Chapter 835: The Might of a True God, the Fall of Zi Luo

"Is that so?" Lin Xuan suddenly smiled, "Then have you ever thought about what would happen if the characters in a painting possessed self-awareness?"

"What do you mean?"

"It means—" A light erupted from Lin Xuan's body like never before, "I shall break the boundaries of dimensions!"

The Hun Dun origin spun crazily, and the other eight origins resonated as well. The nine types of power were no longer simply merging; they were undergoing a qualitative change.

"This is..." Zi Luo's expression changed drastically.

"That's right, I am breaking through!" Lin Xuan laughed loudly, "Thanks to your pressure, I have seen the path beyond transcendence!"

Boom!

Strange phenomena of heaven and earth arose suddenly. Nine-colored lightning tribulations descended from the Void, each bolt containing the power to destroy everything.

"True God Tribulation! He is actually breaking through to the True God realm in the middle of a battle!" Zi Luo could not believe it.

Bathed in the lightning tribulation, Lin Xuan was not only uninjured but was instead absorbing the power of the tribulation. The nine great origins greedily devoured the power of the laws within the thunder, constantly growing stronger.

"So that's how it is. The True God realm is about breaking the boundaries of the origins and letting oneself become the laws themselves!"

Lin Xuan attained enlightenment. He was no longer a person who controlled the origins, but had become the embodiment of the origins.

When the final bolt of lightning fell, Lin Xuan's aura changed completely. He stood there, yet he was everywhere. He was Lun Hui, he was life and death, he was Hun Dun itself.

"True God realm..." Zi Luo retreated, trembling, "This is impossible! How could a True God be born in the lower realm!"

"Nothing is impossible." Lin Xuan's voice seemed to come from all directions, "Now, it is time to settle the score."

Zi Luo's expression became incredibly ugly. She could feel that the aura radiating from Lin Xuan was no weaker than her own, and was even still climbing.

"Even if you have broken through to True God, so what?" Zi Luo forced herself to stay calm, "The gap between a newly ascended True God and a half-step True God is still as vast as heaven and earth!"

She formed seals with her hands, and a giant purple dharma image appeared behind her. That dharma image had a thousand hands and a thousand eyes; each hand held a different weapon, and each eye shot out rays of destructive light.

"Thousand-Hand Rakshasa—World Annihilation!"

A thousand hands attacked simultaneously, each strike capable of destroying a great world. The dense, rain-like attacks fell, intending to completely wipe Lin Xuan out.

However, Lin Xuan simply stood there, letting the attacks land on him.

A shocking scene occurred—all the attacks vanished the moment they touched Lin Xuan, as if they had never existed.

"What is this?" Zi Luo widened her eyes.

"Hun Dun encompasses all things and can also devour all things," Lin Xuan said indifferently, "Your attacks are nothing more than nourishment to me."

He took a step forward, and the entire world shook.

"Now, it is my turn."

Lin Xuan raised his hand, and nine giant wheels of origin suddenly appeared in the Void. Each wheel represented an origin, rotating slowly and emitting a terrifying pressure.

"Nine Wheels Rotating Together—Heaven and Earth Return to Ruins!"

The nine wheels accelerated simultaneously, forming a giant millstone. Wherever the millstone passed, everything was ground into nothingness. Space, time, and laws all collapsed in the face of this terrifying power.

Zi Luo retreated frantically, but no matter where she retreated, the millstone followed like a shadow.

"Damn it!" She gritted her teeth, "Don't think you're the only one who can play for real!"

Zi Luo suddenly stopped, and the aura on her body began to climb crazily. Her skin turned a strange purple, two horns grew from her forehead, and six pairs of wings unfolded behind her.

"True God Form—Rakshasa True Body!"

This was her strongest form, and also the form she was least willing to reveal. Because maintaining this form required consuming a massive amount of origin, she would be weak for a long time afterward.

But now, she had no choice.

"Go to hell!"

Zi Luo transformed into a streak of purple light, moving so fast that even time could not catch up. She held a purple spear condensed in her hand; it was her life-bound divine artifact, containing all of her power.

"Rakshasa God Spear—Destruction Strike!"

This strike was one that even other Legion Commanders of higher dimensions would have to avoid.

Yet Lin Xuan merely extended one finger.

"Freeze."

With that one simple word, Zi Luo was frozen in mid-air. It was not time being stopped, but causality being locked—the cause of her "attack" had its effect of "hitting" forcibly severed.

"This is impossible!" Zi Luo struggled desperately, but in the face of absolute power, all struggles were futile.

"You are wrong," Lin Xuan shook his head, "The strength of the True God realm does not lie in the magnitude of power, but in the understanding of the laws."

He tapped his finger lightly, and the spear in Zi Luo's hand shattered inch by inch.

"You only grasped power, but you did not understand the essence of power. And I have already become power itself."

Lin Xuan opened his palm, and a tiny seed of Hun Dun appeared in it.

"Do you know what this is?" He smiled, "This is the seed of a world. Under my cultivation, it can grow into a complete world."

He flicked the seed toward Zi Luo.

The moment the seed touched Zi Luo, it began to take root and sprout. Countless roots burrowed into her body, absorbing her power as nourishment.

"Ah—" Zi Luo screamed in agony.

She could feel a world being born within her. Mountains, rivers, the sun, the moon, and the stars—everything was growing wildly. And her body was becoming the soil for this world.

"Stop! I surrender!" Zi Luo was finally afraid.

But Lin Xuan remained unmoved: "When you invaded, did you ever think of today?"

The world continued to grow, and Zi Luo's body began to disintegrate. Her flesh and blood turned into earth, her bones turned into mountain ranges, her blood turned into Jiang He, and finally, even her soul was decomposed to become the laws of this new world.

A brand-new small world appeared in the Void, and Zi Luo had completely vanished.

"Is this the power of a True God..."

Everyone watching the battle was stunned. Creating a world—this was no longer something a human could do; this was the domain of gods!

"Who else wants to come and die?" Lin Xuan scanned the Void.

In those spatial rifts, more figures could be vaguely seen. But after witnessing Lin Xuan's strength, they were all hesitating.

"Interesting, truly interesting."

Suddenly, an aged voice rang out.

A hunched old man walked out from the largest fissure. He looked frail and weak, but the aura emanating from his body made even Lin Xuan feel pressure.

"First Legion Commander—Cang," the old man introduced himself, "Peak True God Realm, and also the supreme commander of this harvesting operation."

Peak True God Realm!

Lin Xuan's eyes were grave. He could feel that this old man's strength was far above that of Zilu.

"To be able to break through to True God in the midst of battle, your talent makes even this old man feel surprised," Cang said slowly, "It is a pity, you were born in the wrong place."

"What do you mean?"

"The lower realm is just the lower realm; it can never truly threaten the higher dimensions," Cang sighed, "Do you know why we must periodically harvest the lower realm?"