There is a progress bar in my cultivation of immortality

What Wang Ping and the others sensed was basically correct; the demonic world was currently experiencing an unprecedented upheaval.

Twin Star City, once a magnificent ecological metropolis that served as a bridgehead against extraterrestrial monsters, is now unrecognizable. Its towering dome is broken and shattered, its exposed metal skeleton is twisted and deformed, and the city's air circulation pipes are now blocked by a thick, foul-smelling, dark green slime.

The streets are no longer bustling with crowds; instead, they are filled with deformed monsters wandering aimlessly. These monsters were once the residents of this place, following the rebels with hope, but now they have undergone a horrific mutation due to the deep corruption of demonic energy.

Those cultivators who switched to the demonic path fared slightly better, but they were not spared. Their eyes were murky and manic, their bodies were surrounded by demonic energy, and their reason was teetering on the brink of collapse under the temptation and erosion of power.

The palace in the city center has been completely razed, replaced by a towering altar made of countless human skeletons, twisted metal, and still-pulsating pollutants. The altar is dark red and covered with blasphemous and ancient runes, constantly drawing in the spiritual energy of pain, despair, and madness that converges from all parts of the city.

The top of the altar tore through space, forming a constantly rotating, dark red vortex that emitted extremely foul and chaotic energy. This vortex established an extremely unstable connection with an indescribable and terrifying entity in a distant realm.

At the top of the towering altar, Wu Nian's illusory figure appeared and disappeared amidst the raging energy flow. The strange runes surrounding him flickered wildly, resonating with the entire demonic world and drawing upon overwhelming power. However, this power was too complex and chaotic to be precisely controlled, making him more like a container forcibly filled with destructive energy.

At this moment, he was driving the altar to devour the spirituality of all living beings in the extraterrestrial star energy and demonic energy world, seemingly gathering some terrifying existence, while Qianxi was leading twelve demonic cultivators to fight against the disordered monsters around the altar.

Wu Nian paid no attention to the battle around him, focusing all his attention on driving the altar. The dark red vortex spun more and more rapidly, and a terrifying suction force was generated from it. It not only greedily devoured the spirituality of the creatures forcibly extracted from various ecological zones of the extraterrestrial planet, but also began to brutally absorb the basic energy of the demonic world itself.

"Wu Nian! You have betrayed your promise!"

Qianxi's body surged with demonic energy, transforming into a sharp arrow that shot towards the top of the altar. However, before it could get close, several deformed monsters, driven even more mad by the altar's suction force, pounced on it.

These monsters come in all shapes and sizes. Some were once incredibly strong warriors, but after mutation, their limbs swelled up like battering rams. Others were once agile scouts, but now they have become multi-legged, multi-eyed crawling predators. They have no reason, only a destructive desire driven by fear and hunger.

Qianxi's roar was insignificant amidst the raging energy roar of the altar. His demonic energy surged, and with a single swing of his giant demonic blade, he triggered the rules of destruction in the demonic world.

"boom--"

Before the surging tide of monsters could even get close, it was crushed by an invisible, immense force that distorted space, and then greedily absorbed into Qianxi himself.

Then, Qianxi took a step forward, the void beneath his feet trembled, and countless wailing demonic shadows appeared. Each step seemed to be on the node of the rules of destruction, and his speed suddenly increased. In an instant, he turned into a pitch-black meteor that tore through space and rushed straight to the top of the altar again!
However, even more obstacles then arise.

The twelve demonic cultivators who followed him were also embroiled in their own battles and unable to offer any assistance.

A monster forcibly formed from countless broken limbs and resentment, with several shattered cultivator primordial spirits flickering at its core, roared and swung out a giant palm formed from bones and resentment. The palm wind contained a corrupting power that corroded the foundation of one's cultivation. It collided with a white bone demon banner summoned by a demon cultivator. The shockwave that erupted instantly cleared away the demonic energy within a thousand miles and shattered countless low-level monsters into nothingness.

Another demonic cultivator transformed into a ten-thousand-foot-tall demonic shadow, spewing blue flames in an attempt to incinerate everything in front of him. However, he encountered a colossal beast of equal size, its skin covered with twisted runes, capable of absorbing demonic fire to nourish itself, causing the battle to reach a stalemate.

Qianxi's target was only Wunian. At this moment, the altar itself seemed to come alive. The blasphemous runes on its surface suddenly lit up and intertwined into a huge dark red hand made entirely of negative energy and curses. When the hand spread its five fingers, it covered the starry sky and brought down on Qianxi with a terrifying power that could crush stars.

