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Her eyes widened in terror, her arms rising to try and cover herself, but Qin Tian grabbed her wrists and slammed them to the ground.
She screamed, twisting her body, kicking wildly, her heels kicking the dirt, kicking up clouds of dust. "Let me go! If you dare touch me, I'll make sure you die a horrible death!"
"Your Yin Corpse Sect uses living people to create corpses, abducting cultivators everywhere. You're universally hated, your crimes are heinous. But this is for the best; this way I have no qualms."
Qin Tian pressed down on the corpse's head, his waist thrusting forward, and amidst her heart-wrenching screams, he forcefully penetrated her body.
Her dry passage was forcibly torn open, blood gushing from her lower body. The intense pain caused her body to arch violently, her fingers digging frantically at the ground.
"It hurts! It hurts so much! No… please stop!" The Corpse Lord's voice was hoarse. She desperately pushed against his chest, her hands pounding on his shoulders, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree—utterly futile.
Qin Tian's eyes were filled with cold cruelty and pleasure. He suddenly grabbed her wrists, pinning her hands above her head with one hand, the force almost crushing her bones.
His other hand gripped her waist, forcing her hips up. Each thrust penetrated to the extreme, producing a dull thud of flesh slapping.
The Corpse Master's screams gradually turned into whimpers, her legs twitching unconsciously, trying to escape this endless torment. But her struggles only excited Qin Tian more.
"Slut, you're pretty tight," Qin Tian panted, a cruel smile playing on his lips.
She tried to roll over and escape, but he grabbed her by the back of her neck, flipping her over like a chick, forcing her to kneel on the ground, her hips raised high.
For a full hour, he relentlessly ravaged her until her body collapsed to the ground, blood and filth splattered between her legs, her breath faint.
Qin Tian stood up, panting heavily. His injuries had mostly healed, his breathing steady, but his eyes remained cold.
He looked down at her, a satisfied, sinister smile playing on his lips: "Still alive? Then play with me for a few more days."
The Yin Corpse Sect was now a ruin, bones scattered, coffins shattered, and the air thick with the stench of blood.
However, Qin Tian did not leave. He dragged the Corpse Master deep into the main hall and tossed her beside a pile of broken coffins.
Her naked body was covered in dust and blood, her breath faint.
For the next few days, he rampaged through the ruins, repeatedly pinning her down and raping her relentlessly.
On the first day, he pressed her against the stone platform of the blood-red hall. The stone surface was icy cold, but she was powerless to resist, only able to whimper softly.
He tore off the remaining fragments of her long dress, forcefully pried open her legs, and brutally penetrated her. Blood and semen mingled, dripping onto the stone platform with a soft, rhythmic sound.
She tried to bite her tongue to commit suicide, but he knocked her unconscious with a single blow, forcing her to endure this endless humiliation.
The next day, he dragged her among mountains of corpses, surrounded by countless withered bodies, a chilling wind howling around them.
He pressed her against a broken coffin and brutally entered her from behind. Her screams were drowned out by the wind, her fingernails scratching marks into the coffin.
While ravaging her, Qin Tian pored over the remnants of the Yin Corpse Sect's manuals, studying the art of corpse refining.
The third day, he threw her into a pool of blood, forcing her to lie on her back, her legs hoisted onto his shoulders.
She was powerless to resist, only able to let out weak moans, the green light in her eyes gradually dimming.
Qin Tian's cultivation had fully recovered during these few days of dual cultivation, even advancing further. The fusion of immortal power and corpse energy within his body made him even stronger.
Several days later, Qin Tian stood up, his cultivation completely restored, his aura as vast and boundless as the ocean.
He looked down at the Corpse Master lying paralyzed on the ground. Her naked body was curled up, her breath weak, dried blood and filth splattered between her legs, her eyes empty and filled with despair.
He bent down and grabbed one of her ankles, dragging her like a dead dog towards the Corpse Refining Blood Pool deep within the Yin Corpse Sect.
Qin Tian threw her violently into the blood pool.
Blood splattered, covering her body. She screamed and tried to climb out, but he stomped her back into the pool.
He stood at the edge of the pool, his hands forming a seal. All the corpse energy within the ruins of the Yin Corpse Sect converged like a tidal wave, transforming into a thick black mist that surged wildly into her body.
Her body convulsed, dark lines faintly appearing beneath her skin, her face contorted in agony, and she quickly lost her life.
"The art of corpse refining, quite interesting," Qin Tian muttered to himself.
These past few days, he had been both raping the corpse master to recover his cultivation and studying the corpse refining methods of the Yin Corpse Sect.
He had found some good stuff.
It was the *Secret Record of Corpse Refining*. According to the book, women could be refined into corpses of lust, divided into three levels: Lustful Fragrance Corpse, Aphrodisiac Corpse, and Undying Lustful Corpse.
The first level, the Lustful Fragrance Corpse, could only be used as a sex doll. If it reached the Aphrodisiac Corpse, it was indistinguishable from a living person and a top-grade dual cultivation vessel. If it reached the Undying Lustful Corpse, it would undergo a qualitative change; according to the record, the Undying Lustful Corpse could slay Immortal Venerables.
Then Qin Tian threw several treasures he had looted from the Yin Corpse Sect into the blood pool.
One item was particularly unique: the Taiyin Corpse Robe. This garment was utterly perverse, a garish and erotic garment intended for the dead, its hem barely covering the buttocks.
It wasn't just a short skirt; it was practically a revealing one. However, it wasn't exactly revealing; underneath was a red rope and copper coin undergarment, and a red rope was tucked into the vulva, with a copper coin covering the clitoris.
Of course, this garment wasn't just for erotic purposes; it also nourished the zombie and provided powerful defensive capabilities.
He retrieved a tattered, black coffin from the ruins, dragged the corpse occupant, dressed in the Taiyin Corpse Robe, into the blood pool, and placed it inside.
He slammed the coffin lid shut, then cast several sealing talismans, completely locking the coffin shut.
He dragged the coffin to the deepest part of the sect, dug a deep pit, and buried it underground.
A chilling wind howled, and the yin energy from the ground slowly seeped into the coffin, nourishing her body.
Presumably, after endless ages, the corpse master would be refined into an indestructible, lustful corpse.
Having done all this, Qin Tian should now depart. Only one last place remained.
The Qin Clan…
The Golden Immortal Realm, a boundless, dark space, like the chaotic land before the creation of the universe, was suffocatingly silent.
Here, there were no stars, no sun or moon, only endless black mist churning, swallowing all light.
In the center of this deathly void, a coffin floated, its size beyond mortal comprehension. Standing before it, one could not see its edge, as if it were a curtain stretching across the heavens and earth, obscuring the entire world.
The coffin was entirely black, yet its surface was covered in blood-red runes. These runes writhed like living creatures, resembling human blood vessels or ancient incantations, whispering unspeakable evil.
Each pulse was accompanied by a deep rumble, causing the void to tremble slightly, as if some terrifying entity within the coffin was struggling, trying to break free.
