Dual Transmigration: Cultivating Immortality in the Primordial World, Taking on the Desolate Heavenl

Absolute stillness.

Absolute fear.

Above the ruins of the vast wilderness, time seemed to have been detached from this world.

The three dignified Void Dao Realm sect leaders, who once commanded the winds and rains of the Upper Realm and whose anger could cause rivers of blood to flow, now resembled three pitiful worms tightly sealed in amber.

"No! This is impossible!"

The gaunt-faced cult leader in the center let out an extremely hysterical roar.

He sensed it.

That wasn't murderous intent; it was a death sentence, a dimensional reduction, delivered by a higher-dimensional universe to a lower-dimensional life form!

He frantically squeezed every drop of his primordial essence from his body, no longer caring about the backlash from the laws of the lower realm.

"Burn my essence and blood! Protect me with the Void Dao!"

He forcefully summoned a tattered ancient shield, emanating a hazy immortal aura, from his sea of ​​consciousness. This was the oldest treasure of his sect, even imbued with a trace of the essence of a remnant immortal.

The other two leaders have also gone completely insane.

One person tore through the void around him with his bare hands, attempting to slip through the portal and escape back to the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.

The other person recklessly burned their divine soul, summoning countless ancient Dao patterns to create ten thousand layers of indestructible divine power barriers around themselves!

The desperate struggle of the three giants was so powerful that it stirred up the void within a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles into a boiling pot of chaos.

But in the face of that strange flying knife with wings and facial features...

All this resistance seems both ridiculous and tragic.

The flying dagger with small wings hovered in mid-air.

Its narrow eyes coldly watched the three people struggle, as if they were three fish jumping wildly on a chopping board.

Just now.

A languid voice, seemingly separated by endless years and transcending countless dimensions.

Extremely clear and extremely eerie, it drifted directly from inside the illusory image of the purple and white gourd throughout the entire desolate wilderness.

The voice was not loud, and it did not contain any deliberately disguised divine pressure.

But to everyone's ears, it was more terrifying than the collapse of the three thousand divine realms.

"Please turn around, baby."

Five words that came from cross-industry collaboration.

The greatest sound is silent, the greatest truth is formless.

In the next Planck time after these five syllables fall.

The winged throwing knife in mid-air obediently spun around in place.

360 degrees.

A perfectly round surface.

What followed was a blinding white light that even the broken Heavenly Dao of the Perfect World could not analyze or distinguish!

There were no earth-shattering energy waves.

There was no apocalyptic roar of space shattering.

The white light ignored physical distance and the obstruction of spatial faults.

It cut into the ancient shield, imbued with the essence of a remnant immortal, with an extremely smooth and unreasonable motion.

The ancient shield didn't release even a ray of light, because the white light didn't hit its physical form at all, but instead penetrated its defense mechanism directly through the "concept of cause and effect".

The white light pierced through countless layers of ancient divine power barriers.

They passed through the spatial escape passage that had been forcibly torn open, leading to the upper realm.

"Pfft. Pfft. Pfft."

Three muffled thuds, extremely dull and faint, like a sharp blade slicing through a ripe watermelon.

They stretched out in the silent wilderness.

The ten thousand layers of divine power barrier vanished instantly.

The luster of that tattered ancient shield completely died out, and it fell to the ground like a piece of stubborn iron.

The spatial passage leading to the upper realm collapsed directly.

The withered cult leader in the center.

The Divine Pattern Cult Leader on the left.

The giant on the right side is halfway to escape.

The bodies of the three ancient giants were frozen in mid-air in an extremely bizarre manner.

The extremely frantic and distorted expressions of struggle on their faces hadn't even fully settled yet.

An extremely thin and perfectly regular line of blood appeared neatly on the necks of the three of them.

A gentle breeze was blowing.

"Rolling around—"

Three enormous, handsome heads of the cult leader, their eyes frozen in extreme horror and bewilderment before death.

It slid down their necks with remarkable smoothness!

The blood was no longer suppressed.

Like three fountains of blood shooting straight into the sky, they gushed out from the cavities of the three headless corpses!

Not just the physical body.

The primordial spirits of the Void Dao Realm, hidden deep within the brows and stern platforms of their heads, were attempting to abandon their physical bodies and flee in a frenzy.

The moment the flying knife turned around, it was cleanly sliced ​​into two nothingnesses by that white light, along with its cause and effect!

The body is beheaded, and the soul is annihilated!

True death and the annihilation of the Tao!

"Splash—"

The blood of the cult leader filled the sky, turning into a bloody storm that completely dyed the sky, spanning tens of thousands of miles, a shocking and tragic crimson.

In the farthest reaches of the Great Wilderness.

Those upper-world spies who, relying on secret methods, hid millions of miles away, believing themselves to be safe.

At this moment.

They've all gone mad.

Someone frantically banged their head against the bluestone in front of them until their brains spilled out.

Someone stared intently at the gourd-shaped phantom in the sky, letting out a mournful, eerie laugh like that of a night owl.

That's the cult leader!

That was an ancient giant whose true form had descended to the mortal realm and stood atop the pyramid of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths!

Three! A whole three!

They hadn't even finished their act of resistance.

Only one sentence, four words, came out of that old, broken gourd, which then spun around in an extremely eerie way.

The heads of the three giants were all moved for no reason!

This kind of death exceeded all the limits of the Perfect World cultivation system's understanding of the word "combat"! It was equivalent to throwing their values ​​into a millstone and crushing them into dust.

And directly below this apocalyptic blood rain.

In the bloody mud of Shicun.

With both arms shattered and not a single part of his body unscathed, Xiao Shihao collapsed onto a thick pool of blood, utterly disheveled.

He did not faint.

He was breathing heavily, and the cracked, dark yellow divine bone in his chest was throbbing slowly.

The scalding blood of the cult leader splattered onto his face, which was covered in mud and small wounds.

Shi Hao raised his extremely heavy head.

He watched as the three headless corpses, like tattered sacks, slowly plummeted from the sky.

Looking at that strange flying knife that was gulping down the blood-red aura filling the sky.

The two-and-a-half-year-old child opened his mouth, which was covered in blood.

He revealed a mouthful of tiny, broken teeth stained with blood.

He laughed wildly and arrogantly, looking up at the sky.

"hey-hey……"

"That's fucking satisfying."

Above the sky.

After severing three heads, the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife did not dissipate into a stream of light.

Its little wings flapped twice with great excitement.

His narrow eyes gleamed with a gluttonous light.

The flying knife suddenly extended a pale white blade of light in mid-air, and with extreme ferocity, it tugged at the three headless corpses of the cult leader below, which were about to fall.

"boom!"

An overwhelming and violent suction force suddenly erupted from the opening of the gourd phantom.

Those are the physical bodies of three ancient giants at the Void Dao Realm!

It contains the purest primordial essence and indestructible matter from the upper realm!

Three enormous headless corpses, along with three heads that stared wide-eyed in death.

Not even a single drop of his essence was wasted.

It was directly swirled into a blood-red vortex by this terrifying suction force and forcibly sucked into the upside-down purple and white gourd!

Followed by.

The gourd's illusory image emitted a satisfied soft chirp.

It transformed into a streak of light that spanned dimensions, tearing through space with overwhelming force, following the passage.

This is an extremely generous gift.

A complete cross-industry collaboration has given back to the primordial world!

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