Chapter 62: Taiyin, the Dark Evolver

A sneer full of disdain and mockery suddenly rang out from within the swirling fragments of time and the crimson mist of blood.

"Are you finished? It is my turn!"

"Not good!" Sensing the anomaly hidden within the temporal shards, Supreme Xiaoyao let out a thunderous roar. "Fall back, quickly!"

All five Supremes instantly blasted backward across a million light-years.

Yet, it was already too late!

The sea of blood, seemingly sealed and partitioned among the numerous fragments of time, began to disintegrate, transforming into rolling billows of nether qi that filled the void.

What did it matter if time itself was shattered into fragments?

Countless fragments of the Taiyin Moon Blades slashed outward, spitting points of blade light that resembled pure moonlight.

Layer upon layer of minuscule blade lights directly tore through the spacetime fragments that had locked them down, swirling the crimson blood mist and dense nether qi right into their vortex.

Possessing a life of their own, the bloody blade lights gnawed at one another like sharp teeth, condensing into a single entity.

Forged into blades from blood and nether qi, numerous dark red lunar crescents—resembling a massive, tooth-filled maw—silently tore open spacetime and clamped down onto one half of the Light and Darkness Supreme's skull.

Crunch, crunch...

The maw formed by those numerous dark-red lunar crescents chewed upon that half-skull, sending blood and brain matter splashing in all directions.

Quickly reforming his physical form, the Light and Darkness Supreme joined the other four Supremes in staring at this scene with expressions of extreme grimness.

Moments later, the dark red lunar crescents effortlessly reassembled into the physical body of Taiyin.

Only, his teeth were still chewing, the bones between his lips grinding together with a crunching sound as blood and brain matter spilled from the corners of his mouth.

"Hahahaha!" Swallowing the flesh and blood in his mouth, a wild, unbridled laugh echoed across the firmament.

Licking his lips and satisfyingly savoring this delicacy, he intoned with a sinister grin:

"Do you still not understand?"

"This was never you hunting me down—it was me hunting all of you!"

"I am going to devour all five of you as a magnificent feast!"

Boom, boom, boom!

The Universe-Collapsing Secret Art was unleashed in rapid succession, a hundred times, a thousand times, battering relentlessly against that hideous, smiling face.

The Light and Darkness Supreme shouted, "Everyone, use whatever ultimate trump cards you have left, all at once!"

"Otherwise, we will all die right here!"

"Heh!" Just as the Light and Darkness Supreme began chanting a secret technique once more, a giggling whisper brushed against his ear, causing the alarm bells in his primordial spirit to clang wildly.

"What..." With a squelch, an ink-black, razor-sharp claw emerged from the shadow behind him, piercing straight through his chest, ripping his heart out alive, and tossing it straight into a gaping, dark maw to be chewed voraciously.

Licking the blood from his palms, 'Taiyin' spoke with an eerie, chilling tone:

"Do you still not understand?"

With a single slash of his Taiyin Moon Blade, the Light and Darkness Supreme's weapon of enlightenment, along with the primordial spirit it protected, was cleanly cleaved in two without the slightest obstruction.

"Just now, I wasn't fighting you at all. I was merely toying with you."

The dark-red blood-moon blade light sprouted fangs and talons, clamping down fiercely onto the two halves of the fleeing primordial spirit, dragging them—amidst their furious, desperate struggles—into that gaping mouth awash with a bloody glow.

Crunch, crunch...

Amidst that hair-raising chewing sound came the final, enraged roar of the Light and Darkness Supreme's primordial spirit.

Witnessing this, an icy chill gripped the hearts of the remaining four Supremes.

Supreme Xiaoyao, who in the past had prolonged his life by seizing the body of an enlightenment-seeker and fusing the latter's primordial spirit with his own, suddenly felt a strange and haunting sense of familiarity.

It was the jarring dissonance of foreign elements mingling within an original primordial spirit.

He roared at the top of his lungs, "You are not Taiyin! What on earth are you?!"

"Ha?" The dark wisps in the eyes of 'Taiyin' grew even denser.

He let out a derisive scoff. "If I am not Taiyin, then who else could I possibly be?"

In a flash, a streak of blade light swept past. The Reincarnation Lord's Feathered Immortal Gold Armor was instantly torn asunder, and one of his legs was tossed straight into that mouth to be chewed.

Accompanied by peals of wild laughter and the sound of chewing, slash after slash—as if butchering meat upon a dining table—snuffed out the life of the Reincarnation Lord.

