"Ha——!"

Driven to the edge of despair, Chen Xuantian truly exploded, in the literal sense, not only did the hairs on his body stand on end, but even his skin and flesh blasted off! He unleashed his lifelong power in a frenzied burst! Qi power gushed like a fountain from his entire body! The Turbo Divine Skill went into chaotic Refining! Twisting Innate Gang Qi, Dragon and Tiger Dao Qi, and Beichen Sword Qi into vortexes, transforming them into whirling storms, unleashing them from his acupoints as a bloody, violent force!

In that instant, he didn’t care about sword moves, sword styles, sword techniques, or sword energies. Chen Xuantian wielded the Dragon and Tiger Double Swords in a frenzy, raising layer upon layer of Sword Wind, blasting forth with the force of dragon scales and tiger fangs, like a mountain call and sea roar! Layer upon layer of superpressure Qi waves, plowing through like bulldozers, turning the heavens and earth into clouds of blood mist! Filled with Sword Wind and Sword Rain! Shattering and flattening everything! Completely obliterating and annihilating everything! Everything was sliced apart and shattered to pieces!

Indeed, this move was exactly the Eight Swords United, Qingcheng’s Ultimate Skill. Among the profound techniques Peng Ju mastered from the Daoist Collection, and among the ultimate arts Chen Xuantian had seen, this move had the highest instantaneous damage output, stronger and more ferocious than any other. If his guess was right, this move was exactly what Youquan used back then to annihilate the Divine Lord Body’s Divine Skills. Even Tie Dan, relying on the Ten Absolute Array’s Beneficial Heavenly Dao support, could not withstand this boundless Annihilation Sword Force.

Yet at this moment, Chen Xuantian not only poured out his entire power, but with the help of the Turbo Technique, he unlocked his restraints again, unleashing his power to the fullest. The Dragon and Tiger Double Swords he wielded were indeed Nascent Soul Magical Artifacts, Divine Weapons, capable of delivering a few heavy blows against even those in the Divinity Transformation Realm, amongst the level of Divine Demon Immortal Monarchs. Even if heaven and earth were sealed by a Great Array, fighting to the death should have overturned everything, creating a glimmer of survival.

But it did not happen.

Indeed, the opponent didn’t even dodge or evade, simply standing amidst the surging Sword Wind, taking the Heavenly Cutting and Annihilating Path, the Eight Swords United, directly to the face, entirely unscathed.

What’s even more infuriating is that, wrapped in the Dragon and Tiger Sword Wind, blood-colored storm, in the vortex of sword energy, this old demon not only disdainfully refrained from counterattacking but also leisurely critiqued swordsmanship, babbling on and on, preaching and teaching,

"Have you heard that in the midst of calamity, one might find an opportunity? That swallowing a Golden Core can free one’s fate from the heavens?

You’ve heard of Golden Core Taoists reversing fate, fighting Demon Gods in history.

So you thought you could imitate, clash at a narrow path, fight to the death, seeking a path to survival?

Ha, naive. Do you think one can truly challenge across levels in this world?

The division of Golden Core, Nascent Soul, and Divinity Transformation was merely our way of filtering warriors during our rebellion, selecting generals.

Passing the Golden Core threshold permitted donning armor and taking up arms, risking life on the battlefield.

With a Nascent Soul Realm, one could wield Qi power in battles all over, crack formations and break armies.

Only with Dao Power of Divinity Transformation could one charge formations, slay foes, challenge generals up front, hold a position.

Later, when Immortal Palace was overthrown, the Mystic Sect used this framework to distinguish disciples’ progress.

However, according to the ancient Taoists’ division, it was truly Refining Essence to Qi, Refining Qi and Transforming God, Refining God and Returning to Void, Returning Void and Merging Dao in four realms.

This Taiji Realm is limited; from Golden Core to Divinity Transformation all belong to the Refining Qi and Transforming God realm.

So the distinction between immortal and mortal indeed lies in the threshold between Refining Essence to Qi and Refining Qi and Transforming God, like a chasm, scarcely crossed.

Before this realm, one is mortal; reaching this realm makes one extraordinary.

Therefore, it’s not uncommon for Golden Core cultivators to slay those in Divinity Transformation during calamities. After all, you all belong to the same realm.

Back in battlefield days, countless Divinity Transformation Generals fell amidst rebel armies, nothing curious at all.

But I, I am no longer a God, I am Void.

Upon reaching the Refining God and Returning to Void realm, one transforms between real and unreal, transcending the fetters of life and death, breaking the limits of physical laws.

This Youquan Dao Domain defines my Dao, my domain, my body.

You are within my heavenly realm, trapped by my Qiankun rules—how could you possibly shatter this heaven, annihilate this path, harm my body?

Don’t believe? Cut then, cut and show me."

Chen Xuantian remained silent, unable to speak, emotionless as he swung his sword, without the slightest hesitation or doubt.

For hesitation and fear were useless.

Because he knew Youquan was right.

Because the truth was before his eyes; challenging across realms was impossible, a true gap of realms meant no damage could be inflicted at all.

In the previous illusory or not illusory realm, Chen Xuantian’s sword could still penetrate, because in essence, Tang Xian’er was merely a Nascent Soul.

But now, here, in this Black Coffin of Youquan, Abyss Demon Realm.

His sword, no matter how fierce, his Dao, no matter how strong, his force, no matter how great, could not break this heaven, shatter this earth, break this path.

Ding ding clang clang, ping ping pong pong, dragon roars and tiger growls, fire and water in harmony, swordblade storm, ineffective against Youquan.

Just like how a two-dimensional line, no matter how long, cannot touch a three-dimensional point, a mundane sword, no matter how sharp, cannot slice open the demon domain sky.

A full force sword strike, slashing on the body, merely scraped off the exterior layer belonging to ’Tang Xian’er.’

Yet beneath this person’s skin sack lay a demon body that had long since grown, resembling fish scales and serpentine skin seen in dreams from a thousand years ago.

Yes, Tang Xian’er had long since perished.

This moment, here, now, was but a vessel chosen by, transformed by, and awakened by Youquan.

The skin covering it, the facial disguise, was in truth, an already demonized Dao Body.

Now the Sword Wind caressed, Blood Qi surged, tearing apart these layers of disguise, extinguishing these infinite illusions,