Before the deep roar dissipated, a crack suddenly opened in the deepest chaos of the Origin.
What came out of the gap was not light or airflow, but a gray-white mist, so cold that even Chaos was frosting.
Tongtian's expression changed.
It's not fear, it's alertness.
The sword energy on Qingping Sword suddenly surged, and the virtual shadow of Four Immortal-Slaying Swords spun behind him three times faster.
"Back off." He said to Yang Jian.
Yang Jian didn't move.
He knelt in the void, all the strength in his body was almost exhausted, but his eyes were still staring in the direction of Abyss.
"Brother, what's down there?"
"I don't know." Tongtian shook his head, "But it's more troublesome than Immortal Emperor just now."
Nezha walked forward with Fire-Tipped Spear, tilted his head and looked at the crack.
"How much trouble is it?"
Tongtian did not answer, because a second voice came from the crack.
Not a roar.
It's laughter.
A low, hoarse laugh, as if squeezed from the depths of the throat, with an indescribable weirdness and coldness.
"Yes, yes... it has been thousands of years, and finally someone has killed my useless disciple."
Laughter echoed in Primordial Beginning Origin Land's Ruins, and every word made the space slightly distorted.
Yang Jian's head buzzed.
It was not an attack, but a certain kind of regular fluctuation carried by the voice itself, which caused the exhausted Divine Elephant Particles in his body to let out a subtle cry.
"Disciple?" Nezha frowned, "That Immortal Emperor just now, and the master?"
Tongtian's expression is ugly.
"So those three gray-robed old men are not Primordial Beginning Origin Land, the real Ancestor, nor is the Immortal Emperor just now."
"There are people above them."
The cracks continue to widen.
The gray-white mist surged more and more, engulfing all Ruins in the core area of Primordial Beginning Origin Land, and the temperature dropped to the point where even Chaos was condensing ice crystals.
A hand stretched out from the crack.
The hands were dry and covered with age spots. The five fingers were curved like eagle talons. The nails were half a foot long and glowed with a dark yellow luster.
The hand pressed on the edge of the crack and gave it a gentle push.
The whole Primordial Beginning Origin Land is shaking.
Not the core area, but the entire Primordial Beginning Origin Land, including the peripheral area of Chaos Passage that was split by Yang Jian, including the area where Yin Jiao led Twenty Million Army, were all trembling.
Yin Jiao felt the shock on the front line and his face was ashen.
"What's going on? Yang Jian What happened over there?"
Chaos Ancestral Dragon let out a low dragon roar, its head held high, and it showed a defensive posture toward the depths of Primordial Beginning Origin Land.
Daji and Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Jar were spinning wildly beside her, with the mouth of the jar facing down, as if they were resisting something.
"This breath..." Daji's expression changed from lazy to serious, "It's much stronger than the Immortal Emperor just now."
Primordial Beginning Origin Land core area.
The second hand also stretched out.
Holding the edge of the crack with both hands, a rickety figure slowly rose from Abyss.
Her gray-white hair hangs down to her waist, the wrinkles on her face are as deep as knife carvings, and her cloudy eyes are half-open and half-closed, as if she hasn't completely woken up yet.
He was wearing a shabby gray robe, which was the same style as the clothes of the three gray-robed old men before, but the color was darker and more shabby, as if it had been worn for countless epochs.
He floated above the crack, lowered his head and looked at the Ruins around him, and then looked at the gray fragments scattered in the Chaos.
That is the remains of Immortal Emperor Dharma Form that was chopped into pieces by Yang Jian just now.
"White Tower, White Tower, you have lived for tens of millions of years, and you can't even defeat a group of juniors." The old man shook his head, there was no sadness in his tone, only a faint disappointment, "It doesn't matter, he is a waste to begin with."
Tongtian's hand holding the sword tightened.
He could feel that the aura exuding from this old man was completely different from the previous Immortal Emperor.
Immortal Emperor's breath is oppressive, like a mountain pressing on top of his head.
This old man's breath is permeable, as pervasive as water, entering through every pore of the skin and pouring straight into the seams of the bones.
"You four." The old man's eyes finally fell on Tongtian, Yang Jian, Nezha and Kong Xuan.
