Ancient and mysterious, with the circulation of the Five Elements and the fusion of array formations, the Taixu God-Slaying Sword’s light flared violently, like a river from the heavens pouring down, and slashed downwards.

The Blood Slaughter Blade, condensed from the remnant god’s blood, shattered inch by inch the moment it met the sword. The path of slaughter, cruelty, killing, deathly silence, and the extinction of humanity within it was strangled by Ink Painting’s sword path and ultimately crushed directly by the ancient, vast Taixu sword intent.

In the end, the Blood Blade collapsed.

The momentum of the majestic God-Slaying Sword, after cutting through the Blood Blade and rippling open the Blood Sea, with supreme force, chopped down upon the remnant god’s body. The third-grade remnant god, whose divine thoughts had solidified into reality, had black and red blood that seemed like indestructible armor.

But in front of this “God-Slaying Sword,” which fused the Mountain-Opening Sword Array, the Gold-Breaking Sword Array, the Gui Water Sword Array, the Li Fire Sword Array, and the ancient Taixu sword intent, it was still no match.

The radiant edge of the God-Slaying Sword only stalled for a moment before breaking the remnant god’s blood armor, hacking into its shoulder bone, chopping into its body, and then continuing downwards, thoroughly slicing the remnant god into two halves, breaking its path, and severing its origin.

The god’s body broke, the blood stopped flowing, and the origin was cut off.

At the wound, sword intent lingered, still cutting continuously, preventing the injury from healing, and extinguishing all vitality.

The remnant god’s terrified expression remained on its face. After a moment, it slowly turned its head and looked at Ink Painting, who held the God-Slaying Great Sword with both hands. Its gaze was shocked and uneasy. “Such a strong sword…”

Gradually, the remnant god’s expression became serene and indifferent.

Its body was gradually dissipating and would also gradually extinguish, but its tone was very flat. “You won…”

“Your path transformation is a complete mess, your sword path is chaotic… but I have to say, it is indeed very strong.” “However, the path has no end, and the further you go, the more refined and pure you must be. You, like this, rough, cannot go far.”

The blood-colored remnant god gave Ink Painting one last deep look.

“I lost this time, I hope next time, I can still meet you…” “If you are not dead, if…”

“You are still you.”

The remnant god finished speaking and then turned into flying ashes, completely annihilated, leaving only a black and red smoke, like sand and gravel, in its original spot. Ink Painting, however, frowned.

“Lost this time, still meet me next time… this thing is not dead? If it’s dead, how can it still meet me?” “Moreover… isn’t it the remnant god of the Great Wasteland Evil God? How is it so different from other remnant gods?”

“Is it because it’s third-grade, or are there other reasons?” “This remnant god is a bit strange…”

Ink Painting pondered for a while, and suddenly, a burst of stinging pain erupted in his sea of consciousness. His heart immediately tightened. “Oh no, excessive consumption…”

As a third-grade outer evil’s remnant god, the burden on his sea of consciousness and physical body was too great, causing his blood energy to shrink and even causing the sea of consciousness to begin throbbing with pain. Also, his divine marrow was used up…

Ink Painting felt bitter in his heart and muttered, “This battle is really a pyrrhic victory. My god is tired and my strength is exhausted, all my trump cards are out, and my family fortune is all spent. Thankfully, I killed a third-grade remnant god, so I should recover some of the cost. I hope this third-grade remnant god won’t disappoint me…”

Ink Painting weakly stood up, walked near the clump of third-grade black smoke, and extended his hand. He wanted to manifest an array to simply refine it first, but as he extended his hand, Ink Painting discovered that his palm was completely black.

Ink Painting was startled.

“When did I get injured?”

“Or was it polluted by this remnant god?”

He lowered his head to look and only then discovered that not only his palm, but his entire arm, shoulder, chest, and even half of his body were covered in a thick blackness, as if stained with sewage. Ink Painting’s pupils shrunk.

At the same time, a sharp, insidious, and ear-piercing laughter rang out: Evil Fetus!

Ink Painting’s expression changed, and he immediately wanted to set up a divine path array to completely seal his divine soul, but it was already too late.

Black water surged out from within his god body, polluting his four limbs and hundreds of bones, until even his face was stained with black spots. “I clearly set up an array, how did you get out?” Ink Painting said in shock.

The black water of the Evil Fetus covered Ink Painting’s face and, using Ink Painting’s mouth and tongue, sneered in a sharp and strange voice, “Why… do you think your divine path array, with its limited attainments, could seal me?”

“I have been lurking for a long time, do you think I would do nothing, let you seal me, and wait for you to kill me?” “I have waited for a long time, and I was waiting for this exact moment…”

Ink Painting’s heart sank. He wanted to call out the Dao Stele, but there was no movement in his sea of consciousness. Only then did he remember that it was not yet midnight, and the Dao Stele would not appear.

