Chapter 14: Instant Kill

"Run!"

Jun's family Ancestor let out a short, sharp, fierce howl; the withered Dark Shadow instantly turned into a stream of Chaos light moving a thousand times faster than before, tearing Space, about to flee into the endless Void!

The Ancestor of the Burning Heaven transformed into an almost imperceptible line of world‑burning fire; the Ancestor of the Rending Heaven Blade, even more, merged man and blade, becoming a supersonic blade ray that slashes through Time and Space. The three fled in three different directions, desperate escapes!

The speed reached its extreme, even burning Primordial essence blood!

"Stop running!!"

The Purple Clan Ancestor's beard and hair stood on end, he roared, ready to chase down regardless of anything!

However, at the top of the Altar, that towering Guangying finally moved.

Or rather, he never moved at all.

He simply… seemed to, in an extremely casual manner, cast a faint glance toward the three desperate escape directions.

Only a… mysterious, beyond‑all‑worldly‑power definitions "Will", as that gaze turned, silently descended.

This "Will", formless and insubstantial, seemed to act directly upon the very root of the Dark Being!

Time, at this moment, lost its meaning.

Space, at this moment, lost its dimensions.

Those three rays, representing the pinnacle power of the Southern Domain, the evasion light nearing the limit of thought, as if an absolute‑stop button had been pressed, bizarrely and without warning… solidified in the Void!

Jun's family Ancestor's withered face twisted in horror, the Burning Heaven Ancestor's crimson phantom leaping with fearful flames, the Rending Heaven Blade Ancestor's exposed blade aura… all like specimens set in transparent amber, frozen lifelike yet exuding a chilling Line: Dead Silence.

Immediately thereafter, under the stunned, incomprehending gazes of all living beings.

These three solidified Dark Shadows, together with all the aura, pressure, and energy fluctuations they emitted… began to disintegrate silently…

Not shattering, not exploding.

But like sand poured into the end of the Time Changhe, like the supreme law erasing the Dark Being's imprint, like the most delicate sand painting brushed by a breeze…

Bit by bit, strand by strand, from the tiniest particles upward… turning into flying ash!

First the robes and battle armor, then Skin and flesh, then Bones and the soul's Primordial…

All matter and energy constituting their existence, under that profound "Will", were broken down, dispersed, and turned to void in an unstoppable, irreversible manner!

No screams.

No struggle.

Not even a trace of energy dissipated.

The three pinnacle Ancestors who have roamed the Southern Domain for countless years, whose mere stomp could make billions shudder, true Immortal‑level beings, in this silent yet terrifying scene, as if they had never existed… completely turned into the trivial, drifting dust that filled the sky!

Not only them!

All the remaining Dark Cultivators of the Jun families who invaded the Purple Clan Ancestral Land, whether the lowest disciples, the strong ones battling the Purple Clan Elder, or even the warships anchored in the distant Star Domain and lurking scouts…

As long as they bore the Causality aura of today's assault on the Purple Clan and intent to destroy the Altar, regardless of where they were, no matter how deep they hid…

At the same moment, all like stains erased by an eraser, silently… turned into flying ash! Scattered with the wind, leaving no trace!

The entire Purple Radiance Divine Realm instantly fell into an absolute, scalp‑splitting… Line: Dead Silence!

Time seemed to stall, Space seemed to solidify.

Everyone remained in the posture of the previous instant, as if petrified.

Only the sky‑filled drifting ash, representing the once‑great existence, silently narrated the terrifying scene that had just transcended comprehension.

Plop! Plop!

Finally, a Purple Clan disciple with slightly weaker mental endurance's legs gave way, collapsing to the ground, face as pale as paper, whole body trembling like a sieve.

More people clutched their mouths tightly, eyes bulging as if about to split, pupils filled with boundless horror and… bewilderment!

A single thought!

In just a single thought!

The three Immortal‑realm Ancestors, together with all invaders… turned to ash!

What Great Power is this?!

What realm is this?!

"Sss—!!!"

After an unknown amount of time, within the Line: Dead Silence, finally rose a series of staggered, uncontrollable inhalations of cold air!

Those sounds converged, like a storm sweeping the icy Star Domain, filled with ultimate fear and awe!

All gazes, bearing post‑catastrophe euphoria and bone‑deep shock, focused devoutly on the towering Guangying atop the Altar!

"Purple Clan, all! Bow and thank Huang Lao for the great grace!!"

The Purple Clan Ancestor was the first to react, suppressing the raging turmoil in his heart, and bowed deeply toward the Guangying with utmost reverence!

His voice trembled with emotion.

This grace, like rebirth!

Had it not been Huang Lao, the Purple Clan would have been on the brink of annihilation today!

"Bow and thank Huang Lao for the great grace!!"

Ziyouming, despite his grievously wounded body, led all remaining Purple Clan core members, kneeling en masse on the ground!

His voice was loud, full of supreme gratitude and reverence!

Ziyangxian also bowed gracefully with his people, his beautiful eyes flashing with endless awe and curiosity toward this mysterious supreme being.

At the top of the Altar, the dazzling radiance on the towering Guangying seemed to slowly contract a bit with the vanishing of the Three Ancestor, no longer as glaring, yet more profound and lofty.

He seemed to have done only a trivial little thing.

Guangying slowly looked around, its invisible gaze sweeping over the kneeling Purple Clan, finally seeming to linger for an instant on Ye Wuque, who stood silently beside, also cloaked in a black robe.

That gaze was calm and unruffled, as if it pierced the black robe's concealment and saw something deeper.

When Ye Wuque felt that gaze pass over him, his spirit jolted, as if all his secrets were instantly laid bare, and a tremor from the depths of his soul arose.

But that feeling was fleeting, passing quickly, like an illusion.

Huang Lao's gaze was immediately withdrawn, as if the pause just now had been merely a casual glance.

A calm, indifferent voice, as if coming from above the Nine Heavens, slowly resonated in everyone's heart, carrying a sense of vicissitudes from overlooking the ages… and… as a matter of course:

"No need to thank me…"

The voice was not loud, yet it was clearly imprinted deep in everyone's souls.

"I have said before…"

Guangying's gaze seemed to fall upon the cluster of life light at the altar's core, beating ever more strongly, its outline almost completely solidified; in that indifferent voice, there seemed to be a hint of… appreciation?

"Ziyang Shen… astonishing talent and beauty… rare through the ages… his fall is a regret of heaven and earth…"

"Worthy of me… making a move once…"

"Now…"

Guangying's voice paused slightly, the converging light became brighter again, as if indicating something.

"Continue… the resurrection of Ziyang Shen… has arrived… the final moment…"

As his words fell, upon the altar, the life light enveloping Ziyang Shen suddenly burst forth with unprecedented brilliant divine light!

A vast and mighty aura, full of infinite vitality, like the slumbering proud sun of ages past, suddenly revived!

The blurry figure within the light, at the position of the heart, suddenly… throbbed once!

Thud!

A faint sound, yet like the heartbeats of heaven and earth opening, clearly transmitted into everyone's ears!