Hungover, I crossed over to the psychic realm

The universe seemed to be in a state of collapse. The chaotic energy was like a raging tempest in the vast ocean, capable of swallowing the sky and the earth. The biting wind howled like the wailing of evil spirits from the Nine Netherworld, swirling and raging with a pungent smell of blood. At the battlefield where good and evil clashed, the precious lights of the magic treasures flowed like a galaxy, crisscrossing each other. The roars of the spells shook the entire universe, and the shouts of battle and the screams of the dying intertwined and echoed, each sound shrill and mournful, as if trying to tear the vast sky apart like a tattered piece of cloth.

In the swirling chaos of the battle, Lin Yu was like a shooting star in the dark night. His figure was vigorous and agile, moving as fast as lightning, deftly shuttling through the enemy ranks that were as numerous as an army of thousands. His eyes were as sharp as a falcon's, shining with a cold light, as if he could penetrate the thick fog of the battlefield and have a clear view of all the hidden dangers and opportunities. Suddenly, his gaze focused. In front of him, a huge object shimmered with a strange and eerie light, like a ferocious and evil eye in the endless night, gripping his heart tightly. It was the core of the evil ceremony, a giant magic array that spanned dozens of zhang in size.

This magic array was like a primeval ferocious beast that had broken free from the shackles of the Nine Netherworld and crawled out, exuding an intimidating and terrifying pressure that made one's blood run cold. The patterns on the array were like ancient evil snakes coiling and twisting. Among the complex and distorted lines, a faint green and evil light flickered on and off. Each pattern seemed to have its own intelligence, like a venomous python spitting out its forked tongue, exuding a decadent and evil aura, as if softly telling the tragic and heart-breaking fate of the innocent lives that had been sacrificed. Surrounding the magic array was a circle of soul crystals emitting a faint light. They varied in size and shape, but all contained the pure power of the spirits of once-living beings. Now, these spirits of life had been brutally stripped and imprisoned here by the evil forces in a crazy and inhumane way, becoming the source of evil and the weapon that fueled the evil ceremony. Under the greedy devouring and cruel urging of the evil power of the magic array, these soul crystals flickered with a faint and plaintive light, as if sobbing softly, or crying out in despair, each sound filled with blood, desperately begging for salvation and liberation from the heavens.

When Lin Yu saw this tragic scene, a fierce anger burned in his chest like a blazing sun, almost bursting out. At the same time, his mind was clear and sharp, and he keenly realized that this magic array was the root of all evil, like a door to the evil realm connecting to the Nine Netherworld. As long as he could destroy it, he could cut off the wings of the demons, completely stop this apocalyptic ceremony that was about to drag the cultivation world into the abyss of eternal damnation, save countless lives on the verge of death, and protect this world from collapsing. With this thought in mind, he did not hesitate for a moment. Like a comet streaking across the moon, he turned his body and rushed towards the magic array with a fearless attitude, like a meteor carrying the flames of revenge. His momentum was like a rainbow piercing the sun, irresistible.

In an instant, those evil minions were like wolves gone mad at the smell of blood. Their eyes glinted with a fierce light, and they roared and charged towards Lin Yu like a surging wave, trying to build an impenetrable and indestructible barrier of death with their decaying bodies and insidious spells. However, Lin Yu stood firm like a towering mountain, showing no fear. The long sword in his hand was like a waking spirit snake. With a gentle shake, in an instant, the sound of the sword was like a dragon roaring in the sky, resounding far and wide. The ancient runes on the sword body seemed to be awakened by his resolute determination, shining with a dazzling golden light. His figure was as elusive as a ghost, flexible and changeable. In the midst of the enemy's heavy siege, he was like a dragon playing with a phoenix, dashing left and right. Every sword strike was precise, sharp, and ruthless, as if the gods were unleashing their wrath. Each strike aimed to kill, and wherever he passed, a mist of blood filled the air, like a Shura's inferno. Behind him, he left a bloody path paved with the remnants of his enemies, a shocking sight. Although he was already covered in wounds at this time, his clothes were tattered and his armor was soaked in blood, like a war god bathed in blood, the light in his deep eyes became even more resolute and bright, like shining stars. Relying on his unyielding willpower as firm as a rock and his powerful strength tempered through countless life-and-death situations, he was like a fearless warrior cutting through thorns, step by step breaking through the enemy's layers of death defenses that were as solid as a wall of bronze and a barrier of iron, getting closer and closer to the core of evil.

