Fists that can subdue mountains and rivers, martial arts that can lead to immortality!

No sooner said than done.

Just as the destructive golden light emitted by the golden vertical pupils was about to strike Jiang Wangzu, a white lightning bolt flashed by, carrying him away from the sea of ​​lightning.

The onlookers were stunned by the scene.

A giant eyeball suddenly appeared in the sky; that's terrifying!

Even more frightening was Jiang Wangzu; they saw him suddenly disappear.

Was it destroyed by the big-eyed monster, or did it simply run away?

Zhongtian Martial Domain, Xiaoyao Sect.

On the main peak.

As the carefree patriarch gazed towards the direction of Brocade Mountain, when he saw the golden vertical eye appear in the sky, he couldn't help but restrain his aura, a hint of fear appearing in his eyes:

"So He's always been there!"

Zixiao Palace, East Sea Domain.

A thin old man dressed in a purple Taoist robe sat cross-legged on a futon, meditating. The moment the golden vertical eye appeared, he seemed to sense it and opened his eyes.

He got up and walked out of the room, his pupils shrinking as he looked in the direction of Zhongtian Martial Domain.

"After countless years of silence, I thought he was just a legend."

"I can't believe it's true!"

"He really came back!"

"I wonder if he's fully recovered, or just temporarily awakened by that young friend's provocation!"

"Whichever it is, it's definitely not a good thing for the beings of the Earthly Immortal Realm!"

Daoist Zixiao muttered to himself.

Southern Xinjiang legal territory.

Heavenly Silkworm Palace.

When the golden vertical eye appeared, the Heavenly Silkworm Ancestor, who had been sleeping in the coffin, suddenly awoke:

"Disaster!"

"What a disaster!"

"The ancient records are true, but how could He possibly exist?"

"Someone come here!"

"Help! Someone come quick!"

"Bury me, your ancestor, immediately."

"Don't make a big fuss about it; bury me quietly in the back hill, and make sure you bury me deep!"

Upon hearing this, the disciples of the Heavenly Silkworm Palace exchanged bewildered glances, wondering what had gotten into their ancestor this time.

However, they still complied, since in the Heavenly Silkworm Palace, the patriarch was of paramount importance.

Western Desert Buddhist Realm, Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple.

Inside the grand temple, a group of monks sat cross-legged, chanting incantations that resounded throughout the surrounding area.

The abbot of Wanfo Temple, Buddha Shakyamuni, who was sitting cross-legged at the head of the table, suddenly stopped chanting sutras, and all the monks opened their eyes and looked at him.

"That concludes today's morning classes. Everyone, you may now leave!"

With a solemn and dignified appearance, Buddha Shakyamuni, seated cross-legged on a golden lotus cushion, spoke in a clear voice.

The monks all left the main hall.

Buddha Shakyamuni gently waved his sleeve, and an east-facing window in the Mahavira Hall opened. A faint golden light shone in Buddha Shakyamuni's eyes as he gazed in the direction of the Central Heaven Martial Domain.

"Amitabha!"

Buddha Shakyamuni slowly closed his eyes, silently recited a Buddhist mantra, and said nothing more.

However, he crushed the Vajra prayer beads in his hand to pieces, which shows that his mind was not at peace.

In the northern wilderness, the Alliance of Ten Thousand Demons.

The demon lord, dressed in a red robe, was charming and graceful, with a tall and masculine man in his thirties beside her.

If Jiang Wangzu were here, he would definitely recognize that this man is Wu Chongxiao!

The Demon Lord leaned against the throne forged from the bones of ten thousand demons, occasionally exchanging a few words with Wu Chongxiao.

Of course, she did most of the talking, while Wu Chongxiao just listened with a straight face.

Suddenly, the Demon Lord stopped talking, first sitting up straight, then standing up and looking towards the Southern Central Heaven Martial Domain:

"That's impossible!"

"How can there be such a peculiar aura in this world?"

"Could it be Him?"

"But wasn't He dead?"

"Could it be that the Sixth Patriarch and the others didn't kill Him back then, but instead put Him into a deep sleep?"

