Chapter 279 - 278: Demon Kings (5)

"Domain of the Thousand-Fold Labyrinth!"

The space around Lin Yuan instantly warped, multiplying and fracturing into a thousand overlapping dimensions. It was an attack that had kept two Void Refinement Emperors at bay, designed to perfectly isolate and crush a cultivator’s mind while invisible spatial blades diced their physical body.

Lin Yuan immediately closed his eyes. The time for physical brawling was over.

He tapped into the absolute, unfathomable core of his being, and unleashed his Primordial Spirit.

Wooooom!

The sky did not just shake; it conceptually bowed. A blinding, terrifying tri-colored light—black, white, and crimson—erupted from Lin Yuan’s body, completely eclipsing the sunlight and the purple miasma of the Hollow Beyond.

The Dao of Three Rebirths.

From Lin Yuan’s back, a colossal, god-like avatar forged of pure Origin Energy violently materialized into the physical plane. It was infinitely denser and more realized than it had been in the Nine-Tiered Sky. Bathed in the tri-colored light of the three rebirth, the avatar possessed six massive, ethereal arms that stretched out into the void, their palms inscribed with the swirling, cosmic runes of life, death, and rebirth.

Origin Dao Spell: Six Arms of Reincarnation!

"What... what is that?!" Mo Du gasped, his plague domain physically retreating from the tri-colored light as if the shadows themselves were terrified of the illumination.

"Origin Energy?!" Qian Yan shrieked, his thousand eyes widening in sheer panic. "He wields the Origin Path that leads to Reincarnation?! How can a human have such power?!"

Lin Yuan did not answer their questions. He simply raised his right hand and made a slow, deliberate grasping motion.

Above him, the colossal avatar mirrored the movement. Two of the massive, ethereal arms shot to the left, plunging directly into the heart of Qian Yan’s overlapping spatial labyrinth.

The Eagle Demon King expected the spatial blades to halt the arms. But the ethereal hands grabbed the very fabric of the Thousand-Fold Labyrinth. With a sickening tearing sound, Lin Yuan’s avatar literally ripped the overlapping dimensions apart, shredding the Eagle Demon King’s supreme domain like wet paper.

Qian Yan screamed, a thousand voices harmonizing in absolute agony as the backlash of his destroyed domain ruptured his demonic core.

Simultaneously, the avatar’s next two arms shot to the right. They plunged directly into Mo Du’s swirling storm of necrotic plague shadows.

"Eat him! Consume his Origin!" Mo Du frantically commanded, throwing the entirety of his Demon King’s power at the descending hands.

The shadows swarmed the ethereal limbs, but the moment they touched the tri-colored light of the Three Rebirths, they were instantly, and violently purified. The cycle of reincarnation unconditionally stripped the rotting malice from the shadows, returning them to pure, harmless ambient Qi.

The massive hands bypassed the plague entirely, closing around the Rat Demon King’s hunched, wretched body.

"No! Wait! I yield!" Mo Du shrieked, his bones grinding under the crushing grip of the ethereal fingers.

Lin Yuan slowly closed both of his physical fists.

The avatar executed the command.

The two arms holding Mo Du squeezed shut. The Rat Demon King, a Demon King, comparable to an Early Void Refinement cultivator, a terror from the Hollow Beyond, was instantly crushed into a speck of absolute nothingness. There was no explosion, no lingering blood. The cycle of three rebirths simply forced his corrupted soul to return to the void, completely erasing his existence from the universe.

At the exact same moment, the final two arms of the avatar descended upon the staggering, bleeding form of Qian Yan.

The Eagle Demon King looked up at the massive, descending palms, his thousand golden eyes reflecting the absolute, inescapable truth of his own death.

"The Hollow Beyond... will remember this," Qian Yan hissed, his final words laced with a desperate, pathetic curse.

CRACK-BOOOOM!

The ethereal palms clapped together, catching the Eagle Demon King perfectly between them. The sheer, overwhelming weight of the Origin Dao annihilated his metallic feathers, shattered his demonic core, and pulverized his soul.

When the avatar slowly pulled its hands apart, there was absolutely nothing left.

The sky above the Central Continent was completely, utterly silent.

The necrotic plague was gone. The overlapping spatial illusions were erased. The three Early Void Refinement Demon Kings, entities that had threatened to conquer the Nine Provinces and butcher millions, had been casually exterminated in less than two minutes.

Lin Yuan stood hovering in the clear air, his True Elemental Body radiating a profound, unshakeable calm. The colossal, six-armed avatar slowly dissolved into wisps of tri-colored light, retreating seamlessly back into his flawless Primordial Spirit.

A few hundred yards away, the Four Emperors floated in the void, their weapons lowered, their Void Refinement auras trembling with a mixture of absolute awe, and profound relief.

They had just witnessed a man at the Early Stage of Soul Transformation physically grab the domains of demon kings and rip them apart with his bare spiritual hands. They had watched him weaponize the path to the cycle of reincarnation itself.

Emperor Tianxu lowered his hands, the golden light of his Qilin aura fading as he stared at Lin Yuan.

"The Six Arms of Reincarnation," Emperor Tianxu whispered, the words carrying across the silent sky. "He used it against the phantom in the pagoda... but to see it deployed against true, living Demon Kings... It is absolute."

Emperor Xiyan flew up to join them, his White Tiger blade resting on his shoulder, his chest heaving. He looked at the empty space where the two Demon Kings had just been erased.

"Only at the Early Stage of Soul Transformation, yet he is already capable of this? With the Dao of Three Rebirths and a True Elemental Body that has opened all five of the Five Great Secret Realms, there is no Demon King who can match Lin Yuan!"

Lin Yuan turned slowly in the air, his deep purple eyes sweeping over the Five Emperors. He did not ask for their praise. He simply looked up at the bleeding, jagged purple fissure that remained torn open in the firmament.

The Demon Kings were dead, but the door was still open. The true, endless abyss of the Hollow Beyond still waited on the other side, and Lin Yuan knew that the survival of the Nine Provinces rested entirely upon the sealing the Hollow Beyond.