Godslayer: Agent of the Gods, the Stabilizing Force at the Start

In the primordial chaos of the beginning of creation and the establishment of the universe, the strings of order were steadily plucked by several ancient gods in the vast expanse of heaven and earth.

In the Jade Purity Realm, the Primordial Celestial Venerable sat high on a nine-colored lotus throne, surrounded by a misty, pure aura. The light was pure and dazzling, like the first ray of dawn at the birth of the universe, illuminating the endless void.

The Primordial Celestial Venerable controls the Primordial Power, which is the source of all things and the fundamental cause of the changing of all phenomena in the world.

His eyes were slightly closed, yet he could see through every subtle change in the world. Rise and fall, honor and disgrace, were all within his control, like a bright mirror hanging high in the heavens, impartially reflecting every corner of the universe.

The Emperor of Fengdu sits in the gloomy palace of the underworld, ruling over the dark and sunless netherworld.

His palace was shrouded in a thick, inky fog, which seemed to be the manifestation of the resentment of countless wronged souls, exuding a chilling aura.

Inside the Underworld Palace, a massive obsidian throne radiated a cold luster. The Emperor of Fengdu sat upon it, and every command he issued struck the hearts of countless ghosts like a heavy hammer, causing them to tremble in fear.

He is the master of the cycle of life and death, controlling the destiny of all things in the world. The life and death of every living being is written or rewritten in his mind.

On this day, the Dharma form of Yuanshi Tianzun descended like a meteor into the underworld palace of Fengdu Emperor.

His figure shimmered with a soft yet resolute light in the darkness, like a star streaking across the night sky, instantly illuminating the oppressive and suffocating space.

The Emperor of Fengdu slowly rose from his enormous obsidian throne. His movements were steady and solemn. He cupped his hands in a salute, his voice low and hoarse, as if whispering from the deepest hell: "I wonder what brings the Primordial Heavenly Venerable here?" The Primordial Heavenly Venerable frowned slightly, his eyes revealing deep worry. His gaze seemed to pierce through layers of mist, seeing the impending crisis in the world: "Fengdu, I have recently used my supreme divine powers to deduce the secrets of heaven and have sensed that an unprecedented calamity is about to befall the world."

Only by opening that forbidden secret realm can a way to break the seal be found.

Upon hearing this, the Emperor of Fengdu turned deathly pale, and a hint of hesitation and struggle flashed in his eyes.

He spoke slowly, his voice carrying a hint of solemnity and worry: "Heavenly Venerable, that secret place is an ancient sealed land, imprisoning countless vengeful spirits born from obsession and existing because of resentment."

These vengeful spirits have accumulated power over countless years, and their strength is immense. Once unleashed, the consequences will be unimaginable. The Primordial Celestial Venerable's expression was solemn. He nodded slightly and slowly said, "I am well aware of the risks involved, but the current situation is critical. If we do not take the risk, the world will be plunged into eternal damnation."

"I pledge the power of the Primordial Beginning as my guarantee that once this is accomplished, I will reseal those vengeful spirits and will never break my promise." The Emperor of Fengdu remained silent for a long time, his heart filled with intense struggle.

Finally, he sighed, as if letting go of his last concern: "Fine, since the Celestial Venerable insists, then so be it."

But this matter must not be known to anyone else, so as not to cause unnecessary panic.

So, on a dark and windy night, there was not a single star in the sky, only thick darkness as black as ink covering the earth.

The Primordial Celestial Venerable and the Great Emperor of Fengdu quietly arrived at that forbidden secret place.

The Secret Land is located in a desolate valley, surrounded by towering peaks that seem to form a natural barrier, guarding the secrets of the Secret Land.

A strange aura permeated the valley, a stench mixed with resentment that made one want to vomit.

At the entrance to the secret realm, ancient and mysterious runes are carved all over the place. These runes shimmer with a faint light, as if telling the story of the mission they have undertaken and the vicissitudes they have experienced.

Yuanshi Tianzun and Fengdu Dadi each unleashed their supernatural powers, rapidly forming hand seals and continuously pouring their own power into the runes.

As their power continued to flow in, the rune's light grew stronger and stronger. The originally faint light gradually became dazzling, eventually forming a huge pillar of light that shot straight into the sky, as if it would tear the dark night sky apart.

Under the glow, the entrance to the secret realm slowly opened.

A strong, putrid stench assaulted the senses, as if millennia of resentment were being released in this instant, almost suffocating the person.

Immediately afterwards, countless black vengeful spirits swarmed out from the secret place. Their bodies were twisted and bizarre, some resembling fierce ghosts with bared teeth and claws, while others were like wisps of black smoke, drifting erratically.

They let out a piercing scream, a sound that seemed to come from hell, sending chills down one's spine.

Wherever these vengeful spirits went, darkness spread rapidly, flowers and plants withered instantly, the vibrant earth became desolate in an instant, and life was ravaged, plunging the people of the world into endless fear.

They trembled in the darkness, kneeling and praying for divine protection, but their voices sounded so small and helpless in the surging darkness.

At this moment, Li Deyang was in seclusion cultivating on the summit of a towering mountain.

The cultivation technique he practiced was called the "Nine Yang Divine Technique," an extremely profound technique that could absorb the purest yang energy in the world and transform it into his own power.

At the crucial moment of his cultivation, his body was surrounded by a layer of golden light, which was like the rising sun, full of vitality and life.

However, just as he was about to break through the bottleneck, a strong dark aura rushed towards him, instantly interrupting his cultivation.

He suddenly opened his eyes, a flash of anger and confusion in them: "What kind of monster dares to cause trouble here!" He quickly got up, used his movement technique, and flew towards the source of the dark aura like a golden lightning bolt.

However, just as he was about to reach the scene, a mysterious voice transmission entered his ears: "Li Deyang, hurry to Qingyan Mountain, there is an important matter waiting for you to handle." Li Deyang was startled. He knew that the person who could transmit the voice to him must be a person of profound cultivation, and the matter must be very urgent.

He hesitated for a moment, a hint of struggle in his eyes.

In the end, he decided to go to Qingyan Mountain first.

Before leaving, he took out a communication talisman and told Su Ming the whole story in detail.

This communication talisman is a token between him and Su Ming; as long as it is infused with spiritual power, it can transmit information to the other party.

Su Ming is a renowned exorcist and demon-slaying master.

He held a Seven Star Dragon Spring Sword, its blade long and sharp, covered with mysterious runes that shimmered with a faint light, as if containing boundless power capable of slaying all evil spirits in the world.