Drip! Drip!
Drops of devil blood fell to the ground, forming a pool.
If the blood fell into the hands of low-level cultivators, it might even transform their constitutions into those of the Devil Race, becoming the foundation that let them defy the heavens and change their fates!
Madam Sanxuan, a Mahayana cultivator of the Devil Race, wore shattered armor. Most of her devil form had been destroyed, and blood kept streaming from her wounds—
Nearby, the corpse of a Green Tile Clan Mahayana cultivator lay on the ground. Deep wrinkles crisscrossed his face, making him look ancient.
The Time-Shed Ancestor still looked like a silver-robed youth. He stood with his hands behind his back, a river of time circling him, much thinner than before. "Well? Do you understand now? The gulf between Mahayana cultivators and immortals is beyond your imagining—even when I am a crippled True Immortal."
"As for an Immortal Lord, that realm is further beyond your imagining still. The moment you ponder it, you err; the moment you conceive of it, you are wrong—"
He was about to say more when the sky abruptly darkened. At the sight of a pitch-black coffin appearing and engulfing the Golden Core Dharma Form, he cried out in shock, "The Sealing Gate Coffin—how could—"
Clearly, the Immortal Lord's remnant soul could not defeat the outsider True Lord and had been forced to use the rare treasure he had kept hidden as his last resort!
For the first time, the Time-Shed Ancestor felt that his calculations had gone awry.
What happened next horrified him even more.
Rumble!
Crack after crack suddenly appeared across the violet-black coffin. Water and fire mingled, and countless fissures spread—
Boundless visions arose with them, sweeping across the entire Mountain-Sea Secret Realm with an aura of utter destruction—