As Dao Wei continued transforming, his figure exuded a celestial presence. His silver halo pulsed with the rhythm of his six elements, each one manifesting momentarily in a brilliant, shifting display. The air itself crackled as these forces intertwined, resonating with his very being. His Chaos Body Martial Soul had fully awakened, no longer a passive existence but an active force that shaped the battlefield itself.
The elements did not merely surround him—they obeyed him. Water coiled around his frame like living rivers, flowing into his movements. Metal hardened his aura, sharpening his very presence into an indomitable blade. Space folded subtly, distorting distance and time in an eerie, seamless fashion. Light and Darkness flickered in contrast, a duality of creation and destruction, while Lightning arced wildly, each strand surging with primordial wrath.
Diteyi, in his Demonic Asura form, gnashed his jagged teeth as his mind wrestled with the reality before him. His once-unshakable confidence wavered.
"Absolute madness. Madness, I tell you! This doesn't even make any sense at all. No. No. No!" he raved, shaking his head in violent denial. "Like How, how could he continue to rise when he should have already been crushed? Doesn't this guy have a limit?"
SSSSS!
Deep within his mind, a slithering voice whispered, "End… him… end him… now…"
It was a voice he knew all too well. The Hell Serpent Zodiac was now screaming at him to act.
Bang!
Diteyi lunged, his Crimson Spear slicing through space itself, carving a path of destruction toward Dao Wei. But before it could connect, the attack was snuffed out, disintegrating into nothingness.
Diteyi's pupils shrank, 'What the… I can't even touch him now?!'
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A relentless barrage followed, each attack detonating upon impact with an invisible force. The sheer power of the collisions fractured the ground and sent shockwaves that tore through the desert. But Dao Wei remained unmoving, an ancient monk unbothered by the storm.
BOOM!
The relentless bombardment caused a huge black smoke to cover the entire area where Dao Wei was, leading to and eerie silence.
Meanwhile, somewhere deep within the heart of the Demon Sect, a place where rivers of blood-red mist curled through the air and eerie chants echoed like whispers of the damned, an ancient figure sat upon a throne carved from obsidian. His very existence distorted space, making even the most formidable elders kneel, their backs drenched in cold sweat.
Boom!
A deafening explosion of energy erupted as the old man's eyes snapped open, their crimson glow like twin suns of destruction. The sheer force of his awakening sent tremors through the sect, causing pillars to crack and weaker disciples to collapse, vomiting blood.
An elder barely managed to steady himself, his face pale as he stumbled forward. "A-Ancestor! What is happening?!"
The ancient figure exhaled, his breath alone enough to make the air vibrate like a war drum. "That brat… that wretched Sword Childe…" His voice rumbled like a distant storm approaching. "Send an elite force immediately to retrieve the Demon Childe."
The Sect Leader, a middle-aged man with sharp features and an oppressive aura, hesitated. "Ancestor, is there truly a need? Diteyi possesses the Hell Serpent. The Sword Childe is formidable, but surely, he—"
Boom!
Before he could finish, an invisible force smashed into him, sending him skidding several meters back. The floor beneath him shattered from the impact.
"You fool!" the old man bellowed, his fury manifesting in waves of dark energy that cracked the very walls of the grand hall. "Do you not understand what we are dealing with?!"
The Sect Leader coughed, struggling to his feet. "B-But Ancestor, Diteyi is—"
The old man's expression darkened further, his gaze piercing through the Sect Leader's soul like a blade. "That boy… that Dao Wei… He is the Death God of the Lower Shura!"
The room fell into a stunned silence. The words rang in their ears like the tolling of a funeral bell.
The Sect Leader blinked. "…Excuse me, what?"
The old man clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking like thunder. "The very same one who razed the Death Zen Sect to nothingness! Not a single soul survived!"
The Sect Leader's lips twitched. "…Wait. You mean that whole mysterious annihilation from a few months ago? The one nobody could explain?"
"Yes."
"And the one that had even the Imperial Court too scared to investigate?"
"Yes."
The Sect Leader's throat went dry. "And… we let our Demon Childe fight that guy?"
"Yes."
A long, painful pause filled the ancestors hall.
The Sect Leader's direct disciple on the side nervously cleared his throat. "…Should we, uh, start writing a eulogy?"
The Sect Leader spun around and smacked him across the head.
The old man's face twisted with rage. "Idiots! We must retrieve Diteyi before it's too late! If we do not act now, he will perish!"
The Sect Leader immediately turned to the assembled elders. "Dispatch the Demon Guard! No—send the Grand Demon Vanguard!"
