In that very instant, from the heart of the crumbling tower’s dungeon, a streak of violet light erupted, splitting asunder in its ascent. One tendril of this radiant energy shot towards Wang Lin in the distance, while the other, with blinding speed, pierced the Black-Robed Elder. His eyes widened in a final, mortal gasp as his flesh and soul crumbled into oblivion, the violet light surging onward to confront Clear Water.

A blinding violet aura washed over the heavens, eclipsing Clear Water’s azure seals. As the light encroached, a flicker of deadly intent ignited in Clear Water’s eyes. He raised his right forefinger, infusing it with a crimson energy, a remnant of his recovered Extreme Realm power. The violet light and the crimson finger collided in a deafening explosion.

The violet energy recoiled, coalescing into the form of a middle-aged man with flowing violet hair and eyes burning with a savage light. “I am Ling Yunzi, Lord of the Murderous Domain!”

“Extreme Realm!” Clear Water spat, stepping back. “So, it was you who possessed my wife’s keepsake!” A tempest of killing intent brewed in his eyes.

“This Clear Water is the resurrected Immortal Sovereign of the Thunder Immortal Realm. Though his power is formidable, rumor holds that his cultivation has not fully recovered. I possess a Broken Nirvana artifact that, despite its damage, can contend with him. If I slay him, my glory will be boundless!” Ling Yunzi scoffed, then surged forward, unleashing a cloud of violet mist. With a flicker, six phantasmal doppelgangers erupted from his form, all charging towards Clear Water.

The Murderous Domain possessed a Broken Nirvana treasure, a relic gifted by the Alliance Elder to its first Lord, serving as the domain’s most prized possession. Though shattered, it remained potent.

Clear Water, engulfed by a raging bloodlust, plunged into the violet mist, the ensuing cacophony of battle reverberating across the land. Both combatants wielded the power of the Extreme Realm, and their clash plunged the domain into a chilling darkness.

Meanwhile, Wang Lin, his face a mask of icy determination, moved like a shadow, reaping lives with each step. As he materialized from the void, his eyes snapped up, pupils contracting.

A violet beam hurtled towards him from Clear Water’s location, its speed alarming. A chilling dread gripped Wang Lin, for within the light, he sensed the power of the Extreme Realm.

“Extreme Realm!” Wang Lin reacted instinctively, retreating as the violet light bore down. With a swift gesture, he reached into the void, ancient god star points swirling to life between his brows. Crystalline energy surged around his right hand, solidifying into form. “Royal Clan artifact, God-Slaying Spear!”

The crystals coalesced with blinding speed, forming not a spear of a hundred zhang, but one of ordinary size, which Wang Lin grasped and hurled forward. It collided with the violet light in a cataclysmic clash.

The universe shuddered. The violet light shattered, unleashing an unimaginable wave of force that tore across the battlefield. Any who failed to evade the blast were instantly obliterated. The God-Slaying Spear remained unscathed, merely dimmed, as it returned to Wang Lin’s hand. “Indeed, the Ancient God Royal Clan artifact can withstand such a degree of the Extreme Realm!” A spark of satisfaction ignited in Wang Lin’s eyes as the spear faded into ethereal nothingness.

“Alas, my current cultivation only allows me to conjure its phantom form. The true God-Slaying Spear resides with Rasen!” Wang Lin vanished, reappearing behind a Murderous Domain cultivator, his expression unreadable. He extended a single finger.

Barely a hundred of the Murderous Domain cultivators remained, each a formidable warrior. Now, they formed a protective circle, hands weaving through incantations. The domain trembled as eleven of the colossal, sword-shaped structures that dotted the landscape crumbled.

Eleven beams of crystalline light shot forth, propelled by the chanting of the remaining cultivators, piercing the veil of reality. Wang Lin materialized in the void, and hot on his heels came the eleven crystalline lights, their speed terrifying.

Each held within a silver flying sword, and each sword pulsed with an overwhelming aura of slaughter. These were the blades forged by the first Lord of the Murderous Domain, crafted from the finest metals of the realm and nurtured by the domain’s dark energies for countless millennia. They had become instruments of death incarnate!

As the eleven swords pursued Wang Lin, mournful cries of countless souls, slain by the Murderous Domain, echoed from the crystalline light, swirling around him, threatening to drag him into their ethereal prison.

“Fine swords, indeed!” Wang Lin’s eyes flashed with a cold light. These blades were exceptional, forged in the same era, tempered by the same dark energies. They had developed a symbiotic bond, surpassing even the four Nascent Divinity swords forged by Ling Tianhou from the Four Small Heavens.

