Primordial Spirit Lightning Tribulation

This strike had blood-sacrificed a ninth-level Primordial Spirit Outer Realm Heavenly Demon. Its power was enough to flatten the summit of the vast Guyuan Mountains in a single blow.

Such overwhelming force was already the limit of what the Outer Realm Devil God could achieve across worlds. In the eyes of the Outer Realm Devil God, it was simply impossible to withstand.

If even this could not kill Chen Nianzhi, then he would have to personally cross the boundary and act.

Yet to act across worlds, he needed to use a supreme treasure to temporarily suppress the world will of the Purple Yin Realm. Only then could he tear open space and barely launch an attack.

Just as when Emperor Jiang attained the Dao, he had spared no expense in consuming an immeasurably precious immortal-tier treasure to suppress the Purple Yin Realm's world will for ten breaths.

The power of his personal intervention had naturally shaken heaven and made ghosts weep. Though he had failed to kill Emperor Jiang back then, he had used merely three moves to slay the East Emperor, who had nearly become immortal.

"This brat Guixu must die!"

As the Outer Realm Devil God thought this, his expression suddenly changed.

The Netherworld Blood Curse streaked across the void, yet instead of striking the Guyuan Mountains, it flew toward the Netherworld Sea, countless miles away from the Guyuan Mountains.

"Self-Sacrifice Substitution Technique!"

Meanwhile, in the Eastern Wilderness, within the Netherworld Sea—the foremost forbidden land of demonic cultivators—two figures stood facing one another.

The man on the left wore a black robe. His figure was vague and ethereal, more like a wisp of divine sense.

The man on the right wore a white robe, his features refined and handsome. Looking closely, one could sense a vast righteous