World Suppression, Seeking the Ancestral Vein

North Sea.

The void thundered, erupting with explosive blasts.

Lord Yan, who was locked in a fierce battle with Xiang Taixu, looked deathly pale, blood staining the corner of his mouth.

"Yin Yang Law. No wonder your combat strength is so formidable."

The Yin Yang Law was a supreme law, extraordinarily difficult to comprehend, with offense and defense fused into one.

Just as everyone was engaged in battle.

The heavens suddenly split apart, and nine purple-gold blazing suns hung high overhead. Countless heaven-piercing chains engraved with golden runes came crashing down from the rift and the cores of the suns, instantly piercing through heaven and earth!

Countless spiritual tides froze in an instant. Space solidified like lead and swiftly spread outward.

Above the clouds, protective divine radiance went out one after another, and powerful cultivators fell like rain.

Large numbers of warships shook violently. The savage purple-black runes covering their hulls faded and peeled away at a visible speed, like moss baked beneath a blazing sun.

"What is happening?" Lord Yan, still in battle, was both shocked and enraged. He discovered that the divine power within him had suddenly fallen into disarray, as though countless tiny golden needles were coursing through his meridians.

Western Realm, Golden Desert Plains.

One hundred thousand Fallen Cultivators formed a grand formation and advanced steadily. Everywhere they passed, the earth was stained blood-red.

Suddenly, the Fallen Emissaries flying through the air were struck by immense suppression at the same time. Golden patterns emerged across their skin, and even their bloodlines were burning.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Large numbers of high-level Fallen Cultivators dropped from the void, vomiting blood wildly.

Tianlan Dao.

Eastern Prefecture.

A bloody battle was also unfolding here, blood splashing through the void.

Luo Changtian, sect master of the Tai Xu Sword Sect, Lei