The Dao Ancestor's Terror, Qingyuan's Move, and the Six Heavenly Dao Saints Burning Their Sources!

BOOM!!

The explosion erupted in the deepest reaches of Chaos.

It was not a sound.

It was existence itself shattering.

Hongjun's body began to break apart.

His face twisted.

That face, impassive for countless Yuan Hui, was now like a bronze mirror struck by a heavy hammer. Cracks spread from between his brows in every direction.

Light seeped from every crack. It was not the light of magic power or the Great Dao. It was the last afterglow of existence spilling out as it collapsed.

His Daoist robe crumbled to dust in Chaos.

That robe, woven with the Karma of countless eras, bearing the authority of the Three Daos of Heaven, Earth, and Humanity and steeped in the Primordial Wilderness Source, was crushed like a dead leaf.

Each speck of dust reflected the remnant image of an era. Those images drifted through Chaos, spinning and falling.

Behind him appeared one after another remnant image of the Primordial Wilderness.

Each image was an era.

Every era was collapsing.

In the first image, Pangu was performing Heaven-Opening.

The giant axe fell. Chaos burst apart. Heaven and earth separated for the first time.

But the newly formed world immediately began to crack. Clear and turbid qi churned together again, and mountains and rivers rolled back into Chaos.

In the second image came the Dragon-Han Initial Tribulation.

Ancestral Dragon, Yuanfeng, and First Qilin fought. The corpses of the Dragon-Phoenix-Qilin Three Clans covered the Primordial Wilderness, and blood formed an ocean.

But at the final moment, that ocean surged backward and became Chaos once more.

In the third image came the Witch-Against-Demon War.

The Twelve Ancestor Witches and Di Jun and Tai Yi perished together above the Heavenly Court. The Heavenly Pillar broke, the bonds of the earth snapped, and floods swept across the world.