High above in the firmament, countless streams of rich, auspicious purple Qi converged from every direction, their divine might surging.
The purple Qi swiftly coiled and condensed, soon forming purple true dragons.
Within the clouds, thunder and lightning crackled, their rumbling reverberating like evening drums and morning bells.
The divine dragons threw back their heads and roared, wheeling and soaring through the void like true dragons dancing to welcome their sacred lord's return, a sight of indescribable awe.
In the more distant heavens, phantoms of gods and devils appeared one after another, converging on this place.
Those phantoms of gods and devils strode through the void with steady steps.
A solemn, still presence spread throughout the entire space, as though ten thousand devils were making a sacred pilgrimage.
"Purple true dragons, gods and devils manifesting?"
"Heavens, what on earth is happening? What kind of peerless monster could trigger a phenomenon like this?"
"Was this really caused by him?"
The crowd below watched this scene, their hearts trembling once again.
Pounding heartbeats rose and fell, and they felt as though their hearts were about to leap out of their chests.
Every one of them stared fixedly into the void, their entire bodies shaking uncontrollably. Gradually, beneath that pressure, they involuntarily fell prostrate on their knees.
Gods and devils-these were supreme beings throughout the ages.
Legend had it that in the primordial era, gods and devils descended upon the world and swept across the heavens, with no one able to contend against them.
Now, gods and devils had long since become legends of the ages. Who knew how many years had passed without another appearing?
Yet at this moment, phantoms of gods and devils had appeared in the firmament-and not just one.
Just how many eras of the primordial age had these supreme gods and devils gathered from?
On the platform, the old man presiding over the assessment also gazed into the void, his face filled with shock.
Towering waves surged in his heart, like a violent storm pounding the shore. His shock was no less than that of the crowd below.
"Are these... gods and devils of the ages? Could it... could it be the Chaos Sacred Body descending into the world?"
He murmured almost inaudibly, tears instantly streaming down his aged face.
How many years had it been since their Ancient Desolate Holy Land-no, even the entire Nine Provinces Continent and the Three Thousand Realms-had seen such a peerless monster?
As those gods and devils drew ever closer, the pressure the old man felt grew increasingly intense.
At a certain moment, he finally could no longer withstand it and dropped to his knees with a thud.
Those were all mighty beings of the ages, supreme existences. No one dared not kneel in worship.
In an instant, everyone present, from the Holy Land expert presiding over the assessment to the ordinary youths taking part, fell to their knees.
Only Ye Xuan on the platform remained standing straight, his eyes tightly shut, seemingly comprehending something.
Rays of the Great Dao's radiance flowed around Ye Xuan, making him resemble an ancient sage.
His robes stirred without wind, snapping and fluttering.
Beneath those robes, his flesh also shone with brilliant golden light, casting its radiance in all directions.
Specks of filth seeped from his pores, as though he were washing away worldly finery and shedding the dust.
And within his mind, the system's sweet voice continued to ring out.
"Ding! Chaos Sacred Body fusion progress: 95%." "Ding! Chaos Sacred Body fusion progress: 100%." "Ding! Congratulations, host! Chaos Sacred Body successfully fused!"
Almost the instant the system's final words fell-
Boom!
Another tremendous crash rang out above the firmament, and in an instant, radiant light blazed in all directions.
At the same time, all the converging phantoms of gods and devils turned to face Ye Xuan.
They knelt on one knee, heads bowed in devout worship, like subjects paying homage to their sovereign.
The Chaos Sacred Body possessed the makings of a sage, the makings of a Great Emperor.
This was a supreme existence that surpassed gods and devils, one that could crush the heaven's chosen of all ages and sweep aside primordial descendants, a peerless existence that could suppress an entire era and sweep away every monstrous genius.
Before the Chaos Sacred Body, even gods and devils had to retreat, had to kneel in worship!!!
Meanwhile, in the Ancient Desolate Holy Land.
