Chapter 130: The Origin of the Chaotic Realm

Everyone was struck with shock and fury. Some elders pointed their trembling fingers at the middle-aged man, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

"You... you are from the Fourth Realm. Is this your trap?" The middle-aged man, his head wreathed in flickering flames, roared with sky-piercing rage as a pillar of fire erupted a hundred feet high above him.

"Indeed, I am the Inspector of the Fourth Realm! I am Yun Ming!" the man sneered deviously, shouting defiantly.

"I... I have failed the Dragon Clan... Let my broken body be the price to destroy a wretch like you!"

In the void, an elder’s face flushed red and then paled. Looking at the Dragon Island—now nearly submerged beneath the vast ocean—he spoke with sorrow and indignation. The next moment, his aura surged to the heavens, and his entire body seemed to ignite.

Boom!

Like a falling meteor, the elder hurtled toward Yun Ming, his body surging with terrifying spiritual energy—a desperate, scorched-earth maneuver.

"Heh... old fool, if you were at your peak, you might have caused me some trouble. But now... go to hell!"

Yun Ming moved his hands in rapid succession, ripples spreading through the void as wave after wave of terrifying shockwaves surged forth like ripples on water.

Hum, hum, hum...

At that moment, the entire world resonated with the sound of a great bell.

Boom!

Amidst the overlapping ripples, the elder was like a lone leaf in an angry sea, rising and falling with the waves until, with a thunderous blast, he shattered into nothingness in the void.

"We have failed the Dragon Clan. After today, we have no face to continue living. Before we die, let us make one final contribution to the Martial Soul World!"

Amidst the deafening roar, the remaining twenty or so great masters surged with spiritual energy. Wave after wave of world-destroying aura rose as they charged at Yun Ming, utterly fearless of death.

"These madmen..." Yun Ming exclaimed in alarm at the sight, quickly retreating. The hundred or so giants, unwilling to clash with those destined to die, also chose to withdraw.

But would a group of grief-stricken, peerless masters, fueled by an absolute resolve to die, let them all escape unscathed?

The answer was no.

Even as they retreated rapidly, dozens were still caught in the vast radiance of the laws.

"Ahhh!"

As they shrieked in terror, shards of life essence slammed into them, turning them into droplets of light that drifted away into the heavens and earth.

"You old wretch, stop chasing me..."

On the other side, Yun Ming fled at full speed, covering a thousand feet with every stride. Yet, behind him, a five-clawed golden dragon, a thousand feet long, pursued him relentlessly.

Rumble...

Bursts of dragon breath and vast laws were unleashed, making the seas howl and the mountains crumble. This was a life-and-death chase that spanned the entire Martial Soul Continent. Along the way, many cloud-piercing peaks collapsed and great rivers were vaporized.

Finally, the man and the dragon flew out of the Martial Soul Continent and into the boundless starry sky.

Boom!

Suddenly, the divine dragon's body expanded, growing from thousands of feet to ten thousand. With a sweep of its tail, Yun Ming was sent flying thousands of miles away.

"Heaven and Earth Cage... Eternal Moment..."

The giant dragon spoke in human tongue, unleashing two laws simultaneously.

The next instant, the weakened Yun Ming froze, as if crushed by billions of tons of weight, his face flushed red as he stood paralyzed in place. Then, a rain of white light descended upon him. In a mere heartbeat, Yun Ming’s appearance shifted from middle age to that of an old man with white hair and beard.

"No..."

As Yun Ming let out a gut-wrenching roar, his body began to disintegrate, starting from his hands, turning into fine powder that drifted away...

Before long, his arms were entirely reduced to dust. But it did not end there; his torso, legs, and head began to shed powder into the void. Soon, his entire body had turned to dust, drifting away into the darkness. The entire process took only a few breaths, yet Yun Ming seemed to have endured endless ages—from middle age to death, and then to decay.

On the other side, the five-clawed golden dragon, having exhausted itself to unleash the two great laws under heavy injury, rapidly transformed into the form of an old man. No sooner had he shifted than he spat out a mouthful of blood, clearly suffering from severe internal trauma.

"After such a catastrophe, the Dragon Clan may well be wiped from existence. I must not let the legacy of the Dragon Clan end in my hands!" The old man sighed, bowing his head and murmuring to himself.

Boom!

The next moment, the old man erupted with a towering aura. He stood with hands raised, pulling a massive star from the distance.

"Refine!"

The old man roared, his vast, sea-like spiritual energy pouring into the star. Finally, under the weight of his endless refining power, the star, tens of thousands of miles wide, was condensed into a small, spherical orb only a few meters across.

"Let the legacy of my Dragon Clan be sealed within this! May a fated successor find it in the future." Holding the star, the old man walked back toward the Martial Soul Continent through the void. With every step he took, his aura weakened. By the end, he barely had the strength to hold the orb.

Whoosh...

At a certain moment, the orb slipped from the old man's palm, falling toward the boundless world below.

"Finally, it has fallen to the continent! I can... die in peace..."

As he finished these words, the old man’s body slowly collapsed. In the dark starry sky, the ten-thousand-foot corpse of the five-clawed dragon floated away into the distance.

From the start of the battle to the death of the old man, Ye Feng, sitting before the stone stele, had remained perfectly still. During this process, tiny fragments of light continued to drift from the stele into Ye Feng’s body. It was the essence released by the twenty ancient masters in their final moments.

Snap...

At one point, a crystalline tear fell from the Dragon Island, which was now half-submerged in the sea. In the void, Ye Feng’s sliver of consciousness slowly vanished.

The battle had ended. No more light fell from the stone stele, which stood silently upon the blood-stained shore. Ye Feng’s body remained like a pine tree, sitting before the stele, unmoving.

Several days later, Ye Feng finally stood up slowly.

"Was the Dragon Clan, like the Guardians, also wiped out by a mysterious sneak attack? But the scene of the Dragon Island is so familiar... it is just like... the island of the wailing infant..."

Ye Feng gazed into the depths of the blood-red sea at the rising and falling island, murmuring to himself, "Who was it that saved the Dragon Island from its collapse? And this golden barrier... it seems to share the same aura as those giants..."

Muttering, Ye Feng paced slowly, alternating his gaze between the Dragon Island and the broken blade in his hand.

"Is that star the current Chaos Domain? It was actually refined by that old man from a massive planet..."