Immortality began with the Demon Suppression Division

In the center of the City of Creation.

Luo Beiming, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the core stone tablet, was shaken to his core, and a drop of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

He could feel that as that old and majestic voice rang out, the power of Creation City was receding, as if it were in fear.

It's quite normal for a treasure like the City of Creation to possess sentience.

Luo Beiming could not imagine that the magnificent and towering Creation City in his eyes was actually frightened by a single word from the newcomer.

He couldn't comprehend that power; even if it wasn't directed at him, its vastness was still difficult to describe.

Outside the City of Creation, Yun Zhiyi gracefully landed in the city, sat cross-legged behind Luo Beiming, placed her hands on his back, and spoke with a hint of anxiety.

"Stay calm, this is your last chance."

"I understand." Luo Beiming's mind was somewhat dazed until this familiar voice filled with anxiety resounded in his mind, which brought him back to his senses for a brief moment.

Yes, Yun Zhiyi hasn't given up, so why should I?

Luo Beiming roared inwardly, and the Kunpeng ancestral script between his brows shone with boundless brilliance.

Gradually, the ancestral script of Kunpeng appeared and disappeared, replaced by a mysterious ring.

The reincarnation mark that Luo Chen left in his true spirit.

Gu Haoxuan stood on the city wall, head bowed, kneeling on one knee towards the sky, without uttering a word.

Tapping.

An old Taoist priest, dressed in a gray robe and exuding an air of otherworldly wisdom, stepped out of the spatial rift and stood on a cloud.

Ancestor Qingyun stood with his hands behind his back on the cloud, looking at the flickering core of Creation City with a calm expression, seemingly lost in thought.

After observing for a moment, Ancestor Qingyun shook his head slightly and raised his right hand.

Rumble!

The four sides of Creation City seemed to be held in the palm of an invisible giant, and the space shattered instantly like a mirror.

Gu Haoxuan, standing on the city wall, changed his expression drastically. The entire Creation City was moving, being lifted up by a terrifying giant hand.

In an instant, the world collapsed and the heavens and earth split apart. Creation City was the pillar of this world. Without the support of Creation City, the entire space began to collapse.

Rolling chaotic divine lightning rapidly destroyed everything, and countless blood-red lightning bolts intertwined to form a sea of ​​lightning.

Luo Beiming, who was sitting cross-legged in the center of the city, swayed, spat out blood, and withdrew his divine sense from the core of the Creation City.

He and Yun Zhiyi were instantly sent flying by the aftershock.

Amidst the ruins, Luo Beiming struggled to his feet, shielding the woman in his arms with his hands, and looked up at the sky.

"Boy, even without my interference, you won't be able to make Creation City recognize you as its master."

Ancestor Qingyun spoke calmly, as if stating a fact.

Looking at the magnificent city that was slowly rising.

Ancestor Qingyun stretched out a finger and pointed at the young man's figure in the ruins.

A dazzling golden light surged forth from the heavens and earth, instantly piercing through the restrictions of Creation City, its target being Luo Beiming.

"No, Ancestor!" Yun Zhiyi's eyes were filled with determination as she stood in front of him.

Upon seeing this, a rare hint of anger appeared in the usually calm eyes of Ancestor Qingyun.

"Stubborn and obstinate."

"Even if you might one day come to control a family treasure, I, your ancestor, will not spare you today!"

Having lived for eight hundred thousand years, he had seen all sorts of family prodigies and geniuses.

Don't say that Yun Zhiyi hasn't taken control of that supreme treasure yet.

Even if Yun Zhiyi succeeds in getting the treasure to recognize its master in the future, she will not be qualified to stand against him.

Rather than continuing to nurture someone whose heart is not in the family, it is better to kill him today.

Upon realizing this, Ancestor Qingyun instantly harbored murderous intent, and a colossal illusory image of a Dharma body tens of thousands of feet tall condensed in the vast sea of ​​clouds behind him.

This Dharma image is magnificent and awe-inspiring, composed entirely of azure clouds, and with every movement, the laws of heaven and earth flow through its palm.

The Dharma form supports this small world, standing tall amidst chaos.

He made the heavens and earth seem small in comparison.

Below, in the ruins.

A jade pendant appeared on Yun Zhiyi's chest, blocking the divine light that had just struck her.

Luo Beiming roared and reached out to stop the woman in front of him, but the shockwave in front of him sent them flying thousands of meters again, smashing through countless houses.

Dust flew everywhere.

Luo Beiming helped Yun Zhiyi up and looked up at the towering Dharma image in the sky. He couldn't help but feel his mouth go dry. That supreme power that controlled everything made him feel so insignificant.

He had never felt such pressure before.

On the city wall, Gu Haoxuan clenched his fists, a struggle flashing in his eyes, as he looked at the two people supporting each other in the ruins.

Unfortunately, this time it was the Qingyun Patriarch who couldn't tolerate any dissent.

The Qingyun Ancestor was the most domineering, and all his actions were for the sake of the family. He would eliminate any slight change in the situation.

As the controller of the family's future treasure, Yun Zhiyi's actions are now seen by the Qingyun Ancestor as a betrayal of the family, an attempt to eliminate a variable.

Gu Haoxuan was merely a True Saint of the Limitless Realm, and the difficulty of rescuing people from Ancestor Qingyun was comparable to ascending to heaven.

Ancestor Qingyun is a genuine immortal being.

In the ruins of Creation City.

Luo Beiming turned his head slightly, his face stained with blood, and said weakly, "Go back, don't worry about me."

He had already sensed the other party's murderous intent.

If Yun Zhiyi continues to protect him, she might really die.

This is something he cannot accept.

"Ancestor, Zhiyi is willing to give up the opportunity to inherit the family's most precious treasure, and is willing to give up everything in the family, just please let him go this once."

Yun Zhiyi knelt down with a thud, her voice filled with pleading.

Luo Beiming suddenly raised his head, staring intently at the figure, the Samsara Seal between his brows flickering uncertainly.

"Hmph!" Ancestor Qingyun snorted coldly, and his magnificent Dharma form raised his hand and pressed down on the town of Creation.

……

Linglu Peak.

Luo Chen suddenly turned around, his pupils reflecting the city beneath the blood-red sky.

Grayish-white demonic energy began to emerge around him, his face was covered by the phantom of the evil dragon, and his aura instantly became gloomy and sinister.

Above the City of Creation, the colossal hand that blotted out the sky suddenly stopped as it descended.

A figure shrouded in gray-white demonic energy stood silently in the center of the world, the giant palm above his head with no possibility of advancing any further.

"Who is it?"

Ancestor Qingyun was furious, his eyes flashing with an uncertain light.

He carefully observed the suddenly appearing demonic figure, his tone tinged with probing.

"Who are you, sir?"

"This is a family matter of the Longting Yun family, and I hope you will not interfere."

Ancestor Qingyun could not sense the strength or realm of the newcomer, causing his heart to sink to the bottom instantly.

They immediately invoked the name of the Dragon Court.

"Heh, to lay a hand on two juniors, this old man has quite the thick skin."

Luo Chen's voice was gloomy and hoarse, carrying an undisguised sarcasm.

This scene stunned Luo Beiming and Yun Zhiyi below.

Looking at the demonic figure that stood proudly in the center of heaven and earth, Luo Beiming felt a sense of familiarity.

But I can't quite put my finger on it.

"The Longting Yun family?"

"I'll give you three breaths. If you don't leave, don't blame me for disrespecting the Dragon Court."

Luo Chen stood with his hands behind his back, the phantom of the evil dragon on his face appearing even more ferocious and sinister, his voice icy, plunging this world into a killing intent.