Another elder hesitated. "But Sect Leader, should we also prepare an—"
"Send everyone!" the Sect Leader roared. "I don't care if it takes the entire sect's forces! We are retrieving the Demon Childe before he gets turned into mincemeat!"
The hall descended into a frenzy as orders were issued, messengers scrambled, and the elite forces of the Demon Sect were mobilized.
As the ancient ancestor watched the chaos unfold, he exhaled heavily, rubbing his temples. "…This is why I hate dealing with prodigies."
Back in the Southern Vast Desert, the last remnants of smoke curled into the sky. The once-thriving land, now a battlefield of devastation, crackled with lingering energy. The air itself trembled, thick with the scent of scorched earth and raw destruction.
A voice, steady and unwavering, cut through the silence.
"Are you done?"
Dao Wei stood within the dissipating black smoke, bathed in a sinister black radiance, he was now clad in silver and black robes flowing as though they were woven from the threads of the cosmos. The runic sigils across his garments pulsed, shifting between six colors—Blue, Silver, Purple, Light, Darkness, and Lightning—each representing a supreme force under his control. His presence alone seemed to weigh on reality itself.
Diteyi's breath hitched. A primal fear gripped his core. His instincts screamed at him to flee—to abandon this battle, to kneel, to beg for mercy. But it was too late.
The silver halo above Dao Wei gleamed, the six elemental orbs orbiting in perfect harmony, distorting the very laws of existence. His Chaos Body Martial Soul had fully awakened, no longer just a concept but an undeniable force of creation and destruction. The elements did not merely empower him. They were him.
"Now…" Dao Wei stepped forward, his tone carrying the weight of inevitability. Or rather—he ceased to exist in one place and reappeared in another. "Let's play."
One step, a single breath, and a flicker of silver.
Boom!
Diteyi lurched forward, every fiber of his being screaming—something was terribly, terribly wrong.
Dao Wei's mastery of the sword was no longer a matter of technique. It was beyond the physical act of swinging a blade. His intent alone was enough.
The moment he wished to strike, the heavens answered.
Space twisted. Distance became meaningless. Time wavered, unsure whether to move forward or backward.
Diteyi found himself surrounded.
Boom!
The desert floor collapsed beneath him as he dodged—not really, as he struggled to comprehend where the next attack would come from. Every movement he made felt like stepping into a labyrinth of blades.
"Enough!" His eyes burned with fury. He would not be toyed with!
"Asura Hell Devastation!"
The sky split open, darkness pouring down like a rain of death. From the abyss, countless shadowy hands clawed into existence, each one crackling with void energy. They surged forward, seeking to drag Dao Wei into eternal damnation.
For a moment, it looked unstoppable.
Dao Wei exhaled. His grip on Skyfall tightening by the moment.
Rumble!
The Godsword shuddered, resonating with his Demon Heart Flame. A flame beyond hell, beyond purification—a flame of absolute destruction.
His voice was but a whisper.
"Sword Dao—Eternal Concept, Abyssal Annihilation."
BOOM!
A single slash causing a tear in reality.
The shadowy hands disintegrated before they could even reach him. The abyss recoiled. The world itself seemed to scream as the force of the strike carved a path of obliteration through the land, splitting the heavens in two.
Diteyi stumbled, his Asura form flickering under the immense pressure. His heart pounded like a war drum. 'This is impossible. He's… too strong.'
But it wasn't over.
Boom!
Diteyi's eyes blazed with sheer, desperate determination. He had one last move.
If he were to fall, then he would drag Dao Wei down with him.
His aura surged, twisting into something even more vile, more unstable. His muscles bulged grotesquely, and his form expanded, veins of infernal energy spreading across his body.
He threw his head back and let out a guttural roar.
"THEN PERISH WITH ME!"
The ground trembled violently. The very desert cracked apart.
Diteyi lifted his arms to the heavens, his energy condensing into a singularity of death.
"Asura Hell Devastation—FINAL CATASTROPHE!"
The sky blackened. Time itself seemed to pause.
A force capable of reducing an entire kingdom to dust erupted forth.
Dao Wei standing amidst the absolute destruction, merely raised his sword, his expression unmoved.
The silver halo above him glowed brighter. The six orbs spiraled around him, converging into his blade. The very air hummed in anticipation.
His voice was calm. Too calm.
"Chaos Sword Annihilation."
Rumble!
Six elements, six forces of existence, all fused into one.
Swing!
For a moment, it was as if the world had ended.
BOOM!
The resulting clash unleashed a shockwave that could be felt across the continent. The skies howled. The sands of the desert were instantly vaporized. The heavens rumbled as reality itself was nearly torn apart by the sheer, overwhelming force.
For a brief moment, all was silent.