Chapter 995: The Destruction of the Soulstream

Yi Hao towered over the highest reaches of the Primordial Chaos Starry Region with solemn majesty.

Luo Hongyan, though also a God King, no longer radiated her aura of light and darkness.

She appeared to have already fallen, with no vestiges of life seeming to stir from her.

Having fused the Dao of Light and the Dao of Darkness into one, her combat prowess and cultivation realm surpassed most God Kings. Despite this, she had still been reduced to this wretched state. Her aura was gone, her wings stripped bare, and her body shrouded in deathly stillness.

𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

A mere glance was enough to see that she had endured a fierce battle and had come out defeated. Defeat, more often than not, meant death.

Yi Hao, the God King of Fate, wore an expression of detached apathy, not so much as sparing a glance at her corpse. His eyes were firmly fixed upon the primordial behemoths below, howling defiantly skyward through the breaches in the silver canopy.

Scorn curled his lips as he lightly shook his head. "Useless. Not even worth mentioning."

Silver rays burst forth from the silver eye, which was as large as a sun or a moon. The starry region became flooded with blinding brilliance.

The sea of argent light in which that silver eye floated boiled over with boundless wonders. Nebulas, worlds, living beings, mountains, rivers, civilizations, and even the primordial forms of countless Dao Sources emerged one after another. All of that will's creations appeared to have been reborn within that radiant sea.

"That sea of argent light, also known as the Sea of Creation, the Sea of the Myriad, or the Sea of Order and Law." Pang Lin's voice trembled in fear.

Chilling indifference laced Yi Hao's voice as he declared, "All that I have given rise to shall never defy me."

The supreme will of the starry skies had descended into Yi Hao!

That was why Luo Hongyan had fallen so swiftly. Yi Hao alone could not have brought that battle to a decisive end in such a short amount of time.

Silver rays pierced the ferocious primordial behemoths, causing them to explode into nothingness.

The Divine Persona between Yi Hao's brows blazed with astonishing brilliance as he fixed his gaze upon the Bee Sovereign.

The Bee Sovereign had since reverted to human form and size, descending atop the Hall of Gods once more.

"Did you think that forging a divine vessel of flesh and blood would make you my equal?" asked the supreme will of the starry skies through Yi Hao. "You are indeed a Dao Source with great wisdom, but you are not one of us. You cannot truly devour and subsume your kind."

A strange vortex stirred within Yi Hao's Divine Persona. At the same time, fine fissures crawled across the Bee Sovereign's Divine Persona, fracturing it.

The supreme will's corruption surged in unchecked through those cracks, burrowing firmly into the Bee Sovereign's Divine Persona.

The blue Soulstream in the Bee Sovereign's Divine Persona shuddered beneath an irresistible pull. Manifestations of the myriad Dao Sources rose from the Soulstream, driving his body, Divine Persona, and even the Hall of Gods above the ruptured silver canopy.

A sea of argent light under the supreme will's absolute control awaited him there.

The supreme will had been waging war on many fronts. It was the colossal storm of ice shards and the suffocating silver canopy. It was also the sea of argent light and Yi Hao.

While the Bee Sovereign shattered the storm of ice shards and hurled primordial behemoths at the silver canopy, it had descended into Yi Hao, defeating Luo Hongyan in the upper reaches of the Primordial Chaos Starry Region.

It then remade the upper reaches into a world of its own, tethered to the starry skies and bridged to countless beings. This was its sanctum and divine domain—its place of origin.

"You have merely grasped the traces that your kind has left behind. You have not truly fused with them. That is why I can reclaim them," it said calmly, beckoning with Yi Hao's hand.

It was as though an invisible hand had seized the Hall of Gods and the Bee Sovereign, wrenching them from the lower reaches of the Primordial Chaos Starry Region, straight into the sea of argent light.

The divine beings inside the Hall of Gods dissolved into murky streams of light that flowed into that argent sea. The Bee Sovereign had scarcely fallen into the strange sea when confusion and stupor overcame him. His Divine Persona slipped free of his control, drawn toward that colossal silver eye.

The lingering will of the Dao Source of Soul rippled through Pang Jian's sea of consciousness.

I've lost, Pang Jian. I'm no match for it.

The flickering traces of the fallen Dao Sources were slowly imprinted into the gray mist in Pang Jian's Immortal Divine Soul.

Meanwhile, the Divine Persona of Bee Sovereign shrank rapidly, and the blue Soulstream within it collapsed in upon itself.

"Hm?" The supreme will of the starry skies frowned ever so slightly, gazing at Pang Jian through Yi Hao's eyes with cold curiosity. "It placed all its hopes on you? Even though it had ascended as a God King, it could not prevail. What makes it believe that you can?"

Abruptly changing its mind, it struck out at the Bee Sovereign's Divine Persona, shattering it before it could transfer the traces of the fallen Dao Sources into the sea of argent light.

The Soulstream collapsed, and the waves of blue light that rippled out from it were instantly absorbed into the argent sea. The Bee Sovereign's body then disintegrated into dust.

The Dao Source of Soul had been reduced to fuel for the supreme will's endless evolution. Only the Hall of Gods, now bereft of bees, remained afloat within the sea of argent light.

Yi Hao's body took the Bee Sovereign's place atop the Hall of Gods. Above its head hovered the colossal silver eye, and around its body coiled the River of Fate.

"You will never defeat me," it sneered at the gray mist below.

Pang Lin let out a faint sigh. "I didn't think that even the Dao Source of Soul would meet such a bitter defeat."

A tide of rage boiled up within Pang Jian. His sea of consciousness roiled with fierce emotion.

The giant black-gold blade split apart with a resounding snap. Twelve divine artifacts—a bell, blade, sword, axe, hammer, shield, staff, spear, lance, armor, mirror, and cauldron—reemerged, each bearing the interwoven traces of myriad Daos and radiating a blinding light.

"Brother, you—" Pang Lin cried out in shock.

The fragments of the ruptured silver canopy hardened into razor-sharp blades and descended to clash against the twelve divine artifacts in a burst of dazzling flames.

Pang Jian soared skyward. "Sister Luo!"

The faintest stirrings of life could be sensed from Luo Hongyan. She was still alive!

"Brother, it's luring you in!" Pang Lin screamed in warning.