I can start with eternal life and summon the ancestors of China!

hold head high!

A faint roar sounded in everyone's ears, like the power of heaven. Everyone had only one thought in their mind: it was the way of heaven, it was angry!

How could he not be furious when the Heavenly Dao Seed, which had been laid out for millions of years, was broken just like that? So, what about this?

A huge sphere suddenly appeared in the endless void, and on the sphere were three thousand threads, and each thread was further divided into countless fine threads.

The three thousand Taoist threads correspond to the three thousand great Daos, and those countless fine threads are the immortal cultivators who practice the Dao rhyme of these great Daos.

bass!

The sphere burst out with brilliant red light, which spread through three thousand threads and destroyed the minds of those monks with extremely violent force.

The seed of the Great Dao and the Confucian righteousness can still be corrected, but there is no way to change the Dao rhyme that has already taken shape. The only thing left is for the cultivator to rely on himself and use his strong will to fight against the will of heaven.

In an instant, countless killing machines appeared on the Shenzhou continent. The ratio of cultivators conquered by the Heavenly Dao to cultivators who defeated the will of the Heavenly Dao reached an astonishing five to one!

In a small secret realm on the Shenzhou Continent, five Mahayana cultivators reside. And there, the long-lost Ning Ping'an suddenly appears. Having experienced the betrayal of her husband, the death of her father, and the dual losses of love and family, her heart has long been hardened beyond belief by a divine weapon.

"Go away!"

The gentleness had long since vanished, and a fierce aura erupted, destroying the tiny will of the Heavenly Dao in one fell swoop. Ning Ping'an frowned and looked at the four fellow Taoists around him.

Except for a middle-aged man who was still able to maintain his consciousness, the other three slightly younger monks could clearly see that the red light had occupied most of their bodies.

Suddenly, a young man opened his eyes and looked at Ning Ping'an with tenderness in his eyes.

"Back then, you were the number one prodigy in Ping'an City! You were chosen by the Qingxuan Sect. You certainly don't know, but from that moment on, I was determined to be with you.

But I am just a person with three kinds of mixed spiritual roots. How can I be worthy of you, who are talented, beautiful and have a good personality?

I hid this thought deep in my heart, but then I heard that you were raped by that beast. I was mad, I wanted revenge for you! He ruined you, and he ruined me too.

I practiced very hard, but my talent was limited...

I went crazy. I kidnapped the eldest senior brother's son. He was the legendary one with a natural spiritual root, and I stole his spiritual root.

After I reached the Mahayana stage of cultivation, I met you on the way to Shicheng. Even though hundreds of years had passed, I still recognized you at first sight...

Ning Ping'an, how great it would be if we had not embarked on the path of cultivating immortals.

You are still that innocent little girl, and I will love you desperately."

The memory of a Mahayana cultivator is incredibly powerful. Ning Ping'an searched through the fragments of memory and finally matched the man before her with a little boy who often bullied her.

"You are Wang Mu!"

Wang Mu looked at Ning Ping'an, his smile slowly burning in his heart, and he opened his mouth and silently uttered three words. Ning Ping'an naturally knew what these three words meant, because she had said them to others before...

Wang Mu used up his last bit of strength and rushed towards the man and woman on the right. The evil fire in his body instantly ignited them. It’s okay to be selfish, but at least I don’t want her to get hurt. If there is an afterlife, I am willing to be your cattle and horses.

Ning Ping'an stared at Wang Mu, who had been reduced to ashes, for a long time without being able to look back. Finally, a crystal tear fell from her eyes, which had been dry for a hundred years.

boom!

A breath suddenly burst out, then faded away, and finally a middle-aged man slowly opened his eyes.

"Ping An!"

"Brother Lin!"

The middle-aged monk looked at the ashes, a hint of sadness flashed in his eyes. Didn’t they make it through?

In the Shenzhou continent, countless immortal cultivators were influenced by the will of heaven and turned their swords to cut down the people who were closest to them in the past.

"The Great Way! So what if I don't want it!"

