Great Demon Sun Wukong

Zijing, the Evil Monarch, launched a surprise attack on the Primordial Palace, something that nobody anticipated. Not only the guardians of the Primordial Palace, but even the people of the Netherworld World did not expect that after most of them had poured out, Xi Zhao would still order the remaining five people to raid the Primordial Palace. However, it must be said that Xi Zhao's move was akin to a gamble, banking on the guardians of the Primordial Palace joining forces with either the forces of Annihilation Palace or the Myriad Demons Palace. He also wagered that no one would imagine the Netherworld Palace would be so audacious as to be unguarded, leaving behind only two hundred Guardian Puppets.

Among the five people left behind in the Ancient Primordial World, all were at the peak of the Nine Patterns Supreme cultivation level, including a thin monk named Cheng Qian, who appeared exceedingly ordinary. Yet, when Zijing and his four companions emerged, this emaciated monk promptly sensed their presence, thus leading the other four Buddhas to confront Zijing's party. Cheng Qian could sense that the opposing side only had five people, and Zijing likewise deemed that there were only five opponents. Without exchanging many words after meeting, both parties immediately erupted into battle.

Five against five, the Netherworld World's side had superpowerful figures like the Evil Monarch and Zijing while the Ancient Primordial World's side only had Cheng Qian, the emaciated monk, as the sole superpowerful expert. However, this was taking place on the Primordial Palace's territory, and they had the advantage of the locale, so it remained uncertain who would prevail. Of course, before making their appearance, Zijing had already set up Barriers around the periphery of the Primordial Palace, ensuring that Cheng Qian would not be able to send any messages to the Soul Devouring Monk and others.

A fierce battle unfolded at the entrance of the Primordial Palace, with both sides evenly matched. At the entrance of the Annihilation Palace, however, the skirmish presented a completely lopsided affair. As soon as the twenty people from the Ancient Primordial World arrived, they established the Heaven Devouring Soul-Eating Great Array, an incredibly powerful formation that instantly eradicated one person. Of course, the one extinguished belonged to the Annihilation Demon Nation; Dao Zhun had employed a maneuver akin to transposing the universe to swap places with that person right as the formation was activated.

The ensuing onslaught by about thirty people was then single-handedly defeated by Dao Zhun. It was not until then that Mo Wu and the Soul Devouring Monk, who were well aware of Dao Zhun's renown, truly began to feel a sense of dread. It became clear that the strength of some individuals could not be overcome merely by numbers. Objectively speaking, even Mo Wu himself, when faced with thirty peak Nine Patterns Supreme experts, might not necessarily die in battle, but attempting to escape would certainly come at a great cost, let alone facing a formidable entity like the Soul Devouring Monk.

Yet now, these people stood no chance against Dao Zhun. Every attack from everyone, Mo Wu's Demon Mist erosion, Wan Jun's Seven-Star Dragon Abyss, and Yu Fan Taoist Monk's Buddha and Tao Integration power—all were completely ineffective against Dao Zhun. Be it group assaults, single-target strikes, targeted attacks, control skills, restraints, seals—it seemed as though everyone had exhausted all they had learned in their lives, but none could inflict harm on Dao Zhun.

All of them had an almost illusory sensation, feeling as if they were in a nightmare where their opponent was merely a figment of their imagination. Thus, their attacks were in vain, while Dao Zhun's assaults were nightmares incarnate. With a single palm strike, the fortunate ones were demoted to the level of a Saint of the Great Dao, Unity Dao, or Dao Transformation. The less fortunate had their cultivation completely eradicated and were then cast into numerous nondescript minor worlds.

In addition, a jade-handled whisk had appeared in Dao Zhun's hand at some point. Regardless of their strength or defenses, anyone brushed by the whisk would instantly be expelled into the Void World. This so-called Void World is where the cosmic spatial rifts, immensely perilous and unpredictable, were shattered during the Ancient Wars, with anyone who strayed into them having a slim chance of survival. Although Dao Zhun's pace was not fast, and his attacks seemed simple without any remarkable flair, each move was a masterstroke. Discover stories at My Virtual Library Empire

In a brief period, only five people remained on the side of the Annihilation Demon Nation; the Ancient Primordial World fared even worse, with only three left. Aside from the one unlucky soul obliterated by the Heaven Devouring Soul-Eating Great Array set up by the Soul Devouring Buddha initially, not a single person perished on the spot. Everyone was either stripped of their cultivation and sent away from the Patrolling Celestial World or exiled by Dao Zhun into the Void World. No one was a match for a single round against him, and the likes of Mo Wu and the Soul Devouring Monk were overwhelmed by an intense sense of helplessness within.

