Crack!!
But it had no effect—the Yin-Yang Flood Dragons sliced forward, unstoppable.
In a blink, they reached Long Aotian, and—
Snip!
They sheared directly through his waist.
Time itself seemed to stop for a moment.
Even space stilled.
A long silence passed before Long Aotian looked down.
A thin line of blood had appeared at his waist, slowly deepening, blood seeping out.
"Impossible... That Yin-Yang divine ability is so overbearing... Even my Dragon Demon Tyrant Body couldn't resist it. This isn't just some ordinary technique—its power is on par with an eighth-rank Dao Platform-level divine power... You've pushed your divine ability near the level of One Aperture Connecting Heaven!"
He stared at Yi Tianxing, astonishment fading, replaced by insight and dawning realization.
"I told you—
If I beat you once, I can beat you twice, thrice.
From now on, you'll always be the one I defeat—past, present, and future.
You never stood a chance."
Yi Tianxing's voice was calm, resolute.
"I don't believe it!
You can't kill me this easily!
With Body Refinement Seventh Turn, I've become immortal—I can regrow from a single drop of blood, as long as my will survives, my body cannot be destroyed.
You might hurt me, but you'll never kill me. Now fight!"
Long Aotian roared, refusing to accept defeat.
His waist wound healed at visible speed.His immortality from the seventh refinement level let him resurrect endlessly, his will undying, his flesh eternally regenerating.
That was one of his trump cards.
This time, he shrank down to normal size.That towering body made him an easy target for the Yin-Yang Shears.
"Kill."
Yi Tianxing spat the word like frost.
Clang—Clang—Clang!
Black and white chains appeared out of nowhere, slithering through space in eerie paths.They aimed for Long Aotian's limbs, head, and torso.
They were too fast to dodge.
Long Aotian summoned demonic dragons of blood and qi to shield himself.
But the moment the chains approached, they turned phantasmal, slipping through his defenses, wrapping tightly around him.
"Break!!"
Long Aotian's face darkened.
He unleashed a surge of blood energy, trying to shatter the bindings.
But—
No matter how much strength he used, he couldn't break them.
Instead, the chains gave off a haunting metallic wail, like they were shaking his soul loose.
Then—
The two Yin-Yang Flood Dragons appeared again and—
Snip!
They bisected him again, cleanly.
"I can't die!
I have an immortal body!
You still can't kill me!!"
Long Aotian bellowed in fury.
"You can reform from blood?
Then I'll grind you and your will into dust, into void, and we'll see if you can rise from that."
Yi Tianxing's voice remained chillingly calm.
Suddenly—A Yin-Yang Millstone appeared in the sky.
Black below, white above.
Swelling rapidly.
It sucked Long Aotian inside.
Within, was a Yin-Yang World.
The millstone began grinding—unleashing terrifying Yin-Yang power, twisting, breaking, and destroying all.
Long Aotian was instantly crushed—his body reformed a second later—
And then was crushed again.
Crushed. Reformed. Crushed again.
Over and over.
An endless cycle of destruction and regeneration.
Each time he reformed—he was slower.
Weaker.
Finally—
He was ground into powder, reduced to nothing.
"I, Long Aotian… will return…"
His voice echoed faintly from the millstone at the moment of final destruction.
"How strange…
Even as he died, his true spirit and essence vanished completely.
What kind of technique is that?"
Yi Tianxing frowned.
Long Aotian hadn't truly died—or at least, not completely.
Normally, anything destroyed by the Yin-Yang Millstone would become energy for his divine abilities.
But not this time.
Instead, Long Aotian's entire being just vanished—even Yi Tianxing couldn't track it.
Very unusual. And very dangerous.
"Last time he was human. This time, Dragon Demon.
Next time... who knows?"
He had no doubt that Long Aotian would return—perhaps in another form.
Yi Tianxing then turned his palm.
A tiny needle hole was visible in his hand.
"The Doomsday Spear... No, it was actually a Doomsday Needle."
Though his body could normally heal instantly, this pinprick hadn't closed at all.
It had pierced even the Chaos Dragon Robe.
The real attack had been hidden among the false spear shadows—a needle thinner than a hair, faster than light.
It had drilled into his body, but was now sealed by the Hongmeng Heavenly Emperor Tower inside him.
Without it, the needle might have torn through his insides, causing irreversible damage.
Even now, the wound refused to heal.
That was Long Aotian's true might.
Yi Tianxing now held a belt—a storage treasure left behind by Long Aotian.
"Maybe there's something valuable in here."
But it was still sealed by powerful restrictions.
Truthfully, this victory hadn't come easily.
If he hadn't obtained the Innate Yin-Yang Primal Qi in the God-Demon Battlefield...
If he hadn't fully merged it into his Innate Yin-Yang Eyes...
Then his divine abilities wouldn't have evolved to this level.
Now, all of his Yin-Yang divine powers were—
Both divine techniques and pseudo-spiritual treasures,
Formed and dissolved at will,
Unpredictable,
Far more powerful than before.
The Yin-Yang Law Pillars in his Life Aperture space had already condensed to eighty percent.
That meant he had reached the eighth stage of the Dao Platform Realm in this domain.
Even without cultivating other aspects, just his Yin-Yang Aperture alone gave him the power to reshape the world with a thought.
A terrifying leap in power.
At that moment—
"No good, Emperor!
The Demonic Treasure has completed the blood sacrifice—it's about to emerge!!"
Jiang Ni cried out.
Looking toward the valley, a pillar of light now glowed blood-red.
The demonic energy was surging to its peak—its awakening was inevitable.
"Send word—
All Great Yi soldiers, evacuate the valley immediately."
Yi Tianxing issued his order without hesitation.
Time was now life.
"Yes!"
The command spread swiftly.
In fact, Zhuge Liang and others had already begun the withdrawal before the order, sensing something wrong.
Rainbow Skyships evacuated troops rapidly.
Outside the gorge, soldiers regrouped.
The Undead Legion's female healers began treating the wounded.
"Emperor… I fear the situation is worse than expected."
Zhuge Liang's face was grave.
He looked toward the light pillar—his heart filled with unease.
Within it—
A demonic treasure had taken shape, and a figure emerged:
Dressed in bloody robes
White-haired, eyes full of killing intent
Gazing upon the world with no emotion
"I am..."
The artifact spirit seemed ready to declare its name—to all heaven and earth.