The Emperor's Son had fallen.
The world's core providence was forcibly stripped away.
At this moment.
The entire firmament of the Upper Realm experienced its most violent tremor in history.
The Heavenly Dao was furious.
This was no metaphor.
As the collective will of providence and laws in this region, the Heavenly Dao reacted in the most direct, almost emotional manner the instant it sensed the core providence changing hands.
Rumble—!!!
High above the vault of heaven, the originally clear sky was instantly swallowed by a profound, suffocating pitch-black.
These were no ordinary thunderclouds.
This was a world-destroying lightning tribulation, condensed from the very will of the Heavenly Dao!
The sky above the entire ancient battlefield was dyed pure black.
The essence of the tribulation rolled within the clouds. There was no blinding flash of lightning, only a crushing heaviness that could collapse everything.
Every entity within its coverage.
Whether it was the two righteous path elders slumped on the ground, or the birds and beasts thousands of miles away.
The instant they felt this aura, they were all directly suppressed to the ground, unable to move a muscle.
This was the Heavenly Dao's punishment.
It aimed to thoroughly erase this anomaly who dared to steal the world's core, wiping him out from the very level of karma and causality.
Shen Fei stood upon the ruins of the ancient battlefield.
He had just broken through to the Void Refinement stage. The world's core providence was still surging through his meridians, not yet fully digested.
He looked up.
He watched that pitch-black Heavenly Dao tribulation slowly press down toward him with the weight of Mount Tai.
That sense of absolute suppression turned the surrounding air into a solid.
Flee?
In this world, where could you possibly flee? The will of the Heavenly Dao was omnipresent.
Shen Fei did not move.
He felt the vast, ocean-like power within his body.
Then.
He made a decision.
He activated the Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Art.
He didn't just circulate a specific skill; rather, he spurred the most fundamental core logic of this cultivation technique.
From the first time he realized the existence of this technique in the mortal realm.
To devouring martial arts true qi and the origins of mutant abilities.
And then to devouring immortal cultivation spiritual energy and the remnants of laws in the Upper Realm.
He had even devoured the world's core providence.
He had never seen anything that this technique truly could not devour.
Heavenly Dao lightning tribulation.
Shen Fei looked at the pitch-black sky above his head.
I wonder how it tastes.
Shen Fei bent his knees slightly.
Boom!
The ground beneath his feet instantly exploded into a massive crater.
Shen Fei shot up like a meteor flying in reverse.
Launching off the ground!
He charged straight up, facing the world-destroying tribulation that represented the will of the Heavenly Dao!
The charge was by no means smooth sailing.
The power of the tribulation exploded madly against his body.
Bolt after bolt.
Each strike contained high-dimensional laws capable of destroying the world.
Under attacks of this magnitude, his Heavenly Demon Body was sustaining genuine damage.
Shen Fei's skin continuously split open under the lightning strikes, blood gushing out.
But immediately after, the terrifying self-healing ability of the SSS-rank Heavenly Demon Body rapidly mended the wounds.
Tearing, healing.
Tearing again, healing again.
Enduring the pain of a thousand cuts, Shen Fei did not retreat a single inch.
He plunged into the thickest part of the pitch-black thunderclouds.
Devour.
In the center of the thundercloud, Shen Fei spread his arms wide.
An abyss-like suction force expanded madly outward from his body!
Upon contacting the condensed essence of the Heavenly Dao's will.
An unprecedented tug-of-war began.
The Heavenly Dao tried to crush Shen Fei with the lightning tribulation.
And Shen Fei tried to drag the Heavenly Dao's essence into his dantian using the Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Art.
The two forces deadlocked in mid-air.
The surrounding space continuously collapsed and reformed in this tug-of-war.
This tug-of-war lasted for the time it takes an incense stick to burn.
Shen Fei was bathed in blood, his black trench coat torn to shreds.
But his eyes grew brighter and brighter.
Because.
The abyss had won.
Hiss—
An extremely muffled sucking sound echoed.
That tribulation essence, condensed from the Heavenly Dao's will, could finally no longer withstand the terrifying pull of the Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Art.
Its defenses collapsed.
It transformed into a torrent of pure black energy and was swallowed whole into Shen Fei's stomach!
The instant the tribulation essence was devoured.
The pitch-blackness of the firmament was like a rag torn through from the inside.
From the center outward, it shattered with a boom!
It scattered into countless black fragments, ultimately dissipating high in the sky.
The sky turned blue once again.
Or rather, it was not just blue.
It was a color Shen Fei had never seen before.
Higher, deeper.
Carrying an indescribable sense of vast emptiness.
It was as if some kind of lid that had always been pressing down on the top of this world had been completely lifted.
The sky over the entire region seemed to exhale a long breath.
Shen Fei fell from the sky.
He landed steadily on the ruins of the ancient battlefield.
Beneath his feet were the broken stones scattered across the battlefield and the remains of those fallen geniuses.
There was no one around.
Those two righteous path elders had long been turned to ash under the pressure of the Heavenly Dao's tribulation.
The wind blew past.
It swept up the thin layer of bone ash, then let it fall.
Shen Fei stood in the wind.
In his mind.
The system did not emit a piercing notification sound.
It just quietly displayed a line of text on its panel:
[Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Art has broken through to its ultimate form: Dao Devourer.]
[In this realm, the host is both Demon and Dao.]
Shen Fei looked at this line of text.
He closed the system panel.
He raised his head, his gaze crossing over the ancient battlefield.
Looking toward the deepest part of this region.
In the vision of the Eye of Providence.
He saw those seven pillars of providence light still standing in the distance.
He saw the unharvested, more deeply hidden Children of Providence represented behind those pillars of light.
And even further away.
The depths of the Upper Realm.
Countless regions he had yet to set foot in, countless secrets he did not yet know.
Shen Fei lowered his head.
He raised a hand and adjusted the collar of his ruined trench coat.
Flicking the dust off of it.
There was no howling at the sky.
There was no celebration of victory.
He simply took a step forward.
Treading over the ruined earth.
And continued walking on.
This was just the beginning of the next stretch of the road.
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