The heavens began from a small hell

Deep within the cycle of interconnected worlds.

The clay figure, which had been sitting cross-legged at the end of the cycle of reincarnation for countless epochs, trembled slightly, with soul particles swirling around it and rays of light blooming.

The unique aura of the Dao Ancestor permeated the air at this moment, causing countless lost souls wandering aimlessly on the path of reincarnation to tremble instinctively, their soul light almost dissipating.

In that brief pause, countless stillborn and mentally challenged infants appeared throughout the heavens and realms, because the souls that should have been reincarnated had stopped.

It is difficult to cultivate a high level of spirituality by relying solely on the recombination of soul particles between heaven and earth. Without the foundation of spirituality, there is naturally no way to talk about intelligence.

A few breaths later, a deafening roar echoed throughout the end of the cycle of reincarnation. One after another, strangely shaped giant hands pierced through the void and the boundary between life and death, forcibly opening a path from the world of living beings to the cycle of reincarnation.

Then, one after another, strange creatures poured into the cycle of reincarnation. They roared hoarsely, devouring and assimilating the souls on the cycle of reincarnation, so that all living beings would have their inner true souls as one of them from the very beginning of their birth.

Upon witnessing this scene, the clay figure raised its hand and slapped the void with what appeared to be a slow but actually swift motion. The hidden and difficult-to-see chains of the Great Dao order then appeared one after another, and the strange creatures that rushed into the cycle of reincarnation all exploded and died.

"It's you! Meng!"

An unknown language entered the depths of the cycle of reincarnation; it was spoken by a powerful member of a strange race who had torn open the boundary between life and death.

It recognized the clay figure's identity as Huang's senior, a true peerless Dao Ancestor.

"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful! Now that Huang is gone, it's the perfect time to kill you here and send you into reincarnation."

As the Dao Ancestor-level creature of the strange race entered the Cycle of Reincarnation, it deeply absorbed the soul particles of this place, and countless fragments of memories from living beings flooded into its mind, bringing different sensations.

"A...person...has...come...here...looking for...death?"

The clay figure spoke slowly, and the radiant glow around him became even more dazzling, his vigorous blood and energy surging into the sky like a tidal wave.

The dazed souls were illuminated by the radiance of the Dao Ancestor, and some of their deficiencies were temporarily filled by the Dao Ancestor's Dao principles, instantly restoring their former consciousness.

Many people believe that the seven emotions and six desires are hormonal changes in the body, but at this time, the souls obviously also have emotional fluctuations. The souls who realize that they have died and have come to the afterlife cry out and make a ruckus, and the originally orderly cycle of reincarnation suddenly becomes chaotic.

"I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"

"Long Ao! I will not let you go! I will be resurrected! I will take my revenge!"

"Waaaaah! It's so scary, waaaaah..."

"Lin Yang, you damned bastard! You actually disguised yourself as an outsider to kill me! I will not let you get away with this!"

"If I die, what will happen to my younger brother? What will happen to my parents who are paralyzed in bed? God, please bring me back to life."

"I am not resigned to this! I want to live another life!"

The voices of countless souls echo along the path of reincarnation, which is so incredibly long that souls from thousands of years ago are still walking this path.

Souls are unaware of the passage of time, nor that the world they inhabit is different from when they were alive. Those they care about and those they resent often perish with the passing years.

"Ahua, is that you, Ahua! It's me, Er Gou Dan..."

"Father, I've seen you again!"

A very small number of souls coincidentally encountered acquaintances, each one excited yet somewhat lost, unsure of where to go next.

Soon, the souls' minds went mad. Meng Tianzheng's Dao Ancestor radiance had subsided. In order to ensure that the cycle of reincarnation would not be interrupted, he took the initiative to confront the Dao Ancestor-level creatures of the strange race.

A colossal divine power, powerful enough to cause the endless cycle of birth and death in the great realms and to plunge all the heavens and myriad worlds into chaos, erupted. Occasionally, a wisp of divine power storm, carrying supreme Dao principles, would spread, annihilating all souls and spirits in its path, leaving not even particles, turning them into utter nothingness. A very few souls, blessed with great fortune, had their original destinies broken, absorbing a wisp of supreme Dao principles and escaping death by chance. Some dissipated into the outside world, while others came to the world of the living.

At this moment, no one pays attention to the myriad aspects of life. Some of the powerful beings from all over the world are preparing to fight against the strange races, while others have gone to the desolate and remote universe to take refuge.

The latter believed that as long as they hid in a secluded, unnoticed corner, they would not be affected by this calamity.

As for those who fought bravely... some scoffed, some offered their support in their hearts, but they themselves would not go up.

After countless years of painstaking cultivation, what is the ultimate goal nothing more than a carefree life? Who would knowingly do something impossible? That would be courting death.

"Die! It would be better if you all died!"

"I work hard all year to earn three thousand yuan crystals. Once you blood leeches are dead, I will be able to rule this world."

Many evolved beings harbored malicious thoughts, believing that this calamity was their opportunity. They thought that once those powerful beings were dead, they would be in charge of the world.

Some people, hiding in dark corners, looked up and saw with perfect clarity the phantom of the floating coffin behind Jiu Dao getting closer and closer, as if it had traveled through countless ages and descended from ancient times into the present world.

An indescribable sense of oppression arose in the hearts of all beings, making them restless and causing their bodies to tremble instinctively.

The nine progenitors arrived outside the myriad realms of the Lesser Underworld and the Yang Realm. Learning from the example of the Black Blood Progenitor, they did not set foot there, but instead watched indifferently from the chaos beyond the myriad realms.

“This is an exquisitely crafted field. If we do not enter this realm, what will you do?”

The progenitor, whose body was surrounded by murky golden ripples, spoke, but no emotion could be detected in his voice.

"Fortunately, we sensed something, and those who died back then have returned, along with two more people of the same level as us."

“If Huang hadn’t left, you would have almost become a scourge.”

Another ancestor spoke, and his single eye, which could see through the laws of all things, saw the three priests in the heavens.

Chu Feng, Jiang Luoshen, and Lin Nuoyi.

As for Lin Yang, who was standing next to the three, the One-Eyed Ancestor did not see him.

"Address potential risks as soon as possible."

The humanoid progenitor was infinitely tall and infinitely large, spewing gray mist from its mouth and nose, yet it was also infinitely small, seemingly lacking a real body.

"The three major paths have all been sublimated and emerged simultaneously, and among them is an old friend. It is a scene that has never been seen in all the ages."

"It's a pity that Huang is gone. Otherwise, annihilating the alien powerhouses of all worlds in one battle would have been the true perfection."

The blood-red sapling trembled slightly. Although it looked like a seedling, it also resembled a withered tree at the end of its life, giving people an indescribable sense of contradiction.

As the ancestors spoke, they made their moves. The power to burn everything and extinguish the Great Dao suddenly surged, and a higher realm seemed to emerge, neither tangible nor intangible, as if even the concept of self had been burned away.

"Swallow the turbid and expel the pure—stillness!"

A soft shout rang out from all the heavens, and ripples of black and white, clear and turbid alternating, spread out. This was Jiang Luoshen using her natal artifact, which had been refined over countless eras.

(End of this chapter)