Around the coffin, 108 towering stone pillars stood like pillars supporting the sky. Each pillar was tens of thousands of feet tall, its surface engraved with mottled immortal patterns. Some pillars were empty, stained with blood; others were even broken in half, only their remains supporting them.
Each pillar was bound with an incredibly thick chain, the other end deeply embedded in the coffin.
The chains were taut, emitting a piercing metallic clang, as if wrestling with the unknown entity within the coffin.
Atop the stone pillars sat the Qin Clan's Immortal Venerables, clad in golden robes. Their auras flowed like a mighty river, their magical power surging and continuously pouring into the pillars, forming golden light curtains that suppressed the coffins of sinful corpses.
In this deathly silence, a figure in black robes appeared without warning atop an empty stone pillar.
His appearance shattered the stillness.
The Qin Clan's Immortal Venerables on the pillars simultaneously opened their eyes, their gazes sharp as lightning, filled with murderous intent, as they glanced at this uninvited guest.
They were not Immortal Venerables from other immortal realms; they were Immortal Venerables of the Qin Clan.
If the black-robed figure dared to overstep his bounds in any way, they would immediately strike and kill him.
On another stone pillar, a middle-aged man opened his eyes.
He didn't look up, his voice low and distant, tinged with weariness and complexity: "Are you really sure? Is this the right thing to do?"
The man in the black robe didn't answer. The chains beneath his feet trembled slightly, and he stepped along them, his steps firm, heading straight for the coffin of sinful corpses.
His hoarse voice echoed in the darkness, carrying an undeniable resolve: "The path to redemption lies within..."
Before he finished speaking, the void tore open, the dimensional gate swung open, and the Immortal Venerables of the other four Immortal Realms all appeared. Leading them were those familiar faces.
Fire Immortal Realm, Palace Master of the Fire Fusion Palace.
Wood Immortal Realm, Sect Master of the Myriad Spirits Vast Expanse Sect, Liu Qingping.
Earth Immortal Realm, Patriarch of the Xiao Family.
Water Immortal Realm, Venerable Xuanming of the Boundless Cangyuan City.
The man in black robes stopped, surveyed the crowd, and said indifferently, yet with a hint of mockery, "Heh, everyone's here."
The Palace Master of Fire Fusion Palace spoke first, his face grim. "Black Robe, I didn't expect you to actually be alive."
"However, your reckless actions, disregarding the comfort of the Immortal Realm, questioning and destroying the seal—are you trying to destroy the very foundation of the Immortal Realm?"
The man in black robes sneered, his gaze chilling. "Foundation? Your so-called foundation is nothing but a fig leaf to prolong your existence. The four great breeding grounds nurture darkness, devouring..." "The Immortal Devouring Realm is already a foregone conclusion. When the Heavenly Dao falls and darkness reigns, do you think this universe will still tolerate you? But now, all you think about is sealing, postponing the calamity. Such cowardice, do you even deserve to be called immortals?"
The Xiao family patriarch sneered, his voice like muffled thunder: "Arrogant! The seal is a method painstakingly crafted by countless sages of the Immortal Realm, forged at an immeasurable cost. What right do you, an unknown nobody, have to question it?"
"What right?" the black-robed figure retorted, his tone growing increasingly sharp, "You are all afraid to face the truth! Darkness will eventually descend..."
"Who can escape? The seal merely delays annihilation. Rather than waiting to die, it's better to fight bravely and be prepared—it's always better than surrendering!"
Upon hearing this, Liu Qingping frowned slightly and said coldly, "Fight bravely? Do you know that after the seal is broken, darkness will descend prematurely, and the Immortal Realm will be devastated? This isn't salvation; it's self-destruction!"
The black-robed figure's gaze swept over Liu Qingping. His voice was low and mocking: "Sect Leader Liu's heart isn't as broad as it seems."
Upon hearing this, Liu Qingping's pretty face... Her face flushed instantly, a mixture of anger and shame welling up inside her. She gritted her teeth and shouted, "Shut up!"
The Palace Master of Fire Melting Palace roared, interrupting her, "Enough! Black Robe, your silver tongue is nothing but a bluff. If you truly have a way to break this deadlock, tell us, or don't blame us for joining forces to kill you here!"
Upon hearing this, Black Robe remained silent for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the crowd. His voice was low and firm: "The way to break this deadlock is to confront the darkness head-on. Rather than waiting to die, we must force out the true form of darkness and fight it."
These words struck like a thunderbolt, leaving everyone stunned.
The Palace Master of Huorong Palace frowned and said, "Forced out the true form of darkness? Do you know how terrifying that thing is? Back then, the five great immortal realms joined forces, losing countless powerful figures, just to seal one of them. What makes you think you can win now?"
"What makes me think I can?" the black-robed man sneered. "Because I dare to fight, because I am fearless! Have you forgotten why the immortal realm exists? Back then, when gods and demons slaughtered all living beings, it was the immortals who stepped forward and fought valiantly, which led to the prosperity of the immortal realm today. Now that darkness has returned, all you think about is running away. Do you still have any backbone left? How laughable!"
The Xiao family head roared, "You're going to take the entire immortal realm down with you! You're going to die bravely alone, why drag us down with you?"
The black-robed man... His gaze, sharp as a knife, pierced the Xiao family patriarch: "Drag you down? You can choose not to resist and go back to await your death."
Liu Qingping sneered: "Such high-sounding words, but how confident are you? If we are defeated, what have the myriad spirits of the Immortal Realm done?"
The black-robed figure said calmly: "Confident? Fighting offers a chance of survival, not fighting means certain death. If you don't even have the courage to fight, how can you talk about protecting the myriad spirits?"
The Venerable Xuanming said in a sinister voice: "Easy for you to say, but how can you, alone, shake the darkness? Are you just dreaming?"
The black-robed figure didn't answer, only gave a cold laugh, turned to face the coffin of sinful corpses, his back to the crowd, his aura suddenly changing, like a drawn sword pointing straight to the sky.
"Fighting offers a sliver of hope, not fighting means certain death."
The black-robed figure placed his hand on his mask and continued: "However, now you have no time to prolong your lives, hahaha, the seals have already been broken by me."
At that moment, he slowly removed the Asura Blood Mask, revealing a cold yet youthful face, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, an extraordinary bearing, and a hint of arrogance and aloofness between his brows.
The Qin Clan Immortal Venerables on the stone pillars were all shocked upon seeing this, their eyes filled with disbelief.
"Wu Dao!" Qin Wuming's grandfather's eyes trembled as he looked at the man in black robes in disbelief.
The powerful figures from the five Immortal Realms were also stunned, their gazes all turning to that familiar yet unfamiliar face.
The Qin Lord smiled faintly, slowly rising. His gaze was profound, his tone calm yet carrying boundless authority: "Since it is Wu Dao's will, then it is the Qin Clan's will. The Qin Clan will abandon the seal, unleash darkness, and fight against it!"
These words caused an uproar among the crowd. Some fell into thought, while others cursed angrily.
