Dao Zenithel Ming Jian? Ancestral Saint Eastmoon's pupils constricted as he spotted the white-robed figure hovering in the void. Even as a faction leader, he felt a chill of trepidation facing this unfathomable Spacetime Dao Master, especially when he glimpsed that divine sword floating above Ming Jian's head, appearing both real and illusory. Ming Jian's Xuanhuang Dao Treasure? The thought flashed through Eastmoon's mind. When the Chaos Nuclei had emerged, the Creation Origin Armor's spirit had proclaimed that "True Saint Ming Jian possesses a Xuanhuang Dao Treasure”. This news had spread throughout the endless cosmic sea, reaching all major factions. Eastmoon knew this as well, but Ming Jian remained far too mysterious. No one knew when he had reached the Dao Zenithel stage, let alone anything about his Xuanhuang Dao Treasure. Even Dao Zenithel Wan Yu, who could sense such treasures through the Eternal Register, had never pursued Ming Jian precisely because he couldn't detect it. The white-robed figure emerging from the void fixed Ancestral Saint Eastmoon with an unwavering stare. Originally, I had planned to eliminate Dong Huo. Wu Yuan mused inwardly, his mind calm. But he's been playing it safe, staying close to Dao Zenithel Wan Yu. Any attempt on his life would certainly prompt Wan Yu's intervention. As for targeting Wan Yu himself? With the Eternal Register's protection, killing him would be nearly impossible. If it were that simple, the Heavenly Imperator and Eldritch Progenitor Hou Tu would have done so long ago. Dao Zenithel Bai Lian wasn't the main culprit, and her Dream World likely made her soul defenses stronger than average. Most crucially, Ancestral Saint Eastmoon had actively pursued Wu Yuan's body refiner self, ending up farthest from the other leaders. "Eldritch Progenitor Hou Tu, Dao Zenithel Fu You, Eldritch Progenitor Zhu Rong, Eldritch Progenitor Gong Gong, do your utmost to keep them occupied." Wu Yuan's voice resonated in the minds of the Eldritch Court's Dao Zenithels. The Eldritch Court's Dao Zenithels responded instantly. Ming Jian's appearance signaled that the hunt had officially begun. They knew physical attacks alone couldn't slay a Dao Zenithel—only psyche weapon attacks stood a chance. "This sword is a psyche weapon?" Eastmoon's cold laughter echoed through the void. "It's long been rumored that the Spacetime Dao Master cultivates both psyche weapons and psyche dreams, with a combat style reminiscent of Goddess Nüwa in her prime. But even if Goddess Nüwa herself returned, there’s no guarantee that she can slay me with a psyche weapon. What makes you think you can do it?" The white-robed figure remained silent, his cold stare fixed on Eastmoon. Above his head, the vast expanse of void was completely revealed. Galactic clusters, stars, black holes, great worlds, and countless living beings appeared. Innumerable silhouettes enveloped endless spacetime, yet didn't affect it in the slightest, as if projected from another dimension into this world. The white-robed figure stood within it, seeming both real and illusory, like the supreme being of a vast megaverse, exuding an inexplicable aura of authority. The divine sword fully manifested from the Dream Megaverse, the essence of the entire megaverse condensed into it. Dreams were illusory, only the sword was real. The sword's tip pointed directly at Ancestral Saint Eastmoon. As the Samsara Sword was fully revealed, all Dao Zenithels across spacetime felt a shadow fall over their hearts, causing them to tremble involuntarily. This wasn't fear—with their willpower, they would never cower before battle. This was their Yuan Souls instinctively tensing before a natural predator. "A Xuanhuang Dao Treasure?" Dao Zenithel Wan Yu and Imperial Majesty Dong Huo watched from afar, their expressions shifting. It's a Xuanhuang Dao Treasure of the Spacetime lineage. Wan Yu murmured, staring intently at it. A psyche weapon? A soul extinguishing-type Dao Treasure? Is he another Goddess Nüwa? He couldn't help but think of Goddess Nüwa. Though she had departed for a faraway place long before his rise, he had gained a deep understanding of her through their mutual resonance as fellow Ancestral Pagoda Archons. Wu Yuan finally reached this step. Can he succeed? Eldritch Progenitor Hou Tu looked on. Back then, Goddess Nüwa also opened a Dream Megaverse, combining it with her Xuanhuang Dao Treasure to sweep aside all competition in the cosmic sea. She slew those Dao Zenithels who challenged her one after another, establishing humanity's supreme status. The sword