Finally, Lin Yu broke through numerous difficulties and obstacles, like a sharp blade cutting through frost and snow, and approached the evil magic array. However, his every move had long been observed by the evil high-ranking members. Their expressions changed drastically, as if they had encountered a ghost in broad daylight. Panic and determination flickered in their eyes. These villains were like ghosts in the dark night. With a flash of their figures, they instantly surrounded Lin Yu in the center, forming a tight encirclement. Then, their hands flailed like those of mad demons, and they mumbled incantations, as if reciting evil spells from hell. The spiritual power around their bodies surged like a furious black tide, madly churning and converging. In an instant, it turned into a series of powerful attack spells that were like apocalyptic disasters. In the blink of an eye, black demonic flames burned like the fire of hell, a faint green poisonous miasma drifted like the breath of a demon, and eerie white bone spears were like the scythes of the god of death, aiming to kill. All kinds of strange and deadly attacks swept towards Lin Yu like an apocalyptic storm, as if to swallow him up in the endless darkness in an instant, turning him into powder and erasing him from the world.

Lin Yu remained calm and composed, like an unparalleled war god descending to the mortal world. He stood firm like a towering mountain and a deep abyss. Taking a deep breath, his feet seemed to take root, standing firmly on the ground. Every muscle was as taut as a bowstring, as if hiding a thousand catties of strength. His bones cracked, as if playing a fearless battle song. In an instant, he unleashed all the spiritual power in his body like a burst dam, pouring out from his meridians without reservation. Like all rivers flowing into the sea, it converged on the Primordial Divine Sword in his hand, which exuded a sacred and solemn aura like the grace of the gods. As the spiritual power was injected like a torrent, the divine sword seemed to be an ancient artifact awakening. Its light shone brightly, like the rising sun. The runes flickered and danced, like twinkling stars, as if joyfully responding to the fearless call and resolute determination of its master. Lin Yu's eyes were like cold stars, and his eyes revealed a resolute and determined look, as if he had already put his life on the line. He suddenly raised his head and let out a deafening roar, the sound of which was like the thunder of anger, spreading far and wide, filled with endless anger and majestic power, as if it could shatter the universe. Then, his hands were like iron clamps, tightly gripping the divine sword, and he raised it high, as if he were holding up the sky. Then, he swung it with all his might, as if Pangu creating the world.

In an instant, a dazzling sword qi that seemed to contain the power of creating the world rushed out like the first ray of dawn at the beginning of chaos. This sword qi was like an enraged golden dragon, with its scales and claws spread out, roaring and charging towards the magic array, as if it wanted to devour and purify all the evil in the world. Wherever it passed, the space was like fragile paper, shaking and breaking, like shattered glass. The airflow was like thin spider silk, being ruthlessly torn apart, making a shrill and ear-piercing sound, like the wailing of ghosts. Finally, the sword qi, like the anger of the gods, struck the magic array heavily. With a deafening sound that seemed to shake the heavens and the earth, like the collapse of the sky and the splitting of the earth, the patterns of the magic array were like candles in the wind and cobwebs in the rain. Under the impact of this violent force, they quickly twisted and broke, like a broken dream. A huge and deep crack that seemed like an endless abyss spread from the point where the sword qi struck, like the mouth of a demon, and instantly ran through the entire magic array. The magic array was like a severely wounded beast, shaking violently. The evil energy in the array was like a disturbed swarm of snakes and insects, chaotic and violent. The surrounding soul crystals were also like candles in the wind, flickering. It seemed that this evil ceremony was about to completely collapse and vanish into thin air like a dilapidated and crumbling building under Lin Yu's full-power strike, disappearing from the world without a trace.