The beam descended, obliterating all.
The sea of blood instantly vaporized, turning into nothingness, utterly annihilated.
This entire star domain vanished, leaving nothing behind.
That Eternal was far too powerful; even across an immeasurable distance, a single glance could annihilate everything.
"Has Mr. Ji... fallen?"
Many couldn't bear it and wept openly, covering their faces.
Especially the female disciples of the Feng Hua Xue Yue Sect, tears streamed down their faces, almost forming rivers.
The Void Sword Sect was plunged into mourning, disciples crying out "Ancestor Master," their hearts pierced, tears falling like rain.
However, their tears soon turned to smiles, their sorrow to joy.
In that star domain, the Great Dao surged, chains of法则 (fǎzé - laws/principles) danced, and a crystal-clear drop of blood appeared faintly.
The blood drop burned, transforming into a furnace of life, and Ji Mo's figure emerged.
It was truly a case of "a village appearing after passing through dark woods and blooming flowers."
What was an insurmountable hidden danger had unexpectedly become a lifeline, allowing Ji Mo to escape certain death.
Ji Mo's face was pale, his condition dire. His body and soul had been thoroughly infiltrated by the Netherworld Blood Sea, and dense dark patterns appeared on his skin; he was being corrupted.
Furthermore, due to the use of this life-saving technique, his blood was nearly depleted, leaving him completely exhausted.
Ji Mo's vision darkened, his body staggered, no longer possessing enough energy to float in the void, and he began to fall.
"Am I going to die? I haven't even gone back to see Sister Bao'er yet."
Ji Mo felt unwilling.
Whether he was completely consumed by the Netherworld Blood Sea or attacked again by the Eternal being, his fate was sealed – certain death.
He did not fear death, but he had a lingering desire, a wish to see the person he constantly thought about.
"The Great Dao has fifty principles, Heaven's evolution has forty-nine; one is omitted, that is the variable. It is you, the variable that has leaped beyond the Five Elements, a minor hidden danger. Today, you shall be thoroughly eradicated."
His eyes bloomed with an enchanting radiance, deciphering heavenly secrets and piercing through Ji Mo's true nature.
No wonder he could withstand two attacks; it was all because of this.
However, an unformed variable was nothing; it could be casually erased.
That eye suddenly opened, its brilliant light instantly illuminating that part of the universe.
Then.
A vast beam of light struck again.
The starry sky rippled, the Milky Way inverted, the Great Dao roared, and endless laws intertwined, shattering time and space.
Where the gaze fell, everything turned to chaos.
*Clang...*
In the Immortal Spirit Realm, a world-shattering sword cry resounded.
Immediately after.
A golden虹光 (hóng guāng - rainbow light) shattered the void and flew towards Ji Mo.
It was an ancient, majestic sword.
Its entire body was a profound yellow, one side of the blade etched with mountains and rivers, the other with the sun, moon, and stars.
The hilt was even carved with techniques for agriculture and animal husbandry, and strategies for unifying the four seas.
"Xuanyuan, this is the Xuanyuan Sword!"
Ji Mo's scattered pupils regained a dazzling brilliance, and he couldn't help but exclaim, "Brother Kongxu, is that you? Are you really not dead?"
The Xuanyuan Sword was an artifact of the Great Immortal Kongxu.
After the Great Immortal Kongxu's demise, the Xuanyuan Sword had vanished without a trace.
Now, with Xuanyuan's appearance, did it mean that Great Immortal Kongxu was not dead and had come to save his little brother Ji Mo at this critical juncture?
Xuanyuan floated before Ji Mo, emitting a scorching radiance.
Within it, a tall, slender figure, clad in snow-white robes and possessing a jade-like countenance, could be faintly seen.
Ji Mo's eyes welled up with tears, but soon his expression turned desolate and filled with immense sadness.
This was not the Great Immortal Kongxu, but a wisp of his remnant soul left within the Xuanyuan Sword, or more accurately, a trace of his obsession.
Perhaps it was due to the sorrow of dying before achieving his ambitions, being ambushed and killed, unable to fight against the source of darkness, that he harbored lingering resentment and left behind this obsession.
Now, with the Eternal being making a move and Ji Mo on the brink of death, the obsession of Great Immortal Kongxu sensed it and drove the Xuanyuan Sword to come.
Ji Mo met the gaze of Kongxu's phantom and instantly understood the obsession.
"Alright, let's join forces, my brother, and fight this final battle of our lives."
