Immortality began with the Demon Suppression Division

Just then, the aura of the demon god's corpse began to change.

He walked step by step toward the Holy Dragon Emperor, the deathly aura emanating from his body pouring into the Boundary Sea below, quickly turning this area into a ghostly mortal enemy.

The giant axe he held in his hand was a supreme treasure of the Great Dao that he had refined during his lifetime. After the erosion of time and the fall of its master, the giant axe was already broken and its power had decreased by 50%, but it was still a supreme treasure.

The demon god was shirtless, resembling a giant ten thousand feet tall, but as his chest rose and fell, a crack could be faintly seen. Through the crack, a gigantic mouth full of ferocious fangs opened and closed repeatedly, devouring countless souls and remnants, sending chills down one's spine.

His face was ferocious, his eyes were deathly gray, devoid of any vitality or spirit, and his withered yellow hair was wildly disheveled and danced like a dragon or snake.

The demon god dragged his giant axe forward, splitting the boundary sea open with each step, revealing the void and chaos.

With each step they took, they carried with them countless corpses and the lives of countless living beings.

"Holy Dragon Emperor, reveal all your trump cards!"

In the primordial world, only the Holy Dragon Emperor and the Holy Sovereign are willing to step forward.

The Holy Emperor spoke, his tone extremely heavy. The Holy Dragon Emperor also took a deep breath, facing the Demon God in front of him, feeling immense pressure.

They are the last hope of the primordial world. The battlefield must not be allowed to expand any further, otherwise even if victory is achieved, this world will cease to exist.

As the Holy Emperor finished speaking, the ancient ring on his right thumb flew out and landed on his head.

Clang!

As the divine light swirled, a small golden pagoda slowly floated out. It was about the size of a palm, entirely gilded, and had seven layers and eight sides. It was ancient and heavy, yet exquisite.

Each layer of the tower wall is engraved with ancient Taoist patterns and scenes of ancient people worshipping, with a faint golden light flowing through it, and the Great Dao seems to be pulsating within it.

This is the sacred treasure of the Holy Dynasty, a divine object used to suppress the destiny of the nation—the Primordial Infinity Tower!

As soon as the tower appeared, its rotation began to expand, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a golden giant tower exceeding ten thousand feet in height, illuminating the universe with boundless holy light and dispelling the deathly aura and evil spirits in this realm.

The golden tower swirled, transforming into a sacred domain, briefly separating the demon god's form from the primordial world.

The Holy Dragon Emperor raised his imperial sword high, and thousands of dragon shadows roared from the divine wheel behind him.

The two joined forces once more, determined to slay the demon god...

……

On Linglu Peak.

Luo Chen stood atop the mountain with his hands behind his back, gazing at the sea of ​​clouds. He had been standing there for a day and a night.

With the great calamity looming, even the Starfall Ancient Realm was not spared. Every day, disciples would take the teleportation array to leave the ancient realm and head to various battlefields.

As a righteous and powerful sect, Xingluo Ancient Realm did not choose to back down at this critical juncture, but instead displayed an unusual decisiveness in its killing.

On the sea of ​​clouds, Sun Wukong's figure rode the wind, holding the golden cudgel. His robes were tattered and stained with evil energy and filth, but his eyes were incredibly bright.

"Master, I have won three more battles today! Those evil spirits are nothing but a sledgehammer to crack!"

Sun Wukong landed beside his master and spoke with a grin.

He didn't question why his master, who was so powerful, didn't take action himself; his master must have his reasons for doing so.

Luo Chen turned to look at his third disciple, offered some encouragement, and told him to go back and rest.

"We are only in the early stages of the Great Calamity. The Primordial World still has room to struggle. The strong are all forged in battle. Go."

Luo Chen patted the monkey's head and left three golden Dao characters on the back of its head, but he did not tell his disciple.

Sun Wukong scratched his head, bowed slightly to his master, and then walked towards his cave.

After the disciple left.

