Dao Lineage Shattered in the Fight for a Slim Chance; Laws Extinguished Beneath the Tianhe Ruler

One Pure Yang Sacred Land, one Xuanmen Dao Sect.

In its heyday, its name shook the cosmos and its might intimidated all heavens. At this moment, the sacred land and Dao sect's fortune was vigorous and flourishing, like a pillar holding up the sky, while the sect's ancestors were like resplendent suns suppressing countless beings.

The sect was powerful, its disciples strove forward, and its elders were harmonious. It occupied a great world and commanded three thousand small and medium worlds. Its disciples were countless, its heavenly treasures inexhaustible—a scene of flowers piled upon brocade, oil poured upon blazing fire.

Yet the decline of such a powerful sect would not pass in obscurity. Just as the extinction of a great sun was bound to be accompanied by boundless radiance illuminating eternity and myriad worlds, its explosion sweeping through all heavens, the more powerful a sect was, the more dangerous it became when it reached its end.

There would be the sect disciples' counterattack, the backlash of the sect's fortune, and the sect patriarchs' desperate final struggle.

Who would dare underestimate the death-defying final blow of a Pure Yang Sacred Land at death's door?

Now, the Qiankun Dao Sect of Jiuzhou World, renowned throughout the chaotic cosmos for forty thousand years, was about to meet its destruction. Its downfall would inevitably be accompanied by a heaven-reaching calamity, ending with the fall of countless living beings.

At present, the Qiankun Dao Sect's foundation in Jiuzhou World was reduced to one corner of Cangzhou. Its fortune had already turned gray and decayed, while that once vigorous pillar of fortune had long since cracked and was on the verge of collapse.

At such a time, the Qiankun Dao Sect's remaining disciples would naturally include people like Daoist Yongkang, who fled in fear and panic.