Looking back, it was all like a fairyland.

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 primordial deities descend upon the world; it is the echo of the ancient overlords in this era, and also the clarion call they sound for their re-coronation.

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.

Faced with the descending primordial deities, the first thing to be revealed was the path of immortality. Those immortal abodes and spiritual sects hidden deep in forests, valleys, mountains, and lakes all made their appearance.

"Times change, the world is turned upside down, we cultivators must protect the Dao and defend our land." An aged voice echoed from the other side of the world. A bright mirror rose from the secluded valley. As these words fell, in the deep valley where cranes usually soared and clouds swirled, beams of clear light followed the mirror and soared into the sky.

At the same time, in another secluded forest, as the rosy light broke through, immortals held streams of light in their hands, their brilliance reaching its peak, converging into a protective river that almost blocked most of the innate deities in the high heavens.

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 Yin Jian Mountain lineage has joined the battle! Slay them all!!!"

Within the Fuling Sect, Lin Fu gazed at the sky, his long white hair swaying in the breeze. Behind him, his disciples remained silent: "We have witnessed countless rivers and mountains, experienced the myriad changes of life, aging, sickness, and death. We have seen enough, we have experienced enough. It is time to personally test what we have learned and felt over the years. Gentlemen, are you afraid?"

"I'm not afraid! Let's fight if you want!" Wei Qi, dressed in a white robe, had long since shed his childishness, his resolute face filled with fighting spirit.

"That's right, well said!"

Lin Fu laughed loudly: "Since that's the case, then, Fuling Sect, pays its respects."

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.

Tiqi held three incense sticks in his hand, bowed to Su Mu's portrait, and then turned to look at the disciples: "To be honest, since I was the last one to leave Fuyun Temple more than ten years ago, such a gathering has been quite rare."

"This strange change in the world was foreseen by your master. I won't say more; caution is paramount."

"Yes!" Fourteen people nodded in response.

"Very well, don't disgrace Fuyun Temple, go." Tiqi waved his hand, "Fourteen people from Fuyun Mountain, join the battle."

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

"This time, let this old man be the savior, hehe." At this moment, Ti Qi was no longer as profound as before. Not long after the last disciple of Fuyun Temple left, he also departed, going alone to the East Sea, leaving behind the corpse of a great demon before leaving in a carefree manner. Although the price of this carefree life was ten years spent bedridden, it was all worthwhile.

At that moment, he leaped into the air. More and more immortals and primordial deities clashed in the sky, unleashing one earth-shattering battle after another. Immortal arts and authority resounded, completely 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. The aurora river in the sky cannot stop all the primordial gods, so let this old man 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.

"Gentlemen, how about lending me a hand?" Tiqi asked, looking at the world.

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.

The line between Buddha and demon is thin. Beyond the darkest heavens, within the lake of the heart, amidst the dim, eerie light, sneers echo. The seven emotions and six desires are manipulated in their hands; greed, anger, ignorance, pride, and doubt are their sustenance. This is a place of utter defilement, yet also of utmost purity. One by one, great demons descend in bizarre forms. They do not also desire to save the world; what they crave is merely to savor experiences never before tasted. Primordial deities, hehehehe…

Even former enemies were now ignored by those present who had appeared as an anomaly. Before this external foe, everything else seemed insignificant. As long as these demons were targeting the primordial deities, that was enough.

The divine path had joined the battle at some unknown time. Awakened from their slumber, some followed the Heavenly Emperor in his campaigns outside of time, while others manifested in the mortal realm. They understood best the primordial deities, the struggle for power, and the conflict between divine paths. A chaotic battle raged across the heavens, with all methods employed.

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.