Ji Mo grabbed the Xuanyuan Sword, raised it high, and pointed it at the eye.
He was filled with heroic spirit, the blood of Yanhuang within him reignited, brimming with fighting spirit.
Man dies like a bird facing the sky; if he doesn't die, he lives for ten thousand years. Let's go for it!
The Xuanyuan Sword hummed, as if Great Immortal Kongxu was responding.
Kongxu and Ji Mo seemed to transcend time and space, fighting side by side.
As the Xuanyuan Sword entered his grasp, a powerful, strange energy surged into Ji Mo's body.
This was the power of faith.
The Xuanyuan Sword, also known as the Xuanyuan Xia Yu Sword, was the Sword of the Sage, gathering the faith of all people in the world towards light.
At this moment.
A white light flashed and merged into Ji Mo's body.
The System returned, joining the fray, choosing to live and die with Ji Mo.
The System was the Jade Plate of Creation, the vessel of the Great Dao. While its offensive and defensive capabilities were lacking, it was excellent for support.
One by one, chains of order lit up on Ji Mo's body, encircling him.
Behind him, Yin and Yang energies flowed, and the Bagua diagram appeared.
The System, disregarding all consequences, frantically consumed itself, using all its means to empower Ji Mo.
With reluctance, Ji Mo glanced back at the Immortal Spirit Realm.
Family, friends, students, and beloved pets, there was no time to say goodbye.
To avoid affecting the Immortal Spirit Realm, Ji Mo transformed into a meteor and charged resolutely towards the incoming beam of light.
He enacted the Zhuxian Sword Array, unleashing a vast sword aura with his void sword intent, like a moth flying into a flame to meet the challenge.
"How can the light of a firefly contend with the radiance of the moon? Vanish completely."
A cold, emotionless voice echoed, its terrifying aura sweeping across the great universes.
The beam, laden with infinite runes and the power of world destruction, poured down like the Milky Way.
Unimaginable might surged, overturning the Zhuxian Sword Array, annihilating endless sword energy, and completely submerging Ji Mo.
In that area, the void collapsed, temporal forces steamed, and everything turned into nothingness.
Ji Mo's body was covered in blood, like a small grass in a storm, or a tiny boat on a stormy sea.
His talent was heaven-defying, but he had cultivated for too short a time, unable to contend with the Eternal.
His body slowly faded, all traces being erased by the supreme laws, being cleared away bit by bit.
Arctic Ocean.
The exquisitely carved Poniu, with her delicate face, showed a look of confusion and whispered, "Why does my heart suddenly feel so empty, as if I've lost something very, very important."
Demon Realm.
The proprietress, who had been empress for several years, was showing Mixue Bingcheng the latest statue built for Ji Mo.
But suddenly, the clear features of the statue became blurred.
Mixue Bingcheng's body trembled, certain memories completely lost. She stared blankly at the statue and asked curiously, "Your Majesty, who is this statue of?"
The proprietress, for reasons unknown, found her face wet with tears. Although she couldn't remember who the statue was of either, she subconsciously uttered seven words: "He... is our faith!"
In the dilapidated Witch Clan temple, Hei Meigui and Wu Xiaoxiao wept in each other's arms, utterly helpless.
They shook their heads violently, desperately trying to recall the most important person in their lives.
But it was all in vain; that person was fading from their memories.
"Ah..."
On the old willow tree, a colorful silkworm cocoon shook violently.
The voice of the Nine-Transformation Heavenly Silkworm was filled with immense grief and sorrow: "You killed him, you actually killed him! When I undergo my nine transformations, I will definitely kill my way to the end of the universe and tear you to shreds."
"No, my Brother Mo..."
Ying Tianbao clutched his head, the memories of his time with Ji Mo gradually disappearing, unable to be recalled.
Most people who had interacted with Ji Mo in the world showed expressions of horror, having completely forgotten anything related to Ji Mo.
"Brother Ji Mo..."
Qing Lian was a special existence, unaffected like the Nine-Transformation Heavenly Silkworm.
At this moment, she looked lost and self-blaming, preparing to do something.
"Ji Mo, who is Ji Mo? I seem to have heard the name."
Nie Qian looked bewildered, her heart inexplicably clenching. Then, she suddenly panicked and shouted, "Qing Lian, what are you doing?"
Qing Lian had already revealed her true form, transforming into a Chaos Green Lotus, blooming in the void, and soon withering.
The petals drifted with the wind towards the starry sky, turning into light rain and disappearing.