Possessed by my father, I was reborn and became the supreme ruler.

"This burning place is Jian'er's Spirit Fire Cave. Beneath the cave lies the Nine Netherworld Fire, and inscriptions adorn the walls. It was the site where the Fire Dragon God of the Fire Dragon Clan was suppressed. There was a prophecy that the flames of the Spirit Fire Cave reached the Thirty-Three Heavens above and pierced the Eighteen Layers of the Netherworld below. When the bell tolled spontaneously, a great event would occur: the World-Destroying Spirit King would be born, and a great calamity would befall the three realms of Heaven, Earth, Immortals, Humans, and Demons!" Outside the Spirit Fire Cave, a dense crowd of Xuanhuo Sect disciples had gathered, but they were all helpless against the raging flames. This fire was the Nine Netherworld Fire, which could not be extinguished by human water, nor could it be stopped by ordinary cultivators.

Moreover, the Spirit Fire Cave is currently burning, but the pitch-black stone door is tightly closed, making it impossible to enter.

Once the Spirit Fire Cave's entrance is closed, it can only be opened from the inside; it cannot be damaged from the outside and would even harm unauthorized intruders. This Spirit Fire Cave was previously Situ Jiuxiao's cultivation place, meaning only those at the Profound Emperor realm can open it!

Moreover, some people have already spread the word that this scene is a sign of the birth of the Supreme King of Annihilation. What does that mean? It means that as long as you come into contact with even a little bit of the Nine Nether Flames, you will be connected with the cause and effect of the world's destruction!

Meanwhile, inside the Spirit Fire Cave, Ye Yunjian was trapped by the earth fire, and the Xuanzun Jade Key on his body turned into a wisp of mist.

Ye Yunjian saw a remnant of the Xuan Emperor's sword energy emerge from mid-air and land on his Xuanhuo Sword. A powerful suction force pulled him in and dragged him into the mist.

The misty atmosphere was both real and illusory, as if one were traversing a mysterious realm of the heavens.

When he looked closely, he found that his soul had been drawn to the head of the Xuanjian Emperor statue on the cliff of Xuanhuo Peak!

The remnant intent of the Xuan Emperor Sword was so strong that it drew him into the remnant soul of the Xuan Sword Emperor, forcing him to empathize with it!

Before Ye Yunjian could react, he felt himself standing at the top of the sky, with fire swirling around him. Endless eeriness, evil energy, and madness were attacking the fire swirling from all directions, and the flames in the sky were like the mouth of a volcano erupting.

At the center of the fire vortex, an endless terror is crawling out from within the vortex.

But atop the heavens, an ancient sword imbued with the will of an unparalleled emperor hung down, surrounded by human formations that enhanced its power. Its radiance shimmered, emanating an unparalleled imperial might that suppressed everything.

The demonic power hidden in the rift of the other dimension was too strong. Even though the Emperor Sword suppressed it and exerted its supreme power to the limit, and even with the continuous injection of spiritual energy, the demons from outside the realm were still desperately squeezing out of the fire vortex.

Furthermore, an extremely powerful world-destroying spirit was constantly urging these demons on. The vortex was like a millstone, continuously grinding down the demons' bodies, and their blood and flesh piled up like mountains.

The disciples of the Xuanzong sect fought desperately to stop and kill the demons, whose army was vast and endless, and the fiery vortex had turned into a black blood hell.

Countless powerful demons and monsters, each fierce and unyielding, vowed to break into the Xuanzong world.

Ye Yunjian suddenly felt his body begin to walk on air, one step after another, his soul began to burn, and all his cultivation was pushed to its ultimate limit as he walked towards the vortex of fire demon blood and flesh.

He sensed that all the Xuanzong beings on the ground were looking up at his movements, their gazes focused on him.

Within the fiery vortex before him, demonic blood condensed into a mirror pool, its ripples reflecting part of his appearance.

The majestic emperor, wearing a fire-patterned mask, atop the Azure Emperor's Frostless Helmet, the Chaos Unparalleled Azure Mist Emperor Armor, and a purple-gold Flame Emperor Robe, had a glimmer of spiritual light projected from the mask.

Just as he reached the fiery vortex crevice, black blood surged within the Demon Blood Mirror Pool, and the black, faceless, world-destroying Spirit King silently appeared before him.

"roll!"

Almost at the same time he roared, the demon lord opposite him opened his blood-red maw! An eeriness, evil, and frenzy rushed towards him!

In the almost suffocating moment, he couldn't feel the memory of the battle; he only found himself standing in the same spot when his memories returned.

The Faceless World-Destroying Spirit King unleashed all his terrifying moves, feeling as if his entire body was being torn apart by evil spirits, but he only used one move!

A single sword move! A sword move imbued with the Emperor's will!

The World-Destroying Spirit King let out a miserable cry and collapsed from the center of the fire vortex! He himself was also seriously injured!

He would wait until the sword was close enough to the heart of the World Destroyer before unleashing this move!

One move, and the outcome is decided!

Amidst the howling winds, he stood still, silver threads dancing beneath his frostless helmet, his Azure Emperor Armor shattered to reveal blurred flesh and blood, his Purple-Gold Flame Emperor Robe billowing in the wind, and though his mask was tattered, its spiritual light still concealed his face.

Although the otherworldly demons no longer attacked, their roars and howls could still be heard!

He originally wanted to roar to the sky, as if to boost morale on this battlefield of carnage, but his voice was already hoarse, and a sense of vicissitudes surfaced in his heart.

"Great Emperor! Great Emperor! Great Emperor!..."

All beings were filled with sorrow! Crowds surged on the ground. The Xuanjian Emperor had guarded the Xuanhuo Sect's mountain gate for five hundred years; he had indeed grown old.

If it were a thousand years ago, at the height of his power, the World-Destroying Spirit King would not have dared to tear open the rift in the alternate dimension to invade.

The setting sun was like blood, the long river was bathed in the setting sun, and the dark purple moon rose in the sky!

He felt that his body had been sustained by some kind of belief until now, and that he had not fallen because the beings below were watching him.

He is waiting!

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It was a long time, but Ye Yunjian felt that although his body was nearing its end, he still had patience.

When the Faceless World-Destroying Spirit King reappeared at the rift, the demons in the opposite dimension became restless once again!

Before him, a dark mass of demons and monsters swarmed outside the fiery vortex, an otherworldly realm filled with endless, bizarre, and frenzied evil spirits.

Beneath him were the few remaining Xuanmen cultivators and Xuanhuo Sect disciples, still fighting despite their injuries.

His body rose again, head held high, like a tower—like a pillar!

All the remaining Xuanmen disciples were filled with grief, their hearts churning, their eyes fixed on his blood-stained body.

The Frostless Helmet, Azure Mist Armor, Golden Flame Robe, Moon Spirit Mask, and Profound Fire Sword all shimmered with spiritual light.

Everyone looked up at the spiritual light. Only these five points of light remained in the dark space, and time seemed to stand still.

A dark current surged around them, and malevolent energy stirred up a frenzy. His body spoke in a low voice, each word escaping as he raised his head:

"All cultivators of the Xuanzong Sect!"

"All disciples of the Xuanhuo Sect!"

“Back off!!!”

Everyone felt a force that shook the earth, and they involuntarily retreated as his body made that sound.

"Emperor!"

Both the Xuanzong cultivators and the Xuanhuo Sect disciples wanted to stay. They seemed to sense something and tried to move forward but instead retreated.