Reincarnation space, but the style is wrong

Chapter 496 Beacon of Light, Apostle of Calamity

"The situation has really taken a sharp turn for the worse."

On one side of the battlefield, Daoist Chiming was fighting a fire demon who was skilled in using Netherworld Evil Fire, while occasionally glancing at the situation on the battlefield.

One of them was skilled in using the Southern Bright Fire, while the other was skilled in using the Netherworld Evil Fire. They seemed to have a similar understanding of the Way of Fire, and although they both seemed to be giving it their all, neither could defeat the other.

After all, these two are actually the same person, and they are also among the few Tier 8 players who are still playing exhibition matches.

In their eyes, most of the eighth-tier enemies were already fighting with their lives on the line, wishing they could kill all the enemies in front of them, especially Xuanjun and the Impure Old Demon.

In this situation, in order not to expose their identities, they had no choice but to risk their lives to act in order to match the intense battle situation.

"Another eighth-tier cultivator has fallen."

The simultaneous occurrence of the Dao's silence and the lament of heaven and earth foreshadows the death of yet another primordial deity.

Besides the three eighth-tier warriors who initially perished at the hands of Xuanjun and the Impure Old Demon, five more have appeared on the list of casualties, making this battle the one with the most eighth-tier warriors killed since the beginning of time.

Chi Ming Daojun was anxious. Her skills in performing arts were not enough to support such a high-difficulty performance. "This can't go on. I have to think of a way to get out of here."

She glanced again at the two men who were fighting the fiercest, seemingly determined to fight to the death, and couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive.

For some reason, the two of them kept their eyes fixed on each other, and each of their attacks was powerful and heavy.

A large circle was left open around them, and no one dared to approach. Occasionally, someone would force their opponent there, using the aftershocks of their battle to annoy their rival.

"With my strength, if I were caught in the aftershocks of their battle, I'm afraid I wouldn't fare much better. How did these two suddenly become so strong?"

It's only because Xuanjun and the other two couldn't hear her thoughts, otherwise they would definitely have said something like:
It's calamity energy; I added calamity energy.

The more terrifying the calamity, the heavier the calamity energy, the more power they can borrow from the yet-to-be-born Lord of Calamity.

If it weren't for the great calamity, they might not have dared to be so reckless, but now that the calamity has arrived, they will stir up trouble during it.

How can one attain the status of the master of the calamity path without entering the calamity?
In their next clash, the eerie green light and the mysterious universe collided, creating a void that led beyond the river of time.

A certain unlucky eighth-tier being was forced to the edge of the void, struggling to escape its pull.

Just as he was about to break free from the empty pull, he caught a glimpse of a blurry figure outside of time out of the corner of his eye, and was slightly taken aback.

The figure's face, equally blurry, faintly revealed a smile. Then, he stretched out his hand and pointed a finger at the unfortunate eighth-ranked player.

Feeling the pull on him increase sharply, the unfortunate fellow let out a cry of resentment and ignited his own spiritual light without hesitation, attempting to use it to resist the growing suction force.

An eighth-tier being ignited their spiritual light, instantly piercing the mist over the River of Time. Like a beacon beam, it attracted the attention of all those lost on the River of Time.

"Is that light? How could something like that exist in the river of time?"

"It might be a trap; we need to be careful."

"No matter what, I have to go and see, otherwise I'm not far from being completely lost."

The light of inspiration burns, illuminating the darkness and guiding the way for many lost who are willing, as well as those who are unwilling.

A large number of pseudo-eighth-order beings in the process of formation rushed to the source of light, forming a wave of reverse flow of phantom images.

Besides them, there were also some more ancient beings beyond the river of time who noticed this burning aura.

“This spark of inspiration must be the guiding light promised by the Great Venerable.”

"After being lost for so long, we can finally return to the Celestial Realm to continue our development."

“We have remained stagnant for too long. Civilization needs to keep progressing, and we must seize this opportunity.” At the very beginning of chaos, these civilizations originating from the Endless Sea Era were protected by their eighth-order beings and placed outside of time.

This is both protection and restriction, preventing them from being affected by the creation of the world while also stopping them from progressing.

So Chen Xingzhi, who was also trapped outside of time, approached them, promising to guide them on their way at the right time, in exchange for them becoming his apostles.

The apostles of calamity that drive the development of catastrophe.

With engines roaring, after many years, the mothership, which had been lost for so long, once again found its course, and the celestial sphere above the vast land awaited them.

"Do not!!"

Even with his spiritual light burning, this unfortunate eighth-tier being sacrificed by Chen Xingzhi could not escape the pull of the void. He could only watch helplessly as the void gradually closed, losing his last chance to return to the primordial world.

Just before the void closed, a large number of blurry, indistinct phantoms passed by him and disappeared into the primordial world.

Only then did he realize that he had been used as a tool.

"Who's plotting against me? Wait, what about that shadowy figure?"

The void closed, and he turned around abruptly. He didn't see the phantom, but only the immense aura of calamity spreading around him and obscuring his vision.

He was completely lost outside of time, amidst the calamity.

To escape, one can only wait for some major event to occur, for the river of time to be violently disturbed.

After the void closed in the northern battlefield, neither the Divine Court nor the Demonic Path immediately took action. Instead, they each occupied one side and stood in a stalemate.

The spectacle was so astonishing that both sides, both at the eighth level, were greatly shocked and chose to remain on the sidelines for a moment, fearing that they would be the next unlucky ones to be exiled if they made a move.

With the situation easing, Daoist Chiming breathed a sigh of relief.

But when she glanced at Xuanjun and saw his cold, lifeless face, her heart skipped a beat.

"He wouldn't still want to fight, would he?" Daoist Chiming felt it necessary to advise Xuanjun to prevent him from doing something irrational.

Although Xuanjun seemed capable of fighting for another three hundred rounds, she couldn't continue; if she kept acting, she would be exposed.

What she didn't know was that Xuanjun had anticipated her thoughts.

"We've been fighting for so long, surely one of the actors should step forward and give me a way out, right?"

"Fellow Daoist Xuanjun, please hear me out."

The voice of Daoist Chiming entered his ears. He glanced at the Phoenix Clan Ancestor and said with righteous indignation, "Fellow Daoist, there is no need to persuade me. Today I will definitely destroy this unclean old demon."

He was about to raise his hand when he was startled and Daoist Chiming quickly stopped him:

"Fellow Daoist, please wait. While the demonic path is indeed despicable, we have already lost several fellow Daoists in this battle. The Divine Court cannot afford to suffer further losses."

The other eighth-ranking members of the Divine Court also realized what was happening and tried to dissuade him.

Xuan Jun breathed a sigh of relief. After acting for so long, someone finally gave him a way out.

His gaze met that of the Impure Old Demon, who immediately understood and continued speaking in accordance with the words of the demon who had admonished him:

"This battle has already cost the Divine Court enough. In that case, we shall retreat first and fight the Divine Court again another day."

(End of this chapter)