Ji Qianhuang of Shicheng roared to the heavens, and dozens of perfect avenues within his body exploded, dissipating between heaven and earth. Meanwhile, Ji Qianhuang's aura continued to decline, stabilizing at the late stage of the Tribulation Crossing stage.

It's not that his will is weak, but the will of heaven, which is the combination of dozens of great ways, is too terrifying. If he is not careful, he will be backfired. It is better not to have it.

There were no fewer than a handful of cultivators like him who were undergoing tribulation, most of them exceptionally resolute. Decreasing their strength was preferable to becoming mere puppets of the Heavenly Dao. A few, however, were reluctant to give up the power of the Great Dao, believing they were gifted and destined to become that one-in-a-million exceptional being.

Not surprisingly, all these people have become puppets of the Heavenly Dao and have been eroded by it for endless years. It is not so easy for them to escape so easily.

"Your Majesty, give the order!"

Jiang Shang gently advised that the more decisively they killed now, the more the power of the Heavenly Dao would be weakened.

"kill!!"

Atop Mount Buzhou, gazing at the once prosperous Shenzhou, Baidi sighed, "The Way of Heaven is truly terrifying! Using the heavens and earth as a chessboard and the Wan Clan as chess pieces, they've played a game of one million chess pieces. Fortunately, my demon clan doesn't cultivate the Great Dao, or else they would have been swayed as well!"

The Black Demon slowly approached the White Emperor and sighed, "We should indeed be thankful. Although there are some who have achieved breakthroughs by devouring the so-called innate origin, those people are nothing to worry about. But, Your Majesty, are we really not going to help the human race?"

Baidi shook his head slightly. "Let's wait and see what happens! My demon clan is a hidden chess piece, and it's best to catch the Heavenly Dao off guard. Back then, the Heavenly Court was so powerful. The four clans' alliance, countless immortal cultivators, and even the Ascended Realm person like the Human Emperor, were unable to defeat them."

"Yes! It's so difficult to defeat the sky, so..."

boom!

A shocking explosion sounded, and even the entire Buzhou Mountain was shaken. On the way out, Baidi transformed into his original form, the White Tiger, one of the Four Sacred Beasts!

"So, let's not destroy the sky!"

The Black Demon spoke slowly, and the eight great tribulations that had been completed beside him suddenly had five of them standing beside him.

"Dark Devil! Are you crazy? Have you surrendered to the Heavenly Dao?"

"What do you mean by surrender? I'm just trying to find a way to survive! You saw it too, the human race! They're the human race! Look at what happened to them now?"

The Black Demon pointed in the direction of Shenzhou and roared at the White Emperor in a somewhat crazy manner. He was really scared. The human race, which was so powerful, was shattered overnight!

"Humph! Stupid! The only way to survive is to destroy the Heavenly Dao. Do you think that if the human race is destroyed, our demon race will be fine?"

"It's better than dying now! Besides, Your Majesty, you've been king for so long, isn't it time to move on?"

The Dark Devil said with a sinister grin.

"Haha, even at this time, you're still fighting for power and profit. Now I finally understand why the human race can fight against three thousand alien races alone."

"Everyone, it's already this late, why don't you come out?"

The Black Demon spoke softly, and ripples suddenly appeared in the calm space. A group of five people, all wearing white robes, with an aura of having successfully transcended the tribulation, shook the entire space.

"Very good, very good, the Five Elders of Light are here too!"

The weak Baidi suddenly recovered as before and spit out a jade piece in the shape of a little man from his mouth.

"A death doll? You're careful, but so what?"

"That's all right! Everyone, I wish you a pleasant first collaboration!"

Baidi suddenly moved sideways, making way for a passage.

A pair of black-gold boots slowly stepped out of the space, as if stepping heavily on everyone's chest. The black-gold dragon robe, the aura of perfection in overcoming tribulations as deep as the sea, and the dragon luck around the body were constantly circling, almost turning into substance.

"I've already said it before, why not just suppress them all? What a bunch of nonsense!"