Ye Chen's eyes flashed with a cold light, his entire body enveloped in a dark flame as he shot toward the sky. The blade, originally clear as autumn water, was instantly wreathed in surging demonic energy, transforming it into what seemed like a world-destroying demonic saber exuding potent killing intent!

Boom!

The Dao Yan slammed down.

Ye Chen roared toward the heavens, the black flames covering his body surging upward to meet the pitch-black Dao Yan, neither yielding as they devoured each other!

"Hmm?" Ye Chen frowned. He realized his black flames were no match for this Dao's Dao Yan; they were gradually being consumed.

With a cold snort, Ye Chen soared upward against the heavens, resembling a sharp streak of white light that pierced through the entirety of heaven and earth, savagely cleaving into the body of Da Dao.

"Grow!"

Ye Chen's body expanded millions of times, transforming into a colossal blade that propped up the sky, hacking down fiercely onto Da Dao. Instantly, the scales on its chest shattered, plunging deep into the flesh. Brilliant golden blood streamed out from Da Dao's interior, coating the entire length of the saber.

Suffering a grievous wound, Da Dao let out a miserable howl and was flung backward, stirring the surrounding atmosphere into a hurricane that nearly toppled the steel ramparts.

With Da Dao's control lost, the power of the Dao Yan immediately weakened. Ye Chen surged forward, enveloped in black flames, and plunged headfirst into the Dao Yan, commencing a ferocious consumption.

In moments, the entire expanse of Dao Yan, spanning hundreds of thousands of miles, was devoured into Ye Chen's body, furiously compressed, and merged into his inherent black flames.

After fusing with the Dao Yan, his black flames underwent a tremendous transformation. The temperature became so fierce that even Ye Chen frowned. He had no doubt that even with his own body, under the scorching of these flames, signs of melting would appear within a million years!

He twisted his body, transforming from a blade back into human form.

Pfft!

Ye Chen held up his palm. A profound black flame materialized in his palm, its intense heat causing the surrounding air to writhe.

"Bastard!" Da Dao roared, turning instantly to flee.

The moment it saw the black flame in Ye Chen's hand, its heart trembled. The power of this black flame was in no way inferior to its own Dao Yan, and combined with Ye Chen's innate sharpness, killing it would not be difficult!

Cursing inwardly, Da Dao beat its wings, its body traversing more than half the Ancient World.

"You won't get away." Ye Chen’s gaze turned cold, his figure flashing as he instantly teleported to the boundary of the Ancient Continent. "This entire world recognizes me; I can reach any location in an instant!"

Vmm~~

The sound of a blade resonated. Ye Chen's body transformed into a razor-sharp divine saber, rocketing toward Da Dao's chest!

Fear flashed in Da Dao's eyes. It let out a shriek and accelerated, fleeing forward desperately. Its scales instantly stood on end, like sharp needles.

Thwack!

The tip of the saber struck precisely where Da Dao's heart should be.

Just as the blade tip pierced through the scales, ready to penetrate, it suddenly stopped, unable to move any further.

"Unseen for ten thousand ages, you are still this sharp." A soft sigh drifted down from the heavens, echoing quietly throughout the entire world. In an instant, the previously boisterous world fell silent; even the howling hurricane softened and grew gentle.

The voice was filled with warmth and stability, possessing an extremely magnetic charm typical of a man, carrying the aura of an emperor—as if whatever he said was enough to make anyone believe him!

On the hilt of the saber, a massive hand appeared, huge like those of the Ancient God Clan, yet its skin was not rough but smooth and fine, like it had been bathed in milk—milky white and silken.

Ye Chen's heart shook. He instantly reverted to his human form, his body shrinking millions of times, looking up to see a giant hand slowly diminishing before him. Out of the clouds and mist behind the colossal hand, a youth of magnificent stature, with broad shoulders and a handsome face adorned with eyes as deep and bright as stars, slowly walked forth, his expression carrying a gentle smile.

Upon seeing this youth, Da Dao instantly cheered and shrunk millions of times, returning to its initial size, floating toward the youth’s feet.

"Master, you've finally arrived. This broken saber is stronger than in the ages past; even I am no match for him," Da Dao said smugly, looking at Ye Chen while ingratiating itself with the youth.

The youth smiled, gently stroking the scales atop Da Dao's head, and looked up at Ye Chen. "Where is the Ancient War Venerable? How could he bear to let his treasure out alone? Isn't he afraid I'll destroy it again?"

Ye Chen looked at him coldly. "The moment you appear in the Ancient World, he should sense it."

The youth smiled and addressed the empty air. "Old friend, if you don't show yourself soon, I might just start acting."

As the words fell, the air violently twisted. Then, the figure of the Ancient War Venerable drifted out from within. Clad in brilliant golden armor, his body was majestic and upright, his handsome face bearing a sun-like smile, as if he had truly met an old friend. "You have finally come out. I’ve waited quite a long time for you!"

"After so many years, you still haven't changed," the youth said with a smile. "Still smiling in a way that’s nauseating."

