Upheaval in the Primordial Ancient Mine, an Imperial Dao Dharma Body, slaying a dragon single-handedly to offer it to heaven

Rumble!

At that moment, deep within the heart of the Primordial Ancient Mine.

It was as though a Gate of Hell, sealed in dust for countless ages, had suddenly been thrown open.

A terrifying aura that stood above all living beings and regarded all creation as straw dogs.

Like a world-destroying black storm, it instantly burst through the earth's restraints.

It pierced the entire underground cavern and reached straight into the heavens.

Before this aura, the once-raging spatial turbulence stilled, and the boiling magma solidified.

Even Ye Tian's poised sword strike, powerful enough to sever Yin-Yang.

Met unprecedented resistance beneath that boundless pressure.

The sword light hummed and trembled in the air, unable to bear the burden.

"That is..."

Hiding in a distant corner, the Lord of the Black Coffin's shattered soul form fluctuated violently.

As though he had witnessed some great terror that made even his soul shudder.

Within the fissure deep in the earth, endless particles of darkness gathered.

A hazy, imposing figure ascended step by step through the air.

He wore an ancient black Daoist robe, embroidered with images of the sun, moon, and stars collapsing.

Every line of embroidery flowed with the weathering of the ages.

His hair and beard were white, dancing wildly like a celestial river hanging upside down. Though his face was aged, it carried an imperious majesty that needed no anger to command awe.

As his eyes opened and closed, the birth and destruction of the Great Thousand World could faintly be seen within them.

He possessed none of the vitality of flesh and blood, yet carried something far more terrifying... the rhythm of the Dao!

"The Dao Venerable... of the Primordial Beginning?!"

The Lord of the Black Coffin let out an almost groaning cry, his voice filled with despair and disbelief.