The Chaos Divine Bridge pierced through the seal. Ming Xin led the imposing forces of the Divine Tomb and stepped into the Heavenly Dao Origin Space.
This was not the palace or nest they had imagined, but an endless void of distorted colors.
Beneath their feet lay a boiling ocean of Sinful Power. The air was thick with nauseating Calamity Qi, while countless twisted, wailing fragments of souls drifted like snowflakes.
This was the ultimate abyss formed after the Evil Heavenly Dao devoured all living beings, a place that gathered every negative and filthy thing in the world.
At the very center of that abyss floated a vast, indescribable mass of dark will, endlessly twisting and roiling.
It was shrouded by a curtain of Chaos light, cracked all over yet still radiating an immortal Dao resonance—the seal Ming Xin had laid down. Beneath it was the source of every disaster in this world: the Evil Heavenly Dao!
It had no fixed form. At times, it became a savage giant face; at others, a mass of flesh covered in bloody eyes; then it dispersed into a gathering of billions of vengeful souls.
Yet no matter how its form changed, its essence remained the same: cold, greedy, and filled with boundless malice toward the entire world.
It battered the seal madly, causing the cracks in the light curtain to spread as grating shattering sounds rang out.
"Everyone, prepare." Ming Xin's voice was calm, yet it carried an invisible authority as it spread through the entire Heaven-Smiting Faction.
No further words were needed. The moment they entered this place, everyone had already raised themselves to their peak condition.
The laws of Chen Nan's Eight Styles of Rebellion circled around him. The Demon Lord stood upon the Platform for Appointing Generals, his killing intent