Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

Donghuang Taiyi, the ruler of the ancient Heavenly Court, a great god born from chaos, and the number one person below the sage after the Dragon-Han Calamity, his prestige was forged in the fierceness of the war between the witches and demons and the blood of the eight ancestral witches.

In the later stages of the Lich War, after Di Jun's death and the collapse of the Demon Court, he was filled with despair and fought against the eight Ancestral Witches single-handedly. After killing several Ancestral Witches, he finally activated the Chaos Bell and perished together with the remaining Ancestral Witches.

After countless years of decline, today, countless creatures on the primordial land finally hear once again the tolling of the bell that symbolizes supreme imperial power and destruction!

when--

The resounding bells, carrying with them the primordial energy, swept across the vast wilderness.

Wherever the bell tolls, all paths dissipate, and the laws of nature weep. Everything seems to reverse back to the most primordial elements of earth, fire, wind, and water, returning to a state of ignorance.

Above the sky, the blazing sun, manifested by the will of Taiyi, suddenly burst into intense flames with the sound of the bell, unleashing boundless light and heat powerful enough to shatter stars and reopen the universe.

With each chime of a bell, a terrifying phenomenon of ten suns appearing out of the sky accompanied the sound.

Ten phantom suns, radiating an aura of destruction, floated in the primordial sky, scorching the earth and burning mountains and boiling seas.

In an instant, everything, tangible and intangible, even time and space itself, seemed to burst into flames, emitting mournful cries of unbearable burden.

Under the endless light and heat, on the boundless earth, the thousands of beings with slightly weaker cultivation felt their essence, energy and spirit boiling, their blood vessels drying up, and their primordial spirit burning, as if they would burn into a pile of ashes from the inside out at the next moment!
This is absolute suppression originating from the level of life itself!
"Your Majesty!" On Mount Yuanchen, Bai Ze, who was about to burn his source energy to perish together with Meng Tian and the others, felt the familiar and warm True Fire of the Sun and immediately cried out, his huge star eye filled with excitement and complexity.

How many years has it been? He has finally been bathed once again in the radiance that belongs exclusively to the Demon Emperor!
Taiyi stood in mid-air, his gaze indifferent, as if he held the entire universe in his palm.

Wherever the light of the great sun shines, that is where his gaze falls.

His divine sense swept across the primordial world, and the true names of his former subjects, such as Ji Meng, Ying Zhao, Fei Lian, Ci Tie, and Gui Che, who had followed him in establishing the Supreme Demon Court, were shattered, their auras completely dissipating into the world.

Of the ten great demon saints of the Demon Court, only five remain: Bai Ze, Fei Dan, Jiu Ying, Shang Yang, and Qin Yuan. Moreover, their conditions are all precarious, and they have reached the point of fighting to the death.

A chilling killing intent permeated Taiyi's heart.

If he had woken up even a moment later, the number of Great Luo Immortals of the Demon Race today would probably have been completely slaughtered by the Human Race and wiped out!
"Humans, very good."

These four simple words contain a terrifying chill that could freeze the heavens and the earth.

As the words drifted by, Taiyi slowly extended his palm and slammed it down on the vast primordial land below, on the battlefields where the demon saints were being besieged.

With this palm strike, light and shadow swirled wildly, and the radiance of the great sun surged like never before.

The vast golden light transformed into a tangible torrent of laws the moment his palm was extended.

As light and shadow shift and dimensions change, the chaotic universe, before such palm force, is like fragile paper, constantly being kneaded and deformed. Wherever the palm wind reaches, all spacetime structures collapse and return to nothingness.

On Yuanchen Mountain, Meng Tian's face turned pale. He felt as if the entire prehistoric world and the weight of countless ages had pressed down on his shoulders with this palm strike.

The murderous aura of the 100,000 golden fire cavalry that he had gathered around him emitted a piercing cracking sound under the pressure of this palm, and almost collapsed instantly!
He groaned, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth again, and he barely managed to stand by leaning on his long spear.

Not only him, but also Qin Qiong, Xue Rengui and other famous generals of the Holy Tang Dynasty who were besieging Shang Yang felt that their humanistic fortune was being severely suppressed and their supernatural powers were obscured.

When Wei Qing, Huo Qubing, and other divine generals who were besieging the Nine-Headed Serpent, they felt the abyss-like and imprisoned imperial might descend upon them, and their heavenly horses neighed in fear.

The powerful generals of Chu, such as Xiang Yu and Han Xin, who were besieging Fei Dan, were also locked in by that omnipresent palm intent, and their domineering momentum faltered.

Just then, from the direction of Xianyang City, human light surged forth, like a dormant dragon awakening.

Within the radiant light of the sun that enveloped heaven and earth, a majestic emperor, clad in a dark imperial robe, wearing a flat-topped crown, and surrounded by the illusory image of the rolling river of humanity, slowly appeared. He stared directly at the giant palm that was pressing down upon him, and with a resounding dragon roar, the Dragon-Slaying Sword in his hand was drawn from its sheath.

With a single horizontal stroke, the sword severed the fleeting moments of time. Where the sword light passed, a momentary "fault" appeared in the space-time covered by the giant palm, as if a small piece of time had been forcibly removed.

"Under the primordial chaos, all are but ants."

Amidst the surging, boundless chaotic sea, and the boiling intertwining of laws, Taiyi's indifferent voice slowly resonated, carrying a hint of mockery.

