Great Disaster Dao Lord, Three Calamities and Nine Tribulations! (Happy New Year's Eve)

Strange phenomena abounded.

Within the Ancient Demon Sect Ruins, the Demon Sect and Demon Race cultivators who had been fleeing in all directions sensed the violent upheaval arising from the depths of the ruins. Their gazes converged, and countless ripples of change surged through eyes bearing every kind of expression.

"Such powerful tremors—could some inheritance within these ruins be about to emerge!"

"I'll stake my life on this! If I can obtain such an opportunity, I'll definitely step into the Ten Thousand Manifestations Realm!"

"If I don't reach the Ten Thousand Manifestations Realm, I'll be an ant in the end. If I encounter Jiang Tai Xuan, death will be inevitable."

True Disciple Qiu's fate was unknown.

Several Ten Thousand Manifestations Realm cultivators of the Demon Sect had all died at Jiang Shu's hands.

At this moment, the Eight Great Sects' party had no idea that, before they had even encountered the Demon Sect and Demon Race forces, those forces had already been shattered by Jiang Shu alone and sent fleeing in every direction.

Each of them was terrified like a dog that had lost its home. When they saw what seemed to be an opportunity emerging from the depths, every one of them prepared to risk their lives.

Only by seizing this opportunity could they possibly escape their predicament!

Zong Yue, who was leading his group in a search through the inner region of the Demon Sect Ruins, sensed the Great Dao Power fluctuations emanating from the depths at that same moment. His figure streaking through the clouds halted instantly, the spiritual light around him fading as his gaze fell upon the distant horizon.

When he saw the Nether River stretching across the void and reaching the heavens, Zong Yue's expression darkened slightly, his brows knitting together.

From that surging,