After the Son of Heaven Taishang had cultivated in the White-Headed Immortal Ancestor's Daoist temple for three thousand years, he once again roamed the world, wantonly devouring the cultivation of living beings. After he absorbed their cultivation, those living beings would not die, but in Zhongtian, a world where the weak were meat and the strong did the eating, having no cultivation was almost equal to a dead end.
As the Son of Heaven Taishang grew stronger and stronger, the overlords of heaven and earth also felt uneasy. They began joining forces, wanting to exterminate the Son of Heaven Taishang in one stroke, only to suffer defeat after defeat, while the Son of Heaven Taishang also carved out his own fearsome name.
Taishang Demon God!
His demonic might shrouded heaven and earth, leaving all living beings trembling with unease.
The shouted exchanges in some of the great battles also let the Wushi Disciples learn of the Taishang Demon God's existence.
The Wushi Disciples had never imagined that Zhongtian's human race would be the first to raise a great calamity in this realm. In the Heavenly Spirit Great World, the human race was the main character, and in their understanding, the human race had always played the role of savior.
In private, they discussed this matter, feeling that Zhongtian had already become even more dangerous than the Heavenly Spirit Great World.
Time flew.
Seven thousand years swiftly passed.
That year, within the White-Headed Immortal Ancestor's valley Daoist temple, Wu Jue, dressed in blue, knelt and bowed to the White-Headed Immortal Ancestor, knocking his head three times with audible thuds.
The White-Headed Immortal Ancestor sat beneath a peach tree, his expression indifferent, his gaze falling on Wu Jue. There was not the slightest ripple in his eyes.
Only after Wu Jue rose