Chapter 392: The Killing Is Over

Xuan Yi's side likewise had brilliant battle results.

He stepped on a Yin‑Yang Taiji diagram, his figure darted through the beasts like lightning.

Each swing of his Yin‑Yang Sword drew black‑and‑white blade light, and wherever the blade light passed, Creation Divine Beasts fell in droves.

More startling, the Creation Force emitted by the slain beasts was partially absorbed and refined by the Yin‑Yang Taiji diagram on his sword, thereby strengthening his sword momentum.

"Creation summons divine brilliance, Yin‑Yang cleaves dawn and dusk!"

Xuan Yi let out a clear shout, and his sword momentum abruptly changed.

He leapt into midair, raising the Yin‑Yang Sword overhead, its tip pointing toward the heavens.

In an instant, the Chaos glow in the sky was drawn, wildly converging on the sword tip.

Behind him, a vast painting unfurled.

On the left, flourishing, vibrant mountains and rivers; on the right, withered, Dead Silence, desolate world.

A sword slash descends!

Snicker—

The Void was completely torn by this slash, a black‑and‑white sword scar stretching ten thousand li spanned the sky.

Where the scar passed, the sky was split in two, one half bright and splendid, the other half Darkness and Dead Silence.

Any Divine Beast on the ground, regardless of type or size, if swept by the lingering wave of the scar, silently vanished into nothingness.

This slash exterminated over two thousand Divine Beasts!

The two each displayed divine prowess, cutting through the endless tide of beasts, unstoppable.

With each breath, hundreds to thousands of Divine Beasts fell, Creation mist spread across the battlefield, dense enough to almost solidify.

But as they had anticipated, the Divine Beasts could not be fully slain.

The Chaos glow in the sky kept falling, new Divine Beasts kept emerging from the earth's depths, and even the Creation mist released by slain beasts would reconvene, evolve, and become new Divine Beasts joining the fight.

One hour.

Two hours.

One day.

Two days.

The battle seemed endless.

Ye Wuque's golden divine figure still stood majestically, but its radiance was no longer as dazzling as at the start.

The relentless high‑intensity combat, even with his Stepping Heaven Realm Great Perfection cultivation, still pressed upon him.

Divine Power was depleting, and his flesh began to feel slight Exhaustion.

Xuan Yi's side was likewise not at ease.

His breathing was slightly rapid, and the wrist gripping the sword already bore minor injuries.

Though the Yin‑Yang Sword was profound, repeatedly unleashing its ultimate technique heavily taxed his mind and spirit.

More frightening, the Divine Beasts' strength was rising.

Initially the beasts were only equivalent to six‑seven tribulation near‑Immortal level, but by the third day individuals comparable to eight‑tribulation near‑Immortal began to appear.

These powerful Divine Beasts possessed a degree of sentient intelligence, could coordinate, encircle, and even wield Creation divine techniques, posing a genuine threat to the two.

"We can't delay any longer." On the seventh day, after Ye Wuque's fist shattered three eight‑tribulation near‑Immortal level Divine Beasts, he spoke in a deep voice.

Xuan Yi gasped, and black blood dripped from his sword tip.

It was the blood of an eight‑tribulation near‑Immortal level Creation Divine Beast.

He nodded, "I feel the same. This illusion world absorbs the aftershocks of our battle, continuously strengthening itself. The longer we linger, the harder it becomes."

The two exchanged glances, each seeing resolve in the other's eyes.

It was time to strike with full force.

Ye Wuque inhaled deeply, a roaring sound like rivers surging rose within his body.

It was his blood boiling, Divine Power igniting.

He slowly raised both hands, forming an ancient and intricate hand seal.

When the seal manifested, the entire illusion world seemed to tremble.

The golden divine figure moved in sync, but between its clasped hands, what gathered was no longer golden light, but a swath of Chaos.

Within that Chaos were scenes of Open Heaven and Split Earth, the evolution of all things, the cycle of civilization rise and fall, ultimately all returning to nothingness.

A palm struck down.

This palm was no longer a mere physical attack, but imbued with the Ultimate Dao Rhythm of Supreme Emperor Descends Dust.

Where the palm reached, the Creation Divine Beasts were not shattered but erased from the very plane of existence by pure force, leaving no chance to reform into Creation mist.

One palm cleared all Divine Beasts within a radius of a thousand li.

Xuan Yi's pupils narrowed slightly, yet his movements were no slower.

"Creation Sword Dao! Yin‑Yang cleaves dawn and dusk! Ultimate Form! Creation returns to source!"

He closed his eyes, slowly raising the Yin‑Yang Sword level.

On the blade, the black and white essences no longer circulated but fully merged, becoming a hazy Chaotic sheen.

Within that sheen, one could faintly see the entire cycle of all things—from origin, growth, peak, decline, and ultimate return to the source.

A sword sweep.

There was no earth‑shaking spectacle, only a hazy sword light like mercury spilling onto the ground, spreading silently.

Where the sword light passed, the bodies of the Creation Divine Beasts began to regress.

From adulthood reverting to youth, from youth to embryo, finally back to the primal Creation mist, which the sword light then "purified" and completely vanished.

Both struck with full force, and the battle instantly turned around.

Swaths of divine beasts were cleared, the frequency of Chaos glow falling from the sky began to lessen, and the number of divine beasts bursting from the earth's depths also decreased.

