Kunpeng Suppresses the Myriad Ages

A cloud of blood billowed.

Behind the blood-red platform, it was as if a colossal beast had been unleashed.

Long Zixuan and Wu Dade both stepped forward, staring intently into the blood mist.

In the shadows, a colossal beast began to take shape.

The enormous human head, as big as a small mountain, and the huge serpentine body with a full eighteen arms.

Suddenly, the giant beast opened its mouth and inhaled.

He instantly inhaled all the endless blood mist into his mouth.

The raging river of blood above the Baisha Riverbed was swallowed up by it.

If viewed from above the Ding Star Realm, one would be shocked, for the blood river, stretching for tens of thousands of miles, vanished completely in an instant, revealing its riverbed.

The Netherworld Blood River was completely wiped out.

On the white sand riverbed, Wu Dade and the others saw that the blood-red mist had disappeared, revealing an astonishing scene in that area.

The heretic's true form was several thousand meters tall, looking ferocious and bizarre, with its flesh and blood seemingly mixed with stones, covered with a thick layer of gray stone skin.

This creature, at first glance, looks very similar to the "Spirit of Strangeness" that Wu Dade and others had seen, but it still has its own life, and thick blood vessels can be seen between its gray muscles.

It wasn't Spirit of Strangeness, but its aura sent chills down one's spine.

"Is this heretic... a relative of the Spirit of Strangeness?"

Wu Dade spoke, confirming that this heretic possessed an aura of eerie gray mist.

The big black dog said:

"Pretty much, both were tainted by the eerie gray mist but didn't lose their lives, eventually feeding on the mist... They were all once terrifying figures, but ultimately lost themselves."

Upon hearing this, both Wu Dade and Long Zixuan were startled.

The eerie gray fog was definitely one of the strangest substances they had ever seen.

All the gods and Buddhas in the heavens, once touched, will be utterly destroyed, with no chance of resistance whatsoever.

However, the heretics... withstood the erosion, and even eventually began to consume the gray mist.

What kind of terrifying person is this?

"I can smell... the aroma of delicious food."

At this moment, the true form of the heretic emitted a grand yet hoarse voice.

This sound does not belong to humans, nor to any language in the Yang Realm, but the big black dog and others can understand it.

When one's cultivation reaches a certain level, one can understand any language and sound.

Because sound and language are merely an external manifestation of the Great Way; understanding the Great Way leads to understanding all laws.

The heretic's enormous gray eyes, covered with veins as thick as arms, stared at the large black dog and the others, and said:

"If you eat a bone of mine, I'll eat you whole!"

His words were chilling:

"After I devour you all... I will return to my peak!"

As he spoke, the heretic struggled forward!

However, its movements appeared to be very slow!

At this moment, Long Zixuan and the others realized that the lower half of the heretic's body was buried under white sand!

It's like being trapped in quicksand.

"A grain of white sand contains a world... How many worlds were destroyed in that ancient war..."

The big black dog muttered, "..."

"The boss used the corpses of all worlds to suppress this heretic, but did he lack the power to kill it?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Dade and Long Zixuan were even more shocked. Beneath their feet, a single grain of sand was a dead world?

What a brutal battle it must have been to create such a riverbed from the sands of the world.

What state have those who fought against heretics in the past reached now that they need the sands of all worlds to suppress them?

Meanwhile, the heretic was struggling frantically!

"You think you can still subdue me?"

"Impossible!"

"I have accumulated power over countless ages, and today... I will escape!"

The heretic unleashed a frenzied aura.

Endless sand and gravel rose up, pushed around by the immense power of the heretic.

As the white sand swirled up, a scene hidden beneath it suddenly appeared.

Beneath the countless white sands stood a towering sculpture—a gigantic roc!

The giant roc was lifelike, but it had been completely petrified. Its body was covered with stone scales the size of human heads.

Beneath the roc's feet lay a jumble of corpses. The types of ancient beasts were indistinguishable, but they resembled those of the heretics, filled with gray, petrified flesh and blood, with severed limbs scattered everywhere, completely devoid of life.

A giant roc... trampling over hordes of corpses!

