Luohu spoke.
His voice was a demonic voice of the Great Dao, brimming with uncanny treachery.
Every word seemed to emerge not from his mouth, but from beneath the Nine Netherworlds, from the abyss of Myriad Demons, from the farthest reaches of destruction and finality.
Every syllable contained his understanding of the Devil Dao, his insights into slaughter, his comprehension of destruction and finality, and the weathered depth he had accumulated as the Demon Ancestor over countless epochs.
Rumble...
Within Biyou Palace, the aura abruptly changed at that moment.
Earlier, when Gu Changqing had expounded the Dao, he had evoked boundless immortal light that filled the heavens with peace, serenity, and holiness.
It had seemed to possess the wondrous power to purify all things in the world and cleanse the living beings of every heaven.
The aura of the Devil Dao now was its complete opposite.
Violent!
Ferocious!
It was an overpowering aura that words could scarcely describe.
It was like an unparalleled terror awakening from the primordial age, spanning endless epochs to descend upon them.
That aura was cold, savage, sharp, and domineering, carrying a destructive intent that chilled one to the bone.
It surged from Luohu like a flood bursting through a dam, like a savage beast released from its cage, instantly sweeping through all of Biyou Palace and permeating every inch of space, every corner.
The immortal rosy clouds and auspicious radiance filling the sky also changed abruptly, revealing a violent, ferocious aspect, icy to the marrow and unspeakably sinister.
This was not the end.
An even more earth-shaking spectacle unfolded.
Boom...
Boom...
This time, it was no longer the profoundly mysterious rumble of the Dao Sound.
Instead, it resembled... the terrifying cries of Myriad Demons roaring.
Indeed!
These sounds arose from the unseen and rang out