With nary a moment’s hesitation, the Bloodfiend, quailing before the assault, dissolved with a *poof* into a crimson mist. Even the grotesque shadow that danced behind him bled away, vanishing in a desperate escape.

Far off, the Great Moon’s tendrils, countless as the stars themselves, snapped from their roots, each one transforming into a lesser moon, a spectacle that drew gasps from the six ancient sorcerers arrayed against it.

炎雷子, the Flame-Thunder, his eyes gleaming with fierce resolve, wove a rapid incantation. Fragments of the shattered Immortal Realm, once his treasured artifacts, now scattered about him, coalescing into a field of drifting debris. With a guttural cry, he unleashed a strange power from these shards.

Each fragment, imbued with a lingering sentience, whirled into a frenzied dance, trapping the Great Moon and her brood within a colossal vortex that clawed at the very fabric of the heavens.

向, the crimson-robed elder, with a flick of his sleeve, shattered the massive octagonal array that had bound the Great Moon. The pieces, now countless, descended upon each lesser moon, raining down fire and lightning in a chaotic barrage. The elder himself, aloft in the heavens, sat cross-legged, his mind fractured into a thousand pieces, each one guiding the ensnaring patterns.

Four crimson-skinned youths, their life force thrumming like caged beasts, formed a tight circle around the Great Moon. Their celestial cores pulsed with crimson light, weaving an unbreakable barrier against escape.

烈雲子 of the Zhan Clan, his gaze like shards of ice, brandished a blade of pure moonlight. He darted through the youths’ defenses, a silver blur amongst the lesser moons, each flash of his blade a deadly strike.

Yet, all these assaults were as naught against the Great Moon’s wrath. With a gesture echoing the ancient gods, it conjured forth a gargantuan finger, wrought from primordial power, and unleashed it upon its foes.

*BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!* The echoes reverberated through the cosmos as the god-finger, born from the Great Moon’s essence, hammered against the youths’ celestial barrier.

One youth paled, coughing up a torrent of crimson blood. Cracks spiderwebbed across his celestial core as it wept forth a thick, crimson mist.

Simultaneously, his counterpart across the circle faltered, his body wilting like a dying flower. Yet, a blinding crimson light exploded from his brow, surging into his celestial core.

As the light abandoned the youth, his mortal shell burst asunder, vanishing in a cloud of dust.

向, the crimson-robed elder, saw his octagonal arrays, once symbols of his mastery, crumble before the god-finger’s onslaught. The old sorcerer coughed crimson into his beard, a testament to the Moon’s devastating power.

炎雷子, eyes bloodshot, roared in defiance. His hands danced through an intricate series of seals, and the Immortal Realm fragments expanded, swelling with primordial force. In an instant, the region for countless leagues around became a facsimile of the celestial plane, with these fragments forming an enclosing cage. They pulsed with lightning, pressing inwards, threatening to crush the Great Moon.

The very foundations of the Northern Domain trembled, as if the stars themselves were about to fall.

“Brothers, lend me your strength! We must bind this beast!”炎雷子’s voice thundered, his limbs stretched wide, the very veins in his face bulging with effort as he channeled his full power.

A wisp of primeval energy, reminiscent of creation’s dawn, emanated from him. The Great Moon’s eyes widened in primal terror, and the beast remembered the warning it had heard from the ancient being.

It recalled a time when it was yet still living in the body of its parent, and living a life of nothing but darkness.

The Great Moon roared in fury, its colossal form writhing. A cacophony of guttural words bubbled up from its throat, and the god-fingers conjured by its spawn converged.

Before the Great Moon, the mass of fingers merged together to form a single solid being.

The skin was rough, marked with ancient runes. The god-finger manifested in the physical world.

The three youths closest to the Great Moon crumbled. Their celestial cores shattered.

The barrier broken, lesser moons surged forth, but at that moment,申公, the Ancestral Thunderer, strode into the fray, cloaked in crackling energy. He unleashed a torrent of thunder-wyrms that snaked through the void, impeding the Moon’s escape.

The heavens shook, and the very fabric of space began to tear. Even ten thousand leagues away, the defensive lines of the Thunderclap Hall faltered, and the void itself began to collapse.

Meanwhile, the spectral entities conjured by the Five-Hued Taoist shrieked through the cosmos, launching themselves at the Great Moon.