After a long while…
The Palace Master of the Fire Fusion Palace laughed heartily, saying, "I'm old, I'm old. I'm not as bold as the young. So what if it's a battle? What has my Fire Immortal Realm to fear? This realm was forged in the flames of war. I am willing to fight!"
The Xiao Family Head remained silent for a moment, then shook his giant hammer and said in a deep voice, "Fine, if there's truly no way out, my Earth Immortal Realm is also willing to fight!"
Liu Qingping gritted her teeth and coldly snorted, "My Wood Immortal Realm is not one to fear death. However, you must accept judgment for your actions."
Venerable Xuanming pondered for a long time before speaking, "Since there's no way out, then let's fight! Wasn't there also no way out during the War of Gods and Demons..."
Where there are those who resist, there are those who flee.
In the Earth Immortal Realm, Tian Yuanzi, the sect leader of the Tian Yuan Sect, coldly snorted. His figure was thin, and his eyes were icy: "A bunch of madmen! I'm not going to die with you."
With that, he led his followers in a retreat, transforming into streaks of earthen-yellow light and disappearing at the boundary. No one paid them any attention; such people would desert even on the battlefield, making things worse later.
"Sect Leader, where can we go?" an elder of the Tian Yuan Sect asked.
Tian Yuanzi: "Have you forgotten our sect's unique secret technique!"
"We can separate a portion of the Earth Immortal Realm, thus avoiding the darkness. Why should we die with them?"
"Sect Leader is wise!"
The members of the Tian Yuan Sect laughed heartily, each believing themselves to be the clever one. But the future is predetermined; they were destined not to have their way.
Before the coffin of sinful corpses, Qin Tian and Qin Zhu exchanged a glance and nodded slightly.
In an instant, all the Qin Clan Immortal Venerables retreated from the stone pillars, and the suppressing force vanished.
Qin Wudao swung his longsword, a jet-black sword aura tearing through the void and crashing down upon the coffin.
The coffin trembled violently, the lid slowly opening, and endless black mist overflowed from the crack, accompanied by a piercing scream that echoed through the heavens and earth.
Countless terrifying creatures crawled out of the coffin, their forms twisted, neither human nor beast, with deformed limbs covered in viscous black liquid, emanating a suffocatingly malevolent aura.
Then, a gigantic and terrifying head rose from the coffin, its eyes like abysses, bottomless and black, countless tentacles writhing like snakes, coiling around the void, each tentacle covered in barbs and dripping with a foul-smelling liquid.
The head was both human and demonic, its face blurred, yet seemingly countless faces superimposed, emitting low, chaotic roars that shattered the very soul.
Qin Tian turned back, his gaze sweeping over the crowd: "Everyone, this battle is for the sake of all living beings, for the light of the future. The darkness still needs time to gather. Go back and prepare for battle! Afterwards, we will discuss matters within the Qin Clan."
The crowd remained silent, then departed, each preparing to face this world-destroying calamity.
Liu Qingping looked at Qin Tian and said coldly, "Don't think you can escape punishment. What you've done cannot be forgiven."
Qin Tian merely smiled faintly and said frankly, "If I don't die in battle, I will atone with my death."
"Hmph." Liu Qingping snorted coldly and turned to leave.
The Qin Lord looked at Qin Tian and asked curiously, "Just how many Immortal Venerables did you kill to make her hate you so much?"
Qin Tian shrugged and said, "Not many. I just tore her clothes and saw her large breasts."
The Qin Lord: "..."
...
In the Golden Immortal Realm, the ancestral land of the Qin Clan, a majestic immortal mountain floated in the heavens.
At the summit, within a grand golden hall, the five supreme beings of the Immortal Realms gathered. Qin Tian and Qin Zhu sat in the center, flanked by the Palace Master of the Fire Fusion Palace, the Head of the Xiao Family, Liu Qingping, and Venerable Xuanming, each with several Immortal Venerable-level experts standing behind them, their auras intertwining like unshakeable mountain peaks.
"In that case, the name of the Immortal Realm Allied Forces shall be 'Immortal Court,' jointly led by the five of us."
"Good."
Having reached an agreement, they did not linger.
However, Liu Qingping did not immediately return. Instead, she stood atop the Qin Clan's mountain peak, dressed in a green robe and skirt, standing on the cliff edge, her garments fluttering in the wind, outlining her graceful figure.
"Sect Master Liu, isn't it a bit lonely to enjoy the scenery alone?" A deep, mocking voice sounded behind her, carrying a hint of wickedness.
Liu Qingping whirled around, her pretty face turning cold.
Qin Tian stood with his hands behind his back, clad in a black robe, his sword-like eyebrows sharply angled, a wicked smile playing on his lips. His gaze lingered on her with unbridled arrogance, as if trying to see right through her.
"How dare you! I didn't even bother you, and you just offered yourself up!" Liu Qingping gritted her teeth, her voice as cold as ice.
Qin Tian slowly stepped forward, his gait carrying a hint of oppression. He sneered, "Dare? My daring, hasn't Sect Leader Liu already witnessed it all?"
He stopped, continuing, "After all, you're not very bold. I didn't know Sect Leader Liu had such a broad mind."
"You… shameless!" Liu Qingping's pretty face flushed crimson, a mixture of shame and anger.
She was much older than Qin Tian, and of a higher generation, yet she had been so humiliated by this junior. Her anger could no longer be suppressed.
With a flick of her jade-like hand, a cyan longsword appeared out of thin air, its sword energy like a rainbow, piercing straight for Qin Tian's heart.
A cold smile flashed in Qin Tian's eyes. His figure blurred, dodging with ghostly speed. His longsword was drawn, its blade gleaming like ink, carrying a hint of ruthlessness.
"Want to teach me a lesson? Sect Leader Liu, you'd better show me your true skill!" His swordplay was fierce, yet incredibly precise. With a ripping sound, Liu Qingping's sleeve was sliced off, exposing her snow-white shoulders to the wind.
"Qin Tian, how dare you!" Liu Qingping roared, her swordsmanship growing even faster. Azure lotus sword energy crisscrossed, pulverizing the rocks at the cliff's edge.
However, Qin Tian's movements were unpredictable and elusive. Each time his sword grazed her dress, the hem and belt tore apart. In just a few moves, her green robe was completely reduced to shreds, her snow-white body exposed to the cold wind at the cliff's edge.
Liu Qingping cried out in shock, her jade-like hand immediately covering her chest, her other hand gripping her sword, glaring at Qin Tian with utter shame and indignation.
Her figure was flawless, her skin like jade, her breasts high and swaying gently, yet her mature charm possessed a deadly allure tinged with shame.
"You…you scoundrel!" Liu Qingping gritted her teeth, her shame and anger almost drawing blood.
She thrust out with her sword, but her chaotic mind left her vulnerable.
Qin Tian coldly snorted, his figure flashing, closing in on her. With a flick of his sword, he knocked her longsword away, then took a step forward, forcing her against the cliff face.
