Tang Dynasty Demon Suppression Division

No one knows where the demons came from. They wreak havoc on the continent, slaughtering living beings at will, and the people of the continent rise up in resistance.

Human cultivators and powerful demons joined forces to wage countless fierce wars against the demon race over a long period of time.

A thousand years of chaos, mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the land shattered.

Li Yuan witnessed countless cultivators perish, powerful demons detonating their demon cores to perish together with the demons, and the entire city turning to ashes overnight.

In the final battle, the strongest warriors of the human and demon races joined forces to fight a fierce battle against the demon army. This battle was earth-shattering, leaving mountains and rivers shattered and all living beings wiped out.

Later, almost all the powerful humans and demons perished, and the demons also perished together, their blood watering the land.

At the last moment, an elderly human god with white hair sacrificed his life to set up a seal, stripping the war-torn continent from the world and sealing it deep into the void.

He stood in the center of the seal, watching the ground beneath him crumble and sink inch by inch, and slowly closed his eyes. Beside him stood a demon woman, covered in blood, yet standing ramrod straight, until the seal was completely closed, at which point she finally collapsed.

Tens of thousands of years have passed, and this dead continent remains hidden alone in the void. The power of the seal has not dissipated; instead, it has formed a strange fusion with the dead land.

Dead vitality, shattered laws, lingering fighting spirit, and the obsessions of countless dead souls...

These things, which should have dissipated into nothingness, could not leave the enclosed space and gradually coalesced into a new force.

It is neither alive nor dead; it is like a forgotten memory, frozen in the heart of the continent.

Li Yuan felt this newfound power, unsure how to describe it. Suddenly, two words surfaced in his mind, then vanished.

He opened his eyes, and the desert was still the desert, but this time, he no longer felt lost.

He closed his eyes again and began trying to draw upon that power. The power of annihilation was extremely violent, like a wild horse. Every contact caused his meridians to tremble violently, as if it would tear his body apart.

Li Yuan tried to absorb and transform the energy using the Myriad Realms Palace, but failed. It seems he can only integrate it little by little on his own.

He gritted his teeth, using the power of time in the star field as an anchor, and slowly channeled the annihilation into his meridians, merging it with his own spiritual power.

The process was incredibly long; Li Yuan felt like he was walking in a storm, each step precarious, but he never stopped.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but when he opened his eyes again, every grain of sand in the desert was clearly discernible to him.

His consciousness was no longer suppressed, and spread in all directions like a tide, covering the entire desert and reaching the edge of this space.

The spiritual energy within his body was like a boiling river, surging endlessly, vast and profound.

Forget the peak of the situation.

He made a breakthrough.

In the Tang Dynasty, as far as he knew, no one had yet been able to break through the peak of the Forgetfulness Realm, and he didn't even know what the realm beyond the peak of the Forgetfulness Realm was called.

Since the ascension was discontinued, related records have mysteriously disappeared.

Now, standing at the peak of the realm of forgetting worldly desires, he vaguely senses the barrier to the next realm. He has a premonition that he still has a long way to go before he can ascend.

He stood up and took a step forward.

The desert beneath his feet shrank to a point in an instant, and his figure appeared a thousand miles away.

Another step, another thousand miles.

The desert beneath his feet was like folded paper; each step covered an immense distance. Half an hour later, he stopped before a void.

There is a seal there.

A massive, unimaginably large curtain of light, like the boundary of the world, stretched across the edge of the desert.

The surface of the light screen was covered with dense runes, ancient and solemn, carrying a sacred aura that transcended all things.

However, the light barrier was already damaged, with several cracks extending upwards from the bottom, like a dried-up and cracked riverbed. The runes on the edges of the cracks were dim and lifeless, and some had even broken off, revealing the pitch-black void behind them.

This is the seal of the gods.

Li Yuan stood in front of the light screen, looking up to feel that ancient and vast power.

This is the end of the great war, where the entire continent was sealed in the void by the divine seal.

He stretched out his hand, and the spiritual energy in his palm condensed into a slender blade of light, tentatively probing towards a crack.

The moment the light blade touched the edge of the crack, an irresistible force surged back like a flood, sending him flying.

Li Yuan crashed heavily onto the sand a hundred feet away, his chest aching terribly, a sweet taste rising in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, which splattered onto the grayish-yellow sand, looking particularly glaring.

He tried to stand up, supporting himself on his arms. The sharp pain in his chest made his body tremble slightly. He looked down at his palm and saw a charred burn mark on his palm, as if it had been branded with a hot iron, still emitting a faint wisp of smoke.

The power of the divine seal is too vast; even though it is broken, it is still beyond his current ability to shake.

He slowly sat back down on the sand and began to regulate his breathing and heal his wounds. Fresh blood slid from the corner of his mouth and dripped onto the sand, where it was quickly absorbed by the dry sand grains.

He closed his eyes, channeling the power of annihilation into his meridians to repair his damaged internal organs. Although this power was violent, it also possessed a strange regenerative ability, like life sprouting anew from the ashes after a raging fire.

Meanwhile, in other spaces, everyone is also undergoing their own trials.

Langhuan walked for three days and three nights in the wilderness and finally found a dry riverbed.

At the bottom of the riverbed stood a black stone tablet with ancient characters engraved on its surface. She squatted down, brushed away the sand from the tablet, and carefully deciphered the characters, her pupils slightly contracting.

That was a record about the ancestors of the demon race in ancient times. It recorded that a powerful demon named Ming once built a city on this continent, and later perished in a war with the demon race.

Deep in the forest, Qingcang encountered a huge monster. The monster was pitch black, shaped like a giant ape, and exuded a violent aura.

He held the broken sword horizontally in front of him, confronting the monster for a full hour. Finally, the moment the monster pounced, he found an opening and plunged the sword into its throat.

After the demonic beast collapsed, Qingcang panted heavily, looked down at his hand holding the knife, and his eyes revealed excitement.

Mo Ming walked around the town all day and finally stopped in front of a dilapidated house.

He stood at the door, looking at the withered old tree in the yard, and remained silent for a long time. He did not go in, but just stood outside the door for a long time, and then resolutely turned around and left.

When he left, there was a very faint wet spot at the corner of his eye.

The retired emperor stood in a hazy void, with an ancient mirror floating in front of him.

The mirror reflected his appearance when he was young. At that time, he was not yet the retired emperor, but a spirited prince with a woman in red standing beside him.

He stared at the image in the mirror for a long time without moving. After a while, he reached out and smashed the mirror. The mirror shattered into pieces, and the image was broken.

The Imperial Preceptor sat on an ancient altar, with a tattered bamboo scroll in front of him.

He read the contents of the bamboo slips word by word, his expression growing more solemn with each reading.

The bamboo slips record an extremely ancient formation, said to be able to communicate with heaven and earth and break the shackles of realms. However, the last section of the formation was torn off, leaving only half a sentence: "To break this formation, one must..."

Luo Xuan fought the stone golem for half a day amidst a pile of rocks. The stone golem had extremely strong defenses, and his punches could only leave shallow white marks on its surface.