Chaos Spirit Field

At this moment, the Death Source God suddenly seemed to realize something extremely important. His expression suddenly changed, and he shouted anxiously, "Hurry up and stop Zhao Shanhe from breaking through! If he breaks through, it will be too late!"

Zhao Yunduo, watching the Death Source God's anxious expression, quickly cast a spatial jump spell, hoping to reach Zhao Shanhe and interrupt his breakthrough. However, to her surprise, the spell failed. With a look of frustration on her face, she anxiously asked, "Lord Luo, the space here is too solid to be broken through! Why can't my father break through?"

Upon hearing this, the Death Source God became incredibly dejected, as if she had suddenly lost all hope. She slowly raised her head and spoke to Zhao Yunduo in a tone bordering on despair, "Shanhe once swore a solemn oath, saying that when he breaks through to the Divine Lord realm, he will be struck by five thunderbolts and die."

Zhao Yunlong, standing nearby, couldn't help but burst into laughter after hearing this. He looked at the Death Source God with a look of disapproval on his face and retorted, "Lord Luo, you're worrying too much! My father can control lightning, so how could he possibly be killed by the five thunderbolts? In my opinion, your worry is completely unfounded."

Zhao Shanhe wasn't quite so optimistic at the moment. He couldn't help but recall the previous hexagram, but he couldn't stop his breakthrough. The energy transformed from the four phantoms' death surged into his body. As time passed, his cultivation gradually increased, and he soon broke through the bottleneck of the Divine Lord.

Facts have proven that some vows cannot be made lightly. Zhao Shanhe looked at the lightning that appeared out of nowhere and felt a deadly threat. He said with a bitter face, "Sooner or later, you will have to pay for what you have done. I never thought that even though I, Zhao Shanhe, have been so clever all my life, I would be tricked."

As five thunders sounded, Zhao Shanhe seemed to have evaporated from the face of the earth, leaving no trace. The oath he had made came true, and he really died under the five thunders.

Seeing this, the God of Death widened his eyes and said in great sorrow, "Husband, I shouldn't have forced you to swear."

Zhao Yunduo was a little dazed and muttered to himself, "This can't be true, Father. You're so powerful, why didn't you get out of the way?"

"Sooner or later, you'll have to pay for what you've done..." Zhao Yunlong remained calm, his eyes narrowed slightly as he repeated these words repeatedly, as if they held a hidden secret. His brows alternately furrowed, then relaxed, his mind churning like a tide. Suddenly, a bright light flashed before his eyes, like a brilliant shooting star streaking across the dark night sky.

"Ah! I get it!" Zhao Yunlong slapped his thigh and exclaimed excitedly. "So the Lord of Creation used causal calculations. No wonder father couldn't escape."

Zhao Yunfei, who was standing by, came over with a puzzled look on his face and asked curiously, "Second brother, what karma did father owe?"

Zhao Yunlong took a deep breath and slowly explained, "Third brother, do you still remember the Death Source Divine Venerable Luo Yunhou? He ultimately met his end at the hands of our father. The Lord of Creation's Five-Directional Divine Thunder used this as a trigger. Thunder originates from the soul, and who can escape it? Our father's soul power was far from reaching the Divine Lord realm, so he was naturally doomed. What a clever plan."

After hearing these words, the God of the Source of Death, who was standing not far away, was shocked and a look of sudden enlightenment appeared on his face.

"No wonder... No wonder I was powerless against Zhao Shanhe. So this is why! He actually devoured my brother..."

At this moment, Zhao Yunduo ran over with tears streaming down her face, and asked in a trembling voice, "Second brother, third brother, tell me, father... is father really dead?"

Zhao Yunlong felt a pang of grief at his sister's grief-stricken expression. He softly comforted her, "Fourth sister, don't be too sad. The power of the Creation God-Slaying Thunder is immense, and no one can survive. Father is most likely in grave danger. Perhaps this isn't entirely a bad thing for him. As the saying goes, from chaos comes creation, and from creation comes all things. At least he won't have to face being deserted by his friends and family. And now that the third level has begun, it's time to continue."

The four people did not realize that their emotions had been controlled by the Lord of Creation and they fell into the trap step by step. But is Zhao Shanhe really dead?

In the vast world of immortal cultivation, Zhaojia Village was once the most famous place. As the saying goes, a mountain's fame depends on the presence of immortals, not its height. This village was once the birthplace of the legendary Zhao Shanhe. However, time has passed, and its former glory has long since faded. The entire village now lies dilapidated and devastated. As time passes, memories gradually fade. It's unknown how many people today still remember the once world-renowned Zhao Shanhe.

One day, accompanied by a subtle yet strange spatial fluctuation, a seed emitting a mysterious purple light quietly landed on the land of Zhaojia Village. This seed seemed to contain endless vitality and unknown power, lying there quietly, awaiting the will of fate.

Time passed, spring passed, autumn came, and after enduring wind and rain, the purple seed finally began to take root and sprout, gradually growing into a small, towering purple tree. The tree's branches and leaves swayed in the wind, emitting a faint fragrance, bringing a hint of vitality and hope to this barren land.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, seven years have passed. During these seven years, the purple tree has continued to grow and prosper, eventually producing a vibrant, translucent purple fruit. When the first cool breeze of autumn blew, something unexpected happened: the once lush tree suddenly turned to ashes, and the precious purple fruit fell alone to the ground.

With a crisp "crack," the purple fruit suddenly cracked. Then, a small, delicate hand, as pink as jade, slowly emerged from the crack. Then, an incredibly adorable child crawled out. Blinking his large, clear eyes, he curiously surveyed the unfamiliar world around him.

"Who am I? Where am I? Why does this place feel so familiar? Who is Zhao Shanhe? This name sounds so familiar. I am Zhao Shanhe..."

It seems that the name Zhao Shanhe has magic, like a key that opens the child's memory.