Within the Great Dao of Time, the unrestrained laughter of the Happy Old Man echoed wildly.

Time reversed.

Except for the nine-tailed fox Bai Li.

Luo Zhi, the Ancient Bone Elder, the Toad, and the Bloodfeather Roc Clan all ascended to Great Ascension.

In an instant, five Great Ascension beings stood tall across Cangzhou.

Within the River of Time, the Happy Old Man now appeared withered and emaciated.

His remaining lifespan could barely sustain his survival, leaving him incapable of further action.

His skin peeled off in flakes, like aged tree bark eroded by time—dry, rough, and devoid of luster.

Each falling piece carried a faint yellow hue, marking the passage of his fading life.

His protruding bones became clearly visible, creating a ghastly sight.

The rest... depends on you now.

"..........."

Five Great Ascension beings rewrote the laws of Cangzhou.

For the first time, Lingxu felt pressure.

Crushing pressure weighing upon him.

The Crimson Flare Demon King stood atop a fiery tornado, draining all water spiritual energy within ten thousand miles—rivers evaporated into mist, lands turned arid.

The Ancient Bone Elder's Ten Thousand Corpses Demon Sovereign emerged like corpses crawling from ancient battlefields.

The Toad's lifebound treasure shimmered with starlight.

Five Great Ascension demon kings surrounded Lingxu.

"This land needs a new master."

The Bloodfeather Roc Clan released an earth-shaking screech that echoed across the heavens.

As the cry resounded, its feathers shed while claws transformed.

Layer upon layer of scales covered its body—true dragon scales.

Finally, the Bloodfeather Roc Clan completed its metamorphosis into a genuine dragon.

Previously, its fusion with a dragon soul had failed.

Now, having achieved Great Ascension, it became a true dragon.

Yet this dragon appeared unnaturally sinister.

A black dragon!!

As if dipped in ink.

When Luo Zhi unleashed his divine ability, the sky darkened instantly.

Countless fragments rained down—refined fragments of heavenly laws.

Five Great Ascension demons forcibly melted the authority of heaven and earth!

Five chains of law descended from the sky.

Lingxu's sword flashed, attempting to deflect them.

Yet his sword energy scattered upon contact as if meeting the world's hardest substance.

The dispersed energy drifted away like gentle breezes.

Through his Spirit Eyes, Lingxu saw golden threads weaving through the chains.

These were the very rules of this world.

His sword tip traced the chains' trajectories—paths that seemed beyond this realm.

"Pfft!"

Lingxu's expression shifted slightly as one chain pierced his back.

That energy could obliterate a Tribulation Transcension cultivator's foundation.

The Ancient Bone Elder rejoiced.

Finally! After such prolonged battle and tremendous cost—

They'd wounded Lingxu!

"Wait!" The Crimson Flare Demon King suddenly warned.

Lingxu was analyzing the energy's essence through his injury.

Abruptly, Lingxu raised an eyebrow, smearing his sword with vital blood.

Then he finally swung that fateful strike.

"BOOM—!!!"

Like shattering glass, all five law chains fragmented simultaneously.

No respite came.

A massive shadow engulfed Lingxu, covering a thousand zhang radius.

The Toad teleported a mountain range, hurling it at Lingxu—

Refined instantly into a weapon through Great Ascension power.

Lingxu pointed with one hand, sword in the other.

"BOOM—!!!"

His sword light shattered the mountain into countless fragments raining upon the land.

Five Great Ascension beings could command spiritual energy across a hundred thousand zhang.

Half of Cangzhou's energy surged toward them.

Or rather, as Great Ascension beings—

They no longer needed to absorb energy.

The winds around them could flatten mountains.

Their leaking power alternated between furnace-like heat and underworld cold.

Lingxu's robes billowed, his hair ribbon long lost.

Three thousand black strands danced wildly in the wind.

Each step birthed a blue lotus in the void.

Five towering demonic pillars surrounded him as the landscape cracked across a hundred thousand li.

The black dragon opened its maw, spewing a catastrophic flood like a celestial waterfall.

Lingxu reversed the deluge with a backhanded sword wave.

The sky darkened again.

The Crimson Flare Demon King's wings blotted out the sun, feathers transforming into raining fire.

Lingxu conjured massive waters to oppose the flames.

The Ancient Bone Elder spread his arms as if embracing sun and moon, roaring.

Lingxu laughed wildly, sword flashing, "Hahaha!! Magnificent. Again!"

His dharma form expanded hundredfold.

Reaching beyond the heavens, he slashed downward—

Cleaving half of Cangzhou.

"BOOM—!!!"

This was Lingxu's final service to Cangzhou.

As for the rest—

Let fate decide.

He could spare no further concern.

After that strike, Lingxu retracted his dharma form, holding nothing back.

Their battle spanned tens of thousands of li.

Who could possibly survive such carnage?

Lingxu struck again and again!

Five demon kings unleashed their full might.

Across Cangzhou, cities crumbled under stray energies into flattened ruins.

Where their power passed, buildings collapsed, trees snapped, earth tore apart.

Each of Crimson Flare's fire feathers brought apocalyptic destruction—countless lives extinguished instantly.

Only scorched earth remained where flames touched.

Lingxu ceased deliberate rescues, fighting with full power.

Against five Great Ascension demon kings, even he couldn't afford carelessness.

"..........."

Wen Yuan watched Cangzhou's devastation, closing his eyes in sorrow.

"End this battle... quickly."

Lingxu suddenly halted.

"BOOM—!!!"

With world-shattering impact, Burial Armament City descended from the clouds.

The skyborne fortress plummeted at terrifying speed, as if to split the world.

Then it positioned itself before Lingxu.

Endless walls stretched forth, towers and banners atop them.

This impregnable stronghold had for millennia barred the Eastern Desolate Demon Territory.

Separating Cangzhou from demonic slaughter.

Now, at this very moment—

Burial Armament City shielded Lingxu.

Five Great Ascension beings arrived in succession.

City Lord Wen Yuan stood in black battle armor, warblade in hand.

Within these walls, he could fight beyond Tribulation Transcension levels.

With pursuers before and behind—

Lingxu chuckled lightly, "Roam freely slaying demons, one sword felling hordes of fiends!!"