Senior Brother Bairen, Still Not Making a Move?

So-called Guardian True Gods were, in truth, merely puppets with resounding titles—expendable items, extensions of spells. They were somewhat like external incarnations, but possessed no self-awareness and only obeyed commands.

"How dare you, thief!"

"Release the Luo Family's ancestor!"

Two furious roars rang out at once. Dazzling light immediately flashed, and two magic treasures slammed directly into the Abyssal Divine Throne, sending wave after wave of divine radiance surging from the collision.

These were magic treasures belonging to Luo Family cultivators. The Dao Patterns engraved within had all been taken from the remnant body of the Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow Pagoda. Their might already exceeded that of ordinary magic treasures, and could not be judged by common sense.

Unfortunately, the magic treasure they faced was the Abyssal Divine Throne, a treasure formed from the Six Paths of Reincarnation of the underworld in the Primordial Great World. The Dao Patterns within were profoundly mysterious, and it effortlessly blocked the full-force strike of the Luo Family cultivators' two magic treasures.

The firmament cracked apart, laws drifted like cotton, and two figures shattered the void as they arrived, carrying towering killing intent.

One was a Grand Unity cultivator of the Luo Family. The pressure around him was as oppressive as a prison, while the magic treasure in his hand bloomed with boundless divine light. One held an ancient bronze bell; with a single toll, ten thousand mountains turned to ash. The other supported a seven-tiered pagoda, from which runes fell like a river of stars.

Meanwhile, Qin Wang's black hair streamed behind him, faint red light flickering across his robes. Netherworld Power swept three thousand li around him, cleaving yin and yang apart as though Yellow Springs had emerged into the mortal world, sending chills through the heart.

**"Wretch, hand over the