The man who proclaimed himself Son of Yemo, his black hair a tempest in the void, stood a thousand fathoms tall amidst the starlight. With each sweep of his arms, the spectral figures of the Three Ancient Clans roared forth, transforming into three incandescent streaks that hurtled towards Wang Lin. Behind them, the colossal, spectral form of his Dao Ancient self loomed, echoing the Yemo lineage, advancing with earth-shattering strides upon Wang Lin.

Wang Lin’s eyes gleamed with arcane light. Instead of retreating, he took a defiant step forward, his right hand forming a mystic seal. The single-eyed Dao Ancient head behind him unleashed a thunderous roar, lunging forward to merge with Wang Lin’s thousand-fathom form. As they became one, a blinding radiance erupted, enveloping the very point where Wang Lin stood, filling the empty socket of the Dao Ancient’s missing left eye!

“Dao Ancient inheritance! Yemo was without his left eye,” Wang Lin’s voice resonated from within the light, “Today, I shall become that missing eye, completing this ancient visage!” The light he emanated flooded the hollow left eye socket of the severed head, giving it a semblance of wholeness.

Then, with a fearsome howl, Wang Lin, now one with the Dao Ancient head, collided with the Son of Yemo’s entourage – the Three Ancient Clans and the Yemo specter.

In the blink of an eye, a tempestuous din reverberated, the echoes of battle painting the void like a storm-swept canvas. The specters of the Three Ancient Clans, like three sharpened daggers, pierced the Dao Ancient head, striking its brow and eyes. Following swiftly, the Son of Yemo, transformed into a spectral Yemo, advanced with a single, devastating stride, his fist a thunderbolt aimed at Wang Lin. If the starfield were a realm of heaven and earth, then reality itself buckled, the very ground trembled, and the Dao Ancient head, embodying Wang Lin, opened its maw and unleashed a torrent of Dao Ancient breath upon the void and all its phantasms. This breath, the very essence of Wang Lin’s Dao Ancient inheritance, was a sacred art of the Ancient race.

The clash resonated with cosmic force. The Son of Yemo shuddered as the specters of the Three Ancient Clans before him crumbled, and his own illusory Yemo form dissipated into nothingness. His face paled, and he coughed forth a mouthful of blood, reeling backward in defeat.

Wang Lin, too, suffered dearly. The piercing attacks that skewered his brow and eyes surged through the Dao Ancient head, impacting his very being. The Yemo’s fist detonated upon the Dao Ancient head, shattering it with a cataclysmic force. As it disintegrated, Wang Lin spat blood, his form propelled backward. A bloody gash marked his brow, and crimson tears streaked down his face, clouding his vision in a veil of red.

As he retreated, Wang Lin’s expression was savage. He lifted his head, his gaze locked upon the retreating Son of Yemo. The Son of Yemo, mirroring his action, met Wang Lin’s gaze, his eyes burning with a murderous intent. This was a duel unto death, a dance with destiny that offered no third path.

With a defiant lift of his chin, the Son of Yemo’s battle spirit soared. He stepped forward, abandoning the reconstitution of his illusory form, and ascended into the starlit expanse, his hands forming incantations towards the void.

“Stars become the Sky!” the Son of Yemo roared. As his fingers commanded, the starfield beyond the Wheel Array contorted, as though an alien force from beyond was disturbing the very fabric of space.

Wang Lin’s eyes narrowed. The alien power contorting the void sent shivers down his spine, a primal fear that was a familiar companion throughout his perilous journey. Without hesitation, Wang Lin’s right hand shot out, snatching open a spatial rift, from which a verdant light surged. Within the green light pulsed a small shield, the fully restored Azure Light Shield. It may not have been invulnerable, but it housed a primordial God Art known as Dream of Ancient Return!

When Wang Lin had possessed meager cultivation, unleashing this Dream of Ancient Return had granted him power enough to vanquish Heavenly Tribulation cultivators. Now, empowered by his Dao Ancient essence, it possessed a transcendent might. Moreover, through his relentless study, the art was no longer as it once had been, suffused with Wang Lin’s understanding of the Dao of Dreams. Gripping the Azure Light Shield, Wang Lin flooded it with his Dao Ancient power. The shield erupted in a blinding green light, summoning forth the Dream of Ancient Return. A desolate sensation swept across the starfield. In an instant, the space beyond the Wheel Array seemed to be wrenched back to the Age of Antiquity. The starlit expanse was replaced by a primordial sky and earth.