The Evil Fetus laughed coldly, “Don’t waste your effort, I am hidden in your divine soul, and I know everything about you like the back of my hand.” “It’s not yet midnight, your Dao Stele will not come out.”

“Although your divine thought is strong, it hasn’t reached that of a third-grade remnant god. Forcing a fight must consume divine marrow.” “If you have bad luck, you will die in the remnant god’s hands.”

“Even if you defeat the remnant god, you must exhaust all your strength, use all your trump cards, and for a period of time, be completely depleted…”

Ink Painting frowned. “So this third-grade remnant god was actually summoned by you? You lurked for so long just for now?” As Ink Painting finished speaking, his face turned black and gloomy again, changing into the “Evil Fetus” appearance, and sneered:

“Not bad, you are indeed smart, only now thinking clearly.”

Ink Painting said coldly, “Don’t forget, you cannot erode my Dao heart. In a frontal confrontation, even if I am exhausted now, you are still not my opponent.” “As long as I drag it out for a few hours, drag it until midnight, and have the Dao Stele protect my sea of consciousness, you can still only be your ‘hiding turtle’.”

“By then, I will definitely chop you!”

Even though Ink Painting was at a disadvantage, these words still made the Evil Fetus’s heart palpitate.

It had already been tricked by Ink Painting into the shadows and only dared to show its head when Ink Painting was exhausted after a deadly battle with a strong enemy. But it also knew that this was the only opportunity.

Ink Painting’s entire body surged with black blood.

“These days, I have been thinking about how exactly to defeat you, how to kill you, how to eat you…” “My sealed memories are slowly awakening, but in these memories, there is no method to kill you.”

“Your sea of consciousness harbors an ancient existence. Your body’s secrets are too numerous. Your divine consciousness is also too strong, and your methods are even more endless.” “Therefore, I have thought clearly…”

The Evil Fetus smiled sinisterly, “I cannot defeat you, only you yourself can defeat yourself, only you yourself can kill yourself…” Ink Painting’s heart leaped, and he suddenly felt a sense of dread.

Then, evil energy suddenly appeared. The black blood on his body, like worms, seeped out into fine tentacles, seeping into his divine thought incarnation, continuously absorbing, replicating, and assimilating, as if it wanted to divide him.

Ink Painting struggled, but it was completely useless.

After an unknown amount of time, the black blood had completely wrapped around Ink Painting, like a fetus. Ultimately, the fetus trembled, hatched, shed its skin, and turned into another human figure. The Evil Fetus then merged with this human figure and stood in front of Ink Painting.

Ink Painting slowly raised his head and looked at the figure opposite him. For a moment, his expression was shocked. Standing opposite him was another “Ink Painting.”

It was the same size, the same figure, and the same face as him, but its entire body was soaked in black blood, emanating a chilling and terrifying evil energy—a strange and frightening “Black Ink Painting.” At this time, “Black Ink Painting” grinned, revealing chillingly white teeth:

“This is my last original divine ability: Fetus Transformation.”

Its voice was exactly the same as Ink Painting’s, but within its clear tone, it carried a hint of cunning and sinister intent. “Using your divine soul as the guide and my divine path as the ‘fetus,’ I have hatched another you.” “I cannot pollute you, nor can I make you become me.”

“Since that’s the case, then I will become you.”

Thus, as long as I kill you and eat you, there will be no distinction between you and me. You will be in me, and I will be in you, fusing into the final divine fetus. You and I will finally become one. Ink Painting’s face was somewhat pale.

He joined his hands and pointed, manifesting a surging fireball that shot directly towards the “Black Ink Painting” that the Evil Fetus had transformed into.

But at the same time, “Black Ink Painting” also joined its fingers and pointed out a pitch-black fireball that howled out and collided with Ink Painting’s red fireball. The firelight shattered, divine thoughts exploded, and the fireball dissipated, but the black fireball carrying evil energy was clearly superior.

Ink Painting again made a virtual grasp with his hand and snatched from the air, and a water prison descended, binding towards “Black Ink Painting.”

Black water flashed, and Black Ink Painting cast Passing Water Step, escaping the water prison technique. After stabilizing, it counter-grasped, and a black water prison technique suddenly descended beside Ink Painting. Ink Painting also cast Passing Water Step to dodge, then with deep pupils, his divine thought moved, manifesting the Gold Lock Array, trapping “Black Ink Painting” on all sides.

Golden array patterns turned into chains and entwined “Black Ink Painting”‘s body.

But “Black Ink Painting” suddenly laughed ferociously. Its left hand waved, immediately undoing the surrounding Gold Lock Array patterns.

