The Lord of Taichu's Mysterious Origins

The Cosmic Frontier Wasteland lay shattered. The terrifying battle had ended, leaving a deathly silence.

Suddenly, the heavenly heart imprint cracked, and the myriad dao of heaven and earth fractured.

An aged, broken body fell from that unattainable realm, drenched in blood and torn to pieces.

"Demon Venerable!"

The Quasi-Emperors and Great Saints watching the Cosmic Frontier Wasteland turned pale with shock.

Blood was everywhere—the blood of the chaotic body.

The aged Demon Venerable was covered in wounds. Even the Heavenly Demonic Saber seemed to have been shattered, its whereabouts unknown.

Demon Venerable now looked like a lifeless corpse.

His injuries were far too severe.

The Dark Supremes all frowned, wondering whether Demon Venerable was truly dead or merely feigning death.

The horrifying dao injuries on his body did not look fake.

One terrifying wound after another marred his aged body, all dao injuries branded onto him by those Dark Supremes. Palm prints and fist marks remained, and holes pierced his body from front to back, streaming blood.

Those injuries were simply too severe.

It seemed that although those Dark Supremes had died, their final outburst had dragged Demon Venerable to his death as well.

With so many Dark Supremes besieging the aged Demon Venerable, no one had witnessed the actual fighting. They knew only that an unimaginably terrifying battle had erupted within the chaos.

With so many Dark Supremes attacking him together, one could imagine the pressure he had endured.

Some Quasi-Emperors of the Human Race wanted to retrieve Demon Venerable's corpse, only to discover that remnants of ultimate dao array patterns filled the battlefield. Even they could not venture deep inside.

Every expert of the Human Race felt heavyhearted.

In his current state, Demon Venerable looked thoroughly dead.

Those Dark Supremes had died trying to seize Demon Venerable's