The cloudy eyes stayed on Yang Jian for a moment longer. To be precise, they stopped on the dim Pangu Axe Fragment in his palm.
"That thing is what you used to hack my disciple?"
Yang Jian did not answer.
He was desperately running the remaining A Trace Immortal Power in his body, trying to stand up.
Tongtian stood in front of Yang Jian.
"Are you Primordial Beginning Origin Land the real Ancestor?"
"Ancestor?" The old man grinned, showing his yellowed teeth, "Those kids call me Grandmaster, you can call me that too if you want."
Tongtian surface does not change color.
"Jie Sect Disciple, you are not called a wild child."
The old man's smile faded, and A Trace's sharp light flashed for the first time in his cloudy eyes.
"Interception Sect? What a loud tone."
He tilted his head as if he was remembering something.
"Interception Sect... I remember that thousands of years ago, there was a boy named Tongtian. He opened a Interception Sect in Primordial World, collected a bunch of crooked melons and cracked dates, and was finally made a god. He was locked up in the Purple Heaven Palace in despair and did not dare to come out."
"Are you that Tongtian?"
Tongtian's Sword Intent suddenly surged, and Qingping Sword made a harsh buzz.
"So what?"
The old man looked at him for a few seconds and suddenly smiled.
"Quite a temper."
As soon as the laughter died down, he moved.
There were no signs, no energy accumulation, no Law fluctuations, and no Transformation even the breath.
He just raised his right hand, stretched out his index finger, and clicked casually in the direction of Tongtian.
Tongtian's pupils shrank suddenly.
He could feel that the moment that finger pointed out, the entire Primordial Beginning Origin Land and Law were all distorted.
It's not destroyed, it's rewritten.
Space Law, Time Law, Karma Law, life and death Law, all Law are yielding to that finger, making way for it and serving it.
The phantoms of Four Immortal-Slaying Swords shot out at the same time and intercepted in front of Tongtian.
The four sword lights collided with the invisible power of one finger.
The sword light shattered.
The virtual images of the four Immortal Slaying Sword were shattered by the hammer and scattered into countless light spots in the air.
The shock wave passed through the shattered sword light and hit Tongtian's chest.
Tongtian was thrown away, Qingping Sword almost let go, and a wisp of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
"Senior brother!" Nezha roared angrily, and Fire-Tipped Spear turned into nine fire dragons and rushed towards the old man.
The old man didn't even look at Nezha, but just turned his index finger slightly.
The nine fire dragons extinguished at the same time three feet away from the old man, and Samadhi True Fire was crushed by the invisible force into tiny sparks, floating in the gray-white mist.
Nezha stumbled, his chest seemed to have been hit by something, and he even took a hundred steps back to stabilize his body. The flames on Wind-Fire Wheels dimmed a bit.
Kong Xuan took action.
Five-Colored Divine Light gathered into a beam of light, carrying the five kinds of light Supreme Law of gold, wood, water, fire and earth, and blasted straight towards the old man.
The old man finally took a look at Kong Xuan.
"Chaos Peacock clan? I thought you had been exterminated long ago."
As he spoke, he raised his left hand, palm facing outward.
Five-Colored Divine Light hit the withered palm, like a river hitting a dam, and was cut into two halves, flowing past both sides of the old man without even touching the corners of his clothes.
Kong Xuan's figure shook, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.
Four people, four moves, all blocked by a finger or a palm.
The old man retracted his hands and glanced at the four people with his cloudy eyes.
"That's it?"
Yang Jian finally stood up.
His legs were shaking, Heavenly Dipper Battle Armor was mostly broken, and the shadow of Dominion Body was almost transparent.
But he stood up.
"It's not over yet." Yang Jian said.
The old man looked at him, his cloudy eyes lingering on Pangu Axe Fragment for a moment.
"You have used up the power of that fragment."
Yang Jian looked down at the dim iron fragments in his palm.
"It's used up."
"Then what are you going to fight me with?"
Yang Jian holds Three-Pointed Double-Edged Divine Saber tightly, raises his head, and looks into those cloudy eyes.
"This knife."
The old man was silent for two breaths, then suddenly let out a long sigh.
That sigh was not mockery or emotion, but a real murderous intention.
The moment the sigh fell, Yang Jian felt as if his internal organs were being grasped by an invisible hand.