Chapter 313: Who Gave You the Guts?

This comment is not mockery, but a statement of a cold fact.

The black-robed man on the right shrank his pupils violently; he tried to pull back his spear, but found the spear shaft as if welded in Gu Yuan's fingers, unmoving.

In the next breath, Gu Yuan flicked his finger.

"Crack—"

A clear shattering sound echoed eerily in the vacuum.

The white bone spear, forged from an Immortal King-grade ferocious beast's spine and soaked for hundreds of thousands of years in the Nine Netherworld River, shattered inch by inch from the tip, finally turning into a puff of grim white bone powder that drifted in the starry sky.

His natal magic artifact destroyed, the black-robed man on the right was struck as if by lightning, spitting a stream of reverse blood; his aura instantly waned.

"Half-step Immortal King?"

Gu Yuan looked at the two so-called Extinction Source Emissaries, shook his head, and said, "At best, they're only at the level of a mid-to-late-stage True Immortal."

Compared to Gu Cangsheng, who could fight a true Immortal King at the half-step Immortal King stage.

Their half-step Immortal King is far too weak.

These words completely shattered the last psychological defenses of the two black-robed men.

They ran rampant through the heavens, carrying out the Extinction Source Plan; wherever they went, the world withered and all living beings suffered.

When had they ever been so lightly dismissed with contempt?

What frightened them more was that the other side was stating facts.

Their pride, the Extinction Source Black Flame, was not even worthy as nourishment before the other's eerie World Tree illusion.

The Law Power they relied on to roam freely was everywhere restrained in the other's domain, independent of this world.

This is not a battle; it's a crushing.

"Go!"

The black-robed man on the left, whose arm had been cut off, now displayed astonishing decisiveness.

He shoved aside his severely wounded companion nearby and formed an extremely bizarre hand seal with both hands before his chest.

"With my remnant body, I offer sacrifice to the primordial source! With my true spirit, I summon the Lord Superior!"

The Immortal King origin within his body was ignited in reverse at this moment.

His whole person turned into a constantly shrinking black hole; the spatial laws, light, and even floating meteor dust within tens of thousands of li around were pulled and devoured by this terrifying suction.

"Union!"

Seeing this, the black-robed man on the right flashed a mad resolve in his eyes.

He likewise burned his own origin, forming another black hole that violently collided with his companion's.

The two half-step Immortal Kings' self-destructive sacrifice, heedless of cost, was not for mutual annihilation but to unleash their final trump card.

The two black holes collided, not annihilating but strangely merging together.

The starry sky was torn open by a huge breach.

A massive millstone piled from countless white bones and resentful souls slowly squeezed out from the breach.

The millstone is divided into upper and lower layers; the upper layer engraved with the stars of the heavens, the lower layer painted with the lament of myriad spirits.

As the millstone turned, an aura capable of erasing the world's origin locked onto Gu Yuan.

"World-Exterminating Great Mill!"

This is the Extinction Source Emissaries' ultimate combined divine ability, which can be activated only by sacrificing two half-step Immortal King–level emissaries.

Once unleashed, it is a fight to the death; its aim is not to kill the enemy but to grind the enemy together with their entire world into cosmic dust.

"Somewhat interesting."

Gu Yuan looked at the huge millstone emanating an ominous aura and finally felt a hint of interest.

The World Tree illusion behind him became substantive at this moment.

No longer a three-foot-tall sapling, nor a vague outline.

A truly supreme divine object connecting heaven and earth fully unfolded beneath this barren starry sky.

The canopy shaded distant stars, its branches and leaves spreading to every corner of the starry sky. Each leaf reflected a world's cycle of birth and death; the three thousand great Dao transformed into billions of stars, slowly revolving around the trunk.

The chaotic currents were no mere wisps; they turned into a vast, boundless Chaos Sea centered on the World Tree, transforming the star region within a million li into Gu Yuan's absolute domain.

He raised his right hand and made a grasping motion toward the slowly turning World-Exterminating Great Mill.

The World Tree's roots, those deep-rooted in the myriad Dao origins and sturdier than the Milky Way, shot up from the Chaos Sea.

There was no earth-shaking collision, nor any fierce clash of laws.

Countless thousands of World Tree roots, like the greediest pythons, instantly coiled around the huge World-Exterminating Great Mill.

The millstone's rotation speed suddenly slowed.

The millstone's main body, composed of resentful souls and white bones, emitted a piercing wail upon contacting the pure creation and vitality law on the World Tree's roots.

The resentful souls were liberated; the white bones were purified.

The World-Exterminating Great Mill's power capable of erasing a world, before the World Tree, was like a feeble punch from a three-year-old child.

The World Tree's roots wound tighter and tighter, eventually wrapping the entire World-Exterminating Great Mill into a gigantic root ball.

Chaos Origin Power surged in frenzy.

Refine!

Devour!

The ultimate killer summoned by the sacrifice of two half-step Immortal Kings' lives, before Gu Yuan's inner world, was not even worthy as an appetizer; it was directly treated as nourishment for the World Tree's evolution and swallowed clean.

The starry sky returned to calm.

Only two wisps of remnant souls left by the two black-robed men after burning their origins remained, trembling in the chaotic currents, having lost even the courage to flee.

What did they see?

A living, evolving, perfect… great world!

"Run… run quickly! Send the news back!"

This information is too important!

It must be reported to the lord!

A perfect great world… is being created!

Two lingering remnants of souls burn their remaining soul power recklessly, attempting to detonate their divine souls and convey this earth‑shattering news through the hidden karmic links to their direct superiors.

The wave from a self‑detonating divine soul is enough to tear open any spatial seal, ignoring karmic shielding.

This is the Extinction Envoy's final—and only—means of communication when confronting an unbeatable enemy.

"Want to leave?"

Gu Yuan stands beneath the phantom shadow of the World Tree, his white robes brighter than snow, his expression unchanged.

"Did I let you go?"

He lifts his right hand, pinching his index and middle fingers together, and makes a light slash in front of him.

【Borrowed Illusion Cultivation】!

Through the unbreakable thread in his bloodline, he directly contacts an ancient ancestor on Gu Family Divine Island in the Ancient Immortal Realm, who is currently cracking melon seeds in a bamboo forest behind the hill.

"Grandpa, lend me some power."

Gu Yuan's thoughts stir slightly.

In an instant, an indescribable, overwhelmingly domineering chaotic aura crosses endless space‑time and descends upon this star region.

Gu Yuan's aura undergoes an earth‑shaking transformation at this moment.

It is no longer the ethereal grace of the Ten‑Stage Void Deity, nor the sharpness of a Half‑Step Immortal King.

It is an absolute pressure that returns to simplicity yet towers above all Dao.

It is as if he is the center of this universe; his every move stirs the laws of countless heavens and realms.

Gu Cangsheng, a sliver of power from a Half‑Step Giant Immortal King, descends.

The two black‑robed individuals whose lingering souls were about to self‑detonate are instantly solidified the moment this aura envelops them.

Time, space, and even the internal energy flow of their divine souls are forcibly paused at this instant.

They are like insects sealed in amber, unable to shift even a single thought.

"Playing self‑detonation in front of my grandson?"

An aged, languid voice seems to echo directly in the depths of their divine souls, carrying a hint of post‑sleep hoarseness and unabashed contempt.

"Who gave you the nerve?"

Gu Yuan lifts his hand, and the ancient, simple Ten‑Way Time Lamp in his palm reappears.

This time, the wick burns not an illusory flame but a cluster of pure, gray‑purple chaotic Dao fire that seems capable of freezing ages.

This is Gu Cangsheng's power.