After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

The sky has nine layers and the earth has eight wastelands.

The third heaven is called Biluotian.

The sky is high and the underworld is low.

In the Dharma Ending Age, the Three Heavens are already the highest Dao Heaven, and the rest have collapsed.

Mortals cannot see it.

The visible ones are the first two layers, the first layer is the cloud sky, and the second layer is the middle sky.

The cloudy sky is where the clouds roll and unfold, and where birds fly.

The midsky is where the sun and moon travel around and the stars move.

Only above the third level is the residence of immortals.

Biluotian gets its name from the blue clouds in the sky. Climbing up to this place, one can overlook the sun, moon, stars and the vast earth.

However, at this moment, the blue sky was no longer filled with azure clouds, and the sky was dark and turbid. If it were not for the sun and moon shining below, one would have thought this was the underworld.

In the dark sky, a huge building complex was suspended.

The tall building is a wonder to behold. If you want to see the top, you have to look up.

They are magnificent, stretching for dozens or even hundreds of miles, with giant Buddha stone carvings, pagodas and Zen temples, Taoist statues, huge platforms, and even palaces in clusters.

There are even huge caves, flying nests and pools of water.

However, what is shocking is that the giant Buddha stone sculpture has lost its head, the Taoist statue has been split straight in half, the platform is broken, and the Juguan Zen Temple has collapsed. Only the edges and corners remain, and its former splendor can still be recognized.

Large areas of the palace were reduced to ruins and the pools dried up.

What’s even more terrifying is the edges, where the gaps and shattered torn parts of the building complex are clearly visible, and there is almost no regularity at all.

This huge complex is clearly just the remnants of a larger complex.

The truth is horrifying.

At this moment, in a relatively intact golden-roofed palace in the building complex.

In the shadows, more than a hundred false gods, some of whom were skinny, some had strange shapes, and some were surrounded by bad luck, gathered together and stared anxiously at a huge gate in the sky.

Their eyes revealed hunger.

That's right, hunger and thirst.

It was like the look of a group of tribal hunters who had not eaten or drunk anything for three days and three nights, waiting for their prey to appear.

An hour ago, three trolls that had cost the gods of heaven a great deal to refine fell from the Heavenly Gate to the mortal world with a guiding formation. Then, within just a few dozen breaths, their auras suddenly and mysteriously disappeared.

Like a stone thrown into a deep pool, it disappears without a trace.

According to the plan, they should open the formation within the time of an incense stick and lead the incarnations of the gods to the lower world.

Dali's fortune has declined, and it is time to hunt the golden dragon.

And now, an hour has passed and there is still no movement.

"Something happened, it must have happened!"

A middle-aged man in black clothes with a withered face spoke hoarsely. His voice was like the sound of two pieces of glass rubbing against each other. When it fell into people's ears, it felt as if the heart was being squeezed.

"It's been an hour, unprecedented." A monk wearing a cassock and with a ferocious face also spoke.

"It must be that Green Ox Immortal's doing!"

An old man, surrounded by a sinister aura, said bitterly, "The last time we planned the Lotus Rebellion, it was because of him that we failed."

"What should I do?"

"Or else, just go down to the mortal world and kill him even if he's a hundred times the Green Ox Immortal!"

"Nonsense, the real body goes down to the mortal world, it's no small matter, if you're not careful you won't be able to come back."

"..."

The middle-aged man in black spoke, and the gods echoed him.

Ten thousand years ago in the mortal world, the laws of heaven and earth inexplicably collapsed, the gods fought a great war, and fled into the abyss.

Then the Heavenly Palace also collapsed, and eight out of ten gods perished, with only a very few successfully escaping.

From then on, the world entered the Dharma Ending Age.

The remaining people in Heaven kept searching for ways to open the door to the abyss in despair, but they all failed without exception.

More than a thousand years later, the remaining people in heaven passed away one after another, leaving only a hundred or so people lingering.

At this time, someone found another way and used the magic sect's method of devouring the golden dragon of luck to prolong his lifespan and maintain his body from collapse, barely maintaining the situation.

The more than one hundred survivors who are still lingering on are today's false gods.