Time flies, Primordial Great Demon has been traveling eastward for more than a decade.
These past ten years have not been a fleeting moment for the vast Eastern Heaven Realm or even the entire Heavenly Realm, but rather a long nightmare permeated with endless bloodshed and profound nothingness.
That chaotic and ferocious creature from the west, with its unstoppable destructive force, deeply imprinted fear and death upon this world.
The initial indifference turned to shock and a wait-and-see attitude, and finally, like thin ice in early spring, it gradually melted and shattered in the face of the relentless cruel reality.
It was replaced by a deeper, broader, and more viscous fear and a near-desperate sense of shared hatred.
All forces clearly recognized that this being, known as the " Primordial Great Demon," did not have a destructive desire directed at any specific target; its arrival was purely random and absolutely indiscriminate.
Whether it's the Grotto-Heaven painstakingly cultivated by righteous Immortal Gate, or the fierce and malevolent demonic realms divided by demonic giants, whether it's the secluded paradise where Mighty Figure cultivators live in seclusion, or the prosperous territory ruled by ancient divine kingdoms.
No one could confidently guarantee that they wouldn't be the next target of that demonic shadow.
It was like an unpredictable, irresistible, and mobile natural disaster; wherever it passed, not only did nothing grow, but laws collapsed and concepts were annihilated.
They forcibly dragged the strictly ordered civilized world back to a state of ignorance and stagnation before the creation of heaven and earth, before the separation of chaos and order.
Over the course of more than a decade, countless lives perished beneath the pale demonic body of the Primordial Great Demon, which was covered in pale demonic patterns, becoming nourishment for its " Darkness of Void," leaving not even a trace of its existence in the world.
The Great Demon's body gradually grew terrifying red hair, becoming even more horrifying.
Among them are the highly respected God King who protect the peace of their respective star regions and are worshipped by countless living beings. In the eyes of their subjects, they are immortal beings like pillars supporting the sky.
But as the demonic shadow swept past, it, along with the star field it guarded, silently vanished into nothingness;
There were exceptionally talented young people, hailed as the future hope of the sect, and on whom their teachers placed high hopes. They should have had bright futures and limitless possibilities.
However, during a routine training or sect mission, it encountered this devastating misfortune, which erased its potential and dreams along with it.
Even those Old Gu live in seclusion, no longer concerned with worldly affairs, and only seeking the ultimate truth, have survived countless calamities and outlived countless peers and rivals, believing themselves to be transcendent.
Yet, faced with the destructive instincts of chaos, it was forced to confront them, ultimately perishing in obscurity, its countless years of arduous cultivation reduced to nothing.
There are also countless ordinary cultivators, too numerous to count, struggling to survive at the bottom of the cultivation world, striving for a sliver of hope, and countless beings in mortal realms.
They may never have seen God King level powerhouse in their entire lives, yet they were still inexplicably robbed, and in their confusion and despair, they, along with their homeland and their civilization, were completely swallowed up by the all-consuming darkness.
Sadness, anger, hatred, and fear—these intense emotions did not fade with time; instead, they surged like magma underground.
In the hearts of the survivors who lost their direct disciples, blood relatives, beloved Daoist partners, and lifelong achievements, the emotions continued to accumulate, ferment, and expand!
In the solemn and dignified council hall of an ancient sect, an elder with white hair and beard, who was usually highly respected, could no longer maintain his celestial demeanor.
Tears streamed down his face as he pounded his head on the ground, blood trickling from his forehead, and cried out in anguish, "Fairy! Sect Leader!"
We can't stand idly by any longer!
My disciple was exceptionally talented, kind-hearted, and chivalrous. He could have brought glory to our sect in the future, but he didn't even leave behind his remains!
Such a deep-seated blood feud must be avenged!
We implore the fairy to intervene, unite all parties, raise the banner of righteousness, and slay this fiend to comfort the countless souls resting in heaven!
His cries were so mournful that they echoed throughout the hall, moving all who heard them.
Before the eerie and terrifying White Bone Demon Palace in the Path of Destruction Dao, an elder whose legacy had been destroyed by his descendants and who himself was severely injured, had shed his former arrogance and ferocity.
He disregarded his dignity and knelt on the cold, bone-chilling plaza in front of the palace, where countless vengeful spirits wailed, for three whole days and three nights!
Despite the demonic winds and malevolent energy, he remained unmoved, only repeatedly roaring in a hoarse, almost broken voice. "Ancestor!"
Your subordinate is willing to be the vanguard!
I am willing to fight to the death with my broken body and demonic soul!
We only beg the Ancestor's permission to let us fight that demon to the death!
The resolute determination and hatred in his voice made even some ruthless villains take notice.
