Fierce, but useless

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Only then did Lin Yuan take the person in front of him as an opponent who required some serious attention. He placed his hands on the long spear with flowing crimson flames, and his divine power began to gather again.

The pitch-black dragon pattern of destruction coiled around the Emperor Cauldron and crashed down towards Lin Yuan!

This attack was several times more powerful than the previous World-Destroying Dark Light. A morbid hope even ignited in the eyes of the Yao Guang survivors.

"Broken Galaxy".

Faced with an attack that even spatial containment could barely suppress, Lin Yuan still unleashed his most familiar spear strike.

This time, however, the destructive will contained within the crimson spear light surged, increasing from 10% to 30%!

Where the spear's light pointed, the scene of chaos being created seemed to be no longer just an illusion, but was evolving into reality!

The billions of stars were instantly annihilated by the fierce spatial power at the moment of their birth, and that earth-shattering will swept out like a tangible wave!

puff!

It was still the soft sound of bubbles bursting.

The crimson spear light shattered the black dragon coiled around the cauldron the moment they clashed, and the fierce dark light also dissipated. The dragon-patterned black-gold cauldron emitted a mournful tremor, then lost all its power and fell to the ground, where it remained motionless.

As for the Huayang Ancestor who burned everything, his withered body turned to ashes when the attack shattered, leaving not even a trace.

The world was deathly silent.

The figure that shattered Yao Guang's last hope was deeply imprinted in everyone's hearts, and the spatial blockade covering tens of thousands of miles completely severed their thoughts of escape.

"Oh... Ancestor! Is my Yaoguang lineage really going to be severed today?" A white-haired elder wailed, pounding the ground in despair, as if trying to vent all his grief and confusion.

He was a senior figure who had truly dedicated his life to the foundation of Yaoguang, and now his faith had crumbled, and his heart was breaking.

"The foundation laid by our ancestors... has been destroyed in an instant!" Another white-haired old man wept bitterly.

"Your Majesty... open your eyes and look..." an old man from the ruthless lineage roared, his fingertips digging into the rubble on the ground until his knuckles turned white.

A glimmer of light shone in his turbid, tearful eyes: as long as the Holy Son of Yaoguang, who possessed the complete inheritance, was still alive, the Ruthless Daoist lineage would not be severed!

However, amidst this sea of ​​desperate cries, the auras of several figures seemed unusually complex.

The contemporary Holy Ruler, Li Daoqing, huddled in a corner, his lips trembling, sweat rolling down his pale face.

This puppet, who had always been sidelined by the ruthless lineage, was now ashen-faced, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Unlike the others, he was not desperate; a glimmer of hope remained in his heart.

"What this person is demanding is nothing more than the inheritance and the Imperial Weapon. The Ruthless lineage is the root of Yao Guang's troubles. If we can use this to quell the trouble... even if Yao Guang's power will be greatly diminished after the Imperial Weapon is taken away, I can still take this opportunity to become a truly powerful Holy Lord!"

All the calculations were completed in an instant, but before he could stand up and beg for mercy, a fierce and resolute aura suddenly burst forth in the eyes of the remaining old holy sons of the Ruthless lineage!

"Oh no!" Li Daoqing thought with a start.

He tried to stop them, but it was too late. Zhou Tongming, the most powerful elder of the Ruthless Clan, roared, "Attack! Cleanse the sect!"

"What?" an unsuspecting elder exclaimed.

However, the elders of the ruthless lineage did not hesitate. Their divine power at the Sendai Realm instantly erupted, transforming into deadly streaks of light that suddenly rushed into the group of disciples!

Screams and astonished questions instantly erupted in the sect square.

The disciples who dared to come to the plaza during the sect's great calamity were all confident in their own strength, but at this moment their faces were filled with fear and resentment.

Several people reacted immediately upon being targeted by the elders, and a black light carrying a devouring aura suddenly rose around them in an attempt to escape.

However, their struggles seemed so futile in the face of the well-prepared elders.

"Master?!"

Zhou Tongming's withered claws flashed like lightning, suddenly gripping the head of a terrified young man: "The origin of the Devouring Heaven Demon Art is hidden in the Sea of ​​Wheels, but in the presence of a living saint, you have nowhere to hide in his eyes! Rather than having your soul searched and your secrets exposed, it would be better... for me to personally send you on your way, thus fulfilling our master-disciple relationship!"

His eyes were bloodshot, his voice trembled slightly, but his actions were ruthless and merciless.