The heretic's tail was also pressed down under the giant roc's feet!

Therefore... that heretic could not break free.

This scene is absolutely horrifying!

It must be understood that heretics are absolutely among the most terrifying beings.

However, at this moment, a giant roc slaughtered countless heretics and even suppressed the last surviving heretic under its feet for eternity!

What is that?

Wu Dade asked in shock.

"Kunpeng..."

The big black dog's eyes were filled with sadness as it said:

"The boss wasn't facing just one heretic, but several... They were all dead, leaving only one survivor."

"Back then, he must have been at his wit's end, with no one to help him... The battle was tragically fierce for all time, tragically fierce for all time..."

Upon hearing this, Wu Dade was dumbfounded.

Long Zixuan stared intently at the Kunpeng statue.

A strange sense of familiarity, emanating from the depths of my soul...

At that moment, he seemed to see the light and shadow of time and space.

Ancient wars raged, heavens collapsed and earth caved in, the flames of war consumed all worlds, the battles ended with the falling of stars and the shattering of the void...

A gray fog swept across the land, and the people wailed in despair; it was an era of utter hopelessness.

The devastating war raged across the world, leaving no place to escape or hide.

There is a Kunpeng soaring through the nine heavens, sometimes as a giant Kun, stirring up all the heavens and earth, and sometimes as a giant Peng, its wings tearing through time and space!

In the dim light, Kunpeng transformed into a human figure, dressed in black. Standing beside him was an unparalleled powerhouse, his feet treading on countless dragon souls, his hands clasped behind his back.

"All worlds are fading into oblivion, that one has departed, the White Mist Era has ended, the Gray Mist Era has arrived... Is there any hope left for the common people?"

The Kunpeng seemed to be whispering.

The man, who stood atop ten thousand dragon souls, gazed into the depths of the endless gray mist and said:

"That person will surely return."

"However, we may die, and disappear completely."

As he spoke, the man seemed to chuckle, saying:

"I should get going."

"Kunpeng, this battlefield, this place, can only be left to you."

Kunpeng remained silent for a long time, then said:

"Is there any hope of breaking through that road? Burying bones on a different path, death and annihilation..."

Someone has to go and fight.

A man, standing with his hands behind his back, treading on the myriad dragon souls, said:

"The World Honored One's blood can only flow on that ancient road..."

Kunpeng said, word by word:

Do you have any last wishes?

The man smiled slightly and said, "Don't be silly, Kunpeng. I have a last wish, and you can't fulfill it."

"The battlefield here is equally dangerous; you won't survive."

As he spoke, he walked up to Kunpeng, patted Kunpeng on the shoulder, and said:

"May you die a quick and painless death!"

Upon hearing this, Kunpeng seemed to smile as well.

"You too, after you die, please remember, may your soul return to your homeland."

"Let's go..."

The man who stood atop a myriad of dragon souls vanished.

Kunpeng watched the man leave, murmuring his last words:

"With the ten venerable ones annihilated and all spirits dead... may all of you return to your homeland!"

As he finished speaking, he soared through the heavens, charging towards the boundless gray mist. Within the mist, several terrifying heretics seemed to appear, riding the mist itself...

That battle was extremely brutal. Kunpeng's blood was exhausted, its life soul was burned away, its great enemy was destroyed, but it was also swallowed by gray mist...

"With the power of all worlds, bury everything... bury everything!"

In the end, Kunpeng fought to its last breath, its body turning to stone, buried by the sands of the world...

"The soul returns to its homeland... the soul returns to its homeland..."

Only a faint murmur echoed in the sands of the world.

A cold sweat slid down Long Zixuan's face.

A man doesn't easily shed tears.

At that moment, he felt the same way, his heart breaking.

"His soul returns to its homeland..."

"I have arrived."

"Kunpeng, are you still there?"

Long Zixuan whispered.

The struggle of the heretic intensified at this moment!

As if sensing the struggle of the heretic, a feather resembling a scale suddenly emitted a faint light on a certain part of the stone-carved roc.

That was the only feather on the giant stone roc that had not yet completely turned to stone.