gave her a slightly foreboding feeling, meaning that if she faced this sword strike, even she couldn't emerge unscathed. All Dao Zenithels present sensed the Samsara Sword's terrifying power. Flee! Despite his confidence, when Ancestral Saint Eastmoon’s expression finally changed when he saw the fully manifested Samsara Sword. Immediately, he attempted to escape. "Flee?" Wu Yuan's body refiner self swung his saber, unleashing blade rays like a torrent to entangle Eastmoon. "Void of Flame and Tides." Eldritch Progenitors Zhu Rong and Gong Gong jointly deployed their domain ultimate technique, exerting full force to suppress Eastmoon. Their domains had little effect on a Full Dao Zenithel, but they still played a role. The key was Wu Yuan's body refiner self, who focused solely on attack without defense, fully committing to restraining Ancestral Saint Eastmoon and reducing his speed by over seventy percent. "Get lost!" Eastmoon struggled desperately to break free, but his attacks were easily withstood by Wu Yuan's body refiner self. Finally, a streak of sword light flashed across the void, silently traversing the vast expanse of space. As this strike cleaved through heaven and earth, the Dream Megaverse that had enveloped endless spacetime began to contract frantically, surging madly toward the sword. Limitless power converged, causing the Samsara Sword's might to surge. As the entire Dream Megaverse was concentrated into the sword, the Samsara Sword’s form turned blurry, and its power reached its zenith. Only with the Dream Megaverse as a foundation could it unleash its full might. Sword enters samsara. Wu Yuan's qi refiner self murmured, having given his all in this strike. This was his first time unleashing such a killing move. The Samsara Sword's power exceeded imagination, but the toll on his psyche power was equally unimaginable. This single strike consumed over sixty percent of his psyche power, leaving his mind reeling with waves of fatigue. Using the Xuanhuang Dao Treasure consumes my essence power? Wu Yuan realized. After this battle, my qi refiner self will need to sleep for some time to recover. Now everything depended on this sword strike. The Dream Megaverse's contraction seemed both slow and incredibly fast, a paradox visible to all Dao Zenithels. In the next instant, that streak of sword light ignored all physical matter, bypassing Eastmoon's battle armor and the moonlight swirling around his body, and directly entered his towering divine body. A trace of agony crossed Eastmoon's face. For someone with the willpower of a Dao Zenithel to show such pain—one could only imagine how terrifying this strike must be. "No!! My soul essence!" Eastmoon seemed to go mad. He could sense the black sword light piercing directly into his soul essence, like a scorching flame thrown onto coal, igniting it instantly and burning unceasingly. Even exerting all his power, he couldn't stop it. Visible to all, Ancestral Saint Eastmoon's towering divine body began crumbling layer by layer, suddenly shattering into countless motes of light that scattered in all directions. He had voluntarily dispersed his divine body, splitting his soul essence in an attempt to halt the erosion. Hiss~ Hiss~ His soul essence continued to be eroded, his vital aura rapidly declining. The various Dao Zenithels watched in shock, many looking at that white-robed figure with traces of terror. If even Ancestral Saint Eastmoon fared so poorly, how could mere Standard Dao Zenithels hope to withstand it? "This is...?" The Dao Zenithels of the Eastmoon Megaverse felt fear rising, worried about their leader's fall. "Eastmoon." Dao Zenithel Wan Yu attempted a rescue. "Wan Yu, stay put!" Eldritch Progenitor Hou Tu moved. Six wheels of light revolved around her, their power shaking heaven and earth, emitting dazzling light that easily trapped Wan Yu, leaving him momentarily unable to break free. Alas! You can only rely on yourself now. Wan Yu sighed, his mind tremendously shaken. The result of using a Xuanhuang Dao Treasure as a psyche weapon to unleash a killing move exceeded his imagination. He had heard tales of Goddess Nüwa’s strength in the past. But today, through Ming Jian, he finally understood what level she had truly reached. Now, no one could stop Wu Yuan. All the Dao Zenithels were entangled by the Eldritch Court's forces. "Die!" Wu Yuan's body refiner self streaked across the void, pouncing to attack. The nine sabers in his hands moved like nine phantoms, frantically bombarding Eastmoon again and again. Each blade ray was imbued with extreme