"Senior Dong Huang, what are you doing? If you need a physical body, I can find one for you right now!" Seeing Dong Huang Tai Yi suddenly transform into a colossal firebird, thousands of zhang long, whose wings could nearly blot out the heavens, Ye Jingyu's expression shifted dramatically.

"Hahaha, between Heaven and Earth, who could compare to your Chaos Body? Even if it's an immature Chaos Body, it is absolutely the optimal physique. Back then, he used a Chaos Body to carve out the Void and create Heaven and Earth, achieving a realm that even we find hard to reach. As long as I possess this body, I too can attain that same level. How could I not be tempted?" Dong Huang Tai Yi's majestic voice rang out, and his enormous form lunged toward Ye Jingyu, opening his vast maw to swallow him whole.

Just as he was about to completely devour Ye Jingyu's spiritual essence, a mighty shout erupted from Ye Jingyu's lips: "Since there is no room for parley, then you shall die!" The moment the words fell, the hand seal he had been holding suddenly changed; his right fingers pointed directly outward, and a colossal bolt of lightning, hundreds of miles wide, thundered down from the sky, slamming fiercely into Dong Huang Tai Yi's massive body...

"Ah... Seven-Colored Divine Thunder! You... How can you possess the Seven-Colored Divine Thunder?" Dong Huang Tai Yi’s colossal form was instantly shattered into fragments, streams of fire spraying downward, while his voice, thick with unwillingness, echoed throughout Ye Jingyu’s sea of consciousness...

"Heh heh, I treated you respectfully because you are a senior, but you, you ungrateful wretch, actually dared to covet my body. That simply will not do, will it?" Ye Jingyu chuckled, his other hand beginning to weave various intricate hand seals.

"Little brat, I underestimated you. But do you truly believe a mere bolt of Seven-Colored Divine Thunder can obliterate my true spirit?" Dong Huang Tai Yi's majestic voice persisted, and the boundless flames gradually began to coalesce into a humanoid form...

"Heh heh. If one bolt of Seven-Colored Divine Thunder can't finish you, then how about a Starfall Taboo?" Ye Jingyu grinned wickedly, flicking one finger outward. Another streak of silver starlight shot out from the Void, striking fiercely at Dong Huang Tai Yi’s nearly formed figure.

"Ah..." Dong Huang Tai Yi let out another shriek, and his body, which had been starting to solidify, blurred once more.

"You need to remember, this is my sea of consciousness. No matter how mighty you were in the past, right now you are nothing more than a wisp of true spirit. If I can’t even eliminate a wisp of your true spirit, then what's the point of me living!" Ye Jingyu roared with laughter. With this surge of lightning and starlight, two massive Golden Cores now appeared in the sky above the sea of consciousness: one pulsed with seven-colored radiance, surrounded by crackling lightning—the Thunder Core—and the other was a silver-white star, much like a sun, emitting blinding light.

In addition, seven mists of different colors had appeared. The red mist, representing fire, was the densest, seeming almost ready to fully coalesce, followed by the blue mist representing the power of water.

The other clusters of mist were quite thin, appearing as if they might dissipate at any moment.

This was the Golden Core state formed by the nine acupoints of Ye Jingyu. Before condensing these Cores, he was incapable of utilizing these powers of different attributes, but here in his sea of consciousness, he could wield them without reservation—the only drawback being that using them diminished their supply.

However, facing someone as formidable as Dong Huang Tai Yi now, Ye Jingyu could afford no restraint. He unleashed the power of thunder and starlight repeatedly, battering the true spirit until it was utterly disoriented, seemingly on the verge of complete dissipation.

Dong Huang Tai Yi’s screams of agony continually echoed within the sea of consciousness. It was tragic; once the Demon Emperor, and originally the Heavenly Emperor of the Celestial Court, the ruler of the Three Realms, yet he had perished in that great calamity. This remaining trace of true spirit possessed less than one hundred-millionth of his original power, and after being ambushed by Ye Jingyu’s Seven-Colored Divine Thunder, more than half of it was already gone.

Now, struck down by Ye Jingyu, he was utterly defenseless. Yet, he was the Primordial Demon Emperor; even a mere wisp of true spirit was immensely potent. Despite Ye Jingyu employing every tactic at his disposal, he could only severely wound the spirit, making total annihilation a formidable task.

At this moment, even within his own sea of consciousness, Ye Jingyu felt a profound weariness. Watching Dong Huang Tai Yi begin to reassemble his form, Ye Jingyu steeled his resolve...

He pointed a single finger toward the Void, and the blue mist began to spin incessantly, swiftly transforming into a beam of blue light that shot straight toward Dong Huang Tai Yi.

This was the totality of water power Ye Jingyu had accumulated, both from absorbing that Flood Dragon and from his cultivation up to this point. Now, facing Dong Huang Tai Yi, he could no longer afford to hoard it.

Dong Huang Tai Yi had just revealed his true form: a firebird even more terrifying than the Golden Crow. Since it was fire, water was the natural countermeasure.

The power of thunder and starlight had only gravely wounded him. Now, this massive torrent of water power poured down violently. From afar, it resembled the celestial river descending upon the mortal world. The immense pressure directly pulverized Dong Huang Tai Yi’s true spirit, completely submerging it—like a single ember falling into the vast ocean...

"I am not resigned! I am not resigned!" Dong Huang Tai Yi's voice, laced with utter refusal, resonated through the sea of consciousness. It was understandable; after waiting tens of thousands of years to reconstruct his true body, his seal was prematurely broken, and now he was being utterly annihilated by a mere youth who hadn't even reached the Celestial Immortal realm. How could he accept this fate?

Celestial Immortals were akin to the current Martial Venerables and Divine Immortals; they had barely attained that Celestial Immortal realm. In Dong Huang Tai Yi's eyes, the Celestial Immortals of the Ancient Era were little more than ants.

A surge of immense resentment rose from Dong Huang Tai Yi's final vestiges of consciousness, threatening to escape Ye Jingyu’s sea of consciousness.

"You fellow, dead is dead; why hold onto such heavy resentment? Go..." Seeing the knot of resentment about to flee the sea of consciousness, Ye Jingyu pointed a single finger. A flash of seven-colored light shot out from the Thunder Golden Core—it was the Celestial Venerable Blade, which had been quietly nurtured within the lightning, strengthening its essence.

"Swish..." The Celestial Venerable Blade sliced the resentment into dust. Streaks of lightning flashed, completely absorbing the remnants.

The Celestial Venerable Blade had slain countless beings, already carrying heavy malice of its own. This massive influx of resentment served merely as the finest nourishment. Instantly, the Blade blazed brightly, appearing as though a satiated diner had let out a mighty, satisfied belch...