This strike drew upon the weight of the entire demonic world and the desperate curses of countless sacrificial beings. Qianxi's pupils constricted sharply, a demonic blade flashed across the sky in front of him, and a dark, ethereal demonic sun that devoured light appeared behind him.

"break!"

He roared and unleashed his demonic blade. A very thin and dark crack appeared before the blade's light. It was a void chasm formed by the tearing of space by absolute power, containing the rules of devouring and destruction.

The crimson giant hand clashed violently with the void rift!
No sound was heard, only the violent annihilation at the level of rules. The space at the center of the collision shattered like glass, forming a brief black domain that swallowed all the light and energy around it, and even some matter.

The giant hand trembled violently, the runes on its surface flickering, and finally exploded with a bang, turning into a raging energy storm. Qianxi was also forced back by this backlash, and his demonic energy surged around him.

Just as his old strength was waning and new strength was beginning to emerge, a distorted figure, moving faster than the limits of thought, suddenly appeared beside him, ignoring spatial distance.

It's Wei Ling!
When she was defeated by Wang Ping, her consciousness was completely shattered. After Wu Nian reassembled her consciousness, she could only become a crazed killing monster.

At this moment, Wei Ling transformed into a dark torrent composed of pure killing intent and extraterrestrial pollution. Wherever this torrent passed, the space was stained with filthy colors, forming an absolute dead zone for living beings, and directly collided with the protective barrier that Qian Xi had hastily condensed.

"Crack!"

The barrier, strong enough to withstand the impact of stars, shattered like paper.

Qianxi groaned as he was violently slammed away by the force, which was of the same origin but even more frenzied and violent. The demonic energy on his body dissipated, even revealing a part of his distorted body that had been corrupted and eroded. Meanwhile, the torrent of shadows that Wei Ling had transformed into did not lose momentum and crashed directly into a floating palace ruin behind them, completely obliterating it.

Qianxi steadied himself, a look of horror appearing on his face for the first time. He had underestimated Wei Ling, who had been completely corrupted by Wu Nian and the altar, and he had also underestimated the power that the altar could mobilize.

At the top of the altar, Wu Nian remained indifferent to the fierce battle below. The dark red vortex had expanded to the point of almost swallowing the entire top of the altar. The spirituality of creatures from various ecological zones and the primordial power of the demonic world flowed into his illusory body like rivers flowing into the sea.

His figure, under the infusion of extreme energy, began to solidify. The strange runes surrounding him, like the most precise carving knives, were using this plundered energy as material and the laws of extraterrestrial demons as a blueprint to reshape him into a terrifying physical body that perfectly conformed to the rules of this world yet transcended them. The energy convergence quickly reached its peak, and even the center of the vortex began to erupt with soul-chilling dark red lightning. A cold, greedy, and pure evil will, surpassing all the demonic cultivators present, was slowly awakening from within.

Qianxi sensed the emerging will and his face turned extremely ugly. He realized that Wunian had never intended to share anything with them. All of them were merely resources and stepping stones for him to reshape himself from beginning to end!
On the distant battlefield, Gray Daoist sensed the terrifying energy emanating from the top of the altar. His instinctive urge to retreat arose, but at this moment, the demonic energy within him was being drawn away by the altar, making it difficult to escape without the help of a teleportation array. Furthermore, there were countless demonic creatures around him. Although these creatures were not powerful, they could devour his demonic energy, and with the slightest mistake, the core of his demonic energy would be destroyed.

"These extraterrestrial life forms are indeed untrustworthy!"

Hui Daoren sighed inwardly, his gaze fixed on Wei Ling, who had gone completely mad. An inexplicable sense of irritation arose in his mind, but he knew that now was not the time to be irritable, so he forcibly suppressed the emotions that should not have arisen with his own cultivation.

He needed to escape, to escape as quickly as possible, and flee this starry sky controlled by Wu Nian, he thought to himself…

With his cultivation level, he could naturally see that Wu Nian had been preparing for his current plan from the very beginning by binding his own consciousness to the demonic world.

But how can we escape?

Just as that demonic body, crackling with dark red lightning and undergoing a process of spiritual rebirth, was about to completely solidify—

"Boom!"

A clear and melodious bell, as if it came from beyond the heavens, resounded without warning throughout the chaotic battlefield of Twin Star City. The bell was not loud, but it carried an indescribable penetrating power and a sense of purification, instantly overshadowing all the roars, explosions, and energy shrieks.

As the bells tolled, the void above the altar, stained and filthy with demonic energy, was suddenly torn apart by an irresistible force, and an enormous hand, gleaming with brilliant golden light, emerged from the void.

