Otherworldly Desert Dust

This slash tore through the Green Fox Battle Clothes clinging to Gao Yu Yan.

It appeared as though a wisp of demon soul escaped from her body.

Gao Yu Yan's body went limp as she collapsed to the ground, drained of all her energy and unable to move.

Yet she could clearly feel her soul reconnecting with her body, bringing with it exhaustion, a stinging sadness in her throat, and a fiery anger burning in her chest.

Wang Rui saw the Fox Bodhisattva transform into battle clothes and flee, and he decisively gave chase.

The Fox Bodhisattva was heading toward Ashen Mountain. Wang Rui, wielding the Peng Bird Holy Feather, pursued relentlessly.

Finally, as he neared Ashen Mountain, Wang Rui intercepted the Fox Bodhisattva, raised his blade, and struck—a clean cut, splitting her in two!

United in intent with the Monkey Saint Soul, Wang Rui, who had never experienced such unrestrained combat, felt as if he had merged with his childhood self—a boy who loved watching Light Energy Warriors, fighting evil and upholding justice.

All the green mist around him tried to obstruct Wang Rui's blade, but the slash remained swift and decisive.

The Fox Bodhisattva was cleaved into two, falling at the foot of Ashen Mountain.

No blood flowed, but it was clear that the Demon Immortal battle clothes were now lifeless.

Clearly, this Fox Bodhisattva lacked the power of resurrection. In her final moments, her face expressed a hint of resentment and unwillingness. Perhaps she had accepted her role as a pawn of a higher being, ready to perish in this conflict, but she never expected to die by Wang Rui's hand!

"Ha! Spit!"

"Even malicious spirits dare impersonate our venerated Immortal Saints!"

With the Monkey Saint possessing him, Wang Rui unleashed the arrogance that had been suppressed within for years. He arrogantly rested the Eyebrow Moon Slaughter Slash on his shoulder, staring at the Fox Bodhisattva's corpse.

To be sure, he kept staring for a momentmore—who knows if this Fox Bodhisattva might be playing dead?

Her lifeforce faded swiftly; soon, the Fox Bodhisattva transformed into a lifeless, skin-like battle attire, completely devoid of demonic aura.

Once Wang Rui was certain that the Fox Bodhisattva wouldn't resurrect or escape by other means, he let out a long sigh of relief.

Gripping the Eyebrow Moon Slaughter Slash, he contemplated slashing at the lifeless demon fox skin a few more times, venting the hatred that weighed on his heart.

When he first opened his eyes to this battlefield, he truly believed Wu Hen had died. They awoke in their soul forms, and if the host body perished here, their souls would shatter and never return to Nuwa God End.

The moment blood splattered onto his cheeks, Wang Rui was already seething with rage, ready to slaughter everything he saw. As for whatever changes might have been happening to Gao Yu Yan's body, he didn't have the mental capacity to process them—he knew only that he needed to avenge his brother!

"My dear brother, you can rest in peace now." Wang Rui howled at the heavens.

But no sooner had he finished his howl, a realization struck him—Wu Hen's body was undergoing reconstruction, and the Divine Fire Genes could resurrect him.

As for what strange essence Gao Yu Yan carried, Wang Rui hurried back, determined to guard Wu Hen's body no matter what might happen next...

The speed of Divine Fire Gene repair wasn't fast; it would likely take ten days to half a month.

The mission of safeguarding the Soul Nesting Wood had transformed into protecting Wu Hen. Wang Rui now understood that something out there was intent on wiping Wu Hen from existence.

"Boom!!"

Suddenly, a wall of invisible air appeared before Wang Rui. He crashed headlong into it.

"What the hell?!" Wang Rui exclaimed in shock. He immediately attempted to fly downward to circumvent the wall.

"Boom!!"

Before he reached the ground, Wang Rui collided with another air barrier. He couldn't understand what sort of energy this wall was made of; his speed and power, which could crush even Barbaric Mountains to dust, couldn't budge it in the slightest.

Wang Rui immediately became alert, realizing that something far beyond the Fox Bodhisattva might be lurking around him.

He raised the Eyebrow Moon Slaughter Slash, flapped his wings, and ascended straight up, aiming to leap over the air barrier from above.

"Boom!"

The air barrier seemed endlessly high—he collided with it once again.

Frustrated, Wang Rui continued flapping his wings, breaking through high-altitude Cloud Peak and aiming for the reflecting Star Dome.

"Boom!"

Another air barrier stretched across the Sky Dome.

This invisible "glass dome" encased the sky above, and Wang Rui slammed into it headfirst, leaving him dizzy and disoriented.

Wang Rui stared in astonishment, unable to believe what was happening. He carefully observed his surroundings, utilizing all the Perception he had to probe the energy's nature.

Yet his Perception yielded nothing—he couldn't see the walls, nor could he fathom what he was facing.

Wang Rui tried retreating, but the movable space behind him was even narrower. Soon, he collided with another air wall—he was now enclosed by invisible walls on all sides!

With anger surging, Wang Rui unleashed the might of the Monkey Saint, releasing his most powerful Soul Power as black flames of rage and slashing the invisible walls with the Eyebrow Moon Slaughter Slash...

Yet not even a ripple appeared on the invisible walls.

"When you were young, did you ever play that amusing game—trapping dirty, ugly flies under a clean glass cup?"

A voice emanated from Ashen Mountain, its tone incomparably flat yet brimming with naked disdain for Wang Rui's existence.

"Show yourself! Stop your cowardly hiding!" Wang Rui roared angrily.

Only laughter echoed in return—no matter how strong or evolved a fly might be, its powerful wings couldn't shatter the glass cup.

