Soon, Ye Jingyu's body had grown to the size of a small mountain, but before anyone could blink, it expanded further to tens of thousands of zhang, then millions, then tens of millions of zhang, finally becoming a giant whose peak could not be seen at a glance.

Indeed, a true giant. From the perspective of Luo Ruofeng and the others, they could only see his waist, as everything above his waist was completely shrouded by the clouds. One of his legs was longer, thicker, and larger than the sky-reaching Jianmu tree, and even a single one of his toes was several times larger than an average great mountain.

Let alone men; even the colossal dragon that once encircled the Nine Provinces would appear like a small earthworm in comparison to him.

His body was simply too vast, truly like the legendary Pangu Holy Emperor, with his feet planted on the earth and his head touching the azure heavens.

There was no need to display or exert any power; merely the existence of this body exerted an irresistible pressure. Never mind the others, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, upon sensing this titanic form, found their bodies involuntarily dropping to their knees in supplication.

Tears of excitement streamed from their eyes; it was truly as if they witnessed the reappearance of the Pangu Holy Emperor... As for Luo Ruofeng, including Jiu Feng and the others, their faces were etched with shock. They truly had not anticipated Ye Jingyu's body growing so immense; any notion of a ten-thousand-zhang body was utterly insignificant, smaller than an ant, compared to this divine form.

Even Yao Yao, who knew Ye Jingyu’s cultivation had advanced greatly, never imagined the divine ability he had comprehended would manifest in such a manner.

Big—truly colossal... The Heaven-Seizing Pearl, which had already transformed into the size of a star, now looked like a tennis ball in his hand, grasped effortlessly by one of his palms.

Guangchengzi’s expression also changed drastically. At their level, flesh could generally be made large or small at will, yet no one—not even his master, the Primordial Heavenly Venerable—could expand their physical form to such a tremendous size.

Without a moment for thought or inquiry, Guangchengzi turned and fled, covering a thousand li in a single step... "This Venerable said you cannot escape!" Ye Jingyu boomed with laughter, squeezing the hand holding the Heaven-Seizing Pearl. The Heaven-Seizing Pearl, an artifact on par with the Eastern Emperor Bell, was crushed to dust between his fingers—no divine technique, no energy flare, just the purest form of strength.

This was the Dao of the Pangu Holy Emperor: power, the ultimate power... One force conquering all techniques...

Everyone expected that an artifact like the Heaven-Seizing Pearl, destroyed so violently, would certainly detonate, but the surging, violent energy that burst forth was entirely absorbed into the palm of Ye Jingyu's right hand, not a single trace of escaped energy.

All the essence and energy contained within the Heaven-Seizing Pearl were absorbed, wasted in nothing.

By this time, Guangchengzi had taken several more strides, already tens of thousands of li away, yet Ye Jingyu showed no intention of pursuing, merely letting his right palm continue to absorb the turbulent energy.

The energy contained within the Heaven-Seizing Pearl was many times greater than that of the Haotian Pearl. He seemed in no hurry at all...

At this moment, a blade of pitch-black iron slowly materialized in his palm—it was the Heavenly Venerable Blade. All the energy and materials he had just absorbed were used to refine this very blade.

As soon as the blade took shape, a piercing sword aura shot forth, tearing through the void and soaring straight into the heavens—an aura of absolute invincibility.

Gazing at the formed Heavenly Venerable Blade, Ye Jingyu gently shook his head. Though the Heaven-Seizing Pearl was comparable in rank to divine artifacts like the Eastern Emperor Bell, even artifacts of the same rank had gradations of strength. Furthermore, the Pearl was forged in the later ages; while its might might reach that of divine artifacts, its material composition ultimately fell short of those innate divine artifacts, which was why Ye Jingyu could crush it so easily.

The Heavenly Venerable Blade still had a long path of evolution ahead if it was to become the ideal weapon, the foremost divine artifact of the Three Realms.

He glanced at Guangchengzi, who had fled tens of thousands of li, and a mocking smile spread across Ye Jingyu's face, the look of a powerful cat regarding a newly born mouse.

"Guangchengzi, this Venerable said killing you requires three moves. The first move: shatter; the second move: absorb; the third move: annihilate..." Ye Jingyu's voice echoed throughout the entire Celestial Realm, heard even by Liang Xiaoke, who was locked in battle with Nezha.

Xuanyuan Jing, Li Jing, Nezha, and the others were frozen by the sound. Following the direction of the voice, they beheld a body impossibly vast.

And after uttering these words, Ye Jingyu tightly gripped the newly formed Heavenly Venerable Blade and brought it down in a single strike toward the direction Guangchengzi had fled... Heaven-Cleaving Slash...

