This high-level battle, which took place deep within the Fallen Star Sea, lasted only a few days, but the terrifying fluctuations it unleashed acted like the most conspicuous beacon, announcing the terrifying power of this demon to the entire Eastern Heaven Realm.
Even the Star Fiend Ancient Demon that were close to the Lesser Heaven Rank were killed and devoured by it head-on!
This undoubtedly exacerbated the panic among all parties and completely extinguished the idea of solo challenges for some powerful individuals who had previously harbored wishful thinking.
While the Primordial Great Demon was stirring up a storm in the Fallen Star Sea, the Eastern Heaven Realm itself did not cease its internal strife due to this external threat.
The Calamity Qi and earth grew increasingly intense, seemingly amplifying the desires, greed, and violence in the hearts of all living beings.
The battles between the righteous and the demonic paths, as well as within the various factions, intensify as they vie for increasingly scarce resources, territory, and even that elusive "lifeline."
On the other side, a fierce conflict erupted between the Heaven-Chaos Sect and a powerful alliance of rogue cultivators from the Eastern Sea lineage over the ownership of a meteorite belt rich in " Void Crystal ".
The Heaven-Chaos Sect's " Heaven-Chaos Void Dao " is unpredictable and mysterious. Its disciples' figures flicker between reality and illusion, triggering Void rifts that devour their opponents.
Meanwhile, the rogue cultivators of the Eastern Sea, relying on their exquisite control over the laws of water and various rare treasures, summoned a massive tsunami, condensed water into ice, and froze the Void.
The battle affected several continents, with enormous divine bodies frequently turning into fireballs in the explosions, and the flying magical artifacts of rogue cultivators being torn apart by Void rifts, creating a chaotic scene.
Even in some places, forces belonging to the same righteous camp can turn against each other due to long-standing grudges and conflicts of interest.
It was as if the Primordial Great Demon, which was wreaking havoc everywhere, was merely a distant and unsettling backdrop, unable to truly stop the struggle and slaughter that were deeply rooted in the nature of all living beings.
The entire Eastern Heaven Realm resembled a giant powder keg filled with explosives.
The arrival of the Primordial Great Demon was merely the ignition of the most conspicuous fuse; the barrel itself was already filled with various contradictions and unstable factors, which could erupt from within at any moment.
The aura of destruction emanated not only from the demonic figure that came from the west, but also from the smoke of battles raging in the Eastern Heaven Realm.
In this era beset by internal and external troubles and fraught with Calamity Qi, whether it is a high and mighty God King or a lowly mortal, their fate is like a flickering candle in a storm, uncertain and destined to be extinguished at any moment.
Floating corpses for thousands of miles? No, that's too "luxurious," because often, not even the physical form of "corpses" is left behind.
Bloodshed and river crossings? That has become an unattainable luxury. The " Darkness of Void " devours and annihilates all matter, energy, and information concepts, including blood, bones, and soul.
Ten years! A full ten years!
The top powers of the Eastern Heaven Realm could no longer stand idly by, no longer deceive themselves into believing that this walking calamity of destruction was merely a "backdrop far from themselves."
What it brings is not only devastation and resource loss, but also a shaking and denial of the existing order, the laws of nature, and even the very foundation of "existence" itself!
At this moment, the headquarters of the Destruction Sect, located deep within the Nine Nether Demon Domain filled with malevolent energy, presented a completely different scene.
Perched atop a throne of bones made of countless skeletons, the Ancestor Destruction that seemed almost tangible, listened to his subjects' detailed reports on how the Primordial Great Demon had wreaked havoc and terror across the land.
Far from showing the slightest fear, the hideous face shrouded in demonic mist revealed an excited and cruel smile, letting out a hoarse, metallic laugh, "Good!"
What a chaotic and ferocious creature!
Hahaha! This pure, unadulterated destructive power is the perfect whetstone to prove my path of destruction!
He ordered all elders and disciples to temporarily avoid direct confrontation, observe secretly, and act when the opportunity arises!
If one could capture a trace of its demonic essence, analyze and refine it, it might help this ancestor glimpse the true, supreme truth of annihilation, the Return to the Ruins!
In his philosophy, ultimate destruction is also a kind of "creation" and "rebirth". In his eyes, this Primordial Great Demon is nothing less than a moving treasure containing the supreme Dao.
Compared to the radicalism and fanaticism of the Ancestor Destruction, the Heaven-Chaos Demon King, also a giant of the demonic path, appeared more cautious and cunning.
He did not readily express his opinion, but immediately ordered the contraction of peripheral forces and the concentration of core strength at several key points for strict defense.
At the same time, he dispatched his most skilled Void subordinates, adept at Void and intelligence gathering, to investigate the origins, background, and core secrets of the Primordial Great Demon's power at all costs.
