shot from the four directions simultaneously toward Wang Ping.

Wang Ping did not dodge.

He simply raised his hand slowly.

Within his domain, the power of the world operated at full capacity.

Those four beams of light, upon entering his domain, were gradually weakened, as if sinking into an invisible mire, their speed ever decreasing and their power waning.

When they struck before Wang Ping, they had weakened to the level of a candle's flame.

Wang Ping gently clenched his fist.

The four beams of light shattered simultaneously.

The four Transformation Gods' faces turned deathly pale.

"How... how is this possible?!"

Wang Ping looked at them, his eyes holding no killing intent, no anger, only calm.

"Because here—"

He paused, speaking each word with a pause.

"I am the world."

He raised his hand and gave a light sweep.

Within his domain, gravity increased a thousandfold.

The four Transformation Gods were simultaneously pressed down, kneeling on the ground, unable to move.

He raised his hand again and gently clenched.

The cores of the four Transformation Gods shattered simultaneously.

Four silver beams of light surged wildly from their bodies, dissipating into the void.

The four mid-stage Transformation Gods fell simultaneously.

Wang Ping stood in the void, chaotic light swirling around him like a deity.

In the distance, the Order Apostles and Battle Puppets, witnessing this scene, collapsed completely.

"Run!"

"Hurry and flee!"

The silver light receded like a tide.

The cultivators of the Spirit Realm let out an earth-shaking cheer.

"We won!"

"We won!"

Wang Ping stood in the void, gazing at the fleeing silver light, remaining silent for a long time.

Behind him, Cangxuan sheathed his sword, his body drenched in blood yet standing ramrod straight.

Yuliuli cradled her zither as she slowly descended, her face pallid but a smile playing on her lips.

Youying walked to his side and lightly grasped his hand.

Her hand was still cold, but she held it tightly.

Wang Ping lowered his head to look at her, at the concern in her eyes, and a warm current surged in his heart.

He lifted his gaze toward the distance.

There, Jiang Mingyuan's corpse lay still amidst the ruins of the Grand Defensive Formation.

His eye sockets were moist again.

「Master... 」

He murmured, voice hoarse.

「Did you see it? 」

「We, we won. 」