Beneath the earth, within the mountains, deep in the marshes.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Explosive reports rang out one after another, and mighty, powerful presences shone across heaven and earth.
Countless old monsters who had slept or cultivated in seclusion for who knew how many years all awakened at this moment.
They broke out of seclusion one after another and rushed into the sky.
"After ten thousand long years, is our Ancient Desolate Holy Land finally going to rise again?"
"Hahahaha! The Chaos Sacred Body, with unsurpassed potential! A joyous occasion, a cause for celebration! Heaven blesses our Eastern Wasteland! Heaven blesses our Ancient Desolate Holy Land!"
"Hahahaha! This brat is mine to take as a disciple! Whoever dares fight me for him, I'll fight them to the death!"
"Bah! Why should you get him? I'm a founding ancestor too! Why should I yield him to you? This brat is mine!"
"You damned fools, both of you stand aside! I haven't even spoken yet! How could it be your turn?"
Countless excited, exhilarated voices rang from those old monsters' mouths, and countless terrifying, powerful presences spanned heaven and earth.
Every one of those old monsters rose into the air and rushed into the sky, attempting to employ supreme techniques to conceal the phenomenon.
Unfortunately, they soon fell into despair and dejection, because they simply could not suppress it.
Deep within the Ancient Desolate Holy Land, inside a grand, ancient hall.
A woman sat cross-legged in meditation, regulating her breathing as she cultivated.
She possessed a peerlessly beautiful face and beauty that could topple the world.
Streams of Ice Qi gathered throughout the hall, filling it with cold.
A layer of frost had even condensed over the woman's body.
She seemed to have sat silently here for ten thousand years, never changing her posture through the ages.
At a certain moment, with a swish, her beautiful, starry eyes abruptly opened.
A streak of cold light suddenly shot forth.
The next second, with a thunderous boom, the wall ahead shattered.
The woman raised her head, lifting that breathtakingly beautiful face to gaze into the void.
At this moment, before her breathtaking beauty, the entire world seemed to lose its luster.
"The Chaos Sacred Body, the innate Great Dao... could this be my good fortune, Han Bingning's good fortune?"
A melodious voice, cold yet still sweet, slowly emerged from her lips.
The next second, a faint smile appeared on her lovely, frosty face, which had remained unchanged for ten thousand years.
In an instant, her splendor was unrivaled.
Meanwhile, not only the Ancient Desolate Holy Land, not only the Eastern Wasteland, but even the entire Nine Provinces and the Three Thousand Realms were thrown into an uproar.
Countless old monsters who had slept or cultivated in seclusion for untold years seemed to sense something.
Shocked, they broke out of seclusion one after another, awakening from their slumber, their gazes all turning toward the Ancient Desolate Holy Land.
"A heavenly phenomenon, true dragons manifesting, gods and devils bowing in worship-is this a sign of the Chaos Sacred Body descending into the world?"
"The Chaos Sacred Body has descended, a peerless monster has been born. Could troubled times be approaching?"
"Investigate, investigate, investigate! Go investigate at once! No matter what, find this child and bring him back to me!"
For a time, countless cries of shock and majestic commands issued from the mouths of the ancestors of ancient great clans and sects.
The entire Three Thousand Realms was thrown into utter uproar and chaos!
Those within the Nine Provinces Realm were somewhat better off.
Even if they were too far away to see exactly who that peerless heaven's chosen was, they could vaguely sense the direction. Those outside this realm, however, were left somewhat groping in the dark.
Those in the Eastern Wasteland naturally sensed it most clearly.
At this moment, countless old monsters were already heading toward the Ancient Desolate Holy Land.
Some of those old monsters rode clouds and mist, some stood atop exotic beasts, and others flew on swords, like figures of immortals.
Wherever they passed, powerful, terrifying presences bore down.
Under the pressure of those powerful presences, human or demon, anyone with cultivation could not help falling prostrate on the ground, trembling.