Following the Taoist, the obsidian-robed Gongsun transformed into a massive eagle. The bird bellowed, coughing up a bell. The bell rang out and started creating more collapsing space, which surged toward the moon.
Yet, these combined assaults, faced with the near-solidified Finger of the Ancient God, shattered in an instant. First, the Warrior Clan’s Lie Yunzi, silver blade meeting the celestial digit, felt his very core convulse. Blood erupted from his lips as he retreated, but after a mere ten paces, a furious fire ignited in his eyes. He ceased his retreat and charged forth once more!

His cultivation was profound, and thus he lived, though the Ancient God’s Finger had wounded his very soul.

The celestial digit continued its relentless advance. The crimson-robed Elder Xiang roared, his form dissolving into a cloud of crimson, coalescing into an octagonal formation of blood-red light to meet the divine Finger!

In that fleeting moment, the spectral horrors conjured by the Five-Hued Daoist surged forth. As they approached the Ancient God’s Finger, they exploded into a cloud of inky blackness, seeking to engulf and devour it.

Ancestor Shen Gong, without hesitation, wove ancient hand seals and touched his brow. Instantly, a multitude of lightning dragons spiraled into existence around him, merging into a colossal thunderbolt, ten fathoms thick. Moving faster than the eye could perceive, it crashed against the Ancient God’s Finger.

The black-robed scion of the Gongsun Clan, transformed into a fearsome black eagle, did not falter. While the others challenged the Finger directly, it swooped down with thunderous bell-chimes resonating, slamming head-on into the divine assault.

The combined might of five peak cultivators from the Luo Tian Starfield, their powers unleashed in unison, possessed the strength to shatter a cultivation star, perhaps even to devastate the entire Northern Region of Luo Tian!

Their spells and techniques combined into a tempestuous gale, capable of extinguishing the very fabric of reality. So potent was this storm that even the emissaries of the Thunder Immortal Palace, standing tens of thousands of leagues distant, paled in terror. Some, their cultivation only at the Yin Void stage, succumbed to the storm’s periphery, their faces ashen, blood trickling from their mouths.

This howling storm crashed against the near-materialized Finger of the Ancient God!

BOOM!!!

A deafening roar echoed across the Northern Region of Luo Tian, shaking the very stars. Lie Yunzi, his white robes stained crimson, was hurled back, his body erupting in geysers of blood.

The Gongsun scion’s black eagle form shattered, the resonating bell sent spiraling back. Ancestor Shen Gong felt his bones crack and splinter, his face a mask of horror as he vomited blood and stumbled backwards.

Elder Xiang, too, watched his octagonal formation crumble. His vitality waned, his steps unsteady, his face devoid of color. The most grievously wounded was the Five-Hued Daoist, the weakest of the five. His conjurations destroyed, his body shuddered violently. He spewed forth blood and fled in utter disarray.

All five were gravely wounded!

Yet, the Ancient God’s Finger, too, buckled and shattered beneath the combined onslaught.

The collision of such immense power unleashed a shockwave of unimaginable force, expanding from the epicenter in all directions. The starscape around them crumbled with thunderous roars, torn apart by the expanding ripple.

The wave of energy ripped through a distance of a hundred thousand leagues in an instant. Within its path, abandoned cultivation stars were instantly pulverized!

The emissaries of the Thunder Immortal Palace, still tens of thousands of leagues away, vomited blood, their attempts at a meditative stance collapsing as they were flung backwards.

Further out, the ranks of red-clad and black-clad cultivators forming the blockade were also battered, their faces paling as they desperately retreated.

Within the body of the Wang Yue demon beast, the Ancient God Child, the small replica of the god, trembled violently. The tentacles that bound it writhed as though maddened, hungrily devouring power. Upon its brow, yet another star imploded with a thunderous *crack*!

As the power of the shattered star was absorbed by the tentacles, a strange light flickered in the Ancient God’s eyes. A complex and ancient murmur escaped its lips, as it separated a fragment of the star’s energy and fashioned it into an ancient and weathered teleportation array before Wang Lin!

“My kin… hasten…bring… the true…kin…”

Wang Lin, silent, cast a final, somber glance at the weakened Ancient God Child. He stepped into the teleportation array and vanished.