The Heavenly Venerable Blade, at this moment, was equally colossal; if stood upright, it would tower higher than the tallest peak in the Celestial Realm.

When this strike was unleashed, everyone—whether Luo Ruofeng and his group, the fighting Liang Xiaoke, or Xuanyuan Jing and the others, even the Earth Store King far away in the Earth Alliance—felt as if the very fabric of space and time had halted its rotation.

And that streak of black blade light, like a shooting star in the night, truly sliced through the entirety of the sky.

Under that single slash, the space of the Celestial Realm cracked open, revealing a massive black rift, exactly as if the legendary Pangu Holy Emperor were cleaving the heavens and the earth apart... like a painting torn in two.

Guangchengzi had fled tens of thousands of li, but as the strike descended, he felt an overwhelming pressure descend upon him. He didn't bother trying to evade the attack; instead, he threw out his magical treasures without regard for cost.

The Luo Po Bell, the Male and Female Twin Swords, the Heaven and Earth Shattering Void Pagoda—every treasure he possessed or had refined over the years was flung out recklessly. His Purple-Gold Robe emitted streaks of purple light, attempting to block the terrifying slash.

But those immensely powerful treasures were split and shattered by this single blow as if they were mere toys. All their spiritual essence and energy became the finest nourishment for the Heavenly Venerable Blade. As for the Purple-Gold Robe, which must have cost him countless years of refinement, it tore apart like paper under the strike, immediately followed by his physical body.

The terrifying blade aura completely enveloped him. His flesh, along with his soul, was shredded into dust by the aura. He did not even manage a single scream before being utterly reduced to ash.

In the sky, the long black fissure remained, but everything pertaining to Guangchengzi was completely wiped away by that single strike.

Not a single trace remained.

Guangchengzi, the leader of the Twelve Golden Immortals, had thus perished... Everyone was stunned—friends and foes alike were deeply shocked by this single sword stroke. Guangchengzi had fled so far, yet was still obliterated in one blow. This... this was too overwhelmingly powerful! How could they possibly resist such terror? Seeing Ye Jingyu’s body towering countless tens of thousands of zhang high, Xuanyuan Jing, Li Jing, and the others understood that staying meant certain death. They swiftly turned and fled.

As long as the green hills remained, there would be wood to burn—this was the most direct thought in their minds. If even Guangchengzi could not withstand a single strike, what hope did they have?

Nezha, grappling with Liang Xiaoke, also felt a profound shock. The impact of that strike was too immense. Despite his confidence in his own cultivation, he certainly held no assurance that he could withstand such an attack.

The Heaven-Cleaving Slash—that was a blow that split heaven and earth!

He could no longer afford to fight Liang Xiaoke. His Wind Fire Wheels spun furiously beneath his feet as he turned to flee backward.

"You come when you please and leave when you wish? Do you take this place for your backyard?" Seeing Nezha turn to flee, Liang Xiaoke snorted in anger and immediately summoned the Immortal Slaying Array Diagram, setting up the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation to engulf Nezha.

His brother had suddenly become so powerful; it would be a disservice to himself if he didn't seize this opportunity to kill Nezha.

Seeing Liang Xiaoke deploying the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation again, Nezha dared not hold back. He flipped his wrist, and the Pangu Banner appeared in his hand... He was about to fully channel the Pangu Banner's might to break the formation when he heard Ye Jingyu’s resounding voice.

"Hand it over..." The two simple words echoed in Nezha's ears. Immediately, he saw a giant hand pierce straight through the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation, reaching above his head. With a gentle tap, the power summoned by the Pangu Banner was instantly smashed to pieces. The immense recoil force stunned him until his head spun, nearly causing him to tumble from the Wind Fire Wheels. When he recovered, the Pangu Banner was gone from his grasp.

At that instant, the Immortal Slaying Sword, the Absolute Immortal Sword, the Slaughtering Immortal Sword, and the Trapping Immortal Sword shot toward Nezha simultaneously from four directions, accompanied by tens of thousands of sword qi surging toward him. Witnessing this, despair filled Nezha’s eyes... How could he possibly break the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation with his own strength alone?

In an instant, the four immortal swords pierced his body. Four jets of blood sprayed out simultaneously, and his form was utterly shredded by the tens of millions of sword qi, completely turning to ashes... The Great God of the Three Altars, Nezha, had thus perished...

At this moment, Ye Jingyu in the sky crushed the Pangu Banner between his fingers. The restrictions set by the Primordial Heavenly Venerable within it were like mere strands of hair, easily plucked away. The materials and contained energy of the Pangu Banner itself became the finest supplement for the Heavenly Venerable Blade...

Having devoured the Pangu Banner, the Heavenly Venerable Blade hummed, and its pitch-black body grew brighter, as if a youth announcing his coming of age to his elders.