Almost at the same moment, the child revealed a radiant smile.
His small body erupted with an intense earthy-yellow glow—the most primordial power within him, the core essence of the mountain-spirit he was born from.
Without the slightest hesitation, he poured that vast earth essence—accumulated over countless years—into a thick yellow torrent that followed Xuan Chengzi’s azure beam, merging into it and surging forward together.
The two streams—one containing Xuan Chengzi’s lifetime cultivation, life origin, and divine soul flame, and the other containing the child’s purest mountain-spirit earth origin—rushed madly and without reservation into Dustin, who was buried beneath the ruins.
“No!!”
The demonized Ao Kun roared in fury and shock.
His dragon claw slammed down fiercely, but only shattered the rapidly fading afterimages that Xuan Chengzi and the child had left behind.
Their bodies, after offering up everything, had already turned into pure energy particles and scattered into the world. Only a few specks of blue-yellow light remained, like fireflies, silently testifying that they once existed.
They sacrificed themselves, returning their souls to heaven and earth.
At the same time, the ruins burying Dustin suddenly exploded!
A vast, indescribable aura surged outward—like an ancient primordial sovereign awakening after endless ages.
A dazzling seven-colored immortal light shot into the sky, scattering the demonic energy and killing intent, illuminating the shattered Penglai Immortal Palace as though it were midday!
Within that immortal radiance, Dustin slowly rose.
He still wore his white robes, spotless and immaculate. All his earlier injuries had vanished completely. His aura was deep as the ocean, vast as the stars.
His eyes no longer held the sharpness of a sword cultivator. Instead, they carried a detached, commanding solemnity—like one who overlooked all beings and comprehended the origins of all creation.
A faint swirl of primal chaos surrounded him, as though with a mere gesture, he could stir the laws of the heavens and remake the world.
He felt the raging, boundless power inside him—far surpassing anything he had imagined. It was the final gift Xuan Chengzi and the child had given him, paid with their lives—two powers of heaven and earth, alike yet different, now perfectly fused within him.
Pushed by this unstoppable force, the bottleneck that had trapped him for so long shattered with a thunderous breakthrough.
He stepped into a realm spoken of only in legends.
The true Immortal Realm.
His gaze calmly fell upon the demonized Ao Kun, whose expression flickered with disbelief—and even fear.
Dustin slowly raised his hand.
No sword.
Just two fingers extended like a blade, pressing downward.
“Suppress.”
His words shaped reality.
A gigantic seven-colored sigil—woven from the very laws of heaven—materialized instantly above Ao Kun’s head, blotting out the sky, and slowly pressed downward with divine authority.
“ROAR! I am the Sovereign of Ten Thousand Demons! How could I—!”
Ao Kun’s furious roar shook the heavens. Demonic energy erupted wildly, black dragon claws tore space apart, and dark-red breath scorched everything as he desperately tried to resist the sigil.
But before the human-immortal laws and the sacrificial will of the two guardians, all his power was meaningless.
The demonic energy evaporated like frost in sunlight.
His dragon claws shattered upon touching the sigil.
His breath was purified and absorbed instantly.
The seven-colored sigil descended like the execution blade of heaven itself—unstoppable—branding itself onto Ao Kun’s forehead.
“AAAHHH!!!”
Ao Kun screamed in agony. His massive demonic body trembled violently, shrinking and twisting under the crushing force.
Black dragon scales fell off in sheets, revealing rotting flesh beneath.
The bulge on his forehead burst open, oozing foul blood.
His fleshy wings snapped apart piece by piece.
The overwhelming demonic energy inside him spilled out like a pierced balloon, rapidly dissipating and being purified.
At last, with a final roar filled with hatred and despair, Ao Kun’s monstrous form collapsed completely, returning to human shape. His body was charred black, his breaths weak and shallow. He lay sprawled on the ground, pinned motionless beneath the seven-colored sigil.
The chaotic dragon essences he forcibly devoured were also being purified and dissolved.
The Immortal descends; the Demon is suppressed.
Victory in a single decisive strike!
Above the ruined immortal palace, only Dustin remained standing—radiant with immortal light—while Ao Kun lay beneath him like a dead dog, pinned into the dirt.
The seven-colored sigil slowly rotated, emanating majestic divine authority, suppressing Ao Kun completely atop the shattered ruins.
The once arrogant dragon who tried to devour his fellow cultivators and turn into a demonic creature now lay there like a prisoner nailed to a pillar of shame—burnt, broken, and barely breathing.
Only the occasional twitch of his body and faint, meaningless wheezing proved he was still alive—still suffering beneath the sigil’s purifying and suppressive power.
The overwhelming demonic aura that had filled the air gradually faded.
The violent dragon essence dispersed.
The suffocating pressure evaporated at last.
All that remained was the devastated battlefield, drifting smoke and dust, and a faint, tragic solemnity. - Vivek
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