The devastating onslaught sent Wang Lin reeling, a crimson torrent erupting from his lips. His very flesh cracked and splintered under the deafening assault. Staggering back, he frantically channeled his remaining power, his left hand forming a sigil as he unleashed a retaliatory strike upon the heavens.

From the depths of the cosmos, a colossal spectral hand materialized, the fabled “Servant’s Seal,” born of ancient spirit manipulation. It surged forth, a mirror image of the Palm Sovereign’s attack, and collided with earth-shattering force.

The clash reverberated across the void, but the indomitable Servant’s Seal shattered upon contact with the Sovereign’s might. Wang Lin, thrown violently backward, coughed up a deluge of blood. This initial parry had left him grievously wounded.

Undaunted, the Palm Sovereign’s hand, though momentarily faltering, pressed onward. Wang Lin, with a ferocious roar, raised his right hand, summoning a celestial tapestry of seven colors. From this vibrant chaos, he forged a spear of pure light, a weapon to pierce the heavens themselves, and hurled it against the descending hand.

Again, they met in a cataclysmic struggle, each impact sending shockwaves that threatened to tear the stars asunder. Wang Lin was flung back thousands of paces, his limbs trembling, his legs stained crimson with his own lifeblood.

Still, the Palm Sovereign’s attack held, diminished but unbroken, descending upon him like the wrath of the gods. Madness ignited in Wang Lin’s eyes. The Sovereign’s power was as he had foreseen, the terrifying might of a Transcendent Calamity. As the hand loomed, Wang Lin’s left eye blazed with ethereal flame, his right crackled with celestial lightning. The three fundamental essences within his soul, along with the raging tide of his killing intent, erupted in a symphony of power. These six forces coalesced around him, forming six spectral blades of pure essence.

With a desperate cry, he unleashed the spectral blades. They streaked towards the Palm Sovereign’s hand, piercing its ethereal flesh and unleashing waves of disruptive energy. At the same instant, Wang Lin defied the instinct to flee, surging forward to meet his foe head-on. His eyes burned with a primal fury.

“Tear the Heavens!” he roared, invoking the forbidden technique stolen from the accursed Child of Yemo. He seized the very fabric of space before him, and with a herculean effort, ripped it asunder. Using the power of this cosmic rending, he tore at the weakened Palm Sovereign’s hand, already pierced by his spectral blades.

In that pivotal moment, a spectral figure emerged behind Wang Lin – an ancient ancestor, a Daoist god made manifest. This was no mere visage, but a nascent body, a shadowy reflection of the ancient Dao, granted to him by the unrefined blood of those ancient beings.

This spectral form, too, extended its arms, and with Wang Lin’s roar, mirrored his actions, ripping at the fabric of reality!

The cosmos shuddered. An indescribable tearing force swept through creation, cleaving the heavens, rending the starlight, and shattering the very laws of nature. The Palm Sovereign’s hand was sundered, its power dissipated.

The six spectral blades shattered as well, their fragments returning to Wang Lin’s form. His own hands were a mangled mess of torn flesh, for the power of “Tear the Heavens” relied solely on the strength of his ten fingers. The spectral form of his Daoist ancestor crumbled into nothingness.

Wang Lin was thrown back, a crimson geyser erupting from his wounds. His body was a canvas of blood and bruises, his face pallid. Yet, the madness had vanished from his eyes, replaced by a chilling calm.

The previous struggle seemed but a performance, a carefully orchestrated play.

“This is the power of a peak Emptiness Profound cultivator transcending into the Calamity… Without Li Guang’s Bow, I could not contend…” Wang Lin rasped, his body racked with pain, his very soul reeling from the backlash.

Though the Palm Sovereign’s hand was destroyed, the Sovereign himself erupted in manic laughter. He was finally certain: Wang Lin possessed no third arrow. Free from all restraint, his face twisted with a cruel and savage glee, he advanced upon his prey.

“Wang Lin, there is nowhere left for you to flee! This starfield is sealed, you cannot escape!” the Sovereign declared, his heart overflowing with joy. He had waited three long years for this moment.

Even as the Palm Sovereign drew near, howls echoed across the stars. Waves of energy cascaded as the Seventh Consort emerged, her face a mask of grim determination. Following her, the Melody Immortal and the Nine Heavens Demon Lord materialized from different directions, all converging upon Wang Lin.

Three of the five Great Sovereigns of the Ancient, the Ancient Immortal Sovereign’s Seventh Consort – any of these figures could shake the heavens. Yet, they had gathered here, united by a single purpose: to kill Wang Lin.

Seeing them appear, Wang Lin’s eyes hardened. This was what he had waited for – the convergence of his enemies. Only now could he complete the first step of his grand design.

To destroy the Ancient Immortal Domain beyond the borders, to sow chaos within the Cave World and shatter the balance of power – that was the first step. But Wang Lin’s cunning mind had foreseen the consequences. He knew this path would leave him with no escape, hunted across the Ancient Starry Sky.

With a flash of his gaze, as the Palm Sovereign grinned and advanced, Wang Lin halted his retreat. His left hand shot out, seizing the air. In an instant, Li Guang’s Bow materialized in his grip!

