At the sa ti.
In a void of shattered domain.
This area is filled everywhere with space rifts.
But inside each space rift, instead of space storms, are so bizarre beams of energy crisscrossing densely.
These energy beams, like threads and needles, stitch and nd the fractured space.
And in the central part of this domain, there is a dilapidated altar made from teorites.
On the altar, a shadowy figure sits cross-legged.
This figure is shrouded in Demonic Qi, though through the mysterious haze, his features remain unclear. Yet, it is apparent his body is incredibly formidable.
Although he sits there motionless.
rely the energy emanating from his body causes ripples to occasionally stir in the surrounding void.
Apart from this, the domain is barren, devoid of any vitality or sound.
It’s a land of silence!
But at this mont.
Suddenly, above the entire domain, a blinding black light appears.
The next mont, a mass of dense Demonic Qi erges from the space rift.
Upon its appearance, the Demonic Qi hangs aloft in the domain’s void like a demonic sun.
Simultaneously, an eerie symbol erges within the surging Demonic Qi.
This sudden anomaly stirred waves like a stone thrown into a lake.
The shadowy figure on the altar, akin to a statue, abruptly opens his eyes.
In an instant, those eyes, like terrifying Hell itself, emit a horrifying glare.
The shadow stares intensely at the mass of Demonic Qi in the sky, and upon seeing the symbol in its midst, his gaze reveals disturbance.
Imdiately, his statue-like body suddenly moves.
With a deliberate motion, he stands up slowly.
During the standing process, waves of terrifying Demonic Qi radiate from him.
Instantly, the surrounding void begins to tremble violently, like boiling water.
With the intense tremors in the void, the already stitched space rifts fluctuate in size and brightness.
Although srizing, they exude a chaotic and destructive aura.
These are signs of impending spatial collapse.
And then, a cold laugh sounds.
"Hmph!"
"Why?"
"Is your skin itching again?"
The mont this voice echoes.
Golden streams of light flash into the domain.
These golden streams enter the myriad space rifts like a bonding agent.
As the golden streams penetrate, the destabilized space rifts abruptly stabilize.
Simultaneously, an enormous scroll unfurls above the shadow’s head.
As the vast scroll unfolds, beams like gentle rain descend slowly.
The seemingly gentle rays erupt with thunderous destructive force upon contact with the shadow’s Demonic Qi.
The shadow lets out a low roar.
The Demonic Qi surging around him grows even stronger, fiercely attacking the scroll overhead.
In an instant, a stalemate forms.
At this mont, the shadow peers forward abruptly.
A figure appears in the empty void.
An elderly man.
Clad in coarse fabric attire, sleeves rolled up, holding a chalice-like item.
An air of casualness surrounds him.
Yet there’s an indescribable sense of authority about him.
"The Primordial Elder!!!"
The shadow’s hellish gaze emits icy killing intent at the elder.
"You’ve trapped for over twenty years."
"Do you still wish to ensnare ?"
This elder in coarse clothing is Zhou Yu’s master, the Primordial Elder!
Right now, the Primordial Elder wears a faint smile.
"No, no, no!"
"You’ve quite misunderstood this point."
"I have no intention to continue trapping you."
"If possible, I’d rather kill you!"
"Who wants to waste years with you, my old lover has aged from charming to gray-haired."
"Do you think you should die?"
"Isn’t that right, Doomsday Ancestor!"
This shadow is none other than one of the Five Great Ancestors, the Doomsday Ancestor.
The Doomsday Ancestor coldly stares at the Primordial Elder.
"You wish to kill ."
"Too bad, you can’t."
"For over twenty years, you failed."
"Going forth, you have even less chance."
"Because today, not only will I leave here, but I will kill you!"
Hearing this, the Primordial Elder laughs heartily, his face playful:
"Seems those two little dogs from outside have emboldened you."
"Alright."
"I’m staying right here, go ahead and try."
The Doomsday Ancestor sneers and says no more.
His body shakes, and he stomps heavily.
Instantly, the altar below fractures into countless fissures.
As the fissures appear, fountain-like Demonic Qi emits from them.
The Doomsday Ancestor rapidly absorbs this Demonic Qi.
His Demon Body begins to expand violently.
One ter, two ters... ten ters... one hundred ters...
In just a few seconds, the Doomsday Ancestor’s Demon Body swells over three hundred ters tall.
This is no Dharma Form nor a re apparition, it’s a tangible Demon Body.
As the Doomsday Ancestor’s Demon Body revived, a black halo emanates from him.
As the black halo appears, the altar beneath vanishes silently.
As the black halo expands relentlessly, everything around it vanishes silently.
Even the beams descending from the large scroll above, upon touching this black halo, imdiately dissolve into void.
Witnessing this, the Primordial Elder squints, his eyes showing grave concern.
After battling the Doomsday Ancestor for over twenty years, how could he not recognize this?
This black halo is akin to a domain or a force field.
Anything enveloped by it, regardless of what it is, will be annihilated.
The Doomsday Ancestor calls it the Domain of Destruction.
This is the Doomsday Ancestor’s most formidable technique.
At this mont, the Doomsday Ancestor sneers and locks his gaze on the enormous scroll overhead.
His hellish eyes erupt with destructive power.
"The Tianhe Map, has trapped for over twenty years!"
"Today, I shall shred this accursed World Suppressing Divine Object completely!"
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