With fingers drawn like knives, a beam of dark light pierced through the disciple's brow, obliterating his soul as well.

The disciple's face froze in shock and resentment, his life force completely extinguished.

"Elder! Why...?"

In another corner, a female disciple let out a piercing scream: "No! This disciple has never betrayed the Holy Land..."

Before she could finish speaking, another ruthless elder struck down with his palm, his vast divine power shattering her and her protective magic treasure into dust, instantly obliterating the special cultivation technique circulating within her body.

"So what if it's hidden in the internal organs and the sea of ​​consciousness? The cultivation method and its aura are completely different; it can't hide it from a sage! Rest in peace!" The elder gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with pain but unwavering resolve.

Seven or eight disciples, secretly trained by the ruthless lineage, were personally killed by their master, leaving only a few pools of glaring blood on the ground.

This bloody scene of fratricide left the ordinary elders and disciples, who were unaware of what was happening, dumbfounded and chilled to the bone, so much so that they forgot to cry out.

Having done all this, Elder Zhou, the leader, took a deep breath and smiled bitterly: "The Ruthless Lineage... truly worthy of the Great Emperor! Fellow cultivators, follow me... on the road!"

His divine power instantly reversed violently, about to detonate the altar and end his life.

They can't save the Dragon Pattern Black Gold Cauldron, but they can ensure that the other side can't obtain any of the inheritance!

"Elder Zhou, no! Are you going to destroy all the hopes of everyone in the Holy Land?"

Li Daoqing's eyes were bloodshot, his heart filled with anxiety: "He can't die! That fiend wants the ruthless man's inheritance, and the most important part is definitely in the hands of this old man. If he dies, the Yao Guang Holy Land is finished!"

He mustered his last strength to grab at Zhou Tongming, but the movement aggravated his injuries, causing him to catch his breath. He could only watch helplessly as a bright smile bloomed on the other's face...

The other ruthless elders also activated their source energy, intending to destroy themselves.

"Hmph." A disdainful snort came from Lin Yuan's mouth.

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He had just taken the Dragon Pattern Black Gold Cauldron and flew up when he saw this fierce scene. His face turned gloomy, and the spatial blockade within a radius of tens of thousands of miles suddenly intensified!

The invisible spatial barrier sealed off all possibilities of physical movement and formed a terrifying suppressive force, like billions of divine mountains crashing down, forcibly suppressing the primal energy that the elders were about to unleash back into their bodies!

Their expressions changed drastically. They felt as if their entire bodies were out of their control, and their divine power seemed to be frozen. Only their minds remained clear, and even self-destruction became a luxury.

Immediately afterwards, two strange and pure lotus phantoms flashed and disappeared in Lin Yuan's eyes.

Silently, a layer of dreamlike pinkish-white mist spread out, almost instantly enveloping the entire Yao Guang Holy Land.

The Pure Lotus Demon Flame's innate divine power—Nightmare Sky Mist!

The Yao Guang Holy Land suffered a blow; its imperial weapon was seized, and the Hua Yang Ancestor was reduced to ashes. Even the last seed was strangled by its own people. The elders of the Ruthless lineage had long since lost all hope, and their mental defenses were extremely fragile.

At this moment, they were almost powerless against the Nightmare Mist and were instantly dragged into the abyss of delusion by the power of mind-bewitching.

The moment the powdery mist invaded his body, Elder Zhou fell into endless reincarnation.

He suddenly stood atop a towering cloud platform.

Below, a million cultivators bowed their heads, while the dragon-patterned black-gold cauldron hung high in the sky, its black dragon phantom spitting out starlight.

Yao Guang, the Holy Son, bowed and secretly reported: "The Ji family's divine body has been implanted with a demonic embryo, and the major holy lands of the Northern Dipper have secretly submitted..."

With power in his grasp, Zhou Tongming burst into wild laughter.

"boom!"

The heavens and earth trembled in Yaoguang, and the withered body of the Huayang Ancestor was completely reduced to ashes.

Elder Zhou suddenly realized, "No! The Ancestor has perished, and the Imperial Weapon has been taken away. I couldn't possibly be here!"

He stabbed his palms with his fingernails, and as blood dripped down, the magnificent scene before him cracked inch by inch.

……

With the blood moon hanging in the sky, Zhou Daoming was about to self-destruct to prevent the Ruthless Man's lineage from falling into the hands of others when he saw Elder Li trembling as he presented dark gold pages: "The secret text of the Devouring Heaven Demon Art is here... I beg the Sage to spare my life!"

