The Grand Elder of the Flash Thunder Clan, witnessing this dread spectacle, was utterly undone. His retreat became a mad scramble, his eyes reflecting a terror unknown to him throughout his long existence. Were any of the ancient Starry Skies to behold this proud being, who would not deign to lower his gaze even before Third Step Immortals, they would surely be rendered speechless with disbelief.

Wang Lin, wielding the seven-foot blade, felt the undeniable truth of its power. This Sixth Sword was magnitudes stronger than its predecessors. Within its essence, a chilling, tempestuous resentment stirred. So thick was this malice that even Wang Lin, who had once collected such energies, was shaken to his core. His past endeavors seemed insignificant in comparison.

As the Sixth Sword descended, the heavens themselves roared in protest. Wang Lin’s pupils constricted as he glimpsed ethereal forms coalescing from the void. These were unlike any souls he had encountered before, saturated with a palpable, earth-shattering resentment. Countless phantoms materialized, an endless procession filling the celestial expanse. Each shadowy figure, male and female, glared with boundless malice and hatred. Their mournful cries intertwined, congealing around the blade’s luminescence, forming the awe-inspiring, soul-stirring Sixth Sword!

This was the Sword of Resentful Immortals! For untold ages, the souls of countless cultivators, felled and annihilated by the Heavenly Tribulation within the Seven Million Worlds, lingered. Though destroyed, their collective resentment clung to this realm. They refused to vanish, understanding, in their dying moments, the source of their anguish. They cursed the Immortal Realm, they cursed the Immortals themselves! Now, within the Sixth Sword, these age-old, resentful souls were awakened. They emerged, thirsting for the blood of Immortals, eager to unleash their pent-up rage!

As Wang Lin unleashed the Sixth Sword, its edge screamed towards the Grand Elder of the Flash Thunder Clan. The vengeful spirits, finding an outlet for their torment, coalesced into the Sword of Resentful Immortals, descending with cataclysmic force!

The Grand Elder, unable to retreat further and weakened by grievous wounds, was instantly engulfed by a river of resentful souls. Sounds of unearthly suffering echoed through the cosmos as they devoured him. In a mere heartbeat, the flesh of his rapidly regenerating lower body was stripped clean, even the fragments of bone were consumed. His upper body, now swathed in countless spirits, suffered the same fate. His flesh disappeared in bloody chunks, torn away by the teeth of hate-filled specters.

In moments, the Grand Elder’s corporeal form was devoured, bone and sinew alike, leaving only his thunderous primordial spirit. Yet even this was not spared, as the vengeful souls continued their ravenous assault. Driven to the brink of madness by unbearable pain, the Grand Elder roared in agony. Bolts of lightning erupted from his spirit, scattering some of his tormentors, but more surged forward, determined to consume him utterly!

“Die! Die! Die! Begone, you wretches!” The Grand Elder’s shouts echoed in the void. Retreating desperately, the Clan Mark on his spirit’s brow detonated. The complete destruction of his Mark unleashed a torrent of power, a wave of world-rending thunder that swept outwards, obliterating many of the vengeful souls. The shattering of the Clan Mark was akin to a cultivator’s self-destruction! However, the beings of the ancient Starry Skies were unique. The Mark’s detonation did not bring immediate death, but bestowed upon them a surge of power, allowing them to survive for a short time.

With his Clan Mark shattered, the Grand Elder’s cultivation soared to unimaginable heights. A new body, crafted from pure lightning, formed around his spirit. His eyes, vacant of reason, glowed with a crimson madness as he charged towards Wang Lin.

“Die! Die! Die! You will all die! I shall sacrifice my cultivation, my lifespan, my very essence! I shall unleash the Three Breaths Art! You will all die!”

The Three Breaths Art was not a mere Flash Thunder Clan technique. It was a forbidden art taught by the enigmatic beings of old, a true sorcery. Within three breaths, it could sever the life force of any foe, but at a terrible cost: the caster would forfeit all hope of survival. It was an art of mutually assured destruction! Even Third Step Immortals feared it, a testament to the Flash Thunder Clan’s power, despite their lack of Third Step cultivators for tens of thousands of years.

Driven by madness, the Grand Elder raised his hand and pointed towards Wang Lin, snarling, “Three Breaths Art! Die!”