His " Heaven-Chaos Void Dao " is profound and unpredictable, capable of invoking and manipulating the power of the Void, making it unpredictable and difficult to defend against.
But deep down, he asked himself, what about the terrifying dark power wielded by that great Great Demon, a power that seemed capable of bringing all things to their ultimate " Return to the Ruins "?
Even its own Void Dao is difficult to resist, and it is even devoured and assimilated by it.
This Great Demon is beyond the capabilities of ordinary forces; we must plan carefully before taking action.
The Wuyou Palace, which has always been aloof from worldly affairs and has few but exceptionally powerful disciples, responded more directly, with the " Wuyou Immortal Runes," symbolizing the highest level of alert, silently lighting up outside its gates.
Strands of clear, ethereal light descended like a curtain of water, enveloping the entire Wuyou Palace and completely severing all contact between the inside and outside, adopting an attitude of detachment and indifference to external affairs.
Ancient independent cultivators, scattered deep within the vast Eastern Sea, occupying various blessed islands and lands.
Those like the Old Man of the Eastern Sea used their supernatural powers to conceal their presence, sink into the deep sea, or seal off their Grotto-Heaven.
Like a startled fish, dive to the bottom of the water, observe quietly, and never be the first to stand out.
However, not all forces chose to retreat or wait and see.
High above the nine heavens, in an ancient secret realm known as the " Nine Heavens Sacred Land," separate from the ordinary Heavenly Realm, lies the " Heaven-Shocking Lineage," a lineage renowned for its sword cultivators and pursuing the ultimate path of combat.
Here, sword energy soared into the sky, the sharp sword intent seemingly capable of tearing the heavens apart.
The contemporary Heaven-Shocking Sword Master, a white-robed man with a pure and sharp aura, as if he himself were a sword drawn from its sheath to slay gods, slowly opened his eyes, which had been closed for who knows how long, from a sword family estate filled with countless ancient swords.
His gaze was clear and cold, like two tangible sword beams that easily pierced through the barrier of the secret realm and through the endless Void, landing on the demonic figure that moved slowly in the Eastern Heaven Realm, emanating an unsettling aura.
"Only offense, no defense, a single sword strike that shakes the heavens," the Heaven-Shocking Sword Master murmured to himself, his voice like the ringing of a sword, clear and lofty.
He slowly raised his right hand, his index and middle fingers together, and a wisp of pure white sword energy, so fine it was almost invisible, flowed from his fingertips.
Although this wisp of sword energy was small, its appearance caused even the stable Void of the surrounding secret realm to emit a faint, seemingly unbearable tearing sound.
"After too long of silence, my sword must also be tempered by blood and fire."
This demonic aura of destruction will become the testing stone for my comprehension of the final chapter of the " Heaven-Shocking Sword Canon," the legendary realm of "a single sword bringing life and death, astonishing all ages."
In his eyes, there was no fear, no greed, only the pure, ultimate excitement and fighting spirit of a swordsman when he saw an opponent worthy of his full strength.
For ten years, the existence of the Primordial Great Demon was like a massive boulder thrown into a lake that was already turbulent with undercurrents due to the pervasive Calamity Qi.
In the vast expanse of the Eastern Heaven Realm, towering waves were stirred up, their ripples spreading to every corner.
It's like a cold, unforgiving mirror, clearly reflecting the most authentic reactions of various forces when faced with threats beyond comprehension:
They might avoid it, covet it, be wary, or be fanatical.
Countless lives were annihilated without any resistance under its clutches. The news of the successive falls of God King level powerhouses who were once overlords and enjoyed the offerings of billions of lives was no longer just a rumor, but a bloody reality.
The core strength of the Heavenly Realm is being rapidly weakened by this incomprehensible terror at a visible pace.
A sense of panic and helplessness, as if "the end of the world is coming" and "a great calamity is imminent," hangs heavily over the hearts of every living being who can sense this threat, like an ever-spreading, invisible dark cloud.
Whether it is a high and mighty god or a humble mortal seeking survival.
The source of all this terror and chaos, the thousand-foot-tall demonic figure known as the " Primordial Great Demon," still showed no ripples of "emotion" in its chaotic eyes.
There was no excitement from destruction, no satisfaction from devouring, no vigilance from being noticed; only an innate, Eternal, cold hunger for more "existence" and "energy," and an absolute indifference to all things as mere straw dogs.
It simply followed its instincts, treading the path paved with the desolation of countless realms and beings, exuding the aura of returning to Return to the Ruins, and continued steadfastly toward the heart of the Eastern Heaven Realm, where it sensed a more concentrated and "delicious" energy reaction.
It is completely unaware, or rather, even if it is aware, it doesn't care at all.