"My demon ancestor also intervened back then, will we be punished this time?"

"Disaster! Disaster!"

As she spoke, she glanced at Wu Chongxiao beside her, smiled, and walked over to him, nestling against his chest. Wu Chongxiao immediately tensed up.

"Wu Lang, what should we do?"

"They might be dying."

"Give in to me before you die!"

"Are you really willing to let me die with my eyes wide open in disbelief?"

The Demon Lord gazed at Wu Chongxiao with deep affection, his appearance truly pitiful to behold.

Only Wu Chongxiao knew that this demon lord was mentally unstable and was a crazy beauty.

"Demon Lord, please have some self-respect!"

"Please, Demon Lord, let me leave. My brother Jiang Wangzu has established a Martial Alliance in the Central Heaven Martial Domain; he needs me!"

Wu Chongxiao said solemnly.

"He's here, most likely for your brother. I think he's probably in big trouble this time."

"You also come from a land of abandonment, the descendant of sinners. With you by my side, I can still offer you some protection."

"If I really go to the Central Heaven Martial Domain, I'm afraid I'll end up like your brother."

"Isn't it good to be in the Demon Alliance?"

"You have resources if you want them, and I have women if you want them. You just need to focus on your cultivation. With your talent, it's only a matter of time before you reach the pinnacle of martial arts and even become a new demigod."

The Demon Lord winked at Wu Chongxiao and spoke.

"Who is He?"

"Now that my brother Jiang Wangzu has cultivated to the level of a demigod, even the demigod-level Patriarch of the Xiaoyao Sect is chasing after him. Who in the entire Earthly Immortal Realm can kill him?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Chongxiao was taken aback at first, then automatically filtered out the nonsense the Demon Lord had said and went straight to the core of the problem.

"Who is He?"

"Actually, I want to know too."

"As for that carefree old man, he's not even worthy to carry his shoes."

"He's just a fast runner. If we were to fight head-on, I'd beat him so badly his own mother wouldn't recognize him!"

The Demon Lord spoke with great arrogance.

Wu Chongxiao still didn't get any useful information from the Demon Lord.

However, he knew that with his current cultivation level, even if he went to the Central Heaven Martial Domain, he wouldn't be able to help Jiang Wangzu in any way.

So he chose to follow his heart, wrapped his arms around the demon lord's slender waist, and said in a deep voice:

"Give me martial arts resources, I want to go into seclusion and cultivate!"

"good!"

"Yes, my love!"

The Demon Lord felt Wu Chongxiao's strong and powerful arms, and his eyes curved into crescent shapes.

Wu Chongxiao has truly mastered the art of exploiting a woman's resources.

If Jiang Wangzu were here, he would be greatly shocked!

"My great-grandmother has ruined me!"

Feeling the warmth in his arms, Wu Chongxiao said with great distress.

Jiang Wangzu: "???"

The northern plains, a foreign land, the ancestral home of a foreign race.

The alien god was teaching his people to cultivate divine arts, and at the moment when the golden vertical pupils of the Heavenly Martial Domain opened, the god sensed something.

The alien races are actually native to the Immortal Realm, and their appearance is almost identical to that of humans.

Some people still retain some animal features, such as a fox tail, rabbit ears, and some are even human-bodied with animal faces.

In addition, their hair and pupils are multicolored, making them almost instantly recognizable as different from humans.

The deity was tall, nearly ten feet in height, with bulging muscles all over his body, exuding explosive power. His hair was golden, and his pupils were also golden.

Apart from his height, hair color, and pupils, he looked no different from a human and appeared to be fairly normal.

"Chieftain, what's wrong?"

A young boy from another race noticed that the deity had suddenly lost focus and couldn't help but ask him a question.

"It's alright."

"That's all for today. You can practice your divine spells on your own. If there's anything you don't understand, tell me tomorrow!"

The deity's thoughts were pulled back, and he smiled at the younger generation of the clan.

Then he turned and left.

A group of people were left looking at each other in bewilderment.