Liu Qingping instinctively retreated until her back was against the cold cliff, with nowhere left to go, she had to stop.
Her hands still tried to cover her body, her pretty face flushed, glaring at him: "Qin Tian, if you dare to be so presumptuous again, I…"
"Presumptuous?" Qin Tian interrupted her, grabbing her wrists and pulling her hands hard against the cliff face.
They were almost pressed together. He lowered his head, his nose nearly touching her cheek, his breath hot, his voice low and dangerous: "Sect Leader Liu, I'm a rather selfish person. Every woman I touch, flutter, or see, I will make mine."
"Last time I saw your breasts, you were destined to become my woman."
Liu Qingping's heart pounded like a drum, shame and anger swirling within her, yet she couldn't break free from his grip.
She turned her head away, biting her lower lip, remaining silent.
Qin Tian's gaze lingered on her face for a moment, then he suddenly chuckled wickedly: "Enough of the beating, Sect Leader Liu. If you're still not satisfied..." He paused, his voice growing even deeper, "...come back to my room with me, shall we continue?"
Before she could respond, Qin Tian used his strength to lift her up in his arms.
Liu Qingping gasped softly, her small fists pounding his chest, but they were weak and powerless.
"Qin Tian, put me down!" Her voice trembled slightly, yet couldn't conceal the complex emotions within.
"Put me down? I never let go." Qin Tian's figure flashed, transforming into a black streak of light, heading straight for his residence.
...
The next day, Liu Qingping slowly awoke, and the unbearable memories of the previous night flooded back like a tidal wave. She sat up abruptly, finding herself still on the bed in that secret room, while the nightmarish Taoist priest sat on the edge of the bed, watching her with leisurely amusement.
Liu Qingping was both ashamed and angry, but knowing there was nothing she could do, she coldly feigned indifference and said, "Someone like you, even if you do it to me a thousand times, I'll just consider it a dog bite."
Having said that, she didn't bother to cover herself, letting the man see her snow-white breasts, and sneered disdainfully.
Qin Tian smiled and shook his head, saying, "You don't have to participate in this battle."
Liu Qingping's heart skipped a beat, and she asked, "Why?"
Qin Tian said gently, "It's nothing. If you die in battle, it would be such a waste of your big breasts, and it would also mean losing a beauty who could make me feel good."
Liu Qingping sneered, "As the young ancestor of the Qin clan, don't you think it's beneath your dignity to say such things?"
Qin Tian said nonchalantly, "My greatest strength is pragmatism; I never crave empty fame." As he spoke, he pulled Liu Qingping's stiff body into his arms, his hands kneading her full, smooth breasts. "Otherwise, how could I let Sect Leader Liu be forced to be fucked like this?"
Without waiting for Liu Qingping's rebuttal, he pushed her down, straddled her buttocks, and thrust his penis into the beautiful woman's honey pot again, resuming his union with the gorgeous sect leader.
Liu Qingping knew that resistance was futile, so she could only bite her lip and endure the thick penis churning inside her vagina. Her vagina seemed to have adapted much better to Qin Tian's penis; the pain lessened, but the hard, iron-like sensation became more distinct.
"Mmm...mmm...mmm..." Even biting her lip, low moans still escaped her delicate nose. Liu Qingping was horrified to discover that she seemed to be truly getting used to being penetrated by this man from behind; even such defilement still produced a stimulating sensation.
Another day passed.
"Mmm...ahhh...I know...I...I'm discussing the joint campaign against darkness with the Qin clan...I'll go back soon...It's alright...the Qin clan didn't do anything to me..."
Liu Qingping lay on the bed, her naked body glistening with sweat, her hand tightly clutching the communication talisman, her knuckles white with shame and anger.
The person on the other end of the communication talisman seemed to sense something amiss and pressed, "Sect Master, are you alright? Did the Qin Clan give you any trouble?"
Liu Qingping's cheeks flushed crimson, shame nearly driving her to the brink of collapse, yet she could only force a smile and say, "N-nothing... I'm fine. The Qin Clan treated me fairly well... I'll return shortly!"
With that, she abruptly ended the communication, gripping the bedsheets tightly, her eyes blazing with fury and shame.
Behind her, Qin Tian gripped her voluptuous waist, his movements utterly merciless, each thrust sending Liu Qingping's body trembling violently.
Her naked, large breasts swayed with each impact, like two mounds of snow-white jade. Sweat streamed down her flushed cheeks, her long, black hair clinging disheveled to her neck.
Her expression was a mixture of anger and humiliation. She bit her lip, trying to suppress her moans, but broken whispers still escaped between her teeth. Shame made her wish she could disappear into the ground.
Qin Tian chuckled, teasingly saying, "Sect Leader Liu, they're starting to urge us on. Let's finish this quickly."
Liu Qingping glared at him fiercely, her shimmering eyes burning with anger, yet the violent thrusts forced out a soft moan. Her face flushed even deeper, her brows furrowed, as if torn apart by lust and shame.
Her plump buttocks were raised high, her legs spread wide, almost unsupported. Her flesh rippled, her body involuntarily responding to the rhythm.
Her large breasts became increasingly erotic with each violent sway. Her half-open eyes were filled with complex emotions—shame, anger, and a hint of undisguised confusion.
Finally, Qin Tian roared, gripping her waist tightly, his penis plunging deep inside her, releasing forcefully.
Liu Qingping trembled, feeling the heat coursing through her body. A wave of shame and indignation surged within her. She let out a low groan, her eyes glaring at Qin Tian with a complex mix of anger and humiliated helplessness.
She shoved Qin Tian away, struggling to her feet, but her legs gave way, and she nearly collapsed again.
Her naked body was covered in red welts, her large breasts trembling in the air.
She hastily grabbed her scattered clothes and threw them on. The tattered garments offered little cover, revealing glimpses of her fair skin.
Her face still flushed, she glared at Qin Tian, gritting her teeth as she cursed, "You beast!"
Then, staggering, she pushed open the cave door. Her clothes were disheveled, her collar half-open, her hair a mess—she was utterly wretched.
She had barely taken a step when she froze. Standing outside the cave was a fairy in white.
This fairy was breathtakingly beautiful, like a celestial being descended from heaven.
Her face was exquisitely flawless, her eyebrows like distant mountains, her eyes like a galaxy, her lips a vibrant red, exuding a natural allure.
A light white veil covered her body, outlining her high breasts. Her slender waist was like a willow branch, and her skin was as white as jade, radiating a soft glow.
Her long legs were hidden beneath the hem of her skirt, her elegance tinged with ethereal grace.
However, her lower abdomen was slightly protruding, clearly several months pregnant, adding a touch of gentle maternal radiance.
The fairy in white looked at Liu Qingping, smiled gently, and nodded slightly.
Liu Qingping's heart tightened, a wave of shame washing over her. She lowered her head, unable to meet his gaze, her fingers clutching tightly to her tattered clothes, trying to conceal her exposed breasts, and quickly fled the cave.
The white-clad fairy entered the cave, her gaze falling on the naked Qin Tian, his erect penis still hard.