On the shores of the turbulent Eastern Sea, a cultivator who had lost his Daoist partner clutched a scorched-tail zither tightly in his arms—the only relic left behind by his partner.
He remained silent, neither eating nor drinking, simply facing the vast, boundless sea that could not wash away his sorrow, sitting cross-legged, his fingertips plucking the strings of his zither.
The music began with a mournful lament, like weeping and pleading, then turned into a shrill cry, like the blood-stained cry of a cuckoo, filled with accusations against the injustice of fate and a deep-seated hatred for the demon.
He played for forty-nine days straight, the music spreading across thousands of miles of sea, moving all who heard it to tears, and even the grass and trees seemed to grieve.
On the forty-ninth day, the string of his zither suddenly snapped. He coughed up a mouthful of his heart's blood, which stained the zither red. Then he resolutely stood up, his eyes no longer filled with confusion, but with only cold killing intent and determination.
He no longer sought personal gain but began to actively contact other cultivators, victims, and their teachers and relatives who were also suffering from the demonic calamity.
Even worse, some who miraculously survived the demonic calamity had lost everything: their sect, their families, and...
Homeland, hope, the God King, even the God Emperor level.
They put aside their past solitary ways and disagreements and began to gather together, forming an organization called the " Demon-Slaying Alliance ".
They have no fixed sect or complicated rules; their only purpose is to "slay demons"!
Like sparks igniting a prairie fire, they traversed the ravaged Eastern Heaven Realm, calling out and uniting the scattered victims and those filled with fear, urging them to set aside past grievances and unite against the demon.
A strange sight occurred.
The threads of hatred, strong and cold, began to subtly connect forces that had been at odds with each other, even mortal enemies, and had fought for millennia.
The seemingly irreconcilable conflict between the righteous path and the Destruction Dao, which has lasted for countless generations, appears to have its boundaries blurred in the face of this terrifying threat of world destruction, no longer so absolute and insurmountable.
Although internal disputes still exist within the Heaven-Chaos Sect and its attitude remains cautious, it has begun to tacitly allow its disciples to have limited contact and information sharing with the " Demon-Slaying Alliance " and other righteous forces.
The Palace of the Wuyou Palace, which has always remained closed to the public, has its tightly shut gates carved with mysterious cloud patterns, above which a clear, ethereal light flows, proclaiming that even those as detached as them can no longer remain completely detached.
And in the deep, unfathomable Eastern Sea, accompanied by several dragon roars that seemed to come from ancient times, filled with vicissitudes and power.
Several ancient auras, long dormant and almost forgotten by the world, began to slowly awaken, their cold gazes fixed on the sky shrouded in demonic shadows.
What truly propelled this pent-up anger and fear, which had been surging beneath the surface for over a decade, to erupt completely and transform into a colossal wave sweeping across the heavens were several momentous events that shook the entire Heavenly Realm.
During a aimless wandering, the Primordial Great Demon stumbled upon an ancient ruin guarded by three reclusive God Emperor.
This site is no ordinary relic; it is rumored to be related to a primordial treasure passed down from ancient times, possessing the power to suppress the great fortune of a region.
The three God Emperor fought back fiercely, each displaying their supernatural powers, triggering the ancient restrictions of the ruins themselves, shattering stars and annihilating the Void.
However, in the face of the Primordial Great Demon's incomparably tyrannical " Darkness of Void " and chaotic physical body, all resistance seemed so pale and powerless.
The fierce battle lasted for several days, and the final result was that both God Emperor were killed on the spot, and one was seriously injured and on the verge of death, but managed to escape by chance through a secret technique.
The important ancient ruins were completely destroyed, and the legendary treasure disappeared without a trace. This incident thoroughly enraged the ancient beings who had old friendships with these three God Emperor, as well as many reclusive powerhouses who coveted the treasure or believed it was related to the fate of the Heavenly Realm.
They were startled from their long slumber or Guanzhong, and their gazes were turned toward this chaotic and ferocious creature that had disrupted the balance.
Of course, the most important and symbolic point is that the current sword master of the " Heaven-Shocking Lineage " of the Nine Heavens Sacred Land has finally made his decision after more than a decade of silence.
On this day, a pure, sharp, and seemingly earth-shattering sword aura, capable of severing all worldly constraints and Cause and Effect, suddenly shot into the sky from the Nine Heavens Sacred Land, which stood apart from the world!
The sword energy swept across the starry sky, stretching for tens of thousands of miles. Its brilliance illuminated half of the Eastern Heaven Realm in an instant, briefly dispelling the pervasive Calamity Qi and gloom!
The chilling sword intent was almost tangible, severing layers of floating clouds, its meaning proclaimed to the world with crystal clarity:
Heaven-Shocking Lineage, willing to be the vanguard in slaying demons!
