Chapter 7377
Subjugation
The Yin Ancestor's determined strike pierced precisely into that patch of darkness.
There was no earth-shattering explosion as expected, no roaring energy collision, not even the slightest sound.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment.
The next second, centered on the tip of the Yin Ancestor's blade and that dark singularity, space suddenly rippled violently, as if a canvas was being vigorously rubbed!
His black and red sword energy that could corrode space, the swarming phantoms of vengeful spirits around him, and even the half-blade at the front of the "Yellow Springs" sword were all mercilessly torn apart, devoured, and shredded in this distorted space, leaving not a trace behind, and completely vanished without a trace.
"What?!" The Extreme Yin Ancestor's pupils shrank to pinpoints, his shock reaching its peak... He felt as if he had pierced not flesh and blood, but an abyss leading to endless nothingness!
An irresistible, terrifying suction force emanated from the blade, attempting to forcibly pull his arm, and even his entire body, into the darkness.
He frantically urged all the remaining power in his body to break free, and even hardened his heart to try to sever his spiritual connection with "Huang Quan Jin", but it was all too late.
Click...
A crisp yet chilling snapping sound rang out. The demonic sword "Yellow Springs," which absorbed countless souls and was revered as a sacred object by the Island of Extreme Yin, was cleanly severed from the spot where it pierced the darkness!
The first half of the blade was instantly swallowed by the spatial singularity, while the second half lost all its luster, becoming dull and lifeless like ordinary iron that had lost all its spirit. With a clang, it slipped from the trembling hand of the Extreme Yin Ancestor.
The devastating backlash from the destruction of the demonic sword, coupled with the loss of vital energy from forcibly activating the forbidden technique, instantly exploded within the body of the Extreme Yin Ancestor!
"Wow……!"
He suddenly vomited a mouthful of dark red blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, which splattered onto the metal floor with a piercing sound.
The violent aura around him dissipated instantly like the receding tide, and the black and red lines spreading under his skin faded rapidly. He was like a ball that had been drained of all its strength, staggering back several steps before finally collapsing heavily onto the cold metal floor. His eyes were unfocused and empty, filled only with a deep-seated despair and disbelief.
He could clearly feel his life force rapidly draining away, his meridians breaking inch by inch, his life's cultivation vanishing into nothingness, and he could no longer even stand up.
Xiao Chen stood still, his expression calm and unwavering, as if the earth-shattering battle just now was nothing more than brushing away a speck of dust from his shoulders.
He slowly walked up to the Supreme Yin Ancestor, looking down at the man who had been so arrogant and domineering in front of him not long ago.
"A century of heritage? The so-called divine remains?" Xiao Chen's voice was as cold as ice.
"They are nothing but a bunch of ants who stole scraps that were not within their own power level and put together a dangerous and foolish mess. What you worship as a god is nothing but the rotten remains of the Hell Clan."
The Old Ancestor of Extreme Yin moved his lips with difficulty, as if he wanted to argue something, but he only coughed up more blood foam mixed with fragments of internal organs. His already ashen eyes were completely covered with a layer of death.
Xiao Chen stopped looking at him, turned and walked towards the "divine remains" that was still barely clinging to life and pulsating slightly, his tone indifferent as if declaring a sentence: "It's time to clean up the trash."
The Reverse Scale Sword hummed and trembled, its blade shrouded in a clear, purifying divine light and a sharp, destructive aura, as Xiao Chen slowly pierced into the dark purple flesh.
……
The night was as dark as ink, and the stench of blood in the courtyard had not yet dissipated. When Xiao Chen stood before the Extreme Yin Ancestor once more, the former island lord was already limp as a rag doll, his heavily wounded body trembling uncontrollably, his eyes filled only with despair and fear that had seeped into his very bones.
Beside him, the demonic sword "Huangquanjin" was broken in two, dull and lifeless like scrap metal; the "Divine Remains" that was revered as a sacred object by the Extreme Yin Island had also been reduced to ashes by the purification of the Reverse Scale Sword, leaving not even a trace of its aura.
"Spare...spare my life...Master, spare my life..." The Old Ancestor of Extreme Yin used his last bit of strength to squeeze out a few words hoarsely. His former majesty and arrogance had vanished, leaving only a humble groveling, begging for his life.
"Want to live?" Xiao Chen asked, his voice flat and without any inflection, yet carrying an undeniable, icy pressure.
The Yin Ancestor felt as if he had been granted a pardon, nodding frantically, his ashen face contorted with a pleading expression more painful than tears, barely daring to breathe.
"Open your mind, abandon all resistance of the soul, and do not conceal anything."
Xiao Chen gave the order calmly, while raising his right hand. A dark and profound light emanated from his fingertips, within which countless tiny runes flowed and leaped, faintly intertwining to form a mysterious and complex mark, exuding a soul-shaking pressure.
The Yin Ancestor trembled all over.
The sea of consciousness is the foundation of a cultivator's soul. To completely open it to another is tantamount to handing over one's life and even soul to that other's control, with life, death, honor, and disgrace entirely in the other's hands. But at this moment, what choice did he have?
He gave a bitter laugh, slowly closed his eyes, completely dispelled the last trace of internal energy protecting his body, and fully released his consciousness and soul, exposing them to Xiao Chen without reservation.
The faint light at Xiao Chen's fingertip suddenly flashed, like a shooting star, and instantly disappeared into the brow of the Extreme Yin Ancestor.
"Uh……!"
The Yin Ancestor let out a suppressed groan of pain, his muscles twitching violently and veins bulging on his forehead.
He could clearly feel a cold, domineering force with an unyielding will tearing through his barrier of consciousness, directly attacking the source of his soul, and leaving a profound and terrifying mark on his core soul.
A sense of dread and submission welled up from the depths of his soul, as if the person before him had become his supreme master, and even if the other party ordered him to die immediately, he would not have the slightest thought of resistance.
"This is the 'Soul-Locking Seal'." Xiao Chen withdrew his hand, his tone still calm. "Your life and death, your soul, everything about you, are all in my hands. As long as I have a thought, your soul will be destroyed, and you won't even have a chance to be reincarnated."
The Yin Ancestor could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground with a thud, his forehead pressed tightly against the cold metal floor. His body trembled uncontrollably, and his voice was choked with sobs:
“Ji Yin… Ji Yin is willing to serve its master as its lord for all eternity, with unwavering loyalty and no disloyalty!”
He completely resigned himself to his fate. Xiao Chen's methods had far exceeded his understanding of martial arts; they were clearly the legendary soul-binding restrictions that only existed in immortal sects!
"Go and clean up the mess outside," Xiao Chen ordered indifferently.
"You are responsible for organizing and consolidating the remaining forces of Jiyin Island. From today onwards, Jiyin Island will go into hiding and be used by me. Now, take me to a quiet room where I will not be disturbed by anyone."
"Yes! Master, please follow me!" The Yin Ancestor, enduring the excruciating pain of shattered bones and the weakness of his soul being branded, struggled to his feet, his body hunched over, and staggered forward to lead the way. (End of Chapter)