She frowned slightly, her tone slightly reproachful, yet gentle as a spring breeze: "You always act so recklessly. Sect Leader Liu… sigh… why do you have to make things so difficult for her?"
Qin Tian, hearing this, grinned nonchalantly, patted the bed beside him, and lazily said, "Wife, come and sit."
Qin Wuhun sighed indulgently, shook her head, and slowly stepped forward, her skirt swaying gently, exuding an ethereal aura.
Qin Tian pulled her into his arms, holding her on his lap, laughing heartily, "My dear wife, I've missed you so much!"
But Qin Wuhun wasn't buying it. She glanced at him sideways, her tone half-pouting, half-resentful, "Hmph, you're out there having a good time, how could you possibly miss a pregnant, resentful woman like me?"
Qin Tian looked at her slightly protruding belly, chuckled, and placed his hand on her stomach, "Our child is so big already."
Qin Wuhun gave a soft "Mmm," a loving smile playing on her lips, but a complex emotion flickered in her eyes.
She looked around the cave, wrinkled her nose, and whispered, "It smells awful here, it's all your scent. Let's go for a walk."
Qin Tian smiled and agreed, changed his clothes, stood up, took her hand, and the two walked out of the cave side by side.
Sunlight shone on them, Qin Wuhun's white robes fluttering like an ethereal fairy, while Qin Tian's figure carried a hint of impending departure. She knew Qin Tian was about to embark on a campaign; the war against darkness was imminent.
Qin Wuhun lowered her eyes, her fingertips gently tracing his palm, her heart filled with reluctance.
She knew Qin Tian bore a heavy responsibility, that this journey would be perilous, yet he had no choice but to go.
She wanted to speak to him to stop, but something choked her throat, and she could only silently tighten her grip on his hand.
Qin Tian turned to look at her, seemingly sensing her emotions, and stopped, saying softly, "My wife, wait for me to return. No matter how long it takes, I will return."
Qin Wuhun looked up, her eyes glistening with tears, and forced a smile, saying, "No matter how long it takes, the child and I will be here waiting for you."
She stood on tiptoe, and Qin Tian lowered his head. Their lips met, a lingering, passionate kiss, as if to pour all their reluctance and deep affection into that moment.
After a long while, they separated. Qin Tian gave her a deep look, turned, and left, his figure gradually disappearing into the distance.
Qin Wuhun stood rooted to the spot, her hand resting on her lower abdomen, her eyes filled with sorrow.
Qin Wuhun turned and left, arriving at the edge of a bottomless abyss, and descended the steps.
At the bottom, over a hundred bronze coffins stood, containing the remains of Qin Wuming, Qin Wumeng, Qin Wuyan, Qin Wuming, and Qin Mingfei.
Their beautiful eyes were closed, their breathing steady, as if they were asleep.
Qin Wuhun's gaze fell upon the colossal bronze gate before her.
She had her own place to belong; she needed to uphold the Qin clan's spirit and guide him back.
"The Qin clan, from this day forth, shall remain secluded from the world!"
With this decree issued, the entire Qin clan vanished from their spot, going into hibernation, awaiting the return of one person.
...
The bronze immortal bell tolled, its sound reverberating through the thirty-three heavens.
"Issue the order," the Qin Lord's voice, though not loud, carried clearly throughout the millions of miles of the Immortal Realm, "Golden Immortal Realm, march!"
In an instant, the Sky-Splitting Flying Ships, suspended above the thirty-three heavens, sprang into action. Each ship was tens of thousands of feet long, its hull engraved with ancient immortal runes, shimmering with seven-colored light under the sunlight.
The flagship at the forefront, the "Immortal Qin," was entirely cast from crystal, its prow adorned with a phoenix poised for flight, its eyes inlaid with two sun-like gold beads, radiating light capable of piercing the nine netherworlds.
The immortal soldiers surged towards the flying ships like a tidal wave.
They wore star-patterned armor, wielding various immortal weapons: halberds that spewed lightning, ancient bronze swords coiled with dragon souls, and archers carrying bows and arrows, each arrow branded with demon-dispelling runes.
Tens of thousands of Qin Clan disciples from the ten peaks formed battle formations in the void, their chilling aura freezing the clouds within a radius of ten thousand miles. "Open the Heavenly Gate!"
With this command, thirty-three white-haired elders simultaneously formed hand seals. Standing on the altar, they manipulated the laws of heaven and earth with a wave of their whisks.
A rift, spanning the heavens and earth, was forcibly torn open in the void. Starlight flowed within the rift, and the birth and death of countless worlds could be vaguely seen.
Darkness had begun to spread.
The Qin Lord stood with his hands behind his back, taking a single step and already standing at the bow of the Immortal Qin Ship.
He didn't turn around, simply saying, "Go."
Seventy-two Sky-Splitting Flying Ships activated simultaneously. The levitation arrays beneath their hulls emitted dazzling golden light, propelling these colossal vessels slowly into the air.
Each flying ship was surrounded by three thousand six hundred protective immortal lights, appearing from afar like seventy-two brilliant stars rising into the sky.
As the flying ship fleet entered the Heavenly Gate, the imperial decree of the Great Dao resounded throughout the Thirty-Three Heavens.
Countless citizens of the Immortal Realm looked up, only to see the sky as if cleaved by a divine sword, the cracks shimmering with celestial light. Seventy-two flying ships, like seventy-two sharp swords, pierced the unknown darkness.
"Lord Qin, the Earth Immortal Realm is already at war with the dark beings," a Qin Clan Immortal Venerable respectfully reported.
Lord Qin's gaze pierced through the void, seeing that the temporary defensive line forged by supreme divine power billions of miles away had shattered.
The once golden, radiant immortal barrier was now covered with black lines, like a corroded wound.
Further away, boundless darkness surged in like a tide, dimming stars and shattering laws wherever it passed.
And within this black tide, beams of earthen-yellow light shone brightly.
Each of these beams of light represented tens of thousands of cultivators from the Earth Immortal Realm, on the front lines of the fight against the darkness.
"Pass down the order," the Qin Lord's voice suddenly became incredibly majestic. "Accelerate the advance and support the Earth Immortal Realm. This battle..."
He paused, a resolute glint in his eyes: "If darkness is not eradicated in today's battle, then this will be our burial ground."
At the forefront of the fleet, the phoenix statue on the bow of the Taixu suddenly emitted a clear, resonant cry, its sun-golden eyes bursting forth with blinding light.
Simultaneously, the war drums on all the flying ships beat in unison, their sounds interspersed with the roars of dragons and tigers, shaking the very void.
One hundred thousand immortal soldiers shouted in unison, the sound waves transforming into tangible golden ripples that spread in all directions.
The Qin Lord finally moved.
He stepped out of the flying ship, his figure rising higher and higher in the void, finally transforming into a giant dharma image, his head reaching the heavens and his feet treading the nine netherworlds.
Nine divine lights floated behind the dharma image's head, each containing a small Xuanqiong, each performing a different hand seal.