But the illusion world's counterattack also came with it.

On the tenth day, the sky suddenly split open Nine Dao massive fissures.

Divine beasts whose nine‑headed aura was terrifying to the extreme descended from the fissures.

Their shapes varied: the Xuan Turtle that bears the world, the Golden Crow that grasps the sun and moon, the Qilin that controls Lei Dian, the Candle Dragon that manipulates Time…

Each beast's aura had reached the peak of Eight‑Tribulation quasi‑immortality, even faintly touching the threshold of the Nine Tribulations!

More terrifying, a certain Battle Formation arose among them, the auras of the nine beasts linked, forming a great Creation array that shrouded heaven and earth.

"Nine Great Creation Source Beasts…" Xuan Yi's face grew solemn, "Legend says this is the strongest Guardian combination that the Creation Saint Method Origin can simulate. Any single one can suppress the ordinary peak of Eight‑Tribulation quasi‑immortality; the nine beasts together can battle the Nine‑Tribulation quasi‑immortality!"

Ye Wuque said nothing, but the golden light in his eyes burned to the utmost.

The battle entered its most brutal stage.

The Nine Great Source Beasts each displayed their divine powers: the Xuan Turtle's world‑shadow pressed down, the Golden Crow spewed True Sun Fire that scorched sky and sea, the Qilin summoned Nine Heavens Divine Thunder that split the Void, the Candle Dragon's manipulation of Time flow made the two move alternately fast and slow…

Ye Wuque and Xuan Yi were both wounded.

Ye Wuque's right shoulder was struck by the Qilin's divine thunder, blackened and charred, with golden blood flowing.

Xuan Yi's left rib was slashed by the Candle Dragon's Time Blade; the Time Power eroded the wound, and flesh aged and withered at a visibly rapid rate.

Yet they also heavily damaged the source beasts.

Ye Wuque used the Eight Desolates Six Harmonies Emperor God Fist to strike the Xuan Turtle, shattering the world‑shadow on its back, and the turtle's shell cracked open with countless fissures.

Xuan Yi wielded the Creation Origin Sword to cut off one wing of the Golden Crow; True Sun Fire rained onto the earth, scorching a thousand li of barren land.

The battle lasted a full five days and five nights.

When the final source beast—the Void Chi Dragon that controls Space—had its skull shattered by Ye Wuque's Imperial Dragon Splits Nine Heavens strike, the entire illusion world fell into Dead Silence.

No new divine beasts appeared.

The Chaos glow in the sky ceased falling.

No divine beasts emerged from the earth's depths.

Only the Creation mist that pervaded heaven and earth, and the two's heavy breathing, remained.

Ye Wuque's golden divine figure had long vanished; his black robe was torn in many places, revealing beneath a compact body forged like divine gold.

On that body were dozens of wounds of varying depth, the deepest a slash from left chest to right abdomen, nearly opening his gut.

Xuan Yi was no better off.

He leaned on his sword, the Yin‑Yang sword planted in the ground, its blade's light dim.

His complexion was as pale as paper, blood constantly oozed from the corner of his mouth; the blood was not red but a strange blend of black and white.

The two met each other's gaze, seeing exhaustion in each other's eyes, yet also a hint of relief.

Finally… it's over.

However, they were not transported out of the illusion.

The surrounding world still existed, the Creation mist began to drift slowly, converging toward a certain direction.

"The trial… isn't over yet," Xuan Yi coughed, wiping the blood from his mouth. "It seems merely slaying the divine beasts isn't enough; we need to find a way out."

Ye Wuque rose, his Undying Indestructible Imperial Golden Body circulating within, the wounds healing at a visible speed. He surveyed the surroundings, his Divine Sense spreading like a tide, meticulously probing every inch of Space in this world.

One hour.

Two hours.

They searched a ten‑thousand‑li region, but found nothing.

This illusion world seemed truly boundless, without borders, without exits, even without an obvious 'core'.

"Something's off," Ye Wuque said, stopping atop a mountain peak, brows knit. "If this truly is a boundless world, we've slain so many divine beasts; it should have triggered some change by now. Yet aside from the mist's movement, everything remains as usual."

Xuan Yi, thoughtful, said, "You mean…"

"This world has a 'boundary,' we just can't find it," Ye Wuque lifted his gaze toward the chaotic‑colored sky. "Or rather, it hides the 'boundary' in the place we're most likely to overlook."

Xuan Yi followed his line of sight, his body suddenly trembling: "Above the Nine Heavens!"

"Indeed." Ye Wuque's eyes flashed with a sharp light. "We've been searching horizontally all along, forgetting… the vertical."

As the words fell, he slowly raised his right fist.

There was no dazzling divine light, no overwhelming aura, just the simplest punch, thundering toward the sky.

Boom!

The punch's force tore through the air, turning into a golden pillar of light that shot straight into the clouds. Where the pillar passed, Space fractured inch by inch, revealing the black void behind.

Yet oddly, when the pillar surged up thirty thousand zhang into the sky, it seemed to strike an invisible barrier. The golden pillar detonated with a boom, and the barrier did not even ripple.

"As expected." Ye Wuque retracted his fist. "The world's 'boundary' is in the heavens, and… it's sturdier than imagined."

Xuan Yi inhaled deeply, a resolute gleam in his eyes: "Now that we've found the boundary, we'll break through it!"