Its right hand condensed, manifesting the Black Li Fire Sword, and chopped casually, then the entire Gold Lock Array was cut open, and the Gold Lock Array collapsed, completely dissipating. Ink Painting’s expression was extremely solemn.

“Black Ink Painting” looked at him, grinning with a smile that was both innocent and evil. “I said before, I hatched is you, I am you. All the techniques you know, I know.”

Ink Painting was speechless for a moment.

After this exchange, he personally experienced how troublesome “himself” was at this moment. Moreover, it wasn’t just that.

The current him was exhausted from a long battle.

While the blackimized self in front of him, just hatched by the Evil Fetus, was in a “full strength” state. Fighting like this was simply impossible.

Ink Painting sighed, “Originally born from the same root, why harm each other so urgently? Since you are me, why don’t we shake hands and make peace? Why must it be a struggle to the death?”

“Black Ink Painting” sneered upon hearing this, “I said before, I am you. You can deceive others, but don’t deceive ‘yourself’.”

Ink Painting made a “tsk” sound.

“Black Ink Painting” pointed its fingers, and a black fireball shot towards Ink Painting, then its hand grasped, re-manifesting the Black Li Fire Sword, cast Passing Water Step, its figure flashed several times, then it bullied close to Ink Painting’s body, the sword tip pointing directly at Ink Painting’s heart脉.

Ink Painting cast Passing Water Step, flashed past the black fireball, counter-grasped, manifested the Tai’a Mountain-Opening Sword, drew a sword flower, swung open the Black Li Fire Sword stabbing towards his chest, then chopped at close range, fighting with his “blackimized” self.

However, after battling the third-grade remnant god, Ink Painting’s divine thought consumption was too high, and he was fundamentally no match for “Black Ink Painting.” Whether in techniques, arrays, or sword arts, he was at a disadvantage.

“Black Ink Painting”‘s moves became increasingly fierce and increasingly ruthless.

Ink Painting’s breath became increasingly weak, and his body’s wounds also increased, and his injuries became increasingly heavy. But despite this, Ink Painting still stubbornly endured.

But his endurance clearly had limits.

After fighting for an unknown amount of time, Ink Painting finally ran out of strength, his divine thought could not support him, his feet stumbled, and he exposed a flaw.

“Black Ink Painting,” which had been pressuring Ink Painting,’s smile instantly became ferocious. Its left hand made a virtual grasp, evil thoughts rose, manifesting the Li Mountain Fire Burial Evil Array, trapping Ink Painting within the array. Then its right hand condensed a black water sword, and it fiercely threw it. The insidious evil energy-soaked black water sword broke through the air and flew out, shooting directly towards Ink Painting’s heart脉.

A huge black mountain surged, turning into a cage, evil fire raged, malicious thoughts surged, directly swallowing Ink Painting.

That insidious black water sword also stabbed into Ink Painting’s location. Sword light shattered, wantonly strangling. Pitch-black evil thoughts, mixed with firelight, spread out for a moment.

But when the smoke dispersed, there was no figure of Ink Painting within the array.

“Black Ink Painting” lifted its eyes to look, then saw Ink Painting at the edge of the array, his entire body dim with golden light, supporting himself with the Mountain-Opening Sword, panting. Obviously, just now, he had somehow dodged this killing formation that consumed a large amount of evil thoughts and urged the array and sword technique.

“Consider yourself lucky… but you, in this ‘beating a drowning dog’ state, won’t be able to hold on for much longer…”

“Black Ink Painting” sneered and then stopped talking nonsense, re-manifesting the pitch-black Mountain-Opening Sword, and killed towards Ink Painting again.

Ink Painting, who was already exhausted, could only grit his teeth and continue fighting his blackimized self.

After fighting for a while, Ink Painting finally couldn’t hold on again and exposed a flaw.

“Black Ink Painting” continued to deliver killing blows, using array formations and sword techniques together, wanting to take Ink Painting’s life.

Huge fluctuations of divine thought transmitted, but after the smoke settled, Ink Painting still “narrowly and dangerously” “clung on.” “Black Ink Painting” was furious and killed towards Ink Painting again.

Ink Painting barely held on, but several times it seemed as though he was about to die, but he just didn’t die. “Black Ink Painting” finally realized something was wrong and immediately said, furious beyond measure:

“Your divine marrow is fundamentally not used up! You still have divine marrow left?”

Ink Painting shook his head, “No.”

Black Ink Painting’s eyelids twitched, and it pointed at him, “Still arguing? What is that at the corner of your mouth? Wasn’t that just secretly eaten divine marrow?”

Ink Painting wiped the corner of his mouth, “You saw wrong, this is blood I spat.”