He raised his hand, and a bronze ancient sword appeared in his Dharma Image's hand.
The sword was covered in rust, yet it exuded a murderous aura that shook the heavens.
Where the sword's edge passed, the void automatically split open, revealing the pitch-black chaos behind.
"Slash!"
With a single word, the bronze ancient sword transformed into a streak of light that traversed the galaxy, slashing towards the depths of the black tide.
Where the sword light passed, countless dark creatures hidden in the void let out shrill screams, turning into black smoke and dissipating.
At the same time, the void cracked open.
The rest of the Immortal Realms also joined the battle.
At this moment, a pitch-black figure, sword in hand, charged into the depths of darkness. He encountered no resistance whatsoever; the dark creatures seemed unable to see him.
Qin Tian frowned. It was urging him to go!
"Since you've invited me, I'll see just what you really are."
Qin Tian took a step forward, his figure passing through countless terrifying dark creatures, directly entering the depths of darkness.
Upon entering, what unfolded before Qin Tian was a sea of corpses beyond description.
As far as his eyes could see, the earth, the sky, and even the entire space were filled with countless corpses.
They piled up into mountains, stretched into abysses, extending to the horizon, seemingly without end.
These corpses were no ordinary bodies. Some were as large as stars, their bones as jagged as mountains; some were as small as dust, yet exuded a suffocating pressure; others had long since decayed to ash, yet still coalesced into twisted resentment in the void.
There were giants tens of thousands of feet tall, their skin like cast bronze, their chests pierced by some terrifying force, revealing a still-beating black heart within.
There was a nine-headed demonic bird, its wingspan capable of blotting out the sky, its neck severed by a single sword stroke, its nine heads scattered in all directions, still emitting silent shrieks.
There was a crystalline immortal corpse, its brow branded with ancient runes, yet its lower body had turned to pus and blood, flowing like a river in the void.
Furthermore, countless unidentifiable alien creatures, their forms defying all logic. Some resembled countless human faces pieced together, others were simply writhing masses of darkness; merely staring at them was enough to pierce the soul.
The scale of the corpses in this place transcended the concept of "quantity."
They were not simply piled up, but rather like some kind of frozen spacetime, each corpse frozen in the moment of death. Some were still wielding swords, some were roaring, and some remained kneeling, as if they had witnessed an incomprehensible horror before their demise.
Qin Tian couldn't help but recall that darkness was born from the absorption of death from heaven and earth; these were likely all the dead beings since the beginning of the world.
Qin Tian looked up.
A hundred feet away, a throne constructed of three thousand skulls pierced through the blood mist.
The black-armored man seated upon it had his head bowed, purple blood dripping from the broken horns, forming puddles beneath the throne.
Qin Tian's pupils constricted sharply; what floated in those puddles were clearly microcosms of the myriad realms of the universe.
"You've come."
The sudden voice startled Qin Tian. He looked at the black-armored man on the throne and found him still sitting there quietly, head bowed.
It wasn't him who spoke.
The voice came from behind the throne!
Qin Tian looked up and saw a giant floating in the starry sky behind the throne!
The giant, hovering in the crimson starry sky, slowly opened its eyes. A pattern of eclipses was embedded in its vertical pupil, and countless distorted human faces were revealed beneath its rotting immortal robes.
Most horrifying was its chest, where a gaping hole ran from front to back, its walls crawling with pale arms that seemed to chant scriptures.
Suddenly, a chanting arose from the hole in the giant's chest.
"Submit to me."
The giant's voice did not come from its mouth, but rather reverberated from the hole in its chest, echoing the roars of countless souls, as if the entire sea of corpses resonated within it.
Its vertical pupil slowly rotated, the patterns of eclipses swirling within its eyes, reflecting Qin Tian's tiny figure.
"Alright, stop pretending." Qin Tian looked at the giant, who was suspended in the starry sky and curled up like an infant. "You know the truth of this world. I want to change the future. You want to awaken in the future, going to great lengths to insert yourself into this dream. The price isn't low, is it?"
"Unfortunately, I broke the seal prematurely, making your birth incomplete."
The giant was silent for a moment, then its countless pale arms, hollow from within, all pointed at Qin Tian, as if in judgment.
"You know more than I thought." Its voice was deep, carrying an ancient rhythm. "In that case, die."
It couldn't attack now, but its countless pale arms, hollow from within, once again pointed at the black-armored man on the throne.
"Let me introduce you, Heavenly Demon."
The next moment, the Heavenly Demon, seated on its skull throne, raised its head. Rolling crimson demonic energy emanated from its body, blotting out the sky.
The Heavenly Demon glanced at its own body, then slightly turned its head to look at the humanoid giant in the starry sky.
Finally, its gaze fell upon Qin Tian.
It slowly raised its fist.
Qin Tian smiled faintly and also raised his fist.
The power of chaos surged forth, boundless and immense.
"Boom!"
The scene instantly became chaotic, with demonic energy and chaotic energy colliding and exploding in all directions.
The Heavenly Demon's Three Thousand Demonic Domains Killing Technique collided heavily with Qin Tian's Eternal Chaos Fist.
Blood energy surged and roared, and its chaotic body displayed extremely powerful strength!
Its entire body glowed, endless divine light erupting from its fists, sparks flying everywhere, even shattering the surrounding space with the force of the collision!
Like a sun exploding, unleashing an incredibly terrifying impact, chaotic divine light spread outwards in concentric circles across the blood-red starry sky, illuminating the heavens and earth. The immense aura shattered countless corpses present, and distant mountains of corpses collapsed. Even the boundless darkness that had enveloped this place was momentarily dispelled.
Qin Tian's black hair flew wildly, and his arms trembled uncontrollably!
Under such a powerful confrontation, Qin Tian's eyes shone with extreme excitement, and his blood surged.
"Clang!" A deafening sound echoed from the starry sky.
A terrifying beam of divine light plummeted straight down from the sky, crashing heavily onto the earth like a meteorite!
"Boom!"
Countless clouds of dust billowed up. When the dust settled, a huge crater had been created.
Qin Tian slowly stepped forward, looking at his bleeding, numb, and trembling arm, yet his face was filled with fighting spirit, even a hint of eagerness.
The Heavenly Demon's power was within his expectations. Although the Heavenly Demon before him was merely a corpse controlled by darkness, perhaps less than a tenth, or even a hundredth, of his former strength,
it had still reached the limit Qin Tian could withstand.
However, it had only reached that limit, not exceeded it!
Just as Qin Tian was about to continue, the Heavenly Demon showed no intention of attacking further.
"Truly noisy, chattering endlessly in my ear, not even letting me have peace in death."
The Heavenly Demon slowly turned, looking up at the giant in the blood-red starry sky.
Those pupils lacked the controlled turbidity, only abyssal savagery and clarity.
"With your..."
A hoarse voice tore through the heavens and earth, and the pale arms gripping him instantly exploded into a bloody mist.
A mocking smile twisted the rotting corners of the Heavenly Demon's mouth.