power, rivaling Imperial Majesty Dong Huo's spear techniques. Official source ıs 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✦𝘧𝙞𝙧𝙚✦𝕟𝕖𝕥 "No!" Though Eastmoon's soul essence was greatly eroded and cracks were appearing in his Eternal Psyche, he was still a faction leader after all. His consciousness remained clear enough to sense the incoming blade rays. In a one-on-one battle, he could fend them off easily. But now? He could barely focus his consciousness. Even when he managed to control his artifacts to defend, they were easily shattered by Wu Yuan. The fierce blade rays struck his head, chest, and neck, sending him flying back repeatedly, continuously aggravating the injuries to his Eternal Psyche. In direct confrontation, Wu Yuan's body refiner self already had the upper hand. Now, it was utterly one-sided. Ancestral Saint Eastmoon felt the destructive soul power within him finally dissipate completely. Over eighty percent of my soul essence has been annihilated? Just a bit more, and I would have been killed by Ming Jian's sword strike? Eastmoon's heart trembled. He had never been in such a desperate situation before, even when crossing swords with Eldritch Progenitor Hou Tu or dueling Great Emperor Yan Tuo. Moreover, Eastmoon knew he wasn't safe; he had merely delayed the inevitable. Upon sensing that the Samsara Sword had returned to the Dream Megaverse, its psyche power completely exhausted, Wu Yuan wasn't surprised. His qi refiner self had only recently broken through and had yet to research a truly perfect killing technique to match the Samsara Sword. Killing lesser Dao Zenithels would be easy, but Eastmoon was the leader of a major power. Wu Yuan's body refiner self continued his frantic assault, focusing solely on attacking, disregarding Eastmoon's struggles. Blade rays surged like tides, specifically targeting his divine body, pummeling his Chaos Treasure battle armor, causing Eastmoon's aura to weaken further. Eastmoon hadn't consumed much mana. But with most of his soul essence annihilated, he couldn't control the full mana he possessed. His strength was reduced to less than thirty percent, merely matching Dao Zenithel Mo Wu, leaving him helpless against Wu Yuan's onslaught. The critical damage was to his Eternal Psyche. It was covered in cracks, with several ghastly fissures that couldn't be mended quickly. "Wu Yuan, I concede! Spare me, and I'm willing to pay the price of ten Chaos Treasures," Eastmoon frantically transmitted. "This time, even if you kill me, I can still revive. You won’t get a chance next time. You may kill me, but what about the many True Saints and Saints of your Eldritch Court?" "Revive?" Wu Yuan's voice turned ice-cold. "For daring to covet my treasures, you deserve death! You can revive once, but can you revive ten times? A hundred times? I'll eventually kill you for good." With that, Ancestral Saint Eastmoon's last glimmer of hope was extinguished. At their level, a second was enough for them to communicate billions of times without affecting the battle. "Remember! After you revive, hand over ten Chaos Treasures, and only then will this matter be settled. Otherwise, the grudge remains," Wu Yuan said coldly. Eastmoon's eyes widened, hardly believing his ears. Not only did Wu Yuan want to kill him today, but he also demanded that he bow his head and apologize after reviving. Unbeknownst to him, this was just Wu Yuan's style—always clearly distinguishing between gratitude and grudges. "Fall!" Wu Yuan's body refiner self pressed his attack. Despite Eastmoon's struggles, his diminished strength and severe injuries left him helpless against Wu Yuan's endless strikes. He tried to flee but remained completely trapped. As his Eternal Psyche further shattered, Wu Yuan suddenly flipped his palm. It expanded rapidly, as if a vast heaven and earth were pressing down. He was intending to capture Eastmoon alive. "Explode!" Eastmoon roared in desperation, finally choosing to self-detonate. The terrifying shockwaves swept out in all directions. Yet such a self-detonation was merely equivalent to a full-powered attack from Dao Zenithel Wan Yu, easily blocked by Wu Yuan. Ancestral Saint Eastmoon had fallen. He had quite a few Chaos Treasures. Wu Yuan waved his hand, collecting all the treasures Eastmoon dropped. After a brief inspection, Wu Yuan made a quick calculation. The total estimated worth is about a dozen or so Chaos Treasures. This was certainly not all of Eastmoon's treasures, just the weapons and artifacts he carried. Most of his treasures remained in the Eastmoon Megaverse.