A nameless, unearthly energy surged into existence within the Seven Million Worlds, gathering towards Wang Lin. It was the power of sorcery! Wang Lin could not resist it. The power descended, and in that instant, his life force shuddered, threatened to be torn from his very being!

A single breath, a mere fleeting moment, and Wang Lin’s mind leaped to the ancient stone gate within the Wind Immortal Realm. The power of Time itself surged within him!

“Art of Time! Reversal of a Thousand Years!”

As the Time Art spun wildly, Wang Lin raised his hand, unleashing the Seventh Sword, the final blade!

The Seventh Sword roared skyward. The seven-foot blade broke free of Wang Lin’s grasp, becoming a ray of pure light that tore through reality itself! This final sword was too powerful. Its appearance shattered the starry sky, and pulverized the continents of the Seven Million Worlds. The deafening roar heralded a scene of world-shattering magnitude!

Everywhere, across the Seven Million Worlds, cultivators and mortals alike, offered themselves willingly, sacrificing their lives to empower the blade!

A power beyond anything seen before, something nearing, perhaps even surpassing the Third Step, had been unleashed!

Even Water Daoist would be forced to flee before such an attack! To face it head-on would be a death sentence!

The sword’s energy streaked towards the Grand Elder, cutting off all avenues of escape. In a desperate act, the Grand Elder expelled the essence of his primordial spirit and his newly reformed body of lightning exploded!

His spirit had no means of escape, and was pierced by the sword’s energy. His mournful cries echoed throughout the void as his spirit rapidly dissipated, its essence shattered by the blade’s might. As he teetered on the brink of oblivion, the Grand Elder’s eyes widened, and he let out one final, desperate cry!

“Undying Sacred Thunder! Save me! Save me!”

The Undying Thunder that had been battering against the storm outside suddenly paused, as if sensing the imminent demise of its servant. The booming of the Undying Thunder grew in intensity, swelling to an enormous size, becoming a celestial thunderbolt ten thousand feet in diameter!

It surged towards the storm, its power amplified, and struck! The storm, which had withstood all previous assaults, trembled, and finally shattered! Cracks spread across its surface, widening, growing until the storm disintegrated, the pieces scattering in all directions.

Scattering Spirit Immortal spat out blood, and was forced from his fusion with the Seven Million Worlds. At that moment, the Undying Thunder crashed into the Seven Million Worlds, and descended with unimaginable speed before the dying Grand Elder, colliding with the sword’s energy!

The sword’s energy wavered, on the verge of collapse. Yet, the seven-foot blade itself burst forth and met the Undying Thunder head-on!

At that moment, Scattering Spirit Immortal formed a hand seal, his body swelling as he roared, “The destruction of the Seven Million Worlds! Our clan’s liberation begins here! All of our people, all living things, we shall shatter the Immortal Realm together!”

The shattered Seven Million Worlds became countless pieces of land. All living beings on these lands, at that moment, embraced death, offering all of their life force to the seven-foot sword, to engage in final battle with Undying Thunder!

The seven-foot sword represents everything that is Seven Million Worlds. Undying Thunder is the sacred treasure of the Flash Thunder Clan. The clash of these two forces signifies the Seven Million World’s determination to destroy everything!

At the instant of the collision, the echoes resonated through the entire star and sky, the intense sound causing cracks to appear in the world around it, before finally collapsing completely!

The collapse caused chaotic energy streams to rush in, instantly plunging the Seven Million Worlds into total destruction!

At the same time, the seven-foot long sword that embodies everything collapsed, turning into countless fragments that dissipated. But also, Undying Thunder seemed to be severely damaged and after letting out a roar, retreated quickly, piercing through the void, and disappearing without a trace, returning to the Holy Land temple of Flash Thunder Clan. At the same time, Flash Thunder Clan’s sixteen cultivation stars activated a shocking array that no one could enter without permission!

“Remaining tribesmen, the Immortal Realm has been opened. The world is collapsing. We are leaving.” An excited Scattering Spirit Immortal waved his sleeves, sweeping the remaining members of the Seven Million Worlds into a storm, and following Undying Thunder out the open void!

Wang Lin flashed, and Kun Ji whip appeared, heading directly toward The Grand Elder’s primordial spirit who was on death’s door and had no power to resist.