Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

"Force! Force! Force! Force! Force!"

Upon the icy and desolate Star Road, the Taoist suddenly tilted his head back and let out a furious roar at the heavens.

From Yi Chen's body exploded wave after wave of Extreme Flame, as fine and intricate as tightly woven cords. They shredded the robes on his upper body, exposing his strong and muscular physique.

The Extreme Flame coiled and swirled, illuminating his terrifying body.

Each defined line of his form was impossibly perfect, as though it embodied the concept of strength itself, a manifestation of the Dao and its principles.

Just a single glance could fill the viewer's heart with an overwhelming sense of power.

The Taoist's hair began to grow wildly, turning a silvery white, resembling strands of metal stretched and tempered countless times. A strange, otherworldly brilliance flickered amidst it, ceasing only when the hair reached waist-length.

Horrifying flares of pure white fire erupted outward violently, spreading tens of thousands of miles in less than the span of three breaths, scorching the surrounding void until it wavered and distorted.

Yi Chengzi. Yi Chengzi. The Shocking Pure Yang Yi Chengzi. With the return of his Three Corpse Primordial Spirits, he elevated his cultivation to an inconceivable pinnacle, a level so overwhelmingly powerful it was terrifying. His fury now matched his strength—utterly staggering.

The pure Extreme Flame sealed heaven and locked earth. Centered on the Taoist, the surrounding space within a million miles was completely sealed, leaving not even the tiniest of gaps.

"Scram! Asna, get the hell out, now!"

Yi Chen's eyes hardened, a deadly gleam flashing through them.

With an enraged shout, a peculiar surge of gravitational force burst up from beneath where he stood.

This was the combined might of the Magnetic Field Dao Fruit and the Gravity Dao Fruit.

The convergence of these two powers was what emboldened Yi Chen to strike so decisively in this moment.

At that instant, as if sensing impending peril, the silvery white square-shaped mark on the back of Yi Chen's hand began to ripple like a swimming fish, darting frantically around his body in its final desperate bid—

trying to evade the doom that was closing in.

Amidst the blazing white light, under the overwhelming pressure of the Extreme Origin Fire, the Gaze Mark left deep within Yi Chen's Sea of Consciousness by Asna's hidden avatar finally began to reveal itself.

Yi Chen's approach was crude and brutally straightforward. Relying on his unparalleled physical body, he commenced a savage purge.

"Run? Where do you think you can run?"

"Run to your damn mother's grave, you bastard!"

Watching the silvery white square-shaped mark stream across his body like a flash of flowing light, eluding capture after endless pursuits, a twisted, feral light flashed in the Taoist's eyes.

Cruelty towards others isn't real courage. True bravery is being merciless towards oneself!

Without hesitation, the Taoist suddenly transformed his open hand into claws and began ruthlessly raking wherever the silvery mark appeared.

Snap, snap, snap~

Each stroke of his claws flung chunks of his own flesh, torn savagely from his body.

He appeared utterly deranged, mutilating himself as though the flesh he was clawing away did not even belong to him.

Miao Zi, hearing the commotion, cautiously peeked its small head out from the Spirit Beast Bag, visibly shaken. Glancing upward nervously—

it saw its State Preceptor father in a frenzied state, his aura so overwhelming it surpassed all limits of what it could comprehend.

What was even more horrifying was that its father's face had plunged into complete and utter darkness—a darkness so profound that not even the firelight of the Extreme Origin Flame could penetrate it.

Or rather, it was as though all light approaching its father's face was captured and suppressed by some alien force, forming a true vacuum of energy.

Only his father's eyes, exposed within the inky blackness, glowed with a fearsome white light.

Within those ghostly eyes swirled an incomprehensible and terrifying mixture of emotions:

calmness, madness, passion, coldness, savagery, compassion, treachery, righteousness—conflicting threads coiling into an unfathomable chaos.

Too terrifying.

Too intense.

"Roar, as expected of my father, the great Sang Biao!"

A glimmer of awe and reverence flashed through Miao Zi's gaze before it quietly withdrew its head back into the Spirit Beast Bag.

It was currently residing within a top-tier Spirit Beast Bag, crafted by the combined efforts of the greatest artifact refiners from both the Great Qin and the Human Realm's sects. Compared to the small, refined Spirit Beast Bag that Yi Chen previously used—this one was far superior in every conceivable way. This was why Miao Zi could accompany Yi Chen onto this Star Road.

"Hahaha, run! Run, little mouse! Run for your life!"

"If you're just a little slower, I'll catch you, oh yes I will."

"Little mouse, climbing high platforms, stealing oil, slipping do—gotcha, you idiot."

The Taoist's maniacal laughter abruptly ceased, his wild madness congealing into a look of triumph.

At that moment, his massive hand plunged into his own chest without hesitation, utterly disregarding the grievous injury, as he tore out a bloody chunk of flesh—

Blood spurted forth, but before it could spread, it was instantly licked clean by terrifying tongues of fire, vaporized on contact.

Damn it, that wasn't just an ordinary chunk of flesh; it was a beating heart.

In the Taoist's hand—his still-throbbing heart—curled up trembling within its contours, was a tiny, shivering, square-shaped mark.

Wrapped entirely in the limitless light of Extreme Origin Fire, the heart was encased in a white shell of flame, totally sealed and imprisoned.

"Hahaha! Die, Asna! Kill Yi Chengzi? No way in hell!"

"Because Yi Chengzi is just that intense, just that powerful, you damn bastard!"

When you wield the unstoppable might of a supreme Martial God, you can look down upon the heavens and earth. In such moments, an unmatched arrogance and tyrant thoughts will burst forth unbidden.

Without a shred of contemplation, words filled with unrelenting force erupted from Yi Chen's mouth as naturally as the steam from boiling water.

As his resolute words rang out, the pure Extreme Flames filling the void for a million miles compressed and rushed toward Yi Chen's palm, collapsing inwards.