Hungover, I crossed over to the psychic realm

Time flies like an arrow, and the years pass by like flowing water. In the midst of the intense and busy preparations, the Spiritual Domain is like a quiet deep sea on the eve of a storm. On the surface, it is calm, but in reality, there are undercurrents surging, and the crisis lurks in every inch of the air. However, the great wheel of fate crushes mercilessly, and that fragile peace is ultimately brutally torn to pieces. The situation changes suddenly, and the universe trembles.

In that profound and abyssal Chaos Realm, which is like a prison of eternal night, a mysterious force that has been lying dormant for a long time and is extremely evil, like a poisonous python hidden in the deep shadows, after a long period of sinister plotting and power accumulation, finally erupts in the stillness. It opens its huge mouth that can swallow the sky and the earth, and defiantly launches a terrifying invasion of a scale so grand that it is rarely seen in history.

Look! The dark forces surging out from the bottom of the Abyss of Chaos this time are like a vast rolling cloud of ink that can swallow the sky and block out the sun, overwhelming the universe. They are accompanied by a powerful momentum that can crush all things, coming in a menacing manner with the force to collapse mountains and split the earth. The number of them is so vast that it exceeds the imagination of all living beings in the mortal world. Countless dark monsters with strange shapes and exuding a bone-chilling and soul-terrifying sinister aura are roaring and gallop at the forefront of this evil army, like ferocious demons that have broken free from the Avici Hell.

Among them, some monsters have towering bodies like mountains stretching across. Every step they take makes the earth crack and the mountains tremble, as if a prehistoric beast has descended to the world. Thick black mist coils around their bodies, and a faint light flickers in the mist, as if hiding the evil and great power to destroy the world, making those who see it tremble with fear. Some monsters are agile and swift, faster than the speed of light. They shuttle like ghosts in the darkness, and their traces are hard to find. Their sharp claws and fangs that glisten with a cold light reveal a deadly chill in the faint light, seemingly able to easily tear apart anything that stands in their way, whether it is a solid rock or a spiritual formation, nothing can withstand their sharpness.

Following these terrifying dark monsters is a group of cultivators who have been corrupted in soul and bone by the evil forces, possess extraordinary strength, and have a ruthless nature. They are dressed in black robes embroidered with mysterious and evil runes. The runes seem to be possessed by evil spirits, emitting a faint black light, as if whispering a forbidden contract with the darkness. Their eyes are empty and soulless, but they reveal a bone-piercing cruelty. They tightly hold various magic treasures and divine weapons in their hands. With the sinister blessing of the dark power, these weapons shine with a creepy halo, like bloodthirsty beasts eagerly waiting to devour the life and soul of their opponents.

This torrent of evil is like a raging and unstoppable sea wave, sweeping towards the Spiritual Domain. Wherever it passes, it is like the arrival of an apocalyptic disaster, and all is desolate and ruined. The once peaceful, harmonious, and vibrant land of the Spiritual Domain has been mercilessly torn apart by this evil force, forming deep and bottomless ravines, like the grieving wounds of the earth. The continuous mountains collapse with a thunderous crash, huge rocks roll down, and dust blocks out the sun. The clear rivers are forced to change their courses, and the torrents flood, submerging the fields. The lush forests are turned into scorched earth, and the burning trees turn into ashes amidst the crackling sounds of mourning. Billowing smoke rushes straight into the sky, dyeing the sky a deathly gray.

The defensive formations painstakingly constructed by the Spiritual Domain are as fragile as a sandcastle under the violent impact of this evil force and collapse instantly. The faint light of the formation patterns flickers a few times in a struggle and is then swallowed up by the endless darkness and completely annihilated. Those defensive barriers that were once regarded as solid shields are also as fragile as thin ice, easily shattered into powder and turned into spiritual lights that dissipate in the wind, as if they had never existed.

In the blink of an eye, the Spiritual Domain has fallen into a desperate abyss, with life and death hanging in the balance. The haze of despair hangs over it like a dark cloud, pressing so heavily that it is hard to breathe. But at this critical juncture of life and death, a figure is like the dawn breaking through the darkness, tearing apart the curtain of darkness and igniting the flickering spark of hope in everyone's heart.

This person is Lin Yu. He stands tall and proud, like a pine tree defying the frost and snow, standing firmly on this devastated land full of scars. His eyes are as resolute as torches, as if they can pierce through the dark depths of the netherworld and see the faint light of victory. Without the slightest hesitation, he raises his arm and shouts, his voice is like a bell, and the powerful sound waves resound throughout the eight directions and six realms of the Spiritual Domain, awakening the courage and fighting spirit in everyone's heart. Under his leadership, the cultivators of the Spiritual Domain all gather their spirits. Flames of anger and determination burn in their eyes, and they bravely charge towards the surging evil forces, fearlessly facing this ultimate trial of life and death.

In an instant, an ultimate battle that shakes the heavens and moves the spirits, a battle related to life and death, grandly kicks off on this war-torn and scarred land, opening the bloody and fiery prelude.

On the battlefield, for a moment, there is a dazzling brilliance, as if the Golden Crow has fallen to the ground and the day has returned to the world. The brilliant and dazzling spiritual lights of various spells crisscross, illuminating the night sky like a dreamy world of colored glaze. The cultivators each display their unique skills. Some call forth raging flames, and the intense heat is as if it can melt gold and iron. The air is burned and distorted, as if in a purgatory furnace. Some sacrifice the power of frost and cold, freezing everything for thousands of miles wherever they go. All things are frozen under the crystal-clear ice layer, as if time has stood still. Some trigger sharp wind blades, and the howling of the wind is like the wailing of ghosts and gods. They are as fast as shooting stars, flashing across the sky, tearing open bloody gaps in the dark army. Broken limbs and arms fly around, and blood gushes out, and the tragic scene is unbearable to watch.

The shouts of killing are deafening, resounding through the sky. The angry roars, the painful cries, and the loud crashes of magic treasures colliding resonate with each other, composing a magnificent and tragic war song. This passionate battle song seems to gather the perseverance for life and the resistance against evil of all living beings on the battlefield. Every sound is full of blood, and every word pierces the heart.

Lin Yu is like the most dazzling star on the battlefield, shining brightly and standing proudly at the forefront of the battle, emitting a light that makes the enemy tremble with fear. He goes all out and has no reservations in engaging in a thrilling and life-and-death peak battle with the evil masters. The Taichu Divine Sword in his hand seems to sense the resolute fighting spirit of its master, and its light gushes out like a towering pillar. Every swing of the sword is like a sword that can split the sky, carrying a powerful force that can shatter the heavens and the earth, as if it can cut through the yin and yang of the universe. Where the sword points, the dark monsters and evil cultivators are like withered grass falling down, and they fall in droves. The blood converges like a river, dyeing the earth into a sea of blood.

By his side, the chaotic power is like a majestic black sacred dragon coiling and guarding quietly. This defensive light screen condensed by the great power of chaos emits a mysterious and boundless aura, closely protecting Lin Yu. It withstands the enemy's stormy attacks. Whenever the evil force attacks, the chaotic power seems to have its own spiritual awareness, changing nimbly, and skillfully eliminating the attacks without a trace, like an immortal mountain standing firmly on the battlefield, creating a safe area for Lin Yu, allowing him to focus on killing the enemy without distractions. He becomes the mainstay of the Spiritual Domain in this life-and-death battle, defending the last ray of hope of the Spiritual Domain with his unyielding body.