As the calm voice of Justice Tanry appeared, it seemed to dictate the fate of the universe, instantly stirring an endless killing intent in this vast world, devouring the sky and burying the cosmos.
The figure, stripped of all anger, seemed to transform at that moment into a merciless emperor, with a regal aura soaring to the heavens, making Yao Xifeng and others appear inferior.
This is the demeanor, with a hint of arrogance and calmness, innate to their nature, unrelated to cultivation strength.
A word âkillâ that wasnât particularly loud, yet stirred a storm of blood and wind, destined to leave countless corpses in its wake, amidst bleak winds and clouds.
And following Justice Tanryâs speech.
Suddenly.
The entire âMain Battle Domainâ underwent a drastic change.
An innumerable sea of Demon Dao surged madly, eyes red, attacking the temporary base of the Hundred Sects.
"Killââ!!!"
"Killââââ!!!"
"Killââââ!!!"
...
BOOMââ!!!
The sound of a million battle cries echoed throughout the Endless Territory, a seemingly endless wave of Demon Dao powerhouses rushed in, like a deluge breaking through.
The demon army, as if seeing the berserk forms of their missing demoness, pooled their killing intent into a terrifying, invisible river, throwing the sky into chaos.
Watching the swarming locust-like demon powerhouses, the Hundred Sectsâ equally vast sea of cultivators remained endless, anxious and apprehensive, yet not breaking into complete disarray.
On the contrary, the deep-seated blood feud across endless years gradually awakened the bloodthirstiness of the Hundred Sectsâ powerhouses, eyes reddening before battle commenced.
Generations of slaughter and gore have long cemented an irreconcilable enmity between the two sides, whether standing in opposition or vying for resources, the Righteous Dao and Demon Dao are deeply entrenched, enemies meeting with intense animosity, where one must die so the other can live.
Suddenly.
The temporary base of the Hundred Sects also erupted with killing intent, as if piercing through the Ninth Layer of Heaven, shaking the sky into fragments.
Retreat, only a dead end awaits, as neither Righteous nor Demon Dao offers sanctuary, charge forward, fight desperately, and thereâs still a sliver of hope.
In an instant.
"Killââ!"
BOOMââ!!!
The vast army of the Hundred Sects launched an attack, each wielding Divine Weapons, crazily charging forward, enveloped in a pervasive killing aura, everyone infected, gradually transforming fear into recklessness.
Little do they realize that as the ultimate battle proceeds, it wonât be long before everyone descends into extreme terror. When they truly witness the brutality of this ultimate war between Righteous and Demon Dao, no cultivator will remain calm.
But thatâs for later, for now the ultimate battle merely unveils.
The cultivators of both sides surged and collided, like two vast worlds clashing, instantaneously causing heaven and earth to fall, mountains and rivers to shatter, deafeningly loud, crying out to the heavens and moving the gods.
This cultivator battle is no mundane war; it is capable of annihilating everything. A mere glance extinguishes the sun and moon, reversing the universe, not to mention the ultimate battle of millions of cultivators which instantly boils this realm, the vast armies slaughtering one another, countless peaks collapsing into ashes.
In the towering heights, above the Ten Thousand Miles Sky, the entire heavens were stirred, the entire universe seemed to fall into disarray, a realm vast as a galaxy, everywhere ablaze, indeed a supreme visual feast yet also an endless apocalyptic tragedy.
At this moment, Wang Yang and mountain rivers trembled, at this moment, the Endless Territory wailed, vast as the celestial seas, unbounded.
And one month after the Righteous and Demon Daoâs ultimate battle had officially broken out in the âMain Battle Domainâ.
In the âValley of Space-Timeâ, within the âSpace-Time Barrierâ.
Atop an endless sea of Spirit Veins, nearly two thousand formidable figures sat cross-legged in the boundless void, yet not immersed in quiet cultivation, each with eyes wide in shock, having seemingly witnessed an extraordinary scene, all struck dumb.
Even Luo Qingxian and Luo Qingchen, sister and brother, rose and stood dumbly in the void, eyes full of disbelief as they gazed at the figure.
The âSpace-Time Barrierâ was dead silent, atop the vast ocean a pin drop could be heard, silent as cicadas in winter, save for the figure whose booming echo emitted waves of awe-inspiring presence.
After another month, that figure underwent an earth-shattering transformation, merely sitting cross-legged, almost suffocating.
Outside has been the ultimate battle for a month, while a âyearâ has passed within the âSpace-Time Barrierâ, nearing the âThree-Yearâ limit.
And on this day, âthree yearsâ later, that figure stunned everyone completely.
Only after several breaths did an unrivaled monster gasped heavily, eyes full of disbelief, mouth dry.
"Realm of Eight Slashes, three years, he has entered the Realm of Eight Slashes?"
"Oh my god, impossible, how is this possible?"
"Three years âEight Slashesâ, insane, absolutely insane."
"Not real, this isnât real, someone tell me, itâs a dream, definitely a dream, not real, cannot be real."
Many monsters of the Hundred Sects still at the True Self Realm after three years suffered Dao Heart collapse, in the âSpace-Time Barrierâ âthree yearsâ, over thirty percent of the Hundred Sectsâ newly emerged monster peak representatives still remained at the Peak of True Self Realm, struggling to touch the Self-Slaying Shackles.
Yet that figure, using only âthree yearsâ, entered the âRealm of Eight Slashesâ.
To be precise, was approaching the âEight Slashesâ Self-Slaying Realm.