Sweeping across the heavens, starting with the first emperor of the ancient times.

Unfortunately, he discovered that he couldn't escape at all!

He couldn't move his legs, couldn't lift his hands, and couldn't even blink.

The same applies to the other two demon kings.

"Who...who exactly are you?" Moro's voice trembled.

Having lived for nearly ten thousand years, he had never seen anything like it.

He is Moro, the leader of the Six Heavenly Demon Kings, and the most powerful being in the Dao Xuan Realm.

Over the years, he has been the only one who has instilled fear and despair in others.

But now, he can't even move.

The person standing in front of me is like an insurmountable mountain.

Without deliberately releasing any pressure, just standing there, he felt fear from the depths of his soul.

That fear wasn't the fear of facing the strong, but the fear of an ant facing the heavens.

He didn't know what level this person was at, but he knew that in front of this person, he was no different from an ant.

The King of Gluttony beside him was trembling all over, his smile long gone, leaving only a deathly pale face.

He tried to speak, but his lips trembled for a long time and he couldn't utter a single word.

The face of the King of Death and Desire no longer changed, remaining frozen in its aged appearance.

She looked at Jiang Hao, her eyes filled with terror.

"My lord, please don't kill me!" Moro suddenly spoke, his voice filled with pleading.

"I'm willing to submit, I'm willing to betray the Otherworldly Demons, I can help you fight them, I know many secrets!"

The other two demon kings also realized what was happening.

"I'm willing! I'm willing to submit!"

"Please spare us, sir! We are willing to pledge our loyalty to you!"

The three men vied to express their loyalty.

They felt no guilt whatsoever about such things. Loyalty, integrity—those were things for the weak.

Being alive is the most important thing.

Jiang Hao looked at them, unsurprised.

Such a person cannot possibly have any integrity.

But he was too lazy to waste words.

Jiang Hao did not respond, but simply raised his hand.

Moro and the other two turned deathly pale instantly.

Moro gritted his teeth, his aura surging wildly as he desperately tried to fight back.

Unfortunately, they couldn't do it!

"The Holy Ancestor... will avenge us..." Knowing he was doomed, Moro broke down. He stared intently at Jiang Hao, his eyes filled with fear and resentment.

"The Holy Ancestor is invincible... You rebels will never know how powerful the immortals are..."

Jiang Hao looked at him without saying a word.

Moro is still talking, still threatening, still struggling.

But in Jiang Hao's eyes, this was just the impotent rage of a minor character before his death.

Yes, Moro and his two companions are unconventional cultivators who can fight against emperors. They are not weak in any era and are definitely strong.

But in Jiang Hao's eyes now, that's all there is to it.

They're no longer on the same level.

Jiang Hao raised his hand.

With a gentle wave.

The three of them simultaneously transformed into specks of light.

The entire main hall of Tiansheng Palace was completely empty.

Jiang Hao stood there, watching the specks of light drift away.

After the light dissipated, six faint clusters of light appeared in the void.

The light was faint, like a candle flame that might go out at any moment, but some patterns could be vaguely seen inside, like some kind of mark.

Jiang Hao looked at the six orbs of light and understood what was happening.

This is the rank of the Six Demon Kings.

The positions of these six demon kings are hereditary; whoever occupies these positions will possess the corresponding power.

The Holy Ancestor used this method to cultivate batch after batch of puppets.

No matter who it is, as long as they sit in this position, they can become an unconventional enlightened being.

"That's so convenient."

An Qiong's grandfather was indeed resourceful, capable of producing such excellent products.

Jiang Hao raised his hand and waved it gently, and the six orbs of light dissipated.

It's been a few years.

He killed countless demons and saved countless people; he himself couldn't even count them all.

From the northern border to the southern frontier, from the eastern wilderness to the western desert, city after city was cleared, battle formation after battle formation was set up. The people of the Holy Land were so busy they barely had time to rest, and so was he.

It's almost done now.

The six demon kings of Tian Sheng Palace are dead, and the core power of Tian Sheng Palace is gone.

The people of the Holy Land can handle the remaining demons themselves.

There's only one thing left.

Jiang Hao raised his head and looked up at the sky.

Looking towards the endless heights of that great road.

There, a figure is sleeping.

It is both majestic and eerie.

His body was shrouded in a gray and decaying aura, intertwined with the Great Dao of the Dao Profound Realm, making it impossible to distinguish between them.

The aura of decay spread out from him like countless chains, penetrating deep into every corner of the Dao Xuan Realm.

The Great Dao flowed within him and flowed out of him.

He has become a part of this world, or rather, this world has become a part of him.

He slept there, like a giant beast dwelling at the heart of the world.

An Qiong's grandfather.

That real immortal.

Jiang Hao looked at that figure and thought to himself, "It's finally come to this."

boom!

The moment the Six Heavenly Demon King died, an indescribably terrifying aura erupted from the sky!

The moment that aura appeared, the entire world trembled. The Great Dao cried out in anguish, the void collapsed, and countless demonic beings were forced to the ground, trembling in fear, by the pressure of that aura.

"Who dares to kill my servant?"

boom!

Then the entire sky cracked open.

The naivety has cracked, truly cracked!

A crack that stretched across the entire sky opened up, like a giant mouth opening.

The Scar of the Sky appears.

Something is moving inside the crack.

Two eyes slowly opened from the crack.

Those eyes were so big that every living being in the entire Dao Xuan Realm could see them looking up, no matter where they stood.

Those two eyes, each larger than a star, held endless darkness deep within their pupils, where countless dead worlds seemed to rise and fall.

As his eyelids opened and closed, fragments of the Great Dao slid from the corners of his eyes, turning into a gray, dissipating rain of light.

Just looking into those eyes was enough to make many demons and humans tremble.

The demons were stunned, then some of them reacted.

"Holy Ancestor!"

"It's His Majesty the Holy Ancestor!"

"The Holy Ancestor has emerged from seclusion!"

Countless demons knelt on the ground, bowing down to the giant face in the sky.

Some were excited, some were overjoyed, and some were trembling.

"The Holy Ancestor has appeared! Those damned humans are doomed!"

"Let's see if they dare to resist!"

"The Holy Ancestor is invincible!"

Shouts rose and fell.

They had never seen the Holy Ancestor, but the moment the giant face appeared, they understood its identity.

Because their blood is boiling with joy, every cell is telling them that the other is their creator, their origin!

On the human side, however, the situation was quite different.

Those who had been numb finally raised their heads.

They looked at the giant face in the sky, at those two eyes bigger than the stars.

Some people's legs gave way and they collapsed to the ground, while others turned and ran, but stopped after a few steps, unsure of where to go next.

Some people knelt down because they were scared.

"It's over..."

"It's all over, it's all over..."

"What is that thing...?"

No one answered them.

……

In the northern border, Zhao Ning and Zhao Cheng looked up at the giant face in the sky, their bodies trembling.

This is an instinctive sense of oppression, like a rabbit seeing a tiger; even if the tiger doesn't eat you, your legs will instinctively go weak.

Zhao Cheng didn't know what this thing was, but he knew it must be related to the Otherworldly Demons.

It might even be the legendary Holy Ancestor of the Otherworldly Demon Clan. This thing is terrifying!

This face looks down at the world, as if searching for something.

A thought flashed through Zhao Cheng's mind instantly: Is this thing looking for Senior Jiang? It definitely is!