"You dare to hold my life and death in your hands?"
His black armor bulged violently, its overwhelming pressure crushing the corpses within a hundred miles into dust.
The Heavenly Demon's body, however, disintegrated in the instant of the eruption. His bones, like black mountains, crashed to the ground, his head still held high, bowing towards the earth, as if even death was a disdainful glance at all living beings.
The Star Giant remained silent, its arm pointing once more from the hollow of its chest.
The next second, black smoke billowed, and the Heavenly Demon's disintegrating body transformed into a twisted shadow, forcefully blasted into Qin Tian's body by the giant!
"Useless resistance... He's out of control, so you'll take his place." The giant's whisper echoed in Qin Tian's mind.
"Ughhhhh!"
Qin Tian roared in agony.
He collapsed to his knees, spitting black blood from his seven orifices. His bones crackled with a sickening sound, a broken horn sprouted from his forehead, flesh tore open his back, and a pair of tattered wings began to grow. He wanted to turn Qin Tian into a controllable demon.
"Useless struggle." The giant looked down at the agonizing Qin Tian, his voice filled with indifference, as if all things were ants.
Just as the black smoke was about to corrupt Qin Tian's dantian,
"Buzz!"
A sudden burst of Buddhist chanting filled the air, resounding like a great bell.
A three-headed, six-armed Bodhisattva appeared, its six hands forming different mudras, the chanting shattering the blood mist.
The voice of Jingchen echoed across time and space in Qin Tian's mind: "My Buddha... Jingchen has come..."
Buddhist light and black smoke fiercely clashed. Qin Tian's left half had been transformed into a hideous black armor, while his right half was gilded by Buddhist light.
But what kind of being was a demon? His resentment, the lingering demonic energy after his death—neither of these could be dispelled by Jingchen.
But Jingchen knew this well, so instead of dispelling the demonic energy, she absorbed it.
The demonic energy within Qin Tian's body was completely absorbed by the Bodhisattva statue that Jingchen had transformed into.
Soon, the originally solemn and sacred Buddha statue began to change.
Under the assimilation of the demonic energy, the Buddha statue took on a completely new appearance.
It was a colossal female Bodhisattva statue, with three heads and six arms. Each of the three heads had a different expression. The central face was kind and benevolent, solemn and dignified, radiating compassion. The head on the left had a captivatingly alluring face, heavily made up, and extremely beautiful; every smile and frown seemed to bewitch heaven and earth. The head on the right was equally beautiful, eclipsing the world and dimming the sun and moon, but it wore a somewhat morbid smile, its beautiful eyes filled with madness.
A colossal figure, towering ten thousand feet tall, sat cross-legged on a lotus flower, one hand holding a flower on its knees, the other outstretched, the other raised. Though still a Buddhist bodhisattva statue, it exuded an aura of malevolence after absorbing demonic energy. Moreover, the appearance of this heretical demon was barely concealed; its perfectly sculpted body was adorned only with pitiful ornaments.
Qin Tian was naturally familiar with this image.
It was indeed the heretical demon statue.
Qin Tian stood up, looked at the giant in the starry sky, and said with a smirk, "Foolish, your version is too outdated."
In the future, although it had become the Heavenly Dao, it was in a state of slumber, and thus unaware of many things, resulting in its outdated version.
In the blood-red starry sky, the starlight was dim, and only a gigantic figure, curled up like an infant, slowly writhed in the void, emanating a suffocatingly terrifying aura.
Qin Tian stood beneath this blood-red starry sky, his robes fluttering, his long hair disheveled by an invisible gale.
His gaze was fixed on the hollow in the giant's chest, his face so dark it seemed to drip water.
A low, malevolent whisper, like a venomous snake, slithered into his mind: "Do you recognize this person?"
From within the hollow, pale arms moved slowly, as if weaving some forbidden ritual.
Gradually, a figure was dragged out—a woman. Her hands were gripped tightly by those arms, suspending her in the center of the hollow.
Her clothes were torn, her body covered in blood, her long hair disheveled, obscuring her face, yet unable to conceal the familiar aura.
"Auntie..." Qin Tian's voice was low, trembling slightly.
How could he not recognize her? She was his only relative on Earth before his transmigration, Huang Ying.
He had been an orphan since childhood; it was his aunt, Huang Ying, who raised him, taught him how to be a person, and gave him the warmth of a family.
But then, his aunt suddenly disappeared, without warning.
After he transmigrated, his aunt became his system, and he knew nothing of what happened before, nor did his aunt have any memories of her past.
Now it seems his aunt has been imprisoned by darkness all along.
Qin Tian's fists clenched so tightly they cracked, his eyes blazing with fury.
Just then, a hand pressed down on the head of the oriole suspended in the void, slowly lifting it. Her eyes were empty and lifeless, as if her soul had been drained.
In her hand, a spear radiating a chilling light materialized, its tip pointing directly at Qin Tian.
"Whoosh!"
The spear pierced the air with a speed so fast that even starlight couldn't keep up.
Qin Tian's pupils contracted; he tried to dodge, but found the space around him locked by an invisible force.
With a soft thud, the spear pierced his chest, its momentum undiminished, embedding itself in the ground and pinning him to the spot.
A wave of excruciating pain washed over Qin Tian. He gritted his teeth, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
However, this was only the beginning.
From Huang Ying's hands, spears materialized one after another, each carrying boundless killing intent, and were hurled at Qin Tian.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Each spear was incredibly precise, piercing his shoulder, abdomen, limbs… In the blink of an eye, Qin Tian was riddled with spears, blood flowing, staining the ground beneath his feet.
"Auntie…it's me…have you forgotten me?" he growled, his voice hoarse, filled with endless sorrow.
He knew this wasn't his aunt's intention. She had been controlled by the dark entity, reduced to its killing tool.
A pale arm writhed, dragging Huang Ying before Qin Tian.
Her figure was inches away; Qin Tian could even see the dried bloodstains on her face and her empty eyes.
She slowly raised her hand, the spear pointed directly at Qin Tian's head, its tip trembling slightly, as if struggling.
"Kill him..." the giant in the starry sky murmured, his voice like the howls of a thousand demons, filled with bewitching power.
The pale arm tightened suddenly, forcefully gripping Huang Ying's hand, attempting to thrust the spear down.
Huang Ying's delicate body began to tremble violently, her expression contorted, as if struggling against some unseen force.
Just as the spear was about to pierce Qin Tian's brow, a flash of clarity suddenly appeared in her eyes.
"You fucking bastard, die!" Huang Ying bit her tongue hard, blood spurting out, her eyes bursting with an unprecedented light.
She roared, struggling with all her might to break free from the pale arm's grasp, turning abruptly, the spear in her hand transforming into a streak of light, heading straight for the giant in the starry sky.
"Thud!"
The spear, with unparalleled precision, pierced deeply into the giant's brow.
In an instant, the giant let out a deafening roar, the sound tearing through the starry sky and causing countless stars to fall.
From the hollow in its chest, pale arms thrashed wildly, as if trying to rip everything apart.