The rise of this sword energy, the declaration of this will, was like throwing a piece of ice into a pot of boiling oil, instantly igniting the entire situation!
Almost immediately after the sword energy soared into the sky, all the prominent forces in the Eastern Heaven Realm sent out their highest-level communication talismans, formally proposing to convene a " Demon-Extermination Assembly " to discuss the grand plan of exterminating demons.
Deep within the Nine Nether Demon Domain, the hoarse and unrestrained laughter of the Ancestor Destruction once again echoed throughout the Demon Palace: "Hahahaha! Good! Even those lunatics who only know how to practice swordsmanship have stepped forward! How can Laozi fall behind?"
The message to the righteous sects was that I, the Destruction Dao, was willing to "temporarily cooperate with these hypocrites to hunt this scoundrel together!"
Such a grand event could not be complete without my Destruction Dao!
Although his words remained defiant, his willingness to cooperate was unmistakable.
After receiving news of the Heaven-Shocking Sword Master's stance, the Heaven-Chaos Demon King finally stopped hesitating, nodded heavily, and then dispatched several of the sect's strongest elders, who were most skilled in fighting together, to the agreed-upon meeting point, carrying the sect's most precious treasures.
For the first time, the tightly closed gates of the Wuyou Palace opened slightly, revealing a figure dressed in a plain white fairy dress, holding a jade bottle, with her face veiled so that her features were obscured.
But the ethereal and otherworldly fairy, seemingly untouched by worldly concerns, quietly stepped out of the palace gates and vanished into the Void in an instant, her whereabouts unknown. However, her actions undoubtedly represented the attitude of the Wuyou Palace.
Deep in the Eastern Sea, the roar of a dragon echoed throughout the underwater Dragon Palace. An ancient dragon king, whose strength was unfathomable and who had survived since the beginning of time, conveyed a vague yet firm will to the outside world through a water mirror, promising to take action at the crucial moment.
Even some remnants of gods and demons in the Western Heaven Realm, who had been ravaged by the Primordial Great Demon and whose hearts were filled with fear and deep-seated hatred, risked their lives to secretly send envoys after learning that the Eastern Heaven Realm was about to launch an unprecedented siege.
They expressed their willingness to provide assistance to the best of their ability and share some intelligence, hoping only to completely annihilate the demon that brought destruction.
In an instant, the winds of change raged, and all streams converged!
Originating from the Western Heaven Realm, encompassing forces from both the righteous and demonic paths, independent Mighty Figure, and ancient races, these forces, each with different purposes, are all converging on the same goal at an unprecedented speed.
A boundless rage transformed into a tangible killing tide, rapidly weaving and tightening a colossal net that enveloped heaven and earth and isolated time and space, centered around the still slowly moving Primordial Great Demon!
The number and quality of the powerful figures participating in this joint operation are unprecedented in the last ten thousand years!
There are several peak experts whose strength has reached the Lesser Heaven Rank who have clearly stated that they will personally take action!
This includes the Heaven-Shocking Sword Master, who is determined to test his sword against demons;
An ancient dragon king, who emerged from the deepest part of the Eastern Sea and has survived since the Primordial Era, whose true form is Five-Clawed Golden Dragon dragon, possesses a dragon's might so great that it seems capable of crushing the eternal blue sky!
And the number of God Emperor level experts, who are second only to the Lesser Heaven Rank, is a terrifying dozen or so!
They were either the founding fathers of major powers or Mighty Figure had cultivated in seclusion for many years; all of them were renowned giants in their respective regions.
As for ordinary God King level beings, in this unprecedented siege, they could only serve as auxiliary forces, responsible for setting up large arrays to block the starry sky on the periphery, cheering, or handling some peripheral matters.
This is a collection of terrifying forces that can affect the future pattern of the entire heaven!
Now, this sword, which gathers the wrath and power of all the heavens, has been drawn. Its sharpness is aimed directly at one target: to completely annihilate the Primordial Great Demon who has been wandering for more than a decade, bringing endless destruction and fear, and to erase its existence from this world forever, eliminating any future troubles!
At this moment, the source of all this, the towering demonic figure thousands of feet tall, shrouded in profound " Darkness of Void," seemed completely unaware of the terrifying storm rapidly gathering behind it, its killing intent soaring to the heavens.
Its slowly rotating, chaotic eyes remained Eternal cold and hungry as it stared indifferently into the Void ahead.
There, the barriers of space seemed to become thinner, and faint energy fluctuations, different from those in the Heavenly Realm, more complex and seemingly more "delicious," could be heard.
That place is the boundary between the Eastern Heaven Realm and the endless Human World below.
An epic war destined to sweep across the heavens, humanity, and even the deeper realms of the world is slowly unfolding against this seemingly calm yet turbulent backdrop.