I've already become a god, and you're telling me about the ancient demon invasion?

Wang Tianlong slowly opened his eyes, his pupils gleaming with a sharp light, like two tangible bolts of azure lightning that flashed and disappeared in the secret chamber. He felt the surging, seemingly inexhaustible magical power within his body, and his sense of the primordial energy of heaven and earth became even clearer. Finally, a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

A century of arduous cultivation culminated in a single moment of triumph! From that moment on, he officially entered the ranks of the top cultivators in the human realm!

Wang Tianlong did not get up immediately, but continued to sit cross-legged, beginning to stabilize his hard-won late-stage realm and adapt to the surge in power.

On the other side, at the bottom of a deep trench in the human realm, lies a hidden place concealed by layers of magical arrays.

This is no ordinary sea area, but rather the vicinity of an extremely rare spatial rift with a relatively weak spatial structure, located between the human and demon realms. The rift itself is unstable, frequently ravaged by chaotic spatial storms, making it impossible for ordinary cultivators to approach, much less detect its existence.

In this dark abyss shrouded in demonic energy, the ancient demon Mo Jiu hovered before the crack, his expression solemn. Beside him stood four other ancient demons, each with a powerful aura and a different form, all at the Nascent Soul stage.

Before them floated a bizarrely shaped black altar, radiating a chilling aura of malevolence. The altar was entirely forged from unknown black bones, its surface covered with dense, seemingly flowing, demonic runes. At the center of the altar sat a jet-black crystal sphere the size of a human head, its interior containing countless agonizing faces struggling and wailing—this was the core of the Soul Weapon, crafted by the Demon Vulture over a century through countless killings and conspiracies, collecting the souls of countless cultivators and demonic beasts!

"After a century of preparation, this moment has finally arrived." The Demon Dove stared intently at the spatial rift ahead, his voice hoarse and fervent. "Once this passage is opened, the army of the Holy Realm can descend upon this world!"

"Let's begin!" Demon Dove uttered a low shout.

He and the four ancient demons beside him attacked simultaneously, five streams of pure demonic energy flowing like a black torrent into the black altar.

"Buzz—!"

The altar trembled violently, and the demonic runes on its surface suddenly lit up with a blinding blood-red light! The soul artifact sphere in the center erupted with overwhelming resentment and soul power, and countless painful wails converged into a demonic sound that pierced the soul, echoing in the abyss.

As the demonic energy continued to be injected, the terrifying soul power contained in the soul weapon crystal ball was fully activated, transforming into a thick, extremely condensed black beam of light, which slammed into the faintly visible spatial rift in front of it!

"Boom—!"

The spatial rift was subjected to such a violent impact that it immediately began to twist and vibrate violently! At the edge of the rift, the originally chaotic spatial storm was forcibly suppressed and smoothed out, and the rift itself, under the power of the Soul Weapon, began to slowly and laboriously expand to both sides!

A dark, deep passage, exuding a dense demonic aura and terrifying pressure, is gradually taking shape!

"Stabilize! Continue injecting demonic energy! Stabilize the edge of the passage with soul power!" Demon Dove shouted sharply, fine beads of sweat (condensed demonic energy) already seeping from his forehead. Clearly, maintaining the opening of this passage was a great burden for him.

The four ancient demons dared not be negligent, and they exerted all their demonic energy, even burning some of their own essence, to maintain the output of the soul weapon's light pillar.

The passage stretched inch by inch, reaching into the unknown, alluring yet terrifying depths of the demon realm.

With the Demon Dove and the four ancient demons relentlessly activating their soul weapons and burning their demonic energy, the originally subtle and unstable spatial rift was forcibly stretched open and stabilized, forming a dark passage about ten feet in diameter, deep and leading to an unknown destination!

The moment the passage took shape, a pure, dense, and infinitely destructive aura of darkness surged forth from the depths of the passage like a flood bursting its banks!

This demonic energy was completely different from the spiritual energy commonly found in the human world. It was more violent and cold. Wherever it passed, the seawater instantly turned as black as ink, and the surrounding rocks and corals, under the erosion of the demonic energy, made a "hissing" sound as they were rapidly corroded and dissolved. Even space itself seemed to become slightly distorted under the impact of this demonic energy.

"Success! The passage is open!" An ancient demon roared excitedly as he looked at the surging demonic energy.

A relieved yet ambitious smile appeared on Mo Jiu's face. He could clearly sense that the other end of the passage connected to the Holy Realm (Demon Realm) that he had been longing for! This surging demonic energy was the most primal energy of the Holy Realm.

