Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

The leading demon lords stood on the top of the rugged peak, their figures like ghostly mandrills, cutting through the dim skyline.

Behind him was an endless, silently surging group of monsters, spreading from the mountain ridge to the valley bottom, and then spreading out to the end of the sight.

The same was true in the air. The demonic birds flapped their wings, blocking out the sun and the sky. The flapping of their wing membranes stirred up gusts of fishy wind, which intertwined with the roars of the demonic beasts running on the ground, forming a depressing and chilling clamor.

The evil aura was chilling, like thick ink splashed on a lush green painting. The originally lush and continuous mountain ranges were being stained and eroded by the desperate black at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a giant rotting creature.

This mountain range, located at the intersection of three realms, has long been transformed in its depths.

What flows through the earth veins is no longer pure and spiritual energy, but the majestic demonic energy that has been alienated and gathered through the ancient seal. They blend, compress, and change quality here, like a huge dark heart, beating and roaring in the deepest part of the mountain.

Inside the deep and unfathomable cavity of the mountain, the scene is even more bizarre.

The demonic energy has become so thick that it has turned into substance, either like a sticky slurry that rolls and bubbles in the depressions of the ground, or like a heavy mist that floats in the air, emitting an evil breath that corrodes everything.

Any living creature that falls into its depths will have its bones and flesh consumed and its soul destroyed in an instant.

In a huge naturally formed cavity inside the mountain, the demonic energy was so dense that it almost became a substance, surging and flowing like a bottomless demonic abyss.

And in the center of this devil's cave, a huge "heart" is beating - no, it is not a real heart. Although it emits a dull roar like a drum, its shape is more like a giant cocoon.

It was tightly wrapped in layers of pale silk threads whose material was difficult to distinguish. The threads glowed with an eerie luster and seemed to be wriggling slightly as if they had life.

The giant cocoon hung high in the center of the cavity, and countless demonic energies were continuously drawn out, transported, and injected into the cocoon through these silk threads as if summoned.

The cocoon was as massive as a hill, its surface radiating a dark, paradoxical sheen. Its form was indescribable, its only audible presence being the occasional, dull, thunderous throbbing sound.

Boom... Boom... Boom—the sound shook the entire space in the mountain regularly, bringing a sense of oppression.

Under the giant cocoon, the area covered by the projection was actually a mountain of white bones. There were skeletons of all kinds, eerie and terrifying, silently telling of the countless lives that this place had devoured.

A few streaks of light flashed through the dull sky in the distance and approached rapidly.

The demon lords on the top of the mountain seemed to sense something and raised their heads in different shapes, looking towards the source of the flowing light, with expressions of cruelty, excitement, indifference, etc. appearing on their faces.

"Here it comes." A demon lord whispered, his voice rubbing against the air, carrying a bloodthirsty expectation.

Almost at the same time, two narrow cracks suddenly appeared on the pale cocoon hanging high in the sky - they were a pair of eyes that suddenly opened!

As red as a blood diamond, as cold as the eternal abyss, flashing with an absolutely inhuman, inorganic and cold light, it looks far away outside the mountain, looking at the "guest" who is about to come.

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Above the nine heavens, the sea of ​​clouds was rolling, and suddenly a dazzling light like a galaxy pouring down spread from the distant sky.

First, a low, horn-like sound, as if coming from an ancient battlefield, penetrated the clouds. It was long and desolate, carrying an awe-inspiring righteousness that cleansed away evil.

Then, a vast and boundless spiritual pressure surged like a tide, colliding violently with the pervasive demonic aura, stirring up countless silent energy ripples in the air and emitting a sharp "hissing" sound.

The clouds were split apart by an irresistible force, and golden light poured down like a hole in the sky.

The first to break through the clouds was a spirit boat as huge as a moving mountain.

The flowing cloud patterns of the Wenxian Sect, the crossed sword seals of the Lingxiao Sect, the bright moon resting on branches of the Piaomiao Valley, the mechanical star disk of the Xuanyi Pavilion, the yin and yang Bagua of the Zixiao Temple... various boats, some as huge as mountains, some as nimble as flying fish, form a strict array.

Runes flowed on the boat's body, condensing powerful protective magic circles and attack spirits. The low roar of the psychic engine gathered into one, competing with the howling of the demon realm.

The "Sky Patrol Giant Ship" of the Wenxian Sect took the lead. The hull was made of ten-thousand-year-old cold ironwood mixed with many rare spiritual golds, with a cold metallic luster. A huge Tai Chi Bagua formation diagram was carved on the bow. At this moment, it was slowly rotating, emitting a clear and misty light that suppressed all evil.

On the deck, the disciples, dressed in uniform robes, stood with their swords in hand, expressions solemn, with spiritual energy flowing around them, converging into a murderous aura.