Luo Chen turned his head to continue observing the world. He had already decided to take action against this calamity. Even if another calamity were to befall the world after he intervened to protect it, it was the fate of the world, and he could only protect it for a short time.

No one can predict the future. Even if someone could see far into the future, they couldn't guarantee that no unforeseen events would occur during those endless years that could change the course of history.

Looking at the ancient realms constantly falling into the sea of ​​boundaries, Luo Chen felt a pang of pity.

He remained unmoved by the deaths of cultivators and powerful demons in the cultivation world.

Since these people are in the cultivation world, they were prepared to perish the moment they stepped onto the path of cultivation. They just didn't have the right opportunity or the right fortune to cross the Great Dao.

Even in the destroyed ancient world, the vast majority of people still make up the majority.

Those mortals without cultivation are the pitiful ones who suffer undeserved calamities.

The instant he saw the demon god's corpse descend upon the Boundary Sea, hundreds of ancient realms instantly turned to dust, and the vast sea of ​​living souls converged into a river, which was then swallowed by the demon's gaping maw.

This scene happens every moment.

This is the future that Luo Chen saw hundreds of years ago. If he hadn't appeared, the Primordial World would have been destroyed at the beginning of the Great Calamity.

"Is this the Heavenly Dao, the cycle of reincarnation in your eyes?"

Luo Chen looked up at the sky and said something in a low voice.

boom!

at the same time.

From within the swirling vortex of the heavens, the figure of the white-browed old man slowly emerged.

He bowed respectfully toward Samsara.

Immediately afterwards, Daoist Jixuan stood with his hands behind his back, his figure slowly floating out of Samsara, his tattered robes billowing in the wind, revealing his broken and mangled body beneath.

The two stood above the vortex of reincarnation, watching the battle in the primordial world below.

The cultivators from the Holy Dynasty and the Dragon Court, who were engaged in fierce battles on all sides of the main battlefield, gradually lost hope and their morale greatly diminished.

Just a day ago, the primordial world was full of life, but overnight, it seemed to have fallen into the deepest hell, with only endless evil and death energy remaining in the world.

"Is the destiny of the primordial world about to perish...?"

An old cultivator roared, but his figure was instantly devoured and consumed by the swarming evil spirits.

"The will of Heaven cannot be resisted!"

As the Daoist Master Jixuan watched this scene, a cruel smile appeared on his lips.

Immediately, his gaze swept across the area, finally settling on the Holy Domain of the Holy Dynasty, and he asked softly.

"That forbidden technique was searched for in the ancient times, but nothing was found. It is likely that it was kept in the outer universe. Now that the Holy Dynasty's power is far less than in the ancient times, it should exist in the Holy Domain."

"That's right, Daoist Master is wise!" The white-browed old man behind him bowed obsequiously.

"Wait for me, I'll be right back!"

With a single command, Dao Master Jixuan vanished into the sky, heading towards the Holy Domain.

Although his cultivation level had fallen to the peak of the Hunyuan Daluo realm, his Daoist techniques and supernatural powers still surpassed the ninth level of the Great Dao, making it easy for him to infiltrate the Holy Dynasty silently.

After several dozen breaths.

The imposing figure of the Daoist Master Jixuan appeared beneath the ancient tree of enlightenment in the Holy Dynasty.

Looking at the mirror, he took a deep breath, his expression one of rapture.

"With such a rich aura and Daoist charm here, it must be an excellent place to hide forbidden techniques."

If the Holy Dynasty wants to hide this forbidden technique under the Heavenly Dao, it must use its vast fortune and causal supernatural powers to conceal it.

Therefore, it cannot be carried on your person and must be sealed in a place.

Of course, if the Holy Dynasty had a powerhouse who surpassed the ninth level of the Great Dao, they could use their own power of cause and effect to cover it up.

Master Jixuan stepped forward and approached the Enlightenment Tree, about to reach out and touch it.

A soft sigh came from behind.

"Sigh, maybe be more careful in your next life."

In an instant, Daoist Master Jixuan turned around abruptly, his eyes filled with deep shock.