Even though Supreme Changsheng, Supreme Xiaoyao, and the Corpse Emperor had all realized something was amiss and attempted to flee, there was nowhere left to run.

As time flowed on, the vital blood previously used to set up the formation continued to drain away, sealing the ten-million-light-year-wide enclosed space tighter and tighter.

Seeing no path to survival, they attempted self-detonation, only to be forcefully suppressed by the overwhelming might of the 'Taiyin Emperor Seal' that presided over the formation.

In the end, filled with lingering doubt and bitter reluctance, they were swallowed whole by the monster wearing Taiyin's face!

A deep sense of fulfillment—satisfying both his appetite and his bloodlust—welcomed itself into the depths of 'Taiyin's' primordial spirit.

He laughed with joyous abandon, letting the blood of the Supremes drip down his body as he savored the lingering aftertaste of this feast.

The flesh and blood of Supremes was simply too exquisite; he could hardly wait.

He could not wait to devour all the remaining Supremes across the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, allowing himself to undergo a brand-new evolution!

"Um..."

A gentle, youthful voice suddenly rang out, capturing 'Taiyin's' attention.

Fang Zheng, having just flown over to collect a dropped item, held up a cyan helmet-like object in his hand and let out a happy laugh.

"To celebrate me getting a drop and being able to get infinite helmets and materials from now on, would you like a drink?"

"Huh?" The manic smile on 'Taiyin's' face froze. Regaining his composure a fraction of a second later, he rubbed his face, replacing his expression with a warm, approachable smile.

"Ah, of course, little friend Fang Zheng. How about we head back together and drink deeply to celebrate?"

Unlike his attitude toward the Supremes just moments ago, his demeanor toward this ugly, blocky humanoid was now exceptionally warm and polite, entirely devoid of the previous brutal tyranny.

After all, this bizarre, blocky humanoid treasure was a supreme creation of unimaginable fortune.

It possessed heaven-defying abilities: it could resurrect the lingering obsessions of powerhouses out of thin air, provide an endlessly flowing supply of Supreme blood, and forge indestructible bedrock.

And now, it had even managed to acquire "dropped items" after killing a Supreme.

In other words, Feathered Blue Gold—one of the Nine Great Immortal Golds, capable of bearing Ultimate Dao Laws, forging Ultimate Dao Weapons, and deemed exceedingly precious and rare even among Supremes—might very well become infinitely producible as well.

Greed welled up within 'Taiyin's' heart.

He harbored a grand ambition.

He would use this strange, blocky humanoid—this supreme treasure of fortune—to gather all Nine Great Immortal Golds and various rare divine materials. Utilizing the infinitely supplied Supreme blood as fuel, he would craft a warship capable of sailing across the Boundary Sea and conquering the heavens!

Taking advantage of the opening of the Immortal Road, he would first conquer the Immortal Realm fragments, then explore other worlds, and ride the momentum of this supreme treasure of fortune to become the Lord of the Boundary Sea!

To reap, and to destroy!

Therefore, until he found a way to completely refine and master it, 'Taiyin' still needed to slightly pander to the demands of the deity residing within the artifact.

Although this thing's personality was childish and ridiculous, and conversing with it made 'Taiyin' feel impatient, enduring such trivial matters for the sake of his grand enterprise was utterly insignificant.

Fang Zheng smiled and said, "Since you just beat those bad guys to death, let's celebrate with a glass of milk."

Immediately, a bucket of milk was placed inside the chest controlled by 'Taiyin'.

"Milk? This ridiculous artifact spirit is truly childish—he actually likes drinking milk."

Holding the iron bucket of pixelated 'milk' composed of little blocks, 'Taiyin' felt slightly speechless. Yet, in order to gain as much favor as possible from the deity of the creation treasure, he drank it anyway.

Crunch, crunch. Following the sound effect, although there was still no sensation of actually swallowing liquid, the white color inside the pixelated iron bucket had vanished.

In the very next frame, excruciating agony—tearing at both his physical body and his primordial spirit—engulfed 'Taiyin's' mind and body.

His imperial physique, which had suffered virtually no real damage throughout the battle, suddenly disintegrated entirely into a mist of blood.

As if something had been violently ripped away from the deepest, most primordial recesses of his bloodline, his entire body began to collapse.

His primordial spirit shattered directly, transforming into countless points of light that exploded with a deafening roar.