Black Ink Painting was so angry that it almost spat blood. “You are indeed… despicable and cunning.”

Ink Painting no longer pretended and said righteously, “I am a poor child. Whether it’s spirit stones or divine marrow, I’m used to saving a little for emergencies, avoiding using it all up, and feeling panicked.”

Ink Painting looked at “Black Ink Painting,” “Didn’t you say you are me? Then you should understand this habit.”

“Black Ink Painting” was silent and speechless.

Ink Painting said strangely, “You don’t understand? Oh right…”

He suddenly realized, and thus confirmed something, “You say you are me, but you are ultimately from the origin of the Great Wasteland Evil Fetus, born with a bad embryo. You don’t know the hardships of cultivators at the bottom, you are ultimately not me.”

“Black Ink Painting”‘s face was gloomy and extremely ugly.

It suddenly realized that it had still underestimated this half-human, half-god little devil. He was really too hard to kill… far harder than ordinary gods.

But even if he was harder to kill, there should be a limit.

“You don’t have much divine marrow left, right,” Black Ink Painting looked at Ink Painting with evil eyes, “I don’t believe you still have much left after a battle with a third-grade remnant god. You can’t drag it out for too long.”

Ink Painting nodded in admission, “There’s not much left, can’t drag it out for too long, so…” “I also want to chop you!”

Black Ink Painting’s pupils shrunk.

Ink Painting made a virtual grasp with both hands, raising them high above his head, a look of determination to die like returning: “I admit, you indeed forced me into a desperate situation…”

“I have also indeed been schemed against by you to this point. At this moment, it is exactly my weakest time, and my divine marrow is indeed gone.”

“If I drag it out further, I will have absolutely no chance of winning. Therefore, I can only fight to the death.”

“This final sword, I will decide life and death with you!” “If I win, then I am still me.”

“If I lose, then you will become me.”

“Do you dare or not, stake your life with me, and fight this last sword?”

Ink Painting’s gaze overlooked, as if looking at ants, looking at his blackimized self in front of him. Black Ink Painting was startled, then anger rose in his heart.

Dare or not?

It laughed coldly, “Don’t forget, I am ‘fetus transformed’ with you as a model. All your techniques, I know. Do you think you can kill me by fighting the God-Slaying Sword?”

Ink Painting said, “How do you know without trying?”

Black Ink Painting’s expression was indifferent. It didn’t plan to fight.

It knew better than anyone how cunning and troublesome the “Ink Painting” main body was, full of dirty tricks. He wanted to fight a sword battle with himself; there was definitely something wrong.

“Black Ink Painting” didn’t move, then it discovered that Ink Painting’s mouth said “fight sword,” but his hands were empty and raised above his head, similarly without any action, without any sword energy condensed, even his gaze flickered, with a bit of guilt.

“Black Ink Painting” instantly understood. He was bluffing!

He is me, I am him.

He knows that “I” am suspicious, therefore he bluffs, pretends to decide life and death, and actually makes me feel dread in my heart, not daring to truly decide life and death with him using the “God-Slaying Sword.” He is stalling for time!

Stalling until midnight, when the Dao Stele appears and protects his sea of consciousness, then I cannot do anything to him. And techniques, arrays, even general “sword forms” fundamentally cannot kill him.

The only way to kill him is the final form of the Taixu divine thought sword—the “God-Slaying Sword.” “Black Ink Painting”‘s pupils were shocked, its thoughts urgently turning:

“It’s not that he wants to fight a sword battle with me, but that I should fight with him!”

“Before the Dao Stele appears, fight this sword, chop him, this is the only opportunity for me to replace ‘Ink Painting’.”

“This point ‘Ink Painting’ also understands, so he strikes first, pretends to be desperate with me, makes me feel dread in my heart, and dare not really decide life and death with him using the ‘God-Slaying Sword’.”

“As long as I have a hint of hesitation in my heart, not daring to truly chop him, then once it reaches midnight, I can no longer do anything to him. All the plots up to now will be in vain…”

“Black Ink Painting,” who was of the same origin as Ink Painting, instantly saw through “Ink Painting”‘s thoughts.

Then it no longer hesitated. Both hands made a virtual grasp and were raised in the air. The pitch-black evil sword arrays, one by one, condensed into divine thought swords, which fused in its hand, their momentum terrifying. He knows swords, I also know. He understands paths, I also understand.

His divine thought is damaged and consumed greatly, and his divine marrow is also almost used up. But my evil thoughts are still abundant. In this sword that decides life and death, the advantage is with me!

Black Ink Painting’s gaze was determined. It looked at Ink Painting, its voice carrying some arrogance and ruthlessness: “Good, decide life and death! Let’s see who will be this ‘Ink Painting’!”