"This is just the beginning," Demon Dove said in a deep voice, his gaze fixed on the passage. "The passage is not stable enough; it can only allow a small amount of demonic energy to pass through, and it cannot support the direct descent of high-level holy race members. It must be reinforced further."

With a change of hand seals, the suspended black altar slowly flew towards the entrance of the passage, blocking it like a plug. Demonic runes flowed across its surface, continuously absorbing the demonic energy surging from the passage and converting it into energy to maintain its stability. Simultaneously, the altar also continuously released soul power, repairing the minute cracks that appeared along the edges of the passage due to spatial repulsion.

"You all stay here and guard, taking turns to infuse the altar with demonic energy to keep it running!" Demon Dove ordered his four subordinates. "I must immediately report this news to Lord Talisman and prepare to welcome the Holy Lord's divided soul!"

"Yes!" The four ancient demons responded in unison, their eyes also gleaming with fanaticism. They knew that once the Holy Realm army arrived, they would be the most meritorious, and in the future, they would possess supreme power and resources on this "pasture" of the human realm.

Deep within the Holy Symbol Palace in the Demon Realm, atop a magnificent interdimensional altar.

The altar, constructed entirely of dark purple magic crystals, stood a hundred feet tall, its surface inscribed with countless complex and profound magic runes that seemed capable of drawing upon the power of the stars. At this moment, the altar emitted a faint glow, and a vast and oppressive spatial fluctuation slowly condensed above it.

At the top of the altar, a figure floated silently. Her form was graceful, her face shrouded in a hazy demonic aura, revealing only a pair of deep, unfathomable eyes that seemed to pierce the void. The aura emanating from her, though deliberately restrained, still subtly distorted the surrounding space, as if she were the absolute center of this world. She was none other than an avatar of the Primordial Saint Lord!

This clone, formed from a wisp of the Yuan Sha Saint Lord's essence and a portion of his primordial demonic energy, is far weaker than the original, but in this lower realm, it is practically invincible. Her mission is to personally descend to the mortal world and seize the "Heavenly Void Jade Book."

Behind her, on the altar, stood a densely packed thousand ancient demon warriors, clad in black demonic armor and exuding a fierce aura! Each of these ancient demons possessed a cultivation level equivalent to the Nascent Soul stage in humans! Their eyes were cold and filled with murderous intent, like a death legion from hell, silently awaiting the order to march.

These thousand Nascent Soul Ancient Demons were the vanguard carefully selected by the Holy Lord Yuan Sha from the elite forces under the Holy Symbol Palace. They were not only incredibly powerful, but also proficient in various battle formations and killing techniques. In the human realm, where spiritual energy was relatively scarce and the number of Nascent Soul cultivators was limited, such a force was enough to unleash a monstrous wave and destroy all resistance!

"Talisman Master." The cold voice of the Yuan Sha Saint Master's avatar rang out, devoid of any emotion.

"Your subordinate is here!" Below the altar, the Talisman Master bowed respectfully, his expression filled with awe and fervor.

"How is the passage?" asked the avatar of the Primordial Saint Lord.

"Reporting to the Holy Lord, the Demon Dove has successfully opened the initial passage and is beginning to stabilize it. Although the passage can only maintain a small amount of demonic energy passing through at present, it is already able to transmit information. Your subordinate has confirmed that the preparations for the reception in the human realm are complete," the Talisman Lord hurriedly reported.

"Very good." The avatar of the Yuan Sha Saint Master nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the thousand grim-looking ancient demon warriors behind him. "The primary objective of this descent is to seize the 'Heavenly Void Jade Book.' Secondly, we must kill and capture as many high-level cultivators from the human realm as possible, collecting their souls and resources to lay the foundation for the subsequent full-scale arrival of our army."

"We humbly obey the Holy Lord's decree!" A thousand ancient demon warriors roared in unison, their voices shaking the heavens and their demonic energy soaring into the sky, even dispersing some of the demonic clouds above the altar.

"Set off."

The avatar of the Holy Lord of the Primordial Chaos said no more. She raised her jade hand and cast a profound spell towards the center of the altar.

"Buzz—!"

The entire interdimensional altar trembled violently, and the magical runes on its surface lit up one by one, bursting out with dazzling light! Above the altar, space was forcibly torn apart, and a huge, rotating spatial vortex slowly took shape. From the other end of the vortex, the familiar yet strange aura of the human realm faintly emanated.

"Walk!"

The avatar of the Primordial Saint Lord flickered and transformed into a streak of light, disappearing into the spatial vortex. Immediately afterward, the thousand Nascent Soul Ancient Demon Warriors, like a black torrent, orderly and continuously surged into the vortex and vanished.