This palm is formed from extremely complex golden runes that flow with pure Taoist divine power. It is so large that it can easily grasp the entire altar, and every line on it seems to contain the ultimate truth of heaven and earth, exuding a vast, majestic, and powerful aura that can cleanse evil spirits.

The moment the golden divine palm appeared, the raging energy of the entire demonic world paused. The dark red vortex that was frantically spinning and devouring everything visibly slowed down, as if it were being choked by an invisible hand.

At the same time, the blasphemous runes on the altar surface flickered violently, as if they had encountered a natural nemesis, and their process of absorbing and converting energy was forcibly blocked.

The next moment, the massive energy flow converging towards Wu Nian experienced a noticeable slowdown and disorder!
The illusory figure of Wu Nian, which was about to solidify completely at the top of the altar, suddenly trembled. The strange runes that were flashing wildly around him became chaotic. For the first time, he shifted his attention away from reshaping himself and looked up at the huge divine hand that covered the starry sky.

Meanwhile, on the distant battlefield, the Gray Daoist was shaken to his core the moment the bell rang. The pure Taoist aura clashed violently with the demonic power around him, making him extremely uncomfortable, but more than anything, he felt a sense of astonishment at being saved from a desperate situation.

“Changqing Zhenjun!” He instantly recognized the source of that familiar yet even more powerful aura.

Just as Wu Nian was stunned by the divine palm and the altar's operation paused for a moment, the terrifying suction force acting on all the demonic cultivators also eased slightly.

It's now!

The Gray Daoist's eyes flashed with a sharp light. Without hesitation, he activated the core of his demonic source, causing a dense cloud of gray mist to burst forth around him. He merged with the mist, transforming into an almost imperceptible gray filament. He cleverly used the gaps in the rules caused by the disordered energy of the altar, as well as the cover of the monster frenzy that was briefly stunned by the appearance of the divine palm, and shot towards the edge of the shattered dome of Twin Star City at an incredible speed.

The golden palm ignored the gray Taoist's escape. Its target was crystal clear. Its five fingers were slightly bent, carrying the majesty to crush everything and the will to purify all evil. It slowly but irresistibly descended towards the towering altar!
Wherever the palm strikes, the surging demonic energy melts away like ice and snow. Those hideous, deformed monsters turn to ashes before they can even utter a wail. The filthy energy is completely cleansed, and the core area of ​​Twin Star City seems to be cleared out in an instant, leaving only the lonely altar and the furious Wu Nian on it, exposed to the sacred and terrifying golden light.

Facing the overwhelming golden palm, Wu Nian's will erupted with a silent yet earth-shaking shriek that shook the entire demonic world. He would never allow the great cause he had painstakingly and sacrificing everything to be completed to fail at this moment!
A twisted, ancient syllable, not belonging to the language of this world, burst forth from his demonic body that was about to solidify.

In an instant, the entire demonic world was in an uproar!
An energy far more violent and desperate than before surged wildly toward the altar from all directions. It included not only demonic energy, but also the remaining life force within those deformed monsters, the demonic energy that the demonic cultivators were struggling to maintain, the filthy blood accumulated deep within the earth, and even all the negative emotions and curses that permeated the air.

Everything was forcibly extracted and melted down by the blindingly bright blasphemous runes on the surface of the altar!

The towering altar groaned under its own weight, its surface cracking open with fine fissures that spewed out even thicker darkness. The crimson vortex spun wildly in reverse at an unprecedented speed, unleashing without reservation the vast energy that had been gathered to reshape the demonic body, mixed with the extreme filth and chaotic laws transmitted from the other end of the outer passage.

A torrent, indescribable in color and a mixture of all the evils and destructive intents of the world, surged from the center of the vortex and crashed violently into the descending golden divine palm.

Wherever this torrent passed, space did not shatter, but was assimilated and polluted, turning into a viscous, writhing, absolute demonic realm that rejected all life.

“Rumble——!!!”

This collision produced a deafening roar, as if the heavens and earth were splitting apart!
The golden and dark torrents clashed violently, with the sacred power of purification and the ultimate corrupting magic annihilating and clashing wildly.

A blinding light and profound darkness erupted simultaneously, illuminating the entire Twin Star City and even the vast surrounding starry sky in a ghastly white light, before plunging back into absolute darkness.

The rules here became chaotic and violent, and space collapsed on a large scale like fragile glass, forming countless spatial cracks that devoured everything.

While Wang Ping's golden palm, constructed using divine magic, was undoubtedly incredibly powerful and capable of cleansing evil, Wu Nian's attack was practically a gamble with the very foundation and future of the entire demonic world; its sheer power far exceeded the scope of ordinary confrontation. (End of Chapter)