Assembly Line

The corners of Gu Yang's thin lips curled up slightly.

Su Lingyan let out a cry of pain.

Gu Yang cared nothing for her life or death.

"Boom!"

Like two starving ancient ferocious beasts, they ruthlessly charged into the underground!

"Ahhhhh—I am not resigned to this!!!"

From deep underground, the despairing wail of the Sword Demon, which could shatter one's soul, echoed out.

The foundation it had accumulated over countless years was now being unscrupulously sucked dry by an ant who hadn't even formed a Golden Core.

Gu Yang's body, as hard as granite, erupted with a heart-palpitating roar under the infusion of a massive amount of origin power.

The Desolate Ancient Extreme Yang Body was stretched to its limit.

The coarse gray linen clothes fluttered wildly without wind, making a loud snapping sound.

Deep within his dantian.

The Golden Crow Origin Fire greedily devoured the destructive power within the Demon Realm's origin.

The Nine Nether Soul-Locking Flame frantically chewed on the soul impurities contained within.

One Yin, one Yang; one gold, one black.

The two top-tier extraordinary flames, which originally repelled each other, were now under the terrifying overload of this feeding.

They crashed, entangled, and merged with extreme violence!

A highly pungent smell of burning filled the air, and the surrounding void was even melted with tiny holes by this high temperature.

In Gu Yang's abyss-like black eyes.

The left eye burned with the destruction of the great sun, while the right eye flowed with the dead silence of the Nine Nethers.

...

The wails from deep underground had completely changed their tune.

It was the despairing scream of an ancient Sword Demon that had lived for tens of millions of years, facing a predator colder and greedier than itself.

Gu Yang's hands were like two unshakeable Sea-Calming Divine Needles.

The flames of extreme Yang and extreme Yin formed a terrifying spiritual power turbine at the junction of his rough palms and Ji Shuanghua's cold, jade-like white skin.

"Boom—Boom—Boom!"

Pain.

It was an extreme agony of having one's soul placed on a millstone and ground into powder inch by inch.

Ji Shuanghua's breathtakingly beautiful face, covered in blood and cold sweat, was forced to tilt high up.

Her fragile neck stretched into a thrillingly tragic curve, with veins throbbing violently under her cold white skin.

She watched helplessly as her supreme sword dao faith, which she had guarded for twenty years.

The "Heaven-Tier Inheritance" revered as a god by the successive patriarchs of the Supreme Sword Sect.

Now, it was being forcefully extracted from the depths of that ten-thousand-foot broken sword like a pool of nauseating black pus.

The sacred veil was brutally torn away, revealing the bone-sucking parasitic eggs inside.

Faith had collapsed.

And what suffocated her even more than the collapse of her faith was the absolute control of the man behind her.

There was not half a word of comfort, not a single trace of pity born from her peerless beauty.

"Ugh..."

Ji Shuanghua's red lips were bitten bloody by herself, and broken whimpers spilled from the depths of her throat.

The tattered frost-white dharma robe had long been completely soaked in sweat and blood.

That absolute crushing of power, that complete objectification that instantly reduced her from a high and mighty holy maiden in the clouds to a disposable consumable.

It was like an invisible heavy hammer, ruthlessly smashing the last trace of aloofness in her heart.

Being used.

Being squeezed of every last drop of value without any bottom line by this god-like, cold man.

In Ji Shuanghua's unfocused, cold eyes, a cluster of strangely alluring crimson suddenly burst forth.

She pressed her riddled, cold white body even more tightly against Gu Yang's chest, which radiated terrifying heat.

Her nose, beaded with sweat, panted rapidly, and her scalding breath sprayed into the cold air of the altar.

She was completely awakened.

Reduced to the most devout, most incurable believer under this absolute violent flesh.

"That's about enough."

A cold calculation of absolute rationality flashed through Gu Yang's abyss-like black eyes.

The purest part of the Outer Path Demon Realm's origin, along with the Heaven-Tier Peerless Sword Art, had all been swallowed into his dantian.

What remained were the utterly evil karma and hindrances that had settled for tens of millions of years, which even extraordinary flames would find difficult to refine in a short time.

Biting off more than one can chew.

If he forced this Demon Venerable into a dead end and it ended up detonating this space, the loss would outweigh the gain.

The corners of Gu Yang's thin lips pulled into a cruel arc devoid of any temperature.

"Then stay here forever."

His left hand suddenly twisted.

"Rumble—!!!"

This backhand thrust was extremely vicious, an absolute killing blow.

Those demonic auras were originally weapons used by the Sword Demon to corrode the seal, but now they had been stripped of all vitality by Gu Yang, turning into the heaviest dead matter.

The ten-thousand-foot broken sword let out a terrifying hum that shattered the sky.

The rust on the sword body, which originally appeared dark red, began a frantic transformation the moment it came into contact with this dead demonic aura.

The rust peeled off, revealing a deep black metallic luster that could devour even light.

That was not damage, but rebirth.

Gu Yang used the power this Demon Venerable had accumulated for tens of millions of years to reforge an indestructible cage of despair for it!

"No! You bastard! You will die a horrible death ahhhhh—"

From deep underground, the Sword Demon's voice was filled with endless fear and despair.

It could clearly feel that the sealing nail, which had originally loosened, was now growing frantically in all directions in an extremely violent posture.

Chains like black horned dragons pierced into the depths of its demon soul with extreme cruelty.

Pinning its massive, mountain-like body firmly in this eternal Avici Hell.

The voice grew weaker and weaker.

Finally, as the broken sword completely transformed into a sky-reaching black pillar, the last bit of gap at the bottom of the giant crater was perfectly sealed.

The terrifying pressure of the entire Shattered Star Sword Domain vanished into nothingness in this instant.

Dead silence.

A suffocating dead silence.

"Rip."

It sounded extremely harsh on the empty altar.

Losing the support of those strong, powerful hands, the peerless beautiful bodies of Ji Shuanghua and Su Lingyan.

Collapsed weakly onto the cold, hard glazed stone slabs like two puddles of mud completely stripped of their skeletons.

The two panted heavily.

The thrilling curves of their chests heaved frantically under the tattered fabric, and cold sweat plastered their hair firmly to their cheeks.

The huge sense of loss within their bodies.

Caused their long, straight legs to twitch and spasm uncontrollably.

That was the body's instinctive protest and craving after extreme emptiness.

Gu Yang stood up straight.

He casually patted that coarse gray linen garment.

It wasn't stained with a single drop of blood, nor did it have a single extra crease.

As if the world-shocking feat of tearing apart a Heaven-Tier sword array barehanded and stripping the skin and bones to refine an ancient Demon Venerable was just him casually crushing an insignificant bug on his way out.

The seventh-layer Dao Platform flowed within his sea of consciousness.

The core array eye of Broken Sword Mountain was reinforced, and the crisis of the secret realm's collapse was resolved.

As the ten-thousand-foot broken sword completely turned into a dead black cage, the entire meteorite crater fell into a pin-drop silence.

The thick, suffocating smell of rust in the air was burned away inch by inch by an extremely pure, overbearing Desolate Ancient Yang Fire aura.