The palm continued to press down, and the endless, magnificent divine light contained within the palm erupted once more, shattering the ninety-nine layers of heaven and crushing the sword light.

The giant hand continued to descend, as if the entire sky was pressing down, and with the palm as the center, all space and time were constantly collapsing.

In Xianyang, Ying Zheng, holding the Dragon-Slaying Sword, trembled slightly as he felt immense pressure for the first time.

This feeling was something that even the First Emperor had never given him.

This power was vast and boundless, almost exceeding the scope of the Great Luo.

Inside the Wuzhuang Temple, Zhen Yuanzi gently stroked the ground book, his brows slightly furrowed.

In the Jade Pool Wonderland, the Queen Mother of the West set down her jade cup, a hint of solemnity flashing in her eyes. Deep within the Netherworld Blood Sea, the Styx Ancestor's crimson lotus of karmic fire swayed uncertainly.

It's truly as expected of Taiichi; he has indeed returned.

Donghuang Taiyi stood tall in the sky, his expression indifferent.

Just as Zhen Yuanzi and the other two had thought, he had already returned.

The moment he retrieved the Eastern Emperor Bell, the Dao fruit he had cultivated throughout his life merged with him, becoming one with him. At that moment, he had understood everything.

"Send you on your way."

The vast and primordial energy cascaded down like a waterfall, encircling Taiyi's entire body.

He held back no longer. As the Eastern Emperor Bell rang again, shattering the chaos, endless light burst forth from his palm as he pressed down.

This light did not originate from one place, but rather from all time and space, all universes, blooming wildly in the boundless chaotic sea, aiming to completely purify everything covered by his palm from all timelines and all possibilities.

Ying Zheng sighed softly. They had not been unaware of Taiyi's emergence, but they had ultimately underestimated the terrifying combat power of this ancient emperor after his return.

Of course, given his and Li Changshou's cautious approach, this time they shouldn't have failed completely.

He glanced sideways, his gaze fixed on a certain direction deep within the Xianyang Palace.

There, Bertrand Russell, who had been observing the situation quietly, stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the sky, his face expressionless.

When Ying Zheng looked at him, he smiled back.

Then, the radiant hand clenched in the air.

An endless, terrifying hurricane appeared out of nowhere, sweeping across hundreds of millions of miles of mountains and rivers, stirring up towering dust waves!
At the eye of the hurricane, endless warlike energy, humanitarian beliefs, and even scattered star power converged wildly, eventually coalescing into an ancient-looking divine bow that exuded the aura of ending all things.

The Sun-Shooting Bow!
Russell remained calm as he slowly placed his other hand on the invisible bowstring. As the bowstring was slowly pulled back, an indescribable and terrifying suction force was generated.

All time and space, all colors, all sounds, seemed to be drawn from the bowstring.

Between heaven and earth, in all directions, endless divine light surged forth like celestial rivers, eventually condensing on the bowstring into a divine arrow of the highest refinement, its tip gleaming with a chilling light that even made a Great Luo Immortal tremble.

The arrow shot out with a startling force!
Extremely domineering!

Endless carnage!
As soon as the arrow was released, the boundless energy of war instantly tore open an eternal scar in the vast chaotic sea!

There was no sound, for even sound was swallowed up by the arrows.

Only one arrow, piercing through the light, reversing cause and effect, and locking onto the root of the problem, arrived first despite being delayed, ignoring the distance in time and space, and went straight for the palm of Donghuang Taiyi's descending giant hand.

"what?"

Faced with this arrow carrying a resolute intent to kill, Donghuang Taiyi let out a soft exclamation of surprise.

Despite his surprise, he didn't stop moving at all.

The giant hand pressed down, its five fingers slightly bent, as if to crush the nail.
In the blink of an eye, between a tiny fraction of birth and death, the boundless light representing the will of the Great One clashed violently with the endless weapons shot out by Russell.

The sky is falling and the earth is cracking; a temporal storm is boiling!
An endless power instantly filled everything, repelling all tangible and intangible things in the boundless universe.

Rumble, rumble—! ! !
The boundless, terrifying fluctuations swept across the boundless chaotic sea like a circular tsunami.

Countless chaotic hurricanes erupted in the darkness following the brief moment of ultimate light, hurling countless nascent universes like pebbles into the air. Many already formed worlds were shattered by the slight sweep of these aftershocks, returning to chaos!

"it is good!"

Donghuang Taiyi let out a long roar, his eyes blazing with an intense and excited fighting spirit.

Since the end of the Lich War, he has not encountered an opponent who can threaten him and is worth fighting with all his might for far too long!
However, although he was eager to continue the fight, the timing no longer allowed it.

At the edge of the eastern horizon, at the boundary between chaos and order, a tiny, pale purple crack first appeared, then exploded instantly, and a wisp of purple energy, like the first thunderbolt of creation, rolled across the sky.

It began as a tiny speck, but expanded in an instant, its speed surpassing thought, traversing millions of miles of mountains and overflowing the boundless oceans of the Western Regions. In a moment, the vast and incomparably noble purple had completely enveloped the boundless and magnificent territory.

The spiritual energy between heaven and earth surged wildly the moment the purple aura touched it.

Dead trees sprout new buds in the blink of an eye, stubborn rocks grow moss in an instant, sweet springs gush forth in the desert, and the sick are rejuvenated... all sorts of incredible miracles are happening simultaneously across the entire prehistoric land!
The Primordial Purple Qi has emerged! (End of Chapter)