The entire blood-red starry sky trembled, threatening to collapse.
Huang Ying didn't hesitate, swiftly rushing towards Qin Tian, embracing him and dragging him aside.
Her movements were quick, but tinged with weakness; clearly, the struggle had exhausted her strength.
"Little Tian... Little Tian, is it really you... Are you alright?" Huang Ying's voice trembled, filled with endless worry.
She knelt beside Qin Tian, her hands trembling as she tried to pull the spear from his body, yet afraid of hurting him.
Tears welled in her eyes, the killing intent from before long gone.
Qin Tian grinned, enduring the excruciating pain, and said hoarsely, "Auntie... you're still so fierce."
"You brat, what time is it, still being so cheeky!" Huang Ying glared at him fiercely, but couldn't help but burst into tears.
She gritted her teeth, her hands flashing with spiritual light, and began to heal Qin Tian.
She carefully pulled out the spears from Qin Tian's body, one by one.
With each spear pulled out, Qin Tian's face paled further, but he remained silent, his gaze gentle as he looked at Huang Ying.
That was the warmest figure in his memory; even now, covered in blood, she was still his reliance.
However, the calm did not last long.
In the distance, the giant in the starry sky let out a roar that shattered the void.
From the hollow of its chest, countless pale arms surged forth like a tide, overwhelming the two of them.
The entire starry sky trembled violently, collapsing with a deafening roar as a terrifying aura pressed down.
"Auntie!" Qin Tian suddenly stood up, his spiritual power surging, ready to fight, but Huang Ying pressed him down.
"Don't be reckless, you're so badly injured!" Huang Ying gritted her teeth, gathering spiritual light in her palm, attempting to set up a defense.
However, the pale arm moved with lightning speed, instantly closing in, carrying boundless killing intent.
Just at the critical moment, a dazzling golden light bloomed from the void, transforming into a barrier that firmly protected the two.
The pale arm collided with the golden light, emitting a piercing shriek, but could not advance an inch. Qin Tian and Huang Ying were stunned, looking up to see a figure slowly emerging from the golden light.
It was a mature woman radiating maternal warmth, enveloped in a holy glow, her eyes filled with boundless compassion and majesty.
Her aura was vast as the sea, yet so weak it seemed it might dissipate at any moment.
Qin Tian's pupils constricted sharply, and he whispered, "The Dao Mother..."
The Dao Mother, born of the Heavenly Dao, a supreme being in the world.
At this moment, her golden barrier, though concealing her pale arms, was trembling slightly, as if it wouldn't hold for much longer.
"Children, you have suffered..." The Dao Mother's voice was gentle, tinged with a sigh, "The birth of darkness will replace me. My power won't last long. Child, you have done well. Escape..."
Qin Tian's face darkened. He knew his mother's condition was precarious; how could he possibly escape like this?
He turned to Huang Ying, urgently asking, "Auntie, is there any way? You've had the longest contact with Him!"
Huang Ying frowned in thought, a resolute glint in her eyes.
She whispered, "There is a way... but it's very risky."
"Speak!"
Huang Ying took a deep breath, her gaze fixed on the giant in the distance, and whispered, "Although that monster is born of darkness, it is severely injured and its power is unstable. We can use the power of the Heavenly Dao to forcibly elevate it to the Heavenly Dao level. Once it becomes the Heavenly Dao, darkness will be suppressed by the rules of the Heavenly Dao, and we might be able to reincarnate and escape its control!"
Qin Tian was taken aback; this time, it was following the script: "Okay, let's do it!"
Upon hearing this, a hint of relief flashed in the Dao Mother's eyes.
She said softly, "This method is feasible. I am willing to lend you a hand."
With that, the Dao Mother abruptly withdrew the golden light barrier, and her pale arms surged forth like a torrent.
The Dao Mother's body transformed into countless golden rays, which surged into Qin Tian and Huang Ying's bodies.
In an instant, golden light blazed around the two, their auras surging, like two golden war gods.
Qin Tian felt a vast power surge within him; his injuries were completely healed, and his cultivation subtly broke through its shackles.
"Auntie, let's go!" Qin Tian roared, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit.
"You brat, stick close to me!" Huang Ying laughed, transforming into a golden light and charging towards the giant in the starry sky.
Qin Tian followed closely behind, the two like shooting stars, streaking across the blood-red sky, heading straight for the giant.
Pale arms surged wildly, attempting to block them.
However, protected by golden light, their speed was extreme, nimbly dodging each attack.
Qin Tian threw a punch, his fist light like a dragon, shattering the blocking arms into fragments; Huang Ying's palm glowed with spiritual light, transforming into a spear, its sharp light piercing through countless obstacles.
In the blink of an eye, the two had reached the giant's brow.
There, the spear Huang Ying had thrown earlier remained, its shaft trembling slightly and emitting a faint glow.
The two exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with resolve.
"Attack!" Huang Ying whispered.
The two simultaneously threw punches, slamming them into the spear.
With a crack, the spear pierced the giant's brow, golden light erupting from its shaft like a blazing sun, illuminating the entire starry sky.
"Roar!"
The giant let out a heart-wrenching roar, its body trembling violently.
Qin Tian and Huang Ying felt a suction force pulling them uncontrollably into the giant's head.
Golden light surged from their bodies, frantically merging into the giant's brain, forcefully pushing its power to sublimate.
In the void, the aura of the Heavenly Dao began to emerge.
The giant's body gradually became transparent, the dark power suppressed by invisible rules, and the pale arms in the hollow of its chest disintegrated.
Qin Tian and Huang Ying's consciousness began to blur, as if they were about to fall into an endless cycle of reincarnation.
In the torrent of reincarnation, Qin Tian seemed to see endless scenes, the alternation of life and death, the endless cycle of reincarnation.
His consciousness gradually sank, but at this moment, a gentle figure appeared behind him.
"Child..." The Dao Mother's voice was like a spring breeze. She gently embraced Qin Tian, her eyes full of tenderness, "In the next life, let me be your true mother."
Before she finished speaking, the Dao Mother transformed into the last ray of golden light and merged into Qin Tian's body.
Qin Tian's consciousness jolted violently, as if enveloped by a warm power, sinking into the depths of reincarnation.
"Little Tian!" Huang Ying's voice came from the side, carrying a hint of pride and laughter, "In the next life, I will definitely find you and stay by your side!"
Qin Tian grinned, his eyes full of trust: "Auntie, I believe you."
He slowly closed his eyes, his entire being sinking into the torrent of reincarnation.
The starry sky returned to calm. The giant's body completely dissipated, transforming into strands of celestial rules that merged into the heavens and earth.
The crimson light faded, leaving only endless starlight.
At the same time, this world began to overlap with reality. Some who had been dead reappeared, some destroyed things were rebuilt, and some unfinished business was resolved without regret.
And within the Qin Clan, beneath the Ancestral Abyss, behind the colossal bronze gate, the woman bound by countless threads of cause and effect opened her eyes in an instant.
The dream ended.