Uncertain how many eons passed, the two remained locked in a stalemate, in a great battle.
Yet, strangely, the myriad realms were unaffected.
Instead, they were protected by a peculiar power.
The aftershocks of their battle caused the myriad realms to resemble a small boat adrift in a sea of stars, swept away by the tempest of their conflict, carried into an unknown space.
"Madmen, all of them."
Only primordial creation-level innate beings were qualified to witness this battle. They found a withered universe amidst the chaotic void, suspended above it, silently observing this world-shattering confrontation.
"He is too terrifying, even facing an existence beyond the innate, a being not of the mortal realm, he is not outmatched," the Dao Ancestor spoke slowly, his expression tinged with awe.
Even for them, the most supreme among the innate beings, facing the manifestation of karma meant only a desperate struggle for survival, a flight for their lives.
Yet, Mu Changqing showed no fear, wielding the power of endless burial and world destruction, he fought karma blow for blow, locked in a stalemate.
Empress Xuan Yue nodded slightly, a sharp glint in her serene gaze.
If not for her inferiority, she truly wished to join the fray and lend Mu Changqing a hand.
At this moment, the Spiritual Ancestor, the Dao Ancestor, the Demon Ancestor, and Tian Ya, the spokesperson for the Heavenly Dao, were in another unknown location, observing this terrifying battle.
They naturally would not act against the Dao Ancestor and Empress Xuan Yue.
Firstly, beings who reached this level were virtually immortal, and except for Mu Changqing, even the Heavenly Dao could only suppress, not completely obliterate them. Thus, engaging in another fight with the Dao Ancestor and Empress Xuan Yue was utterly meaningless.
Secondly, even if they could suppress the two, the true arbiter of the grand situation was the battle between Mu Changqing and karma.
Another ten thousand eons passed, and their battle continued unabated.
At this level, the source of power no longer belonged to the heavens and the primordial chaos, but to the unknown. There was no concept of exhaustion; even if damaged, they could instantly recover with a mere thought.
Mu Changqing let out a low roar, the Burial Sword erupting with terrifying power once more.
Faintly, Mu Changqing sensed that Yin Yin was about to awaken again, undergoing a transformation.
At that very moment, Yin Yin indeed awoke.
She now seemed devoid of emotions, like a machine without feelings, her expression extremely cold. Purple light pulsed around her as her form rapidly grew, transforming into the appearance of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old maiden.
Her lustrous purple hair cascaded down to her waist, adorned in a light purple flowing immortal dress, a plain white translucent veil draped over her shoulders. Every movement she made was like that of a celestial maiden from beyond the heavens.
Now, as if awakening some memories, she possessed self-awareness, her purple eyes swirling with unfathomable mystery.
"Taboo of all beings, origin of darkness, epochs of heaven and earth, buried with a single thought."
As Yin Yin rose, the shattered primordial chaos fell silent. An aura that surpassed the innate surged from Mu Changqing's body. That aura, like the source of darkness, the taboo of all life, the power of burial, was boundless, awe-inspiring, and peerless.
Immeasurable beams of light, like lasers, pierced through endless time and space, erupting completely. All known epochs, all myriad laws, bowed in submission. The vast, malevolent, taboo power seemed poised to annihilate everything.
Rumbling!
A peerlessly radiant power streaked across the void, with countless taboo runes appearing everywhere. The primordial creation-level innate beings who had been observing fled in terror. They were no longer qualified to witness this spectacle. To linger further meant being buried here.
The figure of karma showed a flicker of emotion, rapidly retreating for an unfathomable distance. It controlled the Heavenly Abyss, transforming it into an altar for the myriad realms, drawing upon the power of karma from all sentient beings to form an endless karmic field, blocking this power.
"Damn it, has it awakened again? Even before fully reviving, it is this terrifying. In the past, with its full power, it gravely injured the Heavenly Dao. The taboo of all existence?" Karma muttered to itself, utilizing the karmic power of all beings to try and stop Mu Changqing.
The scene was truly too horrific to describe in words. Billions of stars, countless galaxies, endless universes, all appeared as tiny as a drop of spring water before this karmic field. Each thread of karma was forged from innumerable stars, a pervasive karmic field to which all sentient beings, no matter their origin, were subject.
Mu Changqing, however, was even more terrifying. His true form was growing without limit. The vastness of his body made the River of Time appear like a mere toy before him. The ancient histories of all beings, both innate and acquired, spanning countless eons, were like an ancient, profound, yet tangible book in his presence. Each strand of his hair was trillions of times larger than a galaxy, emitting a dazzling purple divine radiance. The vital energy within him flowed, and with each breath, an entire history of all beings unfolded. With a flick of his finger, time could be twisted at will. The variables of past, present, and future could be altered as he pleased. This meant Mu Changqing, from this moment onward, would fear no karma, transcending the level of innate beings. Time was his plaything, karma could not bind him, and destiny could not foresee his future trajectory.
Mu Changqing's eyes opened, revealing an endless stream of radiant purple starlight, as if billions of stars were swirling within them. He slowly raised the Burial Sword, its hilt far larger than the River of Time, and pointed its tip at karma.
"Karma? Transcending all beings? Then today, I shall sever karma."
Mu Changqing let out a cold roar and swung the Burial Sword downwards. The terrifying sword energy tore through heaven and earth with a deafening roar. The world instantly lost its color, as if violently split in two. The endless chaotic void was instantly pacified. With a single strike, the void was stretched billions of times, and countless worlds, under this power that surpassed all, slowly came into being, floating in the cold, somber darkness.
"Kill!"
With a mighty shout from Mu Changqing, the Burial Sword, imbued with endless taboo power, instantly cleaved through the Heavenly Abyss and shattered the karmic field.
Boom!
Karma exploded, brilliantly and dazzlingly. Beneath the world-shattering divine radiance, Mu Changqing hovered in the sky like a king transcending all, gazing down upon all beings.
Karma felt fear. Within its manifested body, dense Burial Taboo purple patterns were frantically devouring its karmic essence, causing it to sense a danger.
"Impossible, how can I be injured? I am karma, a being born in unknown epochs, how can I fail?" Karma roared, its body erupting with vast power to suppress the Burial Taboo energy.
Rumbling!
Just then, in an unknown epoch, a mysterious place. Extreme brilliance and strangeness reappeared, disrupting time, influencing all things, and the power to control all beings manifested once more. That power was different from karma, different from the Heavenly Dao; it was another power that transcended all beings.
Karma sensed it, a peculiar smile appearing at the corner of its mouth. It once again conjured the boundless Heavenly Abyss and suppressed downwards.
Mu Changqing's brow furrowed as he held his sword to block.
The next moment, a palm that surpassed time and space descended. The terrifying palm, with its clear lines, was composed of destiny's trajectory, controlling the fate of all beings.
Bang!
Caught off guard, Mu Changqing took a direct palm strike to his back. His body shattered eternity and extinguished the River of Time.
"Hmph, deviations should be erased. Let us join forces and suppress and exile him. No matter how time flows or epochs pass, as long as one does not think or intend, he can never return to reality."
A cold snort, filled with supreme, supreme authority, echoed through the void.