At this moment, Wang Rui was nothing more than a black-winged fly, filled with rage but utterly ignorant.

Flies couldn't comprehend what a glass cup truly was. Likewise, Wang Rui couldn't understand the forces that had trapped him within this four-cornered prison.

"Why must creatures like you strive to climb over walls when they could live inside them like others? What drives you to mimic those who scale walls, only to end up shattered and broken?" The voice rang out again, dripping with loathing and contempt.

The words intensified Wang Rui's fury. Though he wasn't outstanding in humanity's evolution group, he was far from being one of those idle degenerates. He wasn't driven by envy toward others climbing walls—he simply relished marching forward together with others.

"Eliminate!"

Just one word. Yet it seemed to contain countless forms of annihilation.

In that moment, Wang Rui's perception was overwhelmed by an infinite sense of dread.

A fly trapped within a glass couldn't comprehend the heat of being roasted alive, the acidic sting of vinegar, or the frozen agony of ice—it lacked the means to grasp its myriad possible fates.

Wang Rui saw nothing now. All five of his senses abandoned him, leaving only touch—the one sense transmitting an array of unknown methods of demise, as if his thousand lives could all be extinguished within this prison, each in a chillingly unique way.

The Monkey Saint's soul light began to fade, Wang Rui's Divine Power disintegrating layer by layer, his mind consumed wholly by fear. He became like a lone soul cast adrift in a boundless universe of terror.

"Wooooooooo~~~~~~~~~~~"

Suddenly, the heavens trembled. Above the boundless four-cornered prison, in the furthest reaches of the ethereal Sky Dome, a black Death Sword materialized without warning.

In his despair and agony, Wang Rui caught a glimpse of this Divine Miracle. Before he could process it, his consciousness shattered, plunging him into unconsciousness. Just before losing himself completely, he faintly saw an awe-inspiring Sky Shadow—it resembled the deity standing tall amidst the Divine Python Earth Vein, its body a sword, carving an escape route for humanity.

"BOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!"

As the sword chimed, countless bolts of electric thunder engulfed the Sky Dome, weaving themselves into a celestial curtain entirely composed of lightning.

The Death Sword descended with grandeur, shattering the invisible prison, reducing the fragile "glass dome" to shards.

The sword's brilliance swept through the space, blossoming into streaks of White River marks that painted dazzling rivers beneath the electric thunder curtain.

The overwhelming sword aura descended, solidifying into an infinite cosmic mountain, indiscriminately obliterating this otherworldly domain. Whether ancient beings lurking underground or supreme plant kings above, all were annihilated at the moment the sword aura took form, their remnants rising toward the skies as dust!

Space rippled with eerie vibrations as the world's framework buckled under the immense power of the Black Divine Miracle. Energy surged chaotically—sometimes silent, sometimes roaring, sometimes reversing in incomprehensible "replays." This entire realm revealed signs of advanced coding as its system suffered overwhelming disruptions: glitches, displaced rules, riddled imperfections.

From within Ashen Mountain, a long-hidden figure was finally illuminated by the sword's light.

He was clad entirely in white. Though humanoid, a pair of immaculate wings extended from his body.

These wings, whether intrinsic or a feature of his High-dimensional Fighting Clothes, bore an uncanny resemblance to a Western Angel's—pure and mystic, exuding an aura of transcendence far beyond humanity.

A strange veil of haziness surrounded him, as if his presence had been blurred by high-definition pixels. Wu Hen's gaze couldn't pierce through it to discern his true visage.

But instinctively, Wu Hen knew—this man was exactly who he had suspected!

"Gao Huan, you always had a way of overshadowing me in everything, pulling every possible string to achieve your ends. Now, in order to eliminate me, you've orchestrated quite the spectacle—sacrificing your sister, cornering me here." Wu Hen raised one hand empty toward the sky, his palm connected to the Heaven-reaching Sword.

Even as he resonated with the Black Divine Death Sword, he couldn't resist mocking Gao Huan.

The name had been outright declared—there was no longer any point for the Black Navigator to hide his face.

The haze gradually cleared, revealing a man's features.

Beside the fractured Soul Nesting Wood, Gao Yu Yan, now somewhat restored in Essence Qi, looked toward that direction—and her eyes locked onto a face she knew too well.

It was the very first time she had seen her brother again since crossing the Divine Python Earth Vein calamity into Nuwa God End.

For so long, she had felt pride in her brother, believing him to be humanity's herald to the Human Holy Realm—a man of unshakeable conviction, unmatched intellect, unparalleled strength, and peerless leadership. His greatness was beyond question...

But now, she was forced to reassess her brother.

She felt compelled to reevaluate their bond as siblings.

Suspended in the realm cloaked by lightning's curtain, Gao Huan—what was he, if not a white-headed fly also trapped in its cage?

The Black Divine Death Sword's might had always been a profound mystery to them. Some had speculated its power wasn't as formidable as imagined. But witnessing this true descent of the Divine Miracle, pressing upon his body and soul, Gao Huan's eyes betrayed a flicker of fear. He forcefully clung to his pride, his angel-like white wings stirring ever so sluggishly...

"Tell me..." Gao Yu Yan's voice arose—a weak inquiry, fragile with stifled emotion.

In the next moment, she was overtaken by scorching anguish that erupted without warning, like countless arrows piercing her heart, her eyes instantly flooding with helpless bloodstreaked tears!

Gao Yu Yan staggered upright, shrieking at Gao Huan:

"Tell me—what are you all really!!"

She bellowed with all her remaining strength, questioning the man she once considered family...