Thiên Đạo Trùng Sinh

Chương 230

The air above Cửu Thiên Thánh Sơn, the final stronghold of Ma Tông Thiên La, was thick with the stench of blood and chaotic spiritual energy. Countless figures clashed fiercely, each punch and sword strike carrying the power to shatter the heavens and earth. The Alliance of Holy Lands, led by Lâm Phàm, had pushed the Demonic Sect to the brink of annihilation. Yet, before them, Ma Tôn Thiên La, the leader of the evil cult, still stood like a colossal black mountain, exuding terrifying pressure. He had absorbed the souls of millions of living beings, transforming his body into a monstrous demonic entity, his magical power overflowing, his might boundless.

Lâm Phàm stood in mid-air, his gaze resolute. Beside him were the Holy Masters and Immortal Venerables of the great Holy Lands, mighty in their own right, but now frowning at Ma Tôn’s ferocity. The Ice-Cold Immortal Maiden, with her ethereal beauty and sharp sword intent, was coordinating with him to block the destructive attacks. “He has completely lost his mind, only pure destructive instinct remains,” a Holy Master uttered, his voice heavy. “We cannot let him continue to devour!”

Ma Tôn let out a roar that echoed through the heavens and earth, swinging a colossal hand enveloped in dense black demonic energy, creating a vortex of power intended to swallow everything. The alliance’s powerhouses quickly joined forces, forming a sturdy spiritual energy shield. But Lâm Phàm knew that defense was merely a delay. He sensed the chaos within Ma Tôn’s demonic energy, a chaos stemming from the forced absorption of too many souls and unnatural energies. This, under the scrutiny of the “Analyze & Evolve All Things” system within him, was a weakness.

“We can’t drag this out any longer!” Lâm Phàm declared, his voice not loud but echoing in everyone’s minds. He stepped forward, his entire body erupting in brilliant golden light, the Heavenly Dao laws faintly appearing around him. The fragments of the Heavenly Dao he had absorbed were resonating, forming a pure stream of power, completely opposite to Ma Tôn’s chaotic demonic energy. “I will end this!”

Ma Tôn seemed to sense the threat, his bloodshot eyes locking onto Lâm Phàm. He concentrated all his demonic energy, transforming it into a colossal energy sphere, firing it directly at Lâm Phàm. This sphere carried the destructive will and resentment of millions of devoured beings, powerful enough to level an entire mountain.

Lâm Phàm did not evade. He took a deep breath, all the spiritual energy in his body mobilized to its peak. The Heavenly Dao soul fragment within him glowed intensely, continuously analyzing the structure of the demonic energy sphere. He saw the instability, the forced fusion of different energies within it. That forced fusion was a vulnerability.

“Evolve!” Lâm Phàm softly commanded. Not evolving an external object, but evolving the very way he interacted with energy. He did not use power against power, but used his Heavenly Dao essence to separate and transform. A pure white aura enveloped him, then exploded into a dazzling beam of light, not to attack, but to purify.

The white light collided with the pitch-black demonic energy sphere. Instead of an earth-shattering explosion as everyone expected, a strange sight unfolded. The demonic energy sphere began to disintegrate, not being destroyed, but being purified. The resentments, the chaotic energies were separated, transformed into primordial spiritual energy, and then completely vanished into the void, restoring peace.

Ma Tôn roared in fury; he could not believe his strongest technique had been neutralized so effortlessly. He lunged forward, his colossal body colliding directly with Lâm Phàm. But Lâm Phàm now seemed to be one with the Heavenly Dao, every movement carrying the harmony of the universe’s laws. He was no longer an individual fighting, but an embodiment of order.

A brilliant sword light, carrying no killing intent, but carrying the will to re-establish order, slashed directly into the core of Ma Tôn’s demonic form. Ma Tôn shrieked in agony. Not because the sword light injured him, but because it was disassembling him. The souls he had forcibly absorbed were being released, the chaotic energies were being returned to their rightful places.

Ma Tôn’s colossal body began to shrink, the black demonic energy pushed back, replaced by streams of pure light. Finally, Ma Tôn was no longer a demonic mass, but a gaunt, emaciated figure with empty eyes. He had lost all his power, returning to his normal human form, but his will had completely disintegrated, leaving only a soulless husk.

Silence enveloped the battlefield. The alliance’s powerhouses, even the Ice-Cold Immortal Maiden, stared in astonishment at the scene before them. Lâm Phàm had not just defeated Ma Tôn, he had resolved him. He did not destroy, but restored order. This was a completely different realm of power, far beyond their comprehension.

As Ma Tôn’s body collapsed, all demonic energy on Cửu Thiên Thánh Sơn dissipated, returning a clear blue sky. Cheers erupted, echoing across the Central Continent. Victory! The war that had lasted for centuries, causing untold suffering, had finally ended. And the one who ended it was none other than Lâm Phàm.

Lâm Phàm descended, surrounded by powerhouses whose gazes held respect, admiration, and a touch of awe. They had witnessed an almost inconceivable power, a direct intervention of universal laws. “Lâm Phàm, you… you are truly the hero of the Central Continent!” an elderly Holy Master exclaimed, his voice trembling with emotion.

The cheers followed: “Hero Lâm Phàm! Hero Lâm Phàm!”

Lâm Phàm nodded slightly, but in his heart, there was not a hint of complacency. He felt a strong resonance from the Heavenly Dao soul fragment within him. Each time he used his Heavenly Dao-related power to restore order, the vague memories became clearer, and the burden on his shoulders grew heavier. He had seen fragmented images of a brilliant Primordial Universe, of a majestic Heavenly Dao, and of a colossal dark shadow devouring everything.

Ma Tông Thiên La was merely a localized threat, a consequence of the weakening of the Primordial Heavenly Dao. The true enemy still lurked in the boundless void. His mission was not to become the hero of the Central Continent, but to become the Heavenly Dao of the multi-universe, to confront the Void Devourer. This battle was merely a small beginning.

However, he also knew that before facing the cosmic threat, he had to solidify his foundation. He had awakened more memories, and his power had reached a realm he had never imagined possible in the mortal world. This Central Continent, now, had become too small. The laws of this world were beginning to struggle to contain his power.

Lâm Phàm’s gaze swept across the radiant faces of the allied powerhouses, those who had fought alongside him. He smiled, a relieved yet thoughtful smile. “Fellow cultivators, Ma Tông has been annihilated. But potential dangers still remain. The Central Continent needs a new order, a true unity to face the greater challenges ahead.”

The Holy Masters exchanged glances, understanding his intent. Lâm Phàm was not just a warrior; he was a leader, a builder. With his power and vision, a new era for the Central Continent was about to begin. But for Lâm Phàm, it was just a stop, a milestone on a journey of ten thousand miles. He felt a deep urge from his soul, urging him to ascend to higher realms, to seek out the remaining Heavenly Dao fragments, to fulfill his ultimate mission. The path to the Immortal Realm was no longer far.

The resounding victory on Cửu Thiên Thánh Sơn had established Lâm Phàm as the supreme hero, the protector of the Central Continent. But deep within him, a grander journey, a harsher destiny, awaited.