Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao

In the war between All Saints and the Ancients, this fragile world could no longer hold on and began to fall into complete destruction. The terrifying space-time turbulence permeated every corner of the world. The immense, boundless force of karma generated from the annihilation of all things swooped toward the few individuals on the battlefield.

However, it failed to even stir their figures. For beings like them, who had long been impervious to all laws, the karma of such a small world's destruction amounted to nothing more than a gentle breeze brushing against their faces.

Lu Yu quietly observed all these changes. The power of the Saints exceeded his imagination, as did the terrifying nature of the world's destructive karma. Merely observing from a distance set his soul into a frenzy of warnings. But to these individuals, it seemed as though it didn't exist at all. Perhaps even if the Three Realms were destroyed, they would still be able to wander freely.

As the world's destruction progressed, the great battle was gradually drawing to a conclusion. In the face of the Saints' immense power, the four Ancients, though powerful, were delusional if they thought to beat the many with so few.

At this moment, the Lord of Death, already being beaten back by Hou Tu, found himself in chaos without any mastery over the power of Reincarnation. When Hou Tu unleashed the Six Paths of Reincarnation, the Lord of Death was at a loss for how to cope. This power greatly restrained his own, and his vaunted Power of Death was purified by Reincarnation, ultimately taken by Hou Tu.

The Dark Side of the Cosmos, due to its relation to the Demon Lord, was well-understood by Buddhism, making their response to it effortless. Only the Ghost Mother and the Lord of Trickery were more difficult to deal with, but they could not withstand the collective onslaught of the Saints, which forced the four to retreat.

Thus, reaching this point, they realized that if this continued, death would come to them. This was all but a trap, one that lured them down to the Three Realms.

This world had been created for them from the beginning. It was precisely for this reason that it had such a weak connection to the Three Realms, to the extent that the Saints even needed Lu Yu's karmic connection to arrive.

The Ancients coveted this world for its weak connection with the Three Realms, believing they could occupy it unnoticed and use it as a stronghold to invade the Three Realms. Little did they know that only in this way could the great war avoid affecting the creatures of the Three Realms. The Saints were also eager to ensnare these predators lurking beyond the Three Realms.

Realizing the trap, the Ancients started to retreat rapidly. Space seemed to mean nothing before them, and with a single step, they could leave this world. However, at this moment, within the shattered world, a mysterious aura emerged. It was immense Purple Qi, vast and mighty, instantly enveloping the four Ancients.

"Hong Jun!" The four Ancients recognized this force. Clearly, it was the vestige of one who had achieved Transcendence, hidden within this world.

The Saints would not miss such a prime opportunity. Various powerful forces furiously struck at the four, their immense power darkening the skies. Even the distant Three Realms could feel the tremors.

At this juncture, the Ancients knew very well that if they did not utilize their full strength, what awaited them was death and destruction.

The Ghost Mother's abdomen swelled instantly, like a world itself, blocking all the incoming forces, displaying the most powerful Life Force of a Chaotic Creature that once birthed thirteen worlds.

Simultaneously, her belly suddenly split open, revealing a world within that hurtled towards the Saints as a weapon. The Ghost Mother was actually using a world as a weapon to attack.

This was no newly destroyed minor world but a complete, robust world akin to the Three Realms. It was unclear why, but this world lacked any vitality and was utterly lifeless.

The colossal world approached, and the Saints had to be cautious. Such an impact might not significantly affect them, but if it hit the Three Realms behind them, the disaster could be tremendous.

It was then that the Tongtian Sect Leader acted, initiating the Zhu Xian Sword Array. Endless Sword Qi and murderous aura went on a rampage. His Great Dao was, in essence, destruction, the end of all things. Destroying worlds was his forte, a pity that he had never been able to unleash his full power within the Three Realms.

Now presented with such an opportunity, he used his full power, and the great world began to disintegrate, turning into dust under the endless murderous aura and Sword Qi, unable to emerge ever again.

Upon seeing this, the Ghost Mother let out a piercing scream. She had given birth to thirteen worlds, and whenever those worlds were populated with creatures and thrived, she would devour them in one gulp, only to restart and birth them anew, in a never-ending cycle. Those living within these thirteen worlds had become her powerful nourishment.

But this time, the Tongtian Sect Leader had utterly destroyed one world, and from then on, the Ghost Mother would only have twelve children. How could this not cause her immense heartache?

Nevertheless, her action did buy time for the other three. Seizing the moment, the Lord of Death pulled forcefully on his own back, drawing out his spine as it transformed into a frightful Treasured Sword. The hilt was shaped like a Skull Head, appearing to be made of segments of bones, and surrounded by a terrifying aura.

This sensation was akin to the Zhu Xian Sword Array, also an instrument of slaughter. Now, it was the perfect choice to break through the obstructing Purple Qi.

The Lord of Death raised the Treasured Sword against the Purple Qi, his powerful destructive force splitting it and revealing a small path. After all, it was only a remnant of the Ancestral Master, uncontrolled and unable to exert its full power. The Lord of Death's Treasured Sword was no less exceptional, forged from his own spine and having absorbed the aura of countless world destructions, giving it such fearsome lethality.