I am cultivating immortals in mortal science

"Not good! Your senior brother has fallen into a trap! Han boy, quickly activate the Heavenly Palm Bottle!"

The Bottle Spirit knew the situation of Luo Hong better than anyone else, and hurriedly urged Han Li, who was fighting fiercely with the projection of the Dao Ancestor.

Upon hearing this, Han Li immediately summoned the Time Domain and used magic to attach it to the Golden Thunder Greatsword. Then, with a single sweep of his sword, he annihilated the projections of three Dao Ancestors.

As soon as he dealt with the enemy in front of him, he hurriedly asked:
"Senior, what's wrong with Senior Brother Luo?"

"Your senior brother is being corrupted by demonic energy. Once he loses his guard, his future potential will be greatly reduced!"

"Ping Ling explained quickly."

"This is impossible! The True Demon Path is one of the Three Thousand Paths, how could it possibly contend with the Primordial Power!"

Han Li was surprised and suspicious.

"The key is that it's not ordinary true demonic power, but the Limitless True Demon, which is on the same level as the Primordial Power."

And look at your senior brother, does he seem relaxed and carefree?
Alright, enough with the questions. Quickly cast the spell, and I'll reverse time!

Pingling explained impatiently, then urged again.

Han Li hesitated for a moment, but then his gaze hardened, and he said resolutely:
"No! We are far from being at our wits' end. Senior Brother Luo still has a chance!"

Just as Han Li and the Bottle Spirit were having a disagreement, Luo Hong's situation was getting worse and worse.

At first, only his ten fingers were tainted by demonic energy, but now both of his arms have turned purplish-black and the taint continues to spread!
However, he has now found the key to breaking the deadlock!
The purplish-black demonic blade was extremely tough. Although the blade twisted slightly under Luo Hong's immense force, it showed no signs of breaking.

Luo Hong had already pushed the power of the Primordial Chaos to its limit, yet she still couldn't change the situation.

Fortunately, Luo Hong remembered that this purple-black demonic blade originated from the very first point of aurora, and that point of aurora was currently on the tip of the blade, emitting a captivating light!

So, Luo Hong activated her divine sense, condensed it into a golden light spot, and flew straight toward it.

In the blink of an eye, the world changed, and Luo Hong found herself in a murky, purplish-black space.

"Kill kill kill kill kill kill!"

As soon as she entered, Luo Hong heard deafening shouts of killing.

Upon closer inspection, one could see a gigantic demon head roaring menacingly, its face rapidly shifting among twelve distinct features, its mouth constantly uttering killing cries, its mind seemingly distorted.

"You created the Primordial Demonic Path with your own hands, but now you've ended up as a victim, left with only a lingering obsession."

The struggle between eras is indeed this cruel!

Although Luo Hong was filled with emotion, her hands moved swiftly, forming twelve hand seals in quick succession and unleashing twelve golden magic seals almost simultaneously.

Amidst the clamor of battle cries, the twelve golden magic seals trembled slightly, but ultimately flew to the vicinity of the giant demon head.

Instantly, all the golden seals shone brightly, freezing the twelve rapidly changing faces and forcing them to squeeze onto one head.

Soon, a delicate balance was broken, and the giant demon head immediately split apart under the simultaneous action of twelve forces.

The next moment, the twelve golden magic seals flew forward and imprinted themselves on the fragments one by one.

With a "boom," golden flames erupted, and all the fragments turned to ashes.

At this moment, Luo Hong's eyes lit up, and she exerted force with both hands again, crushing the front half of the purple-black demon blade with a "bang".

Numerous fragments shot out, but before they had traveled far, they all became demonic in the void, disappeared into it, and vanished.

Luo Hong ignored these details and reached out to grab the hilt of the remaining half of the purplish-black demonic sword.

Immediately afterwards, with a thought, he poured all the primordial power that had been corrupted by demons into the blade.

However, these primordial demons had lost their ability to repair themselves, and the purple-black demon blade was not restored in the slightest; they merely stabilized its collapsing blade.

After all, this sword was merely a temporary creation of divine power, and it should dissipate and disappear once the Heavenly Fiend Saint Emperor's obsession was shattered.

However, this was a boundless power, extremely precious, and Luo Hong naturally wouldn't let it be wasted in front of her!

Having resolved the crisis, Luo Hong once again looked at the entire Yaochi battlefield.

During this period, Gu Huojin frantically summoned historical projections, and at this moment, the number of Dao Ancestors under his command has exceeded one hundred.

Even with top-tier Dao Ancestors like the Lord of Samsara Palace and Chi Rong on Han Li's side, as well as the help of Meng Po's Great Dream Divine Power, he was still no match for so many Dao Ancestors.

They have not yet been captured, entirely because Gu or later did not send the summoned Dao Ancestors to attack them, but instead guarded their vicinity and formed a battle formation.

Seeing that its formation had reached the required number of ninety-nine, Luo Hong did not choose to attack it immediately. Instead, she used magic to summon several illusionary bodies of time to retrieve the Netherworld Mother.

This guy is the incarnation of the Heavenly Fiend Saint Emperor. He is devoid of wisdom and knowledge, but as part of a historical projection, it still requires the use of the power of time to collect him.

"Whether it's ancient or modern times, even if you summon more Dao Ancestor projections and have them set up the Three Thousand Dao God Formation, I can still break it with a single spear thrust. You've lost!"

After putting away the broken sword, Luo Hong grabbed the Primordial Heaven-Breaking Divine Spear again and pointed it at Gu Huojin.

However, this attempt did not elicit any response from either the ancient or the modern world. He continued to do as he pleased, constantly summoning historical projections, each one of which remained completely unfamiliar to everyone.

"Something's not right! Even if these are all extremely ancient Dao Ancestors, there must be records of them passed down to this day. It's impossible that we don't recognize any of them!"

While battling the projection of the Dao Ancestor, the Lord of the Samsara Palace kept an eye on the situation in ancient or modern times. He immediately frowned and gave a reminder.

"If they aren't extremely ancient Dao Ancestors, then where did these Dao Ancestors come from? They couldn't have just appeared out of thin air, could they?"

Luo Hong's mind raced, and she began to consider the possibility that these Dao Ancestors did not come from the present world.

"Wait, if it's not from this era, then it must be from those past eras, right?!"
But then another question arises: why would the ancients or the present go to such lengths, summoning the projection of the Dao Ancestor across eras, when they themselves are not particularly powerful?

Luo Hong couldn't figure out the reason for it, and didn't want to think about it anymore.

Regardless, let's stop him first!
"Hehe, finally found it."

Just as Luo Hong was about to make a move, Gu Huojin suddenly smiled, revealing a relaxed expression, and looked at Luo Hong, saying:

"As expected, my future still depends on myself."

As the words were spoken, a solitary figure slowly flew out from the dark gold cloak.

He did not have the imposing presence of the Heavenly Fiend Emperor when he arrived; he was just a young boy dressed in coarse linen clothes.

The only thing that set him apart from others was his extremely cold and numb expression.

The boy had nothing of value except a snow-white sword held in his right hand.

This sword has no luster or brilliance, and looks like it was made by an ordinary blacksmith, yet it inexplicably gives people a feeling of unstoppable sharpness.

Before Luo Hong could react, she heard the bottle spirit's urgent voice:
"Taiyi Sword! Watch out!" (End of Chapter)