The collapse of the shattered realm didn't halt the battle; Fang Shiyu's water blade shattered abruptly upon colliding with the Heaven and Earth Finger.

The water blade transformed into endless streams of deathly energy, a phenomenon that would instantly stagnate the divine sense and divine essence of any cultivator other than Mo Wuji. Mo Wuji's primordial spirit was substantial, and his world meridian network was impervious to the corrosion of any external rules.

Despite this, Mo Wuji was inwardly shaken. After Fang Shiyu's water blade was torn apart by the Heaven and Earth Finger, it didn't lose its offensive capabilities; instead, it transformed into an even more potent, boundless stream of deathly blade intent.

These blade intents appeared tangible, yet even using the Luo Book to block them proved futile in extinguishing them.

While the water blade might not match the Nailhead Book, Mo Wuji was certain that Fang Shiyu's control over the water blade far surpassed Ming Yue Divine Emperor's control over the Nailhead Book. He wondered about the Star Core Dead Water, questioning its origin and how it was refined to create such a terrifying magical treasure like the water blade.

As an artificer himself, he had never heard of a method to extract Star Core Dead Water. It was evident that the vast universe held boundless knowledge, and he had only grasped a fraction of it.

"Fellow Daoist Mo, retreat quickly! No magical treasure can withstand the blade intent after the water blade is torn apart, unless it's a Creation treasure..." Huang He Dao Lord shouted urgently, seeing the water blade's blade intent fully unleashed by Fang Shiyu.

In fact, the main reason Fang Shiyu was considered the number one person under the Saints, alongside Xing Li Sword, was his water blade.

Without the water blade, Fang Shiyu would be no match for Xing Li Sword. However, with the water blade, it was hard to say that Xing Li Sword could definitely defeat Fang Shiyu.

Sensing that Mo Wuji was being suppressed by Fang Shiyu's water blade, Jin Chi Dao Lord finally recovered and unleashed her magical treasure for the first time.

An enormous golden comb.

As soon as the comb was released, it transformed into a sky full of golden comb shadows, carrying the terrifying roar of space, attempting to comb through all the rules of this space. Everything in front of the golden comb would be swept away by the comb shadows and turned into nothingness.

Mo Wuji didn't heed Huang He Dao Lord's advice to retreat. He wasn't afraid of Quasi-Saints when he merged with the Dao, and now that he had entered the Quasi-Saint realm, he wouldn't fear two mere Quasi-Saints, or his Mortal Dao would have been in vain.

The third finger, Creation Dao rhythm, erupted simultaneously, transforming the universe into a vast furnace. The Dao rhythms of the mortal world and the Dao rhythms of heaven and earth all fell into the furnace, and the Dao principles churned.

No matter how many blade intents Fang Shiyu's water blade split into, no matter how many comb shadows Jin Chi Dao Lord's golden comb created, all were drawn into this Heaven and Earth Furnace and melted into nothingness.

In this furnace, everything was copper!

"Crack!" A fissure appeared on the water blade. Fang Shiyu's expression changed; what terrifying divine art. He knew his own limitations. He was arrogant because his water blade was unstoppable.

Once his water blade was blocked, he wasn't much stronger than Jin Chi Dao Lord. Jin Chi Dao Lord was far from her peak strength. Staying here with this woman would only lead to death.

This Mo Wuji was too terrifying; he had to leave.

As soon as the thought of leaving arose, the domain around Fang Shiyu weakened.

This space was already enveloped by Mo Wuji's Mortal World, filled with the Dao rhythms of the Mortal Dao. As soon as Fang Shiyu had the thought of retreating, Mo Wuji noticed it.

The Half Moon Heavy Halberd transformed into a Milky Way, cleaving down through the void.

The Milky Way plunges straight down three thousand miles, and the Dao rhythms fill the sky, turning to ashes!

Fang Shiyu didn't even manage to break out of the Mortal Dao rhythms of the Mortal World before his divine sense was blocked by the God-Shattering characteristic of the Half Moon Heavy Halberd, "Stop..."

In his terror, Fang Shiyu had no reason left; he frantically shouted for Mo Wuji to stop, but as soon as he uttered the word "stop," the Milky Way descended...

"Poof!" A mist of blood exploded as the Half Moon Heavy Halberd tore him in two.

Fang Shiyu's primordial spirit spilled out, only to be annihilated in the Mortal World, turning into ashes and disappearing. From that moment on, Fang Shiyu ceased to exist in the universe.

The cultivators watching from afar were silent. Everyone knew Fang Shiyu's strength. Apart from a few Saints, who dared to move Fang Shiyu? Even the strong with divine positions didn't dare to offend Fang Shiyu, because this man, with a water blade in hand, had killed almost all the strong under the Saints.

