The End of the Great Dao

"Kill!"

"Wipe out the Demon Race! Destroy them!"

"It's been thirty-three years. Do you know how I survived them? Kill!"

The entire Ninth Heaven launched a frenzied purge of the Demon Race. The sky was dyed red with blood, the baleful aura of blood shot into the heavens, and across the endless world, nothing remained but the hunt.

The upheaval across the Three Realms gradually subsided, and the ages seemed to enter a period of transition. Joy appeared on the faces of the Immortals and Buddhas throughout the heavens. Could it be that the demonic path had finally fallen into decline?

"Let the gods return to their places!" Haotian shouted as he ascended the Ninth Heaven.

"Let the Buddhas be enfeoffed!" Tathagata also set foot on Spirit Mountain.

Watching everyone return in victory, Saint Kunpeng, who had been plotting to seize the Heavenly Court all this time, had bloodshot eyes. They were completely red. Not one of the promises Hongjun had made to him had come true.

"Saint Kunpeng..." Lu Ya looked at him, understanding that taking the Heavenly Court had now become a joke. Yet in this era, when Saints emerged one after another and Primordial Grand Unity Golden Immortals were constantly being born, even the fate of the world seemed to have become a joke.

"Let's go back!" Saint Kunpeng forcibly suppressed his boundless rage and led the Northern Sea demon clan away.

No one would care about him. The current era had undergone a great upheaval, and the gazes of countless Immortals and Buddhas were focused on the Heavenly Court. On one side stood Haotian, who had attained the Primordial Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm and enjoyed Hongjun's full support; on the other were the two Saints born from Buddhism...

While everyone was immersed in congratulations, Chen