The heavens began from a small hell

With a single palm strike, the body of the chief priest was shattered, leaving all the powerful figures from all walks of life utterly astonished.

The Blood-Clad Empress is so powerful, could it be that she has surpassed the realm of the Supreme Immortal Emperor? Has she reached an unprecedented transcendent level?
Just as countless powerful figures were shaken, the Blood-Clad Empress remotely seized the shattered blood mist and remains of the High Priest, instantly refining them to nourish her own supreme blood essence.

Wisps of gray mist lingered in the outer world, hovering over the spot where the high priest had exploded. In the blink of an eye, the high priest's soul reappeared, and his body was restored to its original state.

To completely kill a supreme being, all beings in all worlds must cease to think of or desire him, and completely forget him.

Otherwise, the destruction of the body and the scattering of the soul light can only be considered as severely injuring a supreme being, far from being completely killed.

Upon witnessing this scene, some Dao Ancestors from various worlds who knew the supreme secrets sighed: "Only forgetting can truly bury the supreme realm at the end of the road."

“We still remember it, but all living beings have just seen it. How can we bury it?”

Whenever they thought of this, the peerless Dao Ancestors of all ages felt powerless.

Even if they could reach an unprecedented and inconceivable level in the Dao Ancestor realm, capable of rivaling the supreme beings of all heavens...

However, it is impossible to bury the highest point.

They are destined to lose to the Supreme Being unless they themselves ascend to that realm and become the supreme being of all heavens.

But that step is incredibly difficult. Over countless years and countless realms, perhaps many ultimate evolvers have been born, and maybe even many true Dao Ancestors.

But the supreme...

There has never been one.

Only above the heavens can one glimpse a sliver of hope for achieving the highest.

There is even a vague consensus among the powerful beings of all ages that it is impossible to become a supreme being in places like the 'myriad worlds' or 'countless universes,' as if something is missing in these places.

"You are very strong, much stronger than me."

"But if you oppose my clan, your fate is already sealed. You might as well join my clan to avoid your cultivation vanishing into nothingness."

A hoarse, harsh voice rang out, booming and shaking the entire universe, echoing in the hearts of all living beings.

Upon hearing its voice, one uncontrollable thought after another suddenly surfaced in the minds of all living beings. Many creatures, unaware of what was happening, revealed strange and eerie expressions, as if their bodies were about to be controlled by another consciousness.

The weaker the strength, the more obvious it is. Countless mortal planets, planes, and worlds across the ages, and all living beings in the world are grinning strangely, yet no sound is uttered. This uniform abnormality is chilling.

The source of all this is the thought of 'devoting oneself to my people' in the voice of the high priest.

Those stronger individuals who possessed even a slight capacity for resistance wore solemn expressions, resisting the images that surfaced deep within their minds.

Those are the various futures where their own path has vanished like smoke. All their past efforts become meaningless in those futures, and they will eventually die. Their bodies will be occupied by the newborn true self within them, laughing as they throw themselves into the strange race.

She remained silent in the face of the Blood-Clad Empress recruited by the High Priest. The sea of ​​blood beneath her bare feet rippled, and vibrant crimson buds bloomed, revealing slender female figures within them.

Countless flower bud fairies leaped out with graceful figures, rushing towards the chief priest as if transcending time and space, unleashing countless wondrous spells that struck at the chief priest's past, present, and future.

Seeing this, the high priest, who had been injured in the previous attack, let out a low laugh, and a long river filled with the aura of time appeared. Countless particles of light floated in the river, each a secret technique, incredibly powerful and invincible. Some were created by the high priest himself, while others were learned from others. Each one was a masterpiece, possessing a peerless style that even the Dao Ancestor could not display with all his might.

In an instant, the light of the secret technique touched the graceful woman, and the already difficult-to-bear river of time almost broke apart and seemed to dry up.

A sense of illusion crept into the world, and many bizarre and fantastical scenes appeared, indicating that the clash between the two was about to rewrite the annals of history.

At this moment, the expressions of those so-called eternal powerhouses changed drastically. Taking advantage of the current special environment, they did their best to maintain their existence, lest they be wiped out by the aftershocks of the supreme battle and die countless years ago.

This is undoubtedly a tremendous cause and effect.

Even the eternal Celestial Kings were affected, and countless beings at the bottom were also affected, with the fates of countless people being rewritten.

But neither the Blood-Clad Empress nor the High Priest paid any attention to this.

For the Blood-Clad Empress, this was no longer her era. She had few acquaintances left in the world, and the passage of time would not erase those she knew. As for strangers…

She was once feared by the world and known as a ruthless person, the Devouring Demon Emperor who ascended to the throne of the mortal world by stepping on countless corpses.

If one does not devour the true blood of all living beings to achieve one's own path, this is already an insurmountable debt of gratitude that all living beings cannot repay. How could one possibly spare even a sliver of one's attention for the sake of all living beings and thus affect one's combat strength?

The chief priest's idea was simpler... The fate of all living beings in this era has been changed, countless people have disappeared and countless people have appeared. These are all qualified sacrifices and will not affect the harvest of the grand sacrifice.

All it seeks to ensure is that the 'world' that gives birth to all living beings and cultivates sacrifices will not be destroyed on a large scale.

As the Dao trembled, the figures of the Blood-Clad Empress and the High Priest gradually disappeared from the sky of all worlds. The two had already broken the strongest Dao of all worlds, so naturally they could no longer be seen clashing.

After a moment of silence from all living beings, the giant hand that had initially torn apart the two secret realms reappeared. With a single strike, it severed the Dream Realm's network, kicking many evolved beings in the Dream Realm offline.

Even in the infamous 'Burial Pit' of Calamity, a supreme being from a strange race descended and crushed a powerful being who was undergoing a transformation deep within the pit.

"The insect that cut off Ye's retreat back then was reflected after its death. It abandoned the Way of Time and turned to cultivate the Void, wanting to achieve the supreme state by uniting time and the Void."

"Ah."

"If it had come a hundred years or so later, it would have been a real problem."

The Supreme Being chuckled softly, his body rippling with eerie golden light. Though golden, it possessed a strong sense of filth, inspiring instinctive disgust in those who saw him.

A piercing bark echoed from afar: "Your Majesty!!!"

This undoubtedly attracted the attention of the golden supreme being outside the burial pit. Covered in thick, long hair and with rotting flesh, it looked towards the secret realm where the big black dog was located and walked over.

It saw people who had faked their deaths to escape during past great battles. Although it was not the chief priest of this era, it would not hesitate to kill any rebels it had encountered.

A burst of multicolored light, a mixture of dozens of colors, suddenly appeared, and a figure that constantly shifted its form, sometimes human, sometimes dragon, sometimes unicorn, and sometimes silkworm, blocked the path of the golden supreme being.

"Oh? Another newcomer, whose aura is not even stable, yet he dares to block my way?"

(End of this chapter)