At the sight of the legendary weapon, the Palm Sovereign’s face twisted in horror. He recoiled instinctively, retreating hundreds of paces, his eyes wide with disbelief.

“Impossible! You have only the power of two arrows! My calculations cannot be wrong! This is a deception! You cannot draw that bow!” the Palm Sovereign shrieked, unable to accept this turn of events. He could not bear another miscalculation, another unexpected twist. Each such failure struck at his very foundation, threatening to shatter his confidence and corrupt his Daoist heart.
The Grand Empyrean faltered, his form recoiling as if struck by an unseen force. Even the Seventh Consort, her face drained of color, paused in her advance. The Melodious Immortal and the Nine Heavens Demon Lord, their expressions mirroring her dread, froze in their tracks.

“You bluff, cur!” the Empyrean Sovereign snarled, his face contorted with desperate madness. He leveled a trembling finger at Wang Lin.

But his roar died in his throat, choked by the dawning horror in the Grand Empyrean’s eyes. The Sovereign saw Wang Lin’s right hand, poised upon the bowstring, drawing it back with terrible, inexorable force.

A resonant hum, beautiful and terrifying, vibrated through the void, a sound that echoed the Grand Empyrean’s deepest fears. Memories of his near-death three years past surged forth, threatening to overwhelm him.

“Impossible! It cannot be! Even if you draw the bow, you lack the celestial power to conjure Li Guang’s Arrow…” he stammered, his face ashen.

But even as he spoke, a spectral glimmer ignited on the string of Wang Lin’s Li Guang Bow, drawn taut as the full moon. The legendary Arrow, dreaded by gods and demons alike, materialized into being!

He gripped the bow, his gaze locked on the Grand Empyrean and his dwindling allies. His left hand rose, pointing with grim purpose. The arrow on the drawn string was aimed directly at the heart of his ancient foe.

The Grand Empyrean’s face turned a ghastly shade of white. The shock, however, was from the Sovereign’s spirit. His meticulous schemes, each one conceived to bring Wang Lin low, had crumbled to dust. Not a single one had succeeded. Even now, when he was certain of victory, he was once again confronted by his own catastrophic misjudgment.

“I refuse to believe it! This is all illusion! Conjure the arrow as you may, you lack the celestial might to loose it! I will gamble on this!” The Sovereign bellowed, his sanity fraying. Instead of retreating, he surged forward, his face a mask of desperation. His hands weaved a complex incantation, and once more the gigantic palm imprint materialized, thundering through the void.

Behind the palm, a vast, illusory well appeared, its presence spreading to encompass the very stars. The void itself seemed to pour into the well’s depths.

Within the star-infused well, a crimson sun blazed into existence, radiating a primal energy that thrummed with the very fabric of creation.

The Grand Empyrean, utterly consumed by madness, raised his right hand and slammed it against his crown. A bone bead, no larger than a fist, was forcibly ejected, radiating a ghastly white light and the chilling aura of the grave. As it appeared, the Empyrean’s cultivation and power erupted, amplified tenfold, engulfing the starry sky in its wake and hurtling towards Wang Lin like a celestial tempest.

“I will make you believe. I will make you remember,” Wang Lin hissed, his eyes burning with icy determination. He closed his eyes, concealing the golden light that flickered within. Relying solely on his divine sense, he drew the bow even further, then released the string!

At the moment of release, the arrow surged forth with deafening roar, transforming into a streak of celestial lightning that tore across the void.

The great palm imprint shattered upon impact, pierced by the arrow’s unyielding force. The star-infused well rippled violently, then imploded as the arrow passed through it.

Even the crimson sun could not withstand its passage. The arrow cleaved through its heart, leaving behind a trail of annihilation as it hurtled towards the Grand Empyrean, whose face was now etched with despair and terror.

“This is impossible…” Too fast to comprehend, the arrow ripped through the Empyrean’s body. His form convulsed, then disintegrated in a cataclysmic explosion. Fragments of his essence were hurled backward, creating a maelstrom of blood and flesh that extended for tens of thousands of miles.

The Melodious Immortal and the Nine Heavens Demon Lord coughed blood as their physical forms were rent asunder. Their spirits, barely clinging to existence, attempted to flee, but Wang Lin, with a flick of his sleeve, ensnared and imprisoned them.

Only the Seventh Consort, retreating with desperate haste, survived, though gravely wounded. The celestial treasures she possessed, remnants of her noble heritage, shielded her from utter annihilation.

As the echo of the arrow faded, the shattered remains of the Grand Empyrean coalesced, reforming his body, his face pale, his eyes filled with a terror he had never known. He no longer dared presume to fathom the depths of Wang Lin’s power.

Without hesitation, as he had done three years before, the Empyrean turned and fled in blind, unreasoning panic, not daring to look back.

But at that very moment, the void shimmered with an ethereal light, as iridescent as a rainbow, that erupted with deafening roar! As if drawn to the colorful luminescence, someone has arrived! The light permeates the region, blanketing the entire starry sky!