It was but an illusion, yet it possessed a startling reality. Across the vast earth strode colossal figures: Ancient Gods, Ancient Demons, Ancient Fiends, their roars echoing across the land, shaking the very heavens. Along with the Ancient Three Clans, the ground swarmed with these beings. Only three thousand in number, but their immense size gave the impression of boundless hordes. The wind of the Ancient Age carried with it a heavy weariness, a chilling aura of death and decay.

The Son of Yemo had been dragged into this Dream of Ancient Return. Standing beneath the alien sky, he beheld his surroundings, his face turning pale with dread. At that moment, the heavens warped, and a colossal foot, accompanied by a deafening thunder, descended from the clouds, slamming into the earth and unleashing a cataclysmic tremor. Cracks fissured the land, spreading into infinity. As the foot lifted, a footprint-shaped chasm remained. The foot rose and stepped forward again, this time directly toward the Son of Yemo.

The Son of Yemo’s face twisted in a savage grimace. He thrust his hands forward in a furious grip. Having unleashed the “Stars become the Sky” technique, he now completed the initial motion of the spell that would follow. His hands clawed at the void, and the Son of Yemo unleashed a resounding roar.

“My ancestors bestowed upon me their ultimate art! Use all creation as the sky, use the ancient clan to tear open all that exists, this art is TEAR THE SKY!”

With a ferocious cry, the Son of Yemo clamped his hands upon the void and tore outward with savage force. A piercing shriek reverberated, causing heaven and earth to tremble. A gigantic rift split open in the sky before the Son of Yemo.

This power to tear the sky was an incredibly potent and dangerous art. Wang Lin only knew the name of this technique but had never been able to understand and use it. As the enormous foot crashed down, heading directly to the Son of Yemo, this man roared and again raised his hands to tear. The enormous foot suddenly trembled, before it was torn open with a boom. The foot was split into two.

Having torn apart the foot, sounds of destruction echoed around. The Son of Yemo abruptly turned his head and stared at Wang Lin in the distance. He stepped toward Wang Lin and constantly tore apart the world with both hands as he was moving forward, opening countless rifts.

All the illusions of the Ancient Three Clans that stood in his path were torn apart by the power of the heaven. For the moment, no one could stop the Son of Yemo; it was like he had the ability to tear apart everything in front of him, including living beings.

The Dream of Ancient Return could not stop his progress at all. He passed through layers of illusions and made his way toward Wang Lin. Wang Lin’s eyes revealed both battle intent and gravity. In the moment when the Son of Yemo arrived, he lifted his right hand and shot out his palm.

As his palm descended, the Son of Yemo turned Wang Lin into the heaven blocking his path. He used the tear heaven technique again.

Wang Lin clenched his hand, using his Karma power. He pulled the power from the Son of Yemo. For a brief moment, the hands of the Son of Yemo paused, but he then tore the space between his fingers. Wang Lin could feel a sharp pain from his glabella, and he could feel like his body was being split apart!

“Tear Heaven Technique!” Wang Lin’s pupils contracted. He stepped back as he was being shocked by the power. He desired to kill the Son of Yemo to get his power!

While stepping back, the Son of Yemo chased after him like a madman. He tore again, but it was like his hand was being blocked by Wang Lin’s body.

“Tear Heaven!” he roared, moving his hand again. Extreme pain came washing over him, and a line appeared from his glabella to his abdomen. He could hear the sound of his flesh being torn apart! The skin and flesh were torn, revealing his bones! Even the bones were being shaken, revealing cracks.

While in danger, Wang Lin raised his left hand and tapped at the Son of Yemo. At the same time, his right hand emitted the power of death, which turned into black miasma.

The Life and Death Seal! However, all of this could not stop the madman. He didn’t care whether he was injured or even killed; he only wanted to tear Wang Lin apart!

“Tear Heaven!” With a roar, the Son of Yemo tore once more!