The light emitted a beam that transformed into a gigantic roc claw, which actually managed to subdue the powerful heretic.

This is the roc's obsession; even if it becomes a fossil or a single scale or feather, it will still suppress those who follow the wrong path.

"Do you really think you can still suppress me?"

"Over the years, I have merely been recuperating..."

"Today, we are completely free!"

Suddenly, a wisp of white Heavenly Dao Origin Qi appeared in the hand of the heretic!

"Years ago, I used an avatar and, together with a few fellow cultivators, severely damaged the Heavenly Dao you left behind... Heh heh, I got my share of the spoils!"

"I intended to remain dormant, absorbing the blood of countless worlds before escaping... But today, your old friend has come knocking, and I... need not wait any longer!"

The heretic swallowed the Heavenly Dao Origin Qi!

Instantly, the ascetic's withered flesh and blood began to swell.

It suddenly turned around and severed its own tail with a single blow.

Cut off the tail to survive!

The giant roc's scales and feathers transformed into a massive claw that crashed down, but the heretic had recovered an unknown amount of power and actually managed to break through the roc's claw's suppression!

The heretic... has escaped!

"The soul returns to its homeland..."

The Kunpeng stone sculpture seemed to echo with a trace of obsession, but it could no longer trap this heretic.

"I am free!"

The terrifying voice of the heretic reverberated throughout Myriad Worlds.

The endless universe trembled. In that instant, Myriad Worlds were filled with panic and unease, as if the end of the world had arrived.

This aura was even more terrifying than when the Great Fortune Star Realm was shrouded in eternal gray mist in the past.

In the vast void, the cosmic Heavenly Dao seemed to have been awakened, and even the Heavenly Dao were in a state of panic!

"The heretic who attacked my great-grandfather... has he reappeared?!"

"The Ancestral Heavenly Dao has been severely damaged, and the Creation Supreme Being have long since perished in ancient history... Has the end of the Yang Realm arrived?"

Many Heavenly Dao Spirit were murmuring softly!

At this moment, even the divine realms above all other realms felt it.

In the realm of the gods, giant cauldrons have appeared on nine different lands today!

"A great calamity is imminent, the World-Suppressing Cauldron will appear..."

"What happened?"

"Where is the disaster?!"

The divine realm trembled greatly. The nine great cauldrons were magical artifacts laid out by the supreme giants of the Thirty-Three Heavens of the divine realm, which would only manifest when a great cosmic calamity was about to occur.

He has manifested no more than five times since the beginning of recorded history in the Yang Realm.

During the Gods and Devils between gods and demons, an unparalleled giant in the Devil Realm once pierced through the Divine Realm, and the Nine Cauldrons manifested there...

Demon God War, a mysterious entity once attacked the Thirty-Three Heavens of the Divine Realm, and the Nine Cauldrons also manifested...

Each one was a momentous event.

The divine realm was filled with dread.

At this moment, countless divine palaces in the Thirty-Three Heavens were also alarmed.

"A great calamity is about to befall the mortal realm!"

What exactly happened?

Many industry giants have raised questions.

Should we Shine Upon All Heavens and manifest ourselves in the lower realms?

A major player has spoken out.

"No! In the past, Demon God War, the Nine Cauldrons manifested, and a fellow Daoist once Shine Upon All Heavens, only to die mysteriously... Such a calamity must be carefully considered!"

Other industry giants immediately stepped in to stop it!

Even the giants of the Thirty-Three Heavens are wary of it!

And at this moment.

In a certain shrine.

"That aura again... It seems that in this lifetime, an unparalleled fortuitous opportunity is truly about to appear!"

A giant muttered to himself; he was none other than the powerful figure who had Shine Upon All Heavens when the eternal gray mist appeared in the Great Fortune Star Realm.

He was also one of the people behind Star Annihilation Divine Monarch and others.

"After millions of years of silence, some previously suppressed chaos may reappear, but clues about the Ten Creators... may also surface as a result."

A hint of anticipation appeared on the lips of this being, and it murmured:

"Let the heavens be destroyed, for only in destruction and death can we usher in new hope..."

The entire world erupted in a deafening roar!

Good night