Otherworldly Desert Dust

The questions Gao Yu Yan raised were also what Wu Hen wanted to know deep down.

But when she spoke them, they carried more power—a force not derived from any destructive energy of the universe, but simply from the most genuine human emotions.

It was evident that Gao Yu Yan shared the same beliefs as him.

Her true anguish wasn't about being deceived by high-dimensional life or tormented by otherworldly horror; her deepest pain was the possibility that the emotions she steadfastly believed in were also fabricated. Her brother didn't belong to this world, their kinship was carefully orchestrated, and she wasn't truly his sister—just a pet kept at this lower dimension.

Gao Huan's expression was extremely gloomy, the aura of superiority he previously displayed had vanished.

On one hand, he felt the terrifying pressure of the Black Divine Death Sword, knowing his life was not long for this world. On the other hand, Gao Yu Yan's questioning also touched his soul.

He fell silent.

Slowly, he shifted his gaze from Gao Yu Yan to Wu Hen.

As if deliberately avoiding, he attributed the origin of the current situation to Wu Hen. It was precisely because of people like Li Feng and Wu Hen appearing in the Nuwa God End that these special existences had to take such measures!

A grin gradually formed on Gao Huan's face, perhaps to suppress his true feelings. This forced restraint made his smile extraordinarily sinister, akin to a deceitful dark god.

He extended his hand, striking the sky with his palm.

Electric Thunder concealed the sky, forming a cage trapping him in this world. Gao Huan forsook all human emotions; his figure grew enormously. The upward palm exceeded the grandest mountains in this Cang Chu Divine Realm, releasing a continuous icy breath that froze all surrounding materials into snow-white crystal.

Yet Wu Hen, using his finger like a sword, descended downward.

The shadow of the Vast Death Sword on the vault of heaven came crashing down, its blade immeasurably dazzling, causing the Star River to pale in comparison.

Gao Huan's giant palm vanished in an instant, along with his real flesh hand, disintegrating upon contact with the Black Divine Death Sword.

The power of dissolution would spread; as the Vast Death Sword pressed down, his wrist also disintegrated. One could see his skin, muscles, blood, tendons, and bones turning into minuscule scarlet particles, terrifyingly spreading towards his arm, extending to his body.

Gao Huan remained extremely indifferent; he swung his other hand, decisively severing it at the elbow to stop the spreading dissolution power, cutting the forearm's connection to his body.

Realizing that escaping from above the sky was improbable, Gao Huan flapped his angelic white wings, fleeing toward Ashen Mountain.

His flying speed was exceedingly fast; with each flap, a spatial jump occurred. From Wu Hen's current perspective, it was as if a pebble skipped over the calm water surface of space, creating ripples—contrary to the gradually shortening skipping arcs. Initially, each wing flap allowed Gao Huan to arc a few kilometers, soon reaching tens of kilometers, even approaching a hundred kilometers!

This acceleration increased exponentially, allowing him to traverse a universe with a single wing flap through such divine skills.

Wu Hen quickly reacted, transforming into the Vast Sword, pursuing Gao Huan, who was intent on fleeing.

Initially, Wu Hen couldn't understand why Gao Huan chose to flee in this direction. After all, the depths of the Ashen Mountain Range, known as the end of the Cang Chu Divine Realm, would push you back with the force of the Dark Domain, and even the entire Cang Chu Divine Realm contained invisible "gravity" chains, binding all who attempted to escape.

But Gao Huan's speed was increasing; those invisible chains seemed unable to restrain him.

In the boundless Ashen Domain, Wu Hen saw Gao Huan like a silver snow flying fish ascending against the rushing waterfall, stirring countless spatial droplets. For the creatures peacefully dwelling within the Cang Chu Divine Realm, these spatial barriers were non-existent, yet for those attempting to escape, they matched the omnipotent Divine Power that obliterates all.

Even Super Tenth Rank Life could be reduced to blood and dust in such "currents", unable to withstand even a second.

Yet Gao Huan, reliant on his body and the Immortal Transformation Battle Robe, could withstand such laws of obliteration.

Gao Huan clearly realized he couldn't defeat Wu Hen under the laws of the Black Divine Miracle, so he adopted a simple strategy: He would escape the Cang Chu Divine Realm. Using his physical form and speed, he could shatter all laws of the Cang Chu Divine Realm to reach the world beyond its realm.

As Wu Hen pursued, he too had to endure such a "baptism"; power spanned multiple dimensions. Clearly, the Black Divine Death Sword couldn't shatter the entire otherworldly law. His strength might be immeasurable, but strength didn't equate to ruling everything—like a champion in an arena being thrown into a prison cage, no different from an elderly person or child.

Gao Huan's arcs of spatial jumps grew more exaggerated; with a wing flap covering thousands of kilometers, and the flapping frequency showed no signs of slowing.

Wu Hen dispersed the massive Sword Soul Heaven Shadow and activated the Holy Soul within him, transforming into a Chaos Moon and began accelerating along Gao Huan's escape path.