Such a strong person hadn't fallen in the Grand Cataclysm and had even restored his physical body. Even if he hadn't recovered to his full strength, he had at least recovered seventy or eighty percent, right? A Fang Shiyu who had recovered seventy or eighty percent of his strength was so easily killed by this Mo Wuji, whom they had never heard of before.

And that was with Jin Chi Dao Lord's help; wouldn't he have died even faster without Jin Chi Dao Lord's help?

"Senior Mo, I, Feng Qigu, am willing to offer my soul imprint and be at your disposal for eternity," Feng Qigu shouted in even greater fear at the moment Mo Wuji killed Fang Shiyu with a halberd.

Without Fang Shiyu, she was nothing.

Her golden comb was currently bound by Mo Wuji's Creation Finger and had no chance of escape. She herself was about to be completely annihilated by the Mortal World.

"I don't want trash," Mo Wuji snorted, and the Dao rhythms of the Creation Finger surged over like a volcanic eruption. Jin Chi Dao Lord, Feng Qigu, was engulfed by Mo Wuji's Dao rhythms and disappeared without a trace, leaving nothing behind, not even ashes.

Mo Wuji waved his hand, and both Fang Shiyu's water blade and Jin Chi Dao Lord's golden comb were swept away by him.

The void quieted down. The shattered realm had long since fallen apart, dissipating into the vast void. The many cultivators watching from the surroundings were silent, neither leaving nor speaking.

Every one who could stand here was once a powerful figure who dominated the vast universe. Even after experiencing the Grand Cataclysm, they had survived. Not only had they survived, but they had also condensed their physical bodies with the origin power after a realm shattered.

Now, a young man they had never seen before killed two supreme experts in front of them.

Both Fang Shiyu and Feng Qigu were once prominent figures. Feng Qigu was the strongest of the Four Dao Lords. In front of Mo Wuji, they seemed as insignificant as ants.

"Brother Mo, congratulations on the great increase in your Dao techniques," Tong Ming was the first to come forward to congratulate him. He was smiling on the surface, but his heart was filled with shock.

If Mo Wuji were replaced by him, he wouldn't fear the combined attack of Fang Shiyu and Feng Qigu either. After stabilizing and condensing his Dao rhythms here with the origin power of the shattered realm, Tong Ming was very clear about his own strength.

But he was equally clear that he couldn't do what Mo Wuji had done, easily killing Fang Shiyu and Feng Qigu. He was also sure that Mo Wuji hadn't used his full strength. In other words, he hadn't seen many of Mo Wuji's methods.

When he first joined forces with Mo Wuji, he could still sense a bit of Mo Wuji's strength, but now he had no idea what level Mo Wuji's strength was at. Deep down, he had a premonition that Mo Wuji's Dao techniques had reached completion.

Mo Wuji understood people like Tong Ming too well; he was just another Meng Ye. Such people could only cooperate for mutual benefit and couldn't be made friends.

He chuckled and greeted Tong Ming, then took the initiative to walk up to Huang He Dao Lord again and said, "Fellow Daoist Huang He, if you don't have any plans for now, why not join us?"

Huang He Dao Lord's heart stirred, and he immediately thought of something, then shook his head and said, "I still have some important things to do. Once I'm done, if the Apocalypse hasn't arrived yet, I'll definitely come looking for Fellow Daoist Mo."

"Okay, it's settled then," Mo Wuji proactively exchanged communication beads with Huang He Dao Lord.

He had seen all Four Dao Lords. Jin Chi Dao Lord had been killed by him. Da Mo Dao Lord and Dark Dao Lord were birds of a feather, the kind of extremely selfish guys who only cared about their own Great Daos. Only this Huang He Dao Lord was very much to Mo Wuji's liking, prompting Mo Wuji to want to befriend him.

While Mo Wuji exchanged pleasantries with Huang He Dao Lord, the surrounding cultivators came forward to greet him one after another. Although they weren't familiar with Mo Wuji and didn't know where Mo Wuji came from or what he was going to do, in the face of the impending Apocalypse, befriending a new, rising young strong figure with immense potential like Mo Wuji could only bring benefits and no harm.

It had to be said that countless strong figures were hiding in this shattered realm. Although a large portion of them had left after the shattered realm completely shattered, there were still many True Gods, Duty Gods, and Lesser Gods left here. There were also some without divine positions but with very powerful strength.

The Apocalypse wasn't a matter for one person, so Mo Wuji naturally wouldn't miss the chance to befriend these veteran strong figures. He earnestly befriended everyone. No matter how strong a person was, they couldn't face the Apocalypse alone.

After parting ways with the others, Mo Wuji turned to Tong Ming and asked, "Fellow Daoist Tong Ming, how do we get back to the Seven World Stone now?"

Having cultivated to the Quasi-Saint realm, Mo Wuji was confident that he no longer feared the Saint Wuhen. Since he wasn't afraid of him anymore, the first place he wanted to return to was the God Realm. Once he reached the God Realm, how to confront the Saintess in Green would be a matter for later.

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