As time slowly passed, the 10,000-meter Ancient Starry Sky Sword impaling the Divine Palace began to crumble. It shattered, transforming into a sky full of rubble that rained down, piling up into a high mountain on the desolate land.

At this moment, Luo Xiu and his companions were still lingering above the Divine Palace. As the Ancient Starry Sky Sword collapsed, they saw the suppressed dojo below.

In that cracked and ancient dojo, a male figure shrouded in a strange black aura was slowly standing up. He seemed to have just awakened from a ten-thousand-year slumber, gazing around in a daze. His normal breathing alone caused the Void to tremble, as if he had stolen the very air from their lungs, leaving them breathless and suffocated.

Beads of sweat had already formed on Luo Xiu's forehead. "Is this the aura of a god... So powerful," he lamented.

Master Ping spoke in a grave tone, "If we're only talking about destructive power, this Evil Ancient God is likely far stronger than the Ancient Gods!"

Great Qian of Tai'a said urgently, "He seems to have already locked onto us. We're completely screwed now! There's no chance to escape!"

Just then, Lin Xiyue spoke up. "Back in that dream, I remember the Sky-shaking Sword Emperor telling me that the Ancient Starry Sky Sword could be used to suppress and kill the Evil Ancient God. However, I haven't perfected that Divine Skill yet."

Unexpectedly, as she finished speaking, the Evil Ancient God standing in the dojo suddenly raised its head. Its eyes, like caverns of light, shone with a piercing intensity, locking its gaze firmly on Lin Xiyue. Perhaps hearing the words "Sky-shaking Sword Emperor" had angered it.

Lin Xiyue's face instantly turned pale, and her delicate body began to tremble.

Xun Mi quickly flew in front of Lin Xiyue, blocking the Evil Ancient God's line of sight. "Xiyue, you must not look into its eyes," she said. "A god's gaze can affect your mind and even crush your spirit and will."

Great Qian of Tai'a then asked, "Lin Xiyue, how long will it take for you to perfect the Ancient Starry Sky Sword? Right now, it seems your sword is our only glimmer of hope."

Lin Xiyue gently shook her head. "I'm not sure, but I'll do it as fast as I can."

Xun Mi, however, interjected, "But even if you manage to perfect the Divine Skill you've just comprehended in the shortest possible time, with your current Cultivation Realm, you won't be able to unleash its full power. If you fail to kill it in one strike, you'll only enrage it further and bring disaster upon yourself."

At this, Luo Xiu took a deep breath, swiped a hand across his chest, and pulled "Dream and Asura" directly from the Holy Lotus Jade Pendant.

"Sister Mi has a point. Xiyue, leave this Evil Ancient God to me. You don't need to get involved."

The sword, Dream and Asura, was arguably Luo Xiu's strongest trump card, bar none. He would never use it unless absolutely necessary. But now, facing a god in the truest sense, he had no other choice.

Upon seeing the sword and feeling its familiar, bloodthirsty aura, Xun Mi froze, her gaze trembling.

This sword... She would recognize it even if it were turned to ash! It was the very sword that the Six Emperors, during their world-ending apocalypse, had forged by sacrificing the blood of countless beings from every era! It was also the sword she, having survived until now, dreamed of destroying! Or rather, she dreamed of destroying its master! Because the master of this sword would bring disaster to the entire world! Her era of civilization had already suffered such a disaster; she couldn't bear to see the New Era suffer the same fate! For a moment, she felt as if something in her head had exploded, leaving her mind buzzing and utterly blank. Why was this sword in Luo Xiu's hands? Why was Luo Xiu its Sword Master?

"Mei Ji," Luo Xiu suddenly called out into the silence.

"Your Majesty, speak," she replied.

"Take Xiyue and Miss Shen Le far away from here. Help me protect them," Luo Xiu said.

Without a second word, Mei Ji took Lin Xiyue and flew to a distant ruin. She knew her own limits; as a mere Profound Emperor, facing a true god was like an ant challenging a giant.

"Master Ping, Da Qian, you two get back as well."

That was exactly what Great Qian of Tai'a was waiting to hear, and he promptly flew into the distance.

Finally, Luo Xiu turned back to Xun Mi. "If I lose my sanity later and try to harm you... I hope you won't hold back. Just kill me."

Hearing this, Xun Mi snapped out of her daze and gazed deeply at Luo Xiu. "With your strength, how could I possibly kill you?"

Luo Xiu closed his eyes and sent a thread of his Divine Sense to connect with hers. "Place a Divine Consciousness Forbidden on me. That way, you can destroy my soul directly."

He continued, "I don't know how terrifying the Evil Ancient God is, but if I draw my sword, the world itself could be annihilated. I will become more terrifying than it is."

Xun Mi was silent for a moment before asking, "You trust me that much? To put your life directly in my hands?"

Luo Xiu gave a faint smile. "I trust Xiyue. I'm also afraid I'll hurt her. As long as she's safe, my death doesn't matter."

"..."

A moment later, Luo Xiu slowly descended, walking unhurriedly onto the shattered dojo.

In the center of the dojo, the Evil Ancient God, emitting its strange black aura, stood motionless as if petrified. Even as Luo Xiu approached head-on, it remained unmoved, as though Luo Xiu didn't exist.

Luo Xiu stopped. "I can feel an extreme malice from you, but it's not directed at anyone in particular."

The Evil Ancient God's glowing eyes held no emotion as they quietly observed Luo Xiu. It was like a newborn, observing the world without any feeling.

Just then, Master Ping's voice echoed in Luo Xiu's mind, "Kid, there's no point trying to talk to it. It's a god, devoid of humanity. It possesses only divinity."

Great Qian of Tai'a added, "The divinity of an Ancient God is to love this world and create all things. But the divinity of an Evil Ancient God is the opposite—to destroy the world the Ancient Gods created, to annihilate everything in it."

Hearing this, Luo Xiu lowered his eyelids and tightened his grip on the sword. This was the first time he would fight an opponent with no humanity, only divinity. It was also the strongest opponent he had faced since descending the mountain. Perhaps, it was the only one he could truly consider an "opponent."

Things had come to this. His only option was to draw his sword and fight.

A short while later, as Dream and Asura was slowly drawn from its sheath, a terrifying, bloodthirsty aura enveloped the heavens and the earth. Feeling this aura, the Evil Ancient God's expression finally changed. On its pitch-black face, where no features could be distinguished, glowing, arcane patterns began to appear, giving it an incredibly ferocious look.

CLATTER.

The scabbard in Luo Xiu's hand fell to the ground.

"Hehehe..."

"Is this a god?" Luo Xiu let out a strange, hoarse laugh as he advanced toward the Evil Ancient God, the blood-red longsword in hand.

At this moment, Luo Xiu was gone. Only Asura remained.

"Those guys who created me... they probably thought of me as a god, too."

"Since I am Asura, I am meant to slaughter all living beings!"

"Even if you are a god, you are only worthy of becoming a ghost slain by my sword!"

"..."

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