Chapter 767: Battle the Dark Lord

The collapsed Dark Divine Mountain, its shattered rocks and cosmic dust still drift slowly in the endless Void, and after the mountain billions of zhang high shattered, the most core, most secret Forbidden Land was revealed.

Unlike the chaotic, broken scenery outside, within this Forbidden Land there is not a single fragment of rock turbulence, not even a hint of vibration reaches in; only an eternal, unchanging, thick darkness so dense that even Tiandao's light cannot penetrate, quietly pervading every inch of space.

Here is the birthplace of the Dark Clan, the Primordial Sacred Land where the Dark Lord has sat for billions of years.

Even though the Dark Divine Mountain has completely collapsed, this Forbidden Land remains as steady as Mount Tai, as if it has existed since Open Heaven and Split Earth, merged with the Dark Origin of the entire No Return Path, indivisible and indestructible.

The surrounding Time and Space lose all meaning here; the past, present, and future three Time Rivers twist, intertwine, and overlap, forming a bizarre realm that transcends the Transcendent Cycles of the heavens.

Even ordinary Dark Cultivators, merely approaching the edge of this Forbidden Land, have their souls completely shredded by the chaotic Time and Space, resulting in death and disappearance of the Dao.

Even a practitioner of Supreme Boundless Great Perfection does not dare to set foot here even a half-step.

Only an ultimate-leap supreme existence can barely resist the Time-Space Turbulence and Darkness erosion here.

And at this moment, a figure of obsidian hue took a single step, already spanning the endless distance, descending to the very center of this Forbidden Land.

The one who arrives is Xuan Tian Di, Xuan.

His step lands without earth-shaking sound or raging energy waves, yet the surrounding chaotic Time and Space and the thick darkness seem to meet a natural nemesis, instantly retreating to both sides.

He is surrounded by Chaotic Divine Light of the Primordial Origin, the interwoven black-and-white radiance appears faint, yet it illuminates this Dark Forbidden Land that has never known light since antiquity.

Every inch of Void beneath his feet sprouts chaotic lotus platforms bearing Tiandao with each step; as the lotus platforms bloom, Creation power slowly diffuses, completely purifying all the encroaching Dark Origin.

His gaze is calm and profound, as if containing the birth and death of the Transcendent Cycles, he slowly lifts his eyes toward the deepest part of the Forbidden Land.

There, endless Darkness swells like tide, and a supreme throne forged wholly from the core of Dark Origin, supplemented by the Dao bones of billions of fallen celestial strongmen, hovers silently at the center of the Dark River.

The throne rises billions of zhang high, its surface engraved with countless bizarre and ancient World-Annihilation Dao Patterns, each line harboring terrifying power capable of destroying an entire world.

Around the throne float innumerable wrecked world debris and remnant souls of endless Dark Creatures; they revolve slowly around the throne, emitting low, eerie murmurs as if worshipping their creator.

And at this moment, upon the supreme Dark Throne, a figure slowly coalesces from the endless Darkness.

The figure sits upright on the throne, its whole being shrouded in darkness so thick it reaches the extreme, its face and form indistinct, even gender indiscernible, only a pair of eyes pierce out from the Darkness.

They are eyes devoid of any emotion, containing endless destruction and Jiemie, where their gaze reaches, even Time and Space freeze completely, even Tiandao shatters entirely.

As the figure coalesces, an aura of terror to the extreme slowly emanates from it.

This aura far surpasses the level of the Ultimate Leap, bearing a Jiemie pressure that towers above Tiandao of the heavens, contending evenly with the Creation Dao might on Xuan, not yielding an inch!

Clearly, this figure is the Primordial Supreme of the Dark Clan, the Dark Lord!

It is the true source of the Dark Clan, the terrifying existence that forged the entire Dark Clan and has terrified the Transcendent Cycles for billions of years!

Half-step Transcendence!

Like Xuan, also stepping into the legendary Half-step Transcendence Realm!

Only such terrifying cultivation can contend with Xuan for countless ages, enduring innumerable Era Great Calamities yet remaining unshaken, becoming the greatest nightmare of the Transcendent Cycles.

Xuan's gaze calmly rests upon the figure on the Dark Throne, his brows slightly furrowing.

He can clearly sense that the figure before him, though its aura is terrifying and close to the true body, is not the Dark Lord's true form, merely a Dao Body condensed from Dark Origin.

Its true body is not here at all, not even within this Time and Space dimension, but in that Unknowable Land that even he cannot easily lock onto.

"Dark Lord, after billions of years, you still only dare hide behind the scenes, confronting me with mere bodies?"

Xuan's voice is calm and even, yet clearly reverberates throughout the Forbidden Land, carrying a faint indifference, "Your true body is not here, but in that Unknowable Land, right?"

As the words fall, the Dark Lord seated on the Dark Throne suddenly emits an odd, faint laugh.

The laugh does not come from his mouth, but arises simultaneously from every inch of darkness surrounding the Forbidden Land, in all directions, penetrating every opening, bearing a cold arrogance and the familiar mockery of having contended with Xuan for countless ages.

"The true body is absent, so what of it?"

The Dark Lord's voice, like countless cold needles piercing the soul, carries an extreme Jiemie power, "Xuan, after billions of years, we have clashed countless times; you should know that in this Dark Sacred Land, within my arena, even a mere body is indistinguishable from the true form, enough to suppress you."

"Moreover, you think that today you broke the Dark Clan's scheme, killed my Nine Great Apocalypse Sequences, shattered my Dark Divine Mountain—does that even mean you have won?"

"The great calamity of the Transcendent Cycles has only just begun."

Xuan hears this, his eyes show no flicker, yet his heart already understands.

The Dark Lord before him is the true creator and source of the Dark Clan, one of the Ten Tribes of No Return Road, and also among the ten most powerful and terrifying beings of the Ten Tribes of No Return Road.

Since the ages of eternity, he and the Dark Lord have clashed countless times, each duel lasting at least tens of thousands of years.

From the earliest antiquity, through the ancient epochs, to the present epoch, their battles have spanned the entire history of the Transcendent Cycles, never ceasing.

And the final showdown of this epoch ultimately erupted again on this No Return Path.

Xuan says not another wasted word.

Against an opponent of the Dark Lord's caliber, any words are superfluous; only strength, only Tiandao, can decide the final outcome.

He takes the initiative!

Xuan slowly raises his right hand; at his fingertips, the Tai Shi, Tai Chu, and Tai Yuan three streams of Tiandao power, sharing the same source yet different currents, instantly converge and perfectly fuse, forming a black-and-white interwoven Primordial Origin Dao Seal.

This Seal Script, seemingly only palm-sized, seems to encompass the birth-and-death cycles of the Transcendent Cycles, containing the great Creation power of Open Heaven and Split Earth.

As the Seal Script circulates, Tiandao power from countless past and future Times and Spaces is drawn in, converging within this Seal Script.

There is no earth-shaking phenomenon, no raging energy aftershock; Xuan has mastered the Half-step Transcendence Realm's power to the extreme, all its might fully condensed into these seals, with not a trace leaking, not even the surrounding Void trembles.

Yet the seemingly plain seals, the moment they strike the Dark Throne, cause the Time and Space of the entire Dark Forbidden Land to freeze instantly!

The endless Darkness halts its surge at this moment, the chaotic Time River stops flowing, the world debris and remnant souls around the throne become completely still, and even the Jiemie pressure emanating from the Dark Lord is forcibly pushed back by the power of this Seal Script!

This is the power of the Half-step Transcendence Realm: in a single thought, fixing Time and Space, subduing Tiandao, commanding the birth and death of the heavens!