“If I could claim these ninety-nine flying swords, I might stand a chance against Ling Tianhou, even with my lacking cultivation!” Wang Lin’s eyes gleamed with ambition as he licked his lips.

“The Murderous Domain holds many treasures!” Wang Lin’s mind raced. He knew Clear Water had brought him along not for his strength, but to grant him an opportunity for fortune, repaying his kindness within the void. Just then, three figures broke from the circle of a hundred cultivators.

Two were at the mid-stage of the Insightful Void, and the third, an elder, possessed an exceptionally high cultivation, having reached the late-stage of Insightful Void!

The elder had remained hidden during Wang Lin and Clear Water’s battle, now stepping forth with caution.

At their appearance, the elder slapped his storage pouch, releasing four jade gourds that emanated a soft, gentle light. With a swift hand seal, the elder pointed forward. The gourds spun, scattering before him, facing Wang Lin. “May the Precious Gourd Immortals slay this man!”

As the elder spoke, the four gourds shuddered, releasing four milky white wisps that formed into ethereal female figures, gracefully dancing as they flew towards Wang Lin.

Beside him, the other two unleashed their own arts and treasures. One slapped his forehead, and a black Nascent Divinity orb emerged, emanating a chilling aura. With a guttural roar, the cultivator cried, “Ten Thousand Jun of Water!”

The orb transformed into a sea of black water, expanding until it consumed half the sky, crashing toward Wang Lin with the roar of a monstrous wave.

The final cultivator’s body erupted with crimson energy, his skin crawling with countless blood vessels, contorting his face into a gruesome mask. Hands forming incantations, he bellowed, “Blood-Transformation Immortal Net!”

A cacophony of pops echoed from his body as the blood vessels pierced through his skin, forming a vast, crimson web that surged towards Wang Lin, seeking to bind him.

The three had unleashed their most potent arts and treasures, seizing the moment of Wang Lin’s pursuit by the eleven crystalline lights.

Not only they, but the remaining hundred cultivators also poured forth their remaining power, unleashing every art and spell they possessed.

Wang Lin’s eyes flashed with a cold smirk. Without hesitation, he spat out an object—the Eighteen Hells Sealing Immortal Stamp! The moment it emerged, a chorus of tormented howls erupted from within, like a raging storm.

Wang Lin pointed, and that finger broke the seals, unleashing the gates of the eighteen hells, from which countless vengeful spirits swarmed. “Scatter Beans, Form Soldiers!” Wang Lin roared.

Instantly, the horde of spirits surged across the heavens, slamming into all around, especially the Blood Ancestor’s soul, unleashing a primal roar that shook the very foundations of existence.

Wang Lin, having unleashed his army of souls, paid it no further mind. His target was the eleven crystalline lights that hunted him. With a flicker, Wang Lin defied convention, moving backward as he reached out, his Ancient God hand materializing, grabbing one of the crystalline lights.

At the moment of contact, a searing pain shot through his palm. His eyes narrowed, and gripping the crystalline light, he swiftly retreated, channeling his Yuan Qi and Ancient God power. He squeezed, but to his surprise, the crystal did not shatter.

Instead, a violent backlash erupted from within, conjuring tens of thousands of souls, each with a twisted, anguished face, lunging to devour him. “I wield arts and spells tied to the soul. Do you think a mere ten thousand remnants can intimidate me!” In that instant, the coldness in Wang Lin’s eyes vanished, replaced by the fury of thunder!

His Nascent Divinity, an Ancient Thunder Dragon, claimed its right to wield the power of thunder. A vortex opened between his brows, and the Nascent Divinity emerged, revealing its true Thunder Dragon form, unleashing a roar that echoed through the heavens!

Heaven and earth trembled! Bolts of lightning coalesced from all directions, transforming the Murderous Domain into a hell of thunder!

The thunder reverberated through the air, the sounds drowning all others. Every nearby cultivator clutched their ears, even Clear Water and Ling Yunzi, locked in battle amidst the violet mist, paused, turning their heads. Approval flashed in Clear Water’s eyes, while Ling Yunzi’s face twisted in fury.

Limitless lightning filled the air, as if every spark in existence bent to Wang Lin’s will. The bolts gathered around the crystalline light in his hand. It was as if Wang Lin held the very power of thunder, drawing it all to him!

“You, will submit!” Wang Lin roared, and the tens of thousands of souls that had materialized around the crystalline light faltered, replaced by terror as the storm of thunder crashed down. The crystalline light shattered. In Wang Lin’s hand, he now held a seven-foot silver sword. The tens of thousands of souls had been absorbed into its blade. Etched upon its surface was the character “Nine.” The sword hummed, bowing to Wang Lin’s will.