Immortality began with the Demon Suppression Division

On the city of Demon Abyss, the ancient Dark Emperor, clad in a black robe, stood with his hands behind his back.

"The primordial universe's destiny has run its course. If you wish to protect it single-handedly, the Heavenly Dao will not tolerate you in the future!"

The voice of the Dark Ancient Emperor echoed from afar, reaching the ears of all living beings in the primordial world.

All living beings who knew anything about the catastrophe wore expressions of despair, but when they heard this powerful figure say that there were still people who wanted to protect the world, a glimmer of hope ignited in the hearts of some of them.

Before the corpse of the demon god, the white-browed old man's gaze was deep as he watched the Demon Abyss City descend, his heart sinking.

The Daoist Master Jixuan died unexpectedly; he alone could not stop this clone of the Ancient Emperor.

If the ancient emperor were to eventually obtain that forbidden cultivation technique, the difficulty for them to find it again in the future would be hundreds or even thousands of times greater than it is now!

"No!" The white-browed old man gritted his teeth, and his figure disappeared into the vortex of reincarnation.

His departure did not cause much of a stir, as most of the powerful figures were drawn to the Demon Abyss City that had come from the universe.

As Demon Abyss City drew ever closer to the Primordial World, the many powerful beings standing outside the heavens finally got a clear look at this incredibly vast city.

Countless dark creatures stood in the Demon Abyss City, their bloodshot eyes fixed on the vibrant world before them, their killing intent already stirring.

"The Holy Dynasty's Heavenly Emperor? The Lord of the Samsara Palace? And that Dao-Intercepting Immortal who has one foot in the ranks of immortals? Or some other powerful figure I don't know about? Do you really intend to defy the heavens?"

As Demon Abyss City docked outside the Primordial World.

The voice of the Dark Ancient Emperor rang out once more, loud and clear, enveloping the heavens and earth and reaching the ears of countless living beings.

In the chaotic sea, on the immortal mountain dojo, where immortal music once filled the air, today there was not a single person.

Only the Daoist Immortal remained, sitting cross-legged on the platform with his eyes slightly closed. The commotion outside the sky also caught his attention, and he narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked towards the sky.

After a long while, the Immortal Jie Dao sighed softly, and the immortal mountain dojo beneath him emitted boundless immortal light. To the astonishment of the many immortal officials and generals, the immortal mountain dojo carried them towards the outer heavens.

Ultimately, the immortal mountain temple disappeared into the depths of space.

The Dark Emperor, standing atop Demon Abyss City, never made a move to stop them.

The Dao-Intercepting Immortal was not his target, and since this person was willing to back down, there was no need to make an enemy of him.

Even the Intercepting Immortal, who was about to enter the ranks of the Heavenly Immortals and Gods, was unwilling to be enemies with the Dark Ancient Emperor, the creator of the Dark Realm, because he had traveled through the Dark Realm and was extremely wary of this powerful figure.

Jie Dao Xian, a genuine Grand Luo Immortal at the peak of the Hunyuan realm, was actually frightened into fleeing in panic by a single sentence from the newcomer!

This scene shocked the many powerful figures standing outside the heavens even more than the eighty-odd demon god corpses before them.

Beyond the heavens, the eighty demon god corpses, no longer hindered by the great formation, began to fall towards the primordial world.

Rumble!

The corpses of demon gods shattered the heavens and earth, descending upon the ruins of ancient realms and turning vast stretches of boundary seas into dark and desolate ghost realms.

The terrifying pressure caused the Holy Emperor and Holy Dragon Emperor from beyond the heavens, including Zhang Ling, to fall into the air above the Boundary Sea, their bodies swaying and barely able to stand.

The world began to collapse, and even the Great Dao Rules that formed the primordial universe became unstable.

The boundary sea was in complete chaos, beyond any means to stop, and there was no extra power to do so.

