I am a living immortal.

All of this had to be decided by the creatures in the world themselves. With the start of the war, they had no time to care about anything else.

This is an ordinary day, but also an extraordinary day.

When something strange appeared in the sky, an ancient aura swept across the rivers and lakes, birds and beasts woke up, all spirits looked up, myths shone into reality, and legends turned the pages of ancient books. This day is a day that all living things will never forget.

They looked up at the sky in a daze, and saw a scene they had never imagined.

The arrival of the innate gods in the world is the echo of the ancient overlords in this era, and will also be the clarion call they blow for their re-crown.

This era naturally develops according to its own course. They will certainly not allow these former overlords to return to their former thrones, towering over all things. This era should be shaped by the creatures of this era themselves. They must drive out those who wish to regain their place on the stage.

Let these former overlords know that this era is no longer the one they knew. If you want to fight, then fight!

All the sects came to fight.

Facing the arrival of the innate gods, the first to reveal themselves was the immortal way. The immortal abodes and spiritual masters hidden deep in the forest valleys and on the shores of high mountains and lakes all appeared.

"Times change, the universe is overturned. We cultivators must protect the Way and defend our land." An old voice echoed from the other side of the world. A high, bright mirror rose from the deep valley. As these words fell, from the deep valley, where cranes usually soared and clouds swirled, rays of clear light followed the mirror and shot up into the sky.

At the same time, in another dense forest, under the sudden rosy glow of the sky, immortals held flowing lights in their hands. The brilliance was so great that it gathered into a long river to protect the way, almost blocking most of the innate gods in the sky.

In the mountains of the east, thousands of swords rang out, the sword light tore through the sea of ​​clouds, and the humming sound of the swords echoed between heaven and earth.

"The entire Yinjian Mountain lineage will join the battle! Kill them all!!!"

In the Fuling Sect, Lin Fu looked up at the sky, his long white hair fluttering. Behind him, the disciples were silent: "We have seen the great rivers and experienced the countless changes of birth, old age, sickness and death. We have seen enough and experienced enough. It is time to personally examine what we have learned and felt over the years. Everyone, are you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid! Let's fight!" Wei Qi was wearing a white robe at the moment. He had long lost his childishness, and his resolute face was full of fighting spirit.

“That’s right, well said!”

Lin Fu laughed and said, "If that's the case, then I will come to the Fuling Sect to report."

As soon as he finished speaking, eagles cried, deer screamed, fish leaped, tigers roared, and countless exotic beasts gathered from all directions. However, this battle was different from all the previous ones. The entire Fuling Sect was present... in person.

Fanyun Mountain, in the Floating Cloud Temple.

Ti Qi held three incense sticks in his hand and bowed to Su Mu's portrait. Then he turned to look at the disciples and said, "Speaking of which, since the last one left Floating Cloud Temple more than ten years ago, such a gathering has been rare."

"Your master had foreseen this sudden change in the world. I won't say more. It's best to be cautious."

"Yes!" Fourteen people nodded in response.

"Very good, don't embarrass Fuyun Temple, go ahead." Ti Qi waved his hand, and the fourteen people from Fuyun Mountain joined the battle.

Ti Qi looked at the giant star tree that Su Mu had planted.

"This time, let me be the savior, hehe." Ti Qi was no longer as gloomy as before. Shortly after the last disciple of Floating Cloud Temple left, he too departed, traveling alone to the East China Sea, leaving behind the corpse of a great demon before leaving in a carefree manner. While this carefree lifestyle cost him ten years of bed rest, it was all worth it.

At this moment, he leaped into the air. Above the sky, more and more immortals and innate gods collided, erupting in one breathtaking battle after another. Immortal arts and authority resonated, completely turbulently disrupting the heavens.

The war completely disrupted the astrology and time sequence, reversed day and night, and caused chaos in the four seasons.

The falling light will inevitably cause irreversible damage to the mortal world. If the long river of aurora in the sky cannot stop all the innate gods, then I will add fuel to the fire.

Ti Qi stood in front of the giant star tree. The behemoth seemed to sense something and turned from virtual to real in an instant. The huge canopy covered the sky, replacing the sun, moon and stars.

"Everyone, how about giving me a helping hand?" Ti Qi looked at the world and asked.

In response, he received streams of golden incense. These incense flames converged toward the Star Tree, like its roots, or like golden blood flowing through its trunk. The roots connected the entire land, and the land and city gods reshaped the cycle of the four seasons.

At this moment, the battlefield was completely isolated from the perspective of mortals.

The previous unusual movement seemed like an illusion. The giant star tree took root in the earth, supporting a new sky.

More and more immortal sects and spiritual sects responded, and the immortal path became exceptionally brilliant.

Following this, the other paths were bound to not lag far behind. Immediately following the Immortal Path were bursts of Buddhist chanting, and monks sat cross-legged on golden lotuses, the vast Buddha light condensing into a phantom of Mount Xumi.

In another place, a big sun rose from the riverside. In the big sun, monks walked out with staffs in hand, chanting the name of Buddha Mingguangwang. They represented the Mahavairocana Zen Sect.

Furthermore, as the Buddha's light shines forth, another ancient Buddha emerges from the midst of the multitudes of faith. He represents the past, the sands of the past spreading to the present, igniting clusters of candlelight, illuminating the Pure Land of faith and aspiration. The past lit lamps to preach the Buddha's teachings, and beneath these candlelights, countless chants echo, proclaiming the Buddha's temple.

Wherever Buddhism comes from, demons are inevitable.

Buddha and devil can be separated by a single thought. Beyond the darkness of the heavens, within the heart's lake, within the dim light, sneers echoed. The seven emotions and six desires played on their hands, greed, anger, ignorance, arrogance, and doubt were their food. This was a place of utmost filth, yet also of ultimate purity. Great demons descended one after another with strange guises. They didn't seek to save the world; they simply wanted to taste a taste they had never tasted before. Innate gods, hehehe...

Even former enemies turned a blind eye to the anomalies that appeared. In the face of external enemies, everything seemed less important. As long as these demons were targeting the innate gods, that was enough.

The Shinto had unknowingly joined the battlefield. Awakened from their slumber, some followed the Emperor of Heaven into battle beyond time, while others manifested in the present world. They understood the innate gods best, the struggle for power against power, the confrontation between Shinto and Shinto. A chaotic battle erupted, with all the methods of the various sects unleashed.

However, someone seems to be missing on the battlefield?

Demon Alliance...

However, the Demon Alliance was not indifferent at this moment. Instead, they were blocked by a certain existence. The identity of this existence made the demons in the Demon Alliance feel more pressured.