Long River Eternity

Everyone present, both human and demon, who had just regained their footing after the impact, was speechless with shock at the scene before them, overwhelmed by the immense power.

After a long while, Bai Ze murmured, "This is close to the power that Yang An and Di Jun unleashed when they fought back then."

“That’s right, the Pangu Continent was destroyed by this kind of world-destroying power back then,” Kunpeng echoed.

Lin Ding stood rooted to the spot, staring ahead, his face contorted with struggle. The voice that Nian Zhong Sheng had transmitted to him when he delivered his final blow echoed in his mind: "Run!"

Finally, after gritting his teeth, he made a decision, pulling Zhan Tianqiong, who was still staring blankly at the center of the explosion, and Kong, who was supporting Wu Pokong, and said in a deep voice, "This is an opportunity created for us by Pavilion Master Nian, let's go."

"Teacher hasn't lost yet, why are you leaving?" Zhan Tianqiong flung Lin Ding's hand away and questioned him.

Lin Ding recalled the resolute tone and fearless expression in Nian Zhong Sheng's voice when he transmitted his thoughts to him. He knew in his heart that even Nian Zhong Sheng himself understood that this attack could not defeat Donghuang Taiyi.

Just as Lin Ding was about to pull Zhan Tianqiong away again, a dark shadow flew out from the center of the explosion, passing over everyone's heads like a cannonball, and then crashed heavily into a stone wall behind them, raising clouds of dust.

As the smoke and dust cleared, the dark figure was revealed to be Nian Zhong Sheng. His wounds reopened, even more gruesome and terrifying than before. He resembled a piece of porcelain about to shatter, his body covered in cracks.

Crimson blood kept oozing from the wound, turning him into a blood-soaked figure. The blood slowly flowed down the stone wall, forming a pool of blood at the bottom.

"Teacher!" Zhan Tianqiong was extremely anxious upon seeing this and immediately ran towards Nian Zhong Sheng.

However, despite his severe injuries, Nian Zhongsheng was still conscious. Hearing the call, he coughed lightly, spat out a mouthful of blood, and slowly opened his eyes. Through his blurred vision, he saw Lin Ding and the others, and immediately roared in a hoarse voice, "Aren't you leaving?!"

Zhan Tianqiong, who had just taken a step forward, froze, and called out in a trembling voice, "Teacher..."

"I used the forbidden Blood Burning Technique, which means I'm doomed. If I waste any more time, it will be too late!" Nian Zhong Sheng roared.

"I said, no one is leaving today." Donghuang Taiyi's voice rang out, followed by a golden light that pierced through the air and crashed into the pool of blood beneath the stone wall. It was the Wanling Cauldron, which was full of cracks, broken and dim.

The blood splattered from the Myriad Spirits Cauldron splashed onto the faces of Lin Ding and the others, serving as a wake-up call to their hearts.

Everyone turned around immediately and saw that the spatial collapse in the distance was gradually being repaired, and Donghuang Taiyi flew out from it, holding the Donghuang Bell in one hand, slowly flying towards them, like a demon passing through the gates of the Nine Netherworlds, inspiring despair.

"Your life was short and fragile, yet you dared to dream of breaking through eternity. This is your fate." Donghuang Taiyi still wore a contemptuous sneer on his face.

Lin Ding looked at the approaching Donghuang Taiyi and noticed that his body had become noticeably more transparent, clearly indicating that taking that attack had consumed a great deal of spiritual power from this clone.

At this moment, Kong's expression faltered slightly, then his eyes flashed with excitement. He glanced at Lin Ding, summoned his cracked Ruyi Jingu Bang, and said in a deep voice, "Since we can't escape, let's fight him!"

Lin Ding noticed Kong's gaze and seemed to realize something. His tense expression instantly relaxed a lot. He also summoned the Innate Chaos Spear, pointed it at Donghuang Taiyi, and said loudly, "Stop pretending. Your clone's spiritual power is about to be exhausted, so stop talking big. If you want to fight, then fight."

Wu Pokong lived up to his reputation as an indestructible body. The bleeding from such a severe wound had stopped, and tiny granulation tissue had begun to grow from the wound. Although he was still very weak, he pushed away Kong's support, brandished his giant axe, and looked at Donghuang Taiyi with a determined gaze.

Zhan Tianqiong's eyes were filled with rage as he looked at Donghuang Taiyi. He stepped in front of the group, his fighting spirit burning fiercely around him. His fists clenched so tightly they cracked, as if he wanted to tear Donghuang Taiyi to pieces.

"Since you're so eager to die, then I'll grant your wish," Donghuang Taiyi said coldly.

After saying that, the Eastern Emperor Bell in his hand disappeared instantly, and the next second, the Eastern Emperor Bell, which was as big as a mountain, appeared above everyone's heads.

In an instant, an unprecedented pressure descended from the sky, and the ground beneath their feet trembled. They felt as if their feet had become one with the earth, unable to move an inch.

As the Eastern Emperor Bell slowly descended, the ever-increasing pressure made it impossible for the group to lift their heads. They could only frantically circulate the energy within their bodies to keep themselves standing and avoid becoming too disheveled.

"Do you still think my spiritual power is about to dissipate?" Donghuang Taiyi sneered. "Let me tell you the truth, with your strength, even if I had no spiritual power at all, I could kill you all with just the Donghuang Bell."

Lin Ding was now completely oblivious to what Donghuang Taiyi was saying. Faced with the ever-pressing Donghuang Bell, he had no energy left but to fight back with all his might.

As the Eastern Emperor Bell drew ever closer to the ground, Nian Zhong Sheng struggled to break free from the stone wall, crashing to the ground and landing beside the broken Myriad Spirits Cauldron.

As Nian Zhong Sheng slowly struggled to his feet, wisps of blood energy began to dissipate from his body.

As if summoned, the Myriad Spirits Cauldron on the ground began to vibrate gently, emitting a faint hum and a dim light.

Nian Zhong Sheng raised his head and looked at Donghuang Taiyi through his messy hair stained with blood, his eyes filled with determination and resolve.

At this moment, the overflowing blood energy was increasing, as if it was about to completely envelop him.

Just as Nian Zhong Sheng was about to drain all the essence and blood from his body and unleash his final attack, a pair of hands gently rested on his shoulders.

In an instant, Nian Zhong Sheng felt a gentle warmth flowing into his almost parched body, suppressing the wildly circulating energy within him and the eternal laws that were constantly destroying his life force.

At the same time, Yang Nian's voice came from behind Nian Zhong Sheng: "Rest well, leave the rest to us."

Before Nian Zhong Sheng could turn around, a majestic voice, like that of an empress, rang out from the sky: "Donghuang Taiyi, I didn't expect you to still be alive."

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding land, which had been in a mess and full of cracks, gradually returned to normal. The dark clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, and the long-awaited sunlight shone on the earth once again.

"Boom!"

A golden light pierced through the air, striking the Eastern Emperor Bell like a meteor and producing a deep, resonant sound.