Behind the spirit boat is the sword rainbow controlled by thousands of cultivators.

The disciples of Lingxiao Sect did not take the flying boat. Instead, each of them transformed themselves into sword rainbows. Hundreds and thousands of sharp sword lights converged into a dazzling river of light. The sword energy rushed into the sky and tore through the clouds. The unparalleled sword intent made people's skin feel cold even at a distance, as if an invisible blade was approaching their eyebrows.

The sharp sword energy gathered into a long silver river, cutting through the dark sky, and the murderous aura rushed straight into the sky.

The first few sword lights were particularly bright, like a rainbow across the sky. It was obvious that an elder with profound cultivation or even the leader of the sect had come in person.

The fairies of Piaomiao Valley rode on gorgeous chariots pulled by colorful spirit birds. Their colorful clothes and feathers fluttered in the wind. They looked gentle, but in fact, the music they created attracted the spiritual tide in the sky. The majestic water spirit and wood spirit gathered together and turned into crystal clear flower rain that fell from the sky. Wherever it passed, it could temporarily purify some of the dirty demonic energy and bring a breath of fresh air.

Xuanyi Pavilion's fleet was extremely gorgeous and exquisite. Dozens of streamlined flying boats formed a mysterious formation. The boats were covered with runes, and dark gun muzzles protruded from the portholes on both sides, condensing a heart-pounding energy light. The cold murderous intent locked onto the monsters all over the mountains below.

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The battle formation of the demon clan was a completely different scene.

Demonic clouds rolled, and the sound of war drums was deep and heart-shaking. Countless demon cultivators of various forms revealed part of their true forms, some with eerie scales and armor, and some with wings covering the sky. Amidst their roars and howls, wild and majestic demonic power soared into the sky, which was very different from the pure and ethereal aura of the immortals, but it also carried the same strong fighting spirit that should not be underestimated.

The independent cultivators had different brilliance and displayed all their magic weapons. Although they were not as organized as the big sects, they had more methods and were more powerful.

They were like the myriad stars gathered around the dark moon, and each ray of spiritual light represented a cultivator who was determined to go to war. At this moment, they were densely packed, covering the sky and the earth. The spiritual lights intersected, shining for thousands of miles, even illuminating the demonic clouds that covered the sky and the sun!

Thousands and thousands of cultivators were like stars guarding the bright moon, or like a river pouring down from the sky. Countless spiritual lights, sword lights, and precious lights converged, shining brightly and dazzlingly, dispelling the haze and making the thick demonic clouds dim a little.

The vast spiritual power and the cold demonic power collided violently in the air, as if two boundless seas collided violently, stirring up invisible waves.

One side is high up in the clouds, with brilliant spiritual light and ethereal posture, like a god on patrol; the other side is perched on the top of the mountain, with overwhelming demonic energy and demons dancing wildly, as if hell has opened up.

The coalition forces of the Immortal Sect looked down from the sky, their eyes as sharp as lightning, piercing through the clouds and the demonic atmosphere, and taking in the tragic scene of the surging black tide and the ground covered with white bones below.

They stand at a higher position, carrying the awe-inspiring aura of the orthodox way of heaven, as if they are holding the sword of punishment, ready to cleanse the world.

The demon army stood on the peaks, their red and blue eyes flashing with violence and greed, staring at the dazzling source of light in the sky, which made them instinctively hate.

They occupy the earth, rooted in filth and evil spirits. Their numbers are endless, and they exude the most primitive and barbaric devouring desire, as if they want to drag the glory above the nine heavens into the quagmire and sink together.

The gaze of the immortals is the majesty and determination to act on behalf of heaven; the admiration of the demons is the madness and greed that goes against heaven.

The golden glow and the black undercurrent are facing each other from afar. Although there is a difference in their positions, their momentum is equally matched!

Between heaven and earth, spiritual light and demonic energy collided violently, and a sharp hissing sound and dazzling arcs of energy burst out from the intersection.

The wind howled as it swept across the battlefield, bringing with it the overwhelming murderous intent of both sides. Thousands of gazes from both sides crossed in the air, colliding to create invisible sparks.

Before the battle begins, the intention to fight is already there.

This is an ultimate showdown concerning life and death, where good and evil cannot coexist. Only blood and fire can ultimately determine the future of this world.

Above the sky, the coalition forces of the immortal sects are arrayed in a strict formation, and the spiritual light is as bright as an inverted galaxy; on the top of the mountains, the demon tribe is entrenched like a black tide, and the murderous aura is surging like a boiling sea of ​​blood.

The ups and downs are not a ranking of superiors and inferiors, but a distinction between clear and turbid, a struggle between good and evil, and also the beginning of the ultimate struggle of the destiny of this world.