A single person, in a short span of time, had dispatched over twenty of them without sustaining a single hit. Faced with such strength, it was beyond their imagination. Finally, Dao Zhun's elusive figure came to a halt. The kind-eyed, long-bearded elderly figure now exuded a strong sense of confidence and an overpowering aura that seemed incomparable even to the heavens and earth. Everyone looked at Dao Zhun, who stood aloof in midair, hands behind his back, his robe fluttering in the breeze yet utterly unmoved, and suddenly felt that this person was the true embodiment of a deity!

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For ordinary people, having some mastery in cultivation and understanding of the Dao was enough to be called an Immortal. However, in the eyes of all the most basic cultivators, one only qualified as a Daluo Golden Immortal, a powerful being among Immortals, if they formed a Golden Core by communicating with the heavens and the earth and glimpsed a strand of the cosmic Dao. Yet, in the eyes of the Daluo Golden Immortals, those who had proven their Dao and had the heavens and earth verify their existence as Saints were the truly supreme beings.

However, Saints viewed those strong enough to effortlessly control life and death within Intermediate Worlds—Saints of the Great Dao and those at the Unity Dao and Dao Transformation levels—as the ultimate gods. And to cultivators of Intermediate Worlds, the powerhouses of High-Level Worlds were considered divine; in their eyes, their own existence was no different than that of ants. High-Level Worlds regard the Six Great Divine Nations as divine entities. The Six Great Divine Nations possess the World Suppressing Stele, the symbol of a true god.

At this moment, Dao Zhun was the god in the eyes of Mo Wu and Soul Devourer. They were already Domain Lord Level powerhouses, which could be said to stand at the pinnacle of this universe, but in front of Dao Zhun, they were as helpless as unarmed three-year-olds, only able to watch helplessly as their companions, brothers, and fellow disciples were either stripped of their cultivation or exiled to the Void World. They were powerless to do anything, and that helplessness drove them to despair.

When Dao Zhun's figure came to a halt, only Mo Wu, Mo Yu, Wan Jun, and two other speedmasters were present for the Annihilation Demon Nation. The Ancient Primordial World was left with just Soul Devouring Monk, Yu Fan Taoist Monk, and a fat, shirtless Buddha. It was over, everything was finished. The final battle hadn't even started, and there was hardly anyone left—just a few of them. The Annihilation Demon Nation and the Ancient Primordial World were only names that no longer had substance.

"Obstinate and foolish, refusing to yield until forced to understand your own weakness. Now I shall give you one final opportunity. Surrender, and you may live. Defy me, and you will die!" As these words were spoken, the overwhelming strength emanating from Dao Zhun pressed down on the few survivors, making their chests feel heavy. It seemed as if one more word from Dao Zhun would cause them to immediately cough up blood.

Mo Wu's eyes were filled with unwillingness, along with deep regret and a sense of relief, making his gaze incredibly complex. Was it finally coming to an end today? Perhaps it was for the best to end this way. The burden he had been carrying for countless years was too heavy. He was tired. Perhaps ever since he personally murdered the Demon Monarch, their hearts had died. It was only the mission they bore that forced them to continue this meager existence. Yes, them—Mo Wu, Mo Yu, and Long Tian.

Turning his head to look at Mo Yu, Mo Wu, suppressing the tumultuous energy in his chest, said, "Brother, I always thought it would be easier if I died sooner so I could join the Demon Monarch. But now that we're finally about to die, the Demon Monarch is alive. What a great irony, huh, heh. I wonder how Long Tian is doing, hoping he'll fulfill his wish to die at the hands of the Demon Monarch!"

Mo Yu did not speak. In fact, he was like Ming Wanjie from the Huangquan World, unremarkable since his arrival in the Patrolling Celestial World. He had not shown any impressive feats in several battles and seemed utterly unworthy of the demon character in his name. Mo Wu's performance was only marginally satisfactory, and even the impact and combat power he exhibited were not as significant as Wan Jun's.

"Senior certainly lives up to the reputation of an Ancient Times powerhouse, brandishing the Formless Divine Weapon to slay my grand ancestor, the Underworld Venerate. Indeed, you were once unrivaled in your might. However, all of this will come to an end today. The debt owed to the Underworld Venerate, I, Qian Yuye, will personally avenge!"

As Mo Wu's voice faded, countless figures, like locusts swarming, suddenly rose from every corner below and circled Mo Wu, Soul Devourer, Dao Zhun, and the others in a blink of an eye. Upon closer inspection, there were precisely three thousand soldiers of the Underworld God Army. And the person who had just spoken was none other than Qian Yuye, the Legion Commander of the Underworld God Army. (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Starting Point ) to cast your recommendation votes, Monthly Passes. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)

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