"traitor!"

Elder Zhou's eyes widened in fury, and he unleashed a dark light with his fingers: "For the sake of the Great Emperor's lineage, I will personally cleanse this sect!"

Elder Li's head flew into the air, and warm blood splattered on Zhou Tongming's cheek.

The vivid sensation hadn't faded when the bloody scene before my eyes collapsed with a deafening roar.

……

"This is the Flying Immortal Technique. The Sage is merciful, please forgive our previous offense." Elder Zhao knelt down and kowtowed, his divine sense flowing towards Lin Yuan like a stream.

"Kill!" Zhou Tongming went completely mad, his claws flashing out and instantly tearing apart Elder Zhao's chest.

When corpses littered the ground, the heavens and earth distorted.

……

The scene has been reset again!

This time, Elder Qian numbly walked towards Lin Yuan, holding a bone fragment inscribed with mysterious Dao patterns...

"kill!"

Reboot!

Elder Sun tore open his clothes, revealing the heritage tattoo branded on his skin...

"kill!!"

Reboot!

Elder Wu's face contorted in horror as he directly ripped open his dantian and extracted a primordial crystal from it...

"Kill! Kill! Kill!!!"

...The cycle repeated itself endlessly, as if Zhou Tongming had fallen into an inescapable hell.

Every time he witnessed a fellow disciple offering up their inheritance, every time he personally killed one of them, his soul would tear apart a little, and pain and madness would gnaw at his remaining sanity.

The mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood beneath our feet grew ever higher, the stench of blood so thick it was suffocating.

As he roared for the thirty-seventh time and lunged at Elder Wang, who remained motionless on the field, his withered claws gathering destructive power as they reached for Elder Wang's skull.

"Enough!" A furious shout rang out!

Suddenly, a hand gripped Zhou Tongming's wrist!

His cloudy, crazed eyes focused, staring intently at the person gripping his wrist—it was Elder Sun!

The other man twisted his arm around Zhou's shoulder and hissed, "Elder Zhou! Are you insane? Open your eyes and look inside the Holy Temple! That fiend has already left!"

Turning around, the cave from which the coffin of the Huayang Ancestor had flown out had exploded into a huge crater, with sharp gun marks remaining on the rock walls, and the Divine Source Coffin that had fallen to the ground had also vanished!

"The legacy has already been stolen!" Elder Sun's voice was urgent. "Wake up! The Holy Land has returned to peace, and the Holy Lord is rebuilding order!"

……

Before the rebuilt temple, Li Daoqing stood on the high platform and sternly shouted to his disciples who had survived the calamity: "Nothing from today is to be mentioned to outsiders! Yaoguang has always followed the law of light; anyone who utters the word 'ruthless' will be executed without mercy!"

Not wanting Yao Guang to become the target of public criticism, he, the puppet Holy Lord who had finally regained power, could only help the ruthless person pass on the secrets and pray that the evil star could do the same.

"When I served the Ancestor, you were the only one who saw the complete Myriad Transformations Returning to the Origin and the Secret Method of Momentary Eternity."

Elder Sun pointed to a secluded palace and said, "Someone saw that evil star in the Northern Region. The Holy Son also went there recently, and his chances of survival are slim."

Whether the ruthless lineage can continue depends entirely on you! Calm your mind and reclaim your inheritance!

The illusion shifts, and time flies by.

Zhou Tongming secluded himself in that side hall for ten years, deducing and analyzing day and night.

As he trembled, he finally filled in the last incomplete rune of the two secret techniques.

……

Outside, Lin Yuan indifferently raised his hand.

The mist churned, and Elder Zhou's eyes became completely unfocused.

The "Undying Heavenly Art" and "Devouring Heaven Demon Art" imprinted deep within his soul, along with the various secret techniques created by the ruthless man that corresponded to the Nine Secrets, all surged towards Lin Yuan through the imprint of his divine thoughts.

The other elders, shrouded in mist, also had puppet-like expressions.

A person trembled as he reached into his own sea of ​​consciousness, took out a golden page covered with profound Dao patterns, and numbly presented it to Lin Yuan.

The other person knelt on the ground, his lips moving silently, and used his divine sense to transmit the forbidden secret technique chapters imprinted deep in his soul without reservation.

The third person bowed deeply, his forehead pressed against the ground, and all the information about the inheritance in his mind surged towards Lin Yuan like a flood breaking through a dam.

……