Chapter 1309: Forceful Opening

Yan Buji's eyes flashed with a trace of madness and determination; he no longer fully resisted the Youming Sha Wind, but instead actively guided a portion of the Chaos Force, mimicking the wind's traits, and at the same time his ferocious attack abruptly changed direction, no longer merely striking the Heavenly Demon King, but fiercely pounding the edge of the expanding Youming Rift!

"Give me... open!"

He will force open the passage to the Youming Jie! Turn this already murky water even muddier!

Chaos Force, the Abyssal Origin, Order Light, Youming Sha Wind… four utterly different, mutually conflicting supreme powers, in this corner of the Abyss, violently intertwined, collided, annihilated, and rebirthed in a way no one could foresee!

The forcibly torn Youming passage was extremely unstable, its interior a raging turbulence of energy and shattered Law Fragments. Yan Buji rode the nascent Chaos Force like a lone boat in a stormy sea, struggling to navigate the passage. The Youming Sha Wind was everywhere, crazily corroding his chaotic body and will; the cold sense of deathly Silence clashed violently with his vibrant chaotic nature, bringing soul‑rending pain.

But he stubbornly held on. The traits of Chaos were unmistakably evident at this moment—Inclusion, Evolution, Assimilation. He no longer merely resisted; instead he tried to strip and analyze a sliver of the Youming Sha Wind's power, then simulate and fuse it with the Chaos Force. His power's attributes began to shift subtly, taking on a hint of Youming's coldness and Silence; though exceedingly weak, it sharply reduced the pressure on him within the passage.

He could not tell how long had passed, feeling like an instant and like eternity at once. The chaotic scene ahead suddenly changed, a heavy, viscous 'Silence' rushed at him.

He burst out of the passage, truly stepping into the Youming Jie.

Before him was not the imagined mountain of corpses and sea of blood nor an endless hell, but a boundless, gray‑hazy expanse. The sky was a solid lead‑gray, devoid of sun, moon, or stars, offering only a faint, source‑unknown dim light. The ground was cracked, jet‑black soil, occasionally revealing twisted, withered monstrous trees whose branches stretched toward the sky like ghostly claws. The air was thick with an unbreakable cold death‑aura and countless lingering whispers of departed souls interwoven; these whispers pierced the mind, enough to drive the weak‑willed instantly mad.

The laws here differ entirely from those of the Abyss and the Nine Heavens Five Realms. The spatial structure is more solid, yet also more 'heavy', making flight extremely difficult. Time flows sluggishly and oddly. Fundamentally, this place repels all 'living' breath; only death and Silence are the eternal themes.

"Hmph, the Youming Jie... still this nauseating tune," Yan Buji snorted coldly, the Chaos Force circulating over his body, shielding him from the all‑pervasive death‑aura and resentful whispers. After briefly adapting to the law‑suppression here, he intended to move toward the direction where the Youming essence felt strongest.

His goal was clear—to find power that could enlarge his own Chaos, or that could be used to counter the Abyss and Order. As a realm of reincarnation, the Youming Jie must harbor massive secrets concerning life, death, and the soul's origin, exactly the nourishment he needs!

However, he had just taken a step.

"Hum—"

The seemingly empty gray void ahead suddenly rippled like water. Countless fine, dark‑red runes materialized from nowhere, weaving into an enormous net that covered the entire field of view. At the net's center, space warped, and a figure slowly coalesced.

It was a tall, hulking figure, clad in an archaic, elaborate dark‑red robe embroidered with twisted runes that seemed to bleed continuously. He wielded a white‑bone staff, its tip set with a pulsating dark‑red gem radiating dense deathly Silence and battle intent. His face was shrouded in the hood's shadow, revealing only a pair of eyes burning with icy soul‑fire, and a jawline faintly exposed, hard as if carved by knife and axe.

A massive, ancient pressure, blending Asura battle will with Youming deathly Silence, descended like an invisible mountain, thunderously locking Yan Buji in place.

Yan Buji's steps halted, his pupils narrowing slightly. He recognized that aura, that figure!

"It's you..." Yan Buji's voice carried a barely perceptible weight, "the Asura clan's High Priest..."

Under the hood, those burning soul‑fires flickered once, and a low, hoarse voice, as if two grinding stones rasped together, sounded, bearing an ageless indifference:

"Yan Buji... long time no see."

"Never thought, after a thousand years, you'd dare re‑enter my Youming realm in such a wretched state. Moreover, the power on you... a nauseating Chaos, tainted with the Abyss's stench, and a hint of... an Infinity that should not exist."

The High Priest's white‑bone staff tapped lightly, sending a ring of dark‑red ripples outward; the surrounding space seemed instantly solidified, temporarily sealing the unstable Youming passage entrance.

"Last time, you were merely a wandering guest, reckless yet not crossing the boundary. This time, you bring calamity, tearing the world's walls and disturbing the peace of reincarnation. This place is not for your rampage."

Yan Buji stared at the blocking figure, his thoughts racing. The High Priest was the spiritual leader of the Asura, an original powerful race of the Youming Jie; his power was unfathomable. A thousand years ago, when Yan Buji traversed this realm, he had a brief clash with him and knew his tenacity. Especially in the Youming Jie, the opponent held the terrain advantage and could wield Youming law power far beyond the outside world.

"Rampage?" Yan Buji scoffed, the Chaos Force rising around him, resisting the opponent's pressure, "High Priest, why dress it up so grandly? Since when has the Youming Jie become a pristine land untouched by conflict? In reincarnation, the weak are devoured by the strong—perhaps even more so than the outside world!"

His eyes narrowed sharply at him: "Move aside! My purpose here is only to seek power, not to make enemies of the Asura. But if you insist on obstructing..."

Yan Buji's chaotic core pulsed faintly, a more dangerous, fierce aura beginning to spread: "... I don't mind stirring this Youming water even muddier! Use your Asura's war spirit to temper my Chaos Path!"

The High Priest's soul‑fire beneath the hood flared suddenly, the dark‑red runes around him flickering erratically, exuding a sharp killing intent.

"Stubborn and unresponsive."

"This place is where you shall meet your end!"

Before the words finished, the blood‑eyed High Priest swung his white‑bone staff!

"Asura Blood Prison, activate!"

Boom!

The surrounding scene changed dramatically! The gray heavens and earth were instantly replaced by endless dark‑red, the ground beneath a roiling sea of blood, and countless wailing war‑soul phantoms drifting in the sky! The dense blood‑kill aura merged with Youming death‑aura, forming a unique domain power that wildly suppressed and corroded Yan Buji's Chaos Force!