"Um!"

Jiang Qingluan stood up in response, and the Yaochi magic immediately began to activate.

"Point to the Three Pure Ones, open the Heavenly Light, reveal the Mysterious Heart and the Righteous Dharma, and open the Gate of Emptiness!"

Using the power of the fallen emperor, Jiang Qingluan activated the supreme Daoist technique.

Instantly, the barrier opened in the void.

Far away in the Demon Realm, the 30,000 demon troops who had been prepared for a long time immediately entered the void barrier in an orderly manner the moment they saw it open.

In the northern region, Jun Yutian flicked his whisk and pointed with his finger.

Behind them, tens of thousands of troops from the Northern Region also entered the void barrier and marched towards the Holy Domain of Xiliang.

In the direction of the Great Wilderness, Su Yunying decisively ordered: "Set off immediately and march towards Xiliang!"

The final moment has arrived. Once this army enters the Holy Land, it will completely change the entire landscape.

Just as Shen Zhao felt he could finally breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly felt a powerful suction force sweeping around him.

"Um?"

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that Xu Fengqing's corpse had undergone a strange transformation.

He was radiating a blue light, absorbing the residual power left behind in the ruins by the two emperors of the Nine Netherworlds.

"not good!"

Shen Zhao's pupils contracted, and he decisively transformed into the Po Jun sword, slashing at Xu Fengqing with it.

boom--

With a startling explosion, a streak of blood appeared at the corner of Shen Zhao's mouth.

As he took more than ten steps back, what appeared before him was a completely transformed Xu Fengqing.

No, it should be called—

"Unspeakable!"

Shen Zhao's expression was more solemn than ever before.

Unspeakable kept his eyes tightly closed, and as a series of cracking sounds echoed from his shoulder, a pair of black wings sprouted from them.

The moment his blood-red pupils opened, they inexplicably locked onto Shen Zhao.

"Father, is that you? Are you willing to take us back?"

The ancient gods whispered, and the world seemed to fall into eternal night.

Shen Zhao frowned, a strong sense of familiarity washing over him.

What were once clear pupils now reflected a chaotic void, a terrifying scene of rampant evil spirits.

"You are me, and I am you; we are one..."

The ancient god whispered, each word slowly eroding Shen Zhao's consciousness, gradually revealing a terrifying scene.

In the scene: Shen Zhao stands atop a high peak, stepping on the barely clothed Yu Xiyan, whose head is six months pregnant, and gazes at the blood-soaked city of Chang'an ahead, revealing a ferocious and twisted smile.

All around, evil energy filled the sky, obscuring the three lights, and countless terrified people on the ground tried to flee.

From the cracks that appeared in the void, countless bizarre monsters, abstract beyond description, emerged, roaring as they chased and devoured all living beings in this world.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

An unfamiliar smile, a chilling gaze.

Suddenly, the image of himself in the picture turned his gaze sharply towards Shen Zhao, who was spying on him.

In an instant, Shen Zhao felt a bone-chilling cold throughout his body.

Then, he slowly raised one of his heads toward Shen Zhao, revealing a provocative look in his eyes.

"Yun Ying!"

"You beast, I'm going to kill you!"

Just as Shen Zhao let out a scream, his anger gradually consuming his reason, the Southern Bright Fire spontaneously activated, and the hellish scene instantly shattered.

In a moment of clarity, Shen Zhao clenched his fists and looked arrogantly at the unspeakable:

"What a joke! You think you can make me submit with such a low-level trick? What kind of pipe dream are you having? No one can afford the consequences of playing tricks on me!"

Shen Zhao himself didn't realize that when he said those words, his expression was almost exactly the same as what he saw in the illusion.