The Ancient War Venerable gave a slight smile. "I concede defeat to you in terms of verbal sparring. Back when we fought, without Da Dao's help, we both ended up gravely wounded. I was near death and sealed myself away, allowing the great fundamental powers within my body to break free and enter the twelve split continents. As for you, your heart was ripped out, your body destroyed, and you lay dormant for countless ages. I knew you wouldn't truly die, but this time, the ending won't be the same."

This youth was naturally the Ancient God. His expression was composed. "The ending certainly won't be the same. This time, it will be very hard for you to survive; you might even die."

The Ancient War Venerable chuckled. "Then let me see if your abilities have improved."

"Before we begin, you should gather back the fundamental powers you split across the twelve continents. Otherwise, you might die even more miserably," the Ancient God said, standing casually atop Da Dao's head with his hands clasped behind his back.

The Ancient War Venerable smiled faintly and raised one hand.

Rumble~~

The void space above their heads slowly cracked and separated. From the vast starry expanse, a gigantic black hole could be vaguely perceived, out of which twelve immense spatial realms emerged.

With the eyesight of Ye Chen and the others, they could almost discern the appearance of these twelve realms: the Ghost Realm, the Demigod Realm, the Pseudo-God Realm, the Spirit Realm, the Chaos Realm, the Time Realm, the Heart Realm, and another vast continent. Some were primarily based on magic, where everyone existed in a primitive state, cultivating as mages.

Others focused on martial arts, with numerous warriors and War Gods flying and battling in the sky.

Still others were centered on technology, filled with various spaceships and planetary warfare.

The Earth where Ye Chen resided was a world based on technology.

Typically, technology is considered advanced, but in the true process of world advancement, technology is the most backward.

Worlds dominated by mages or martial artists not only nurtured rich energy capable of improving the human body, but more importantly, the technological power within them had already reached an unimaginably high level.

Although they couldn't manufacture laser cannons, they had unlocked the potential of the human body through various methods to its maximum extent, enabling them to fly and burrow underground!

Humans being able to fly and tunnel through the earth is like a myth on Earth, but in those worlds, it was reality.

Ye Chen knew that even if Earth developed for a few hundred more years, it would gradually enter such an era, where humanity would abandon technological weaponry and instead use **!

The brain would be expanded, spiritual power unleashed, controlling superpowers!

This was a major leap forward for Earth's future!

At this moment, all these worlds, including Earth, were being slowly pulled over like phantoms from that collapsing space. From each world, an almost illusory cluster of energy floated out, like spirits, infusing into the Ancient War Venerable's body.

"Whoosh" "Whoosh" "Whoosh"

The final cluster of energy drifted from the Great Dark World. As it merged into the Ancient War Venerable’s body, his entire frame erupted with a potent and dense aura.

Opening his eyes, the Ancient War Venerable was enveloped in a terrifyingly dominant presence, his gaze like lightning. He spoke in a low voice, "Little Saber!"

Ye Chen’s figure shifted, transforming into a Heaven-Piercing War Saber, which settled into his hand.

Holding the war saber, the Ancient War Venerable seemed to transform into a primeval War God. His body, as solid as steel, erupted with an incomparably mighty aura, gazing down upon the Ancient God with disdain.

The Ancient God’s expression grew slightly serious, and a mysterious engraved pattern appeared on his forehead, emitting a dense light. His entire body exuded an ancient, weathered aura.

"Ancient God Ancestral Mark, First Realm!"

The engraving on the Ancient God's forehead blazed as brightly as a crimson sun, and a dense aura burst forth from his body. He thrust out a palm fiercely, and the surrounding void seemed to transform into a cloud-like hand, roaring ferociously toward the Ancient War Venerable.

The Ancient War Venerable remained composed, casually flicking his hand. Saber energy tore through the air, shredding the cloud-hand. Just then, the Ancient God's body shot forward. His palm was shrouded in a crimson glow, appearing as hard as steel, as he lunged to grasp the war saber in the Ancient War Venerable's hand.

A flash of saber light sliced across his hand.

Clang!

A sharp, metallic collision echoed, yet the Ancient God's hand did not retreat, continuing its trajectory toward the Ancient War Venerable’s throat.

"Of all weapons, the fist is king!" A ruthless look crossed the Ancient God's face. His palm left a trail of afterimages, causing time in the void to distort.

The Ancient War Venerable shifted several times but failed to evade the hand, which swept across his neck, tearing away a strip of flesh and blood.

The Ancient God delicately popped the torn flesh into his mouth, chewed a few times, and chuckled softly. "Still tastes disgusting."

The Ancient War Venerable’s face darkened, and countless fine etchings appeared on his armor, radiating infinite light.

"Light of Civilization," the Ancient War Venerable slightly raised his head, staring coldly at the Ancient God, a sneer curling his lip. His body shot forward rapidly, completely abandoning defense. The war saber in his hand morphed into various shapes, hacking viciously and unpredictably at the Ancient God.

At their level of attainment, facing those of the same realm, any divine abilities or laws had lost their meaning. The battle reverted to something simple and ordinary. It was like two martial arts masters, without needing to exchange full blows, could determine each other's foundation and the outcome of the fight with just a few light touches of their two deadwood branches.

Those who had not reached this realm could never truly grasp this kind of return-to-simplicity state of being.