Faced with such an apocalyptic scene, everyone fell into despair and waited to die on the spot. Some people began to blame the Lord of the Samsara Palace, the Heavenly Emperor of the Holy Dynasty, and even the great cultivators who desperately protected them.

This is human nature; it has always been this way and is difficult to change.

The Milky Way trembled and collapsed, and the edge of Dan Ding Island was falling every moment.

Jiang Yingxue, standing before Luo Chen, finished her final stroke, and a second painting appeared on the canvas—also a lifelike corpse of a demon god.

Jiang Yingxue gritted her teeth and struggled to complete the painting. Forgetting all her reflections, she looked at her expressionless master beside her and cautiously asked, "Master, will heaven and earth really be destroyed?"

Luo Chen picked up the new painting, glanced at it, smiled, returned it to the other person, turned and headed towards the mountaintop, leaving behind only a calm statement: "No."

"Master..." Behind her, Jiang Yingxue held the painting, opened her mouth, and waited until her master's figure disappeared before sitting down on the ground in a slump.

The primordial universe lost all its defenses and began to collapse.

The corpses of eighty demon gods ravaged the world, causing the fortunes of various sects to collapse, the ancient realm to crumble, and everything to head towards destruction.

Beneath the countless waves of the Boundary Sea lies an undeniable aura of evil spirits and death, which is gradually eroding the heavens and earth. Mortal spirits, after death, have no chance of reincarnation; they either transform into evil spirits or are devoured by them.

At this moment, life is as fragile as an ant.

Zhang Ling's body was pressed down by the aura of the Dark Ancient Emperor onto a desolate continent in the Boundary Sea. Looking at the demon god ravaging the heavens and earth, he almost ground his teeth to powder, his eyes wide with rage, but he could not move.

The Holy Emperor and the Holy Dragon Emperor joined forces to fight against the corpse of a demon god, but were suppressed and forced to retreat step by step. Their bodies smashed through ancient realms one after another. Standing on the ruins, they looked at the tall and majestic corpse of the demon god.

"..."

Despair and fear filled the world; all resistance was futile, and countless people collapsed.

The Holy Emperor slowly rose from the ruins of an ancient realm, his golden robe stained with blood, looking utterly disheveled. Through the entrance to the ancient realm, he looked at the enormous demon god striding toward him, his heart filled with sorrow.

The incomparably glorious primordial world was now devoid of any powerful beings capable of resisting it.

Not to mention the powerful dark beings in the universe, they couldn't even handle these eighty demon gods.

"Defying the will of Heaven? Are you someone who follows the will of Heaven? You are all just using the name of following the will of Heaven to seek your own interests. Why bother with the secrecy?"

"What's laughable are the immortals and gods! These corpses were once your fellow cultivators, slumbering through endless cycles of reincarnation. Who would have thought you'd dig them up one day? Utterly ridiculous!"

A calm voice suddenly resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

At this moment, all living beings in the world felt a sense of relief.

Those evil spirits that had wreaked havoc across the land were frozen in place, like powerless puppets, motionless.

All evil spirits and death energy in the world began to dissipate, and the world was purified, allowing only the beings of the primordial universe to move freely.

The corpses of the demon gods stood motionless, like towering mountains on the boundary sea.

In the Starfall Ancient Realm, countless disciples turned their gazes toward Pill Cauldron Island, their eyes filled with anticipation.

They recognized the voice as belonging to someone else.

It was the voice of the Lord of the Samsara Palace!

Sun Wukong and Ye Qi, who were fighting against numerous evil spirits on the Milky Way, turned their heads at the same time, their hearts filled with deep admiration.

Is Master about to make a move?

The Great Luo Sword Saint at the foot of Linglu Peak suddenly looked up at the mountaintop, his eyes flashing with complex emotions, including tension and anticipation.

Luo Chen is really going to challenge the Dark Ancient Emperor!

Such an epic battle is rarely seen throughout history!

The entire world suddenly fell silent!