The moment the extremely dark and profound rune began to buzz, it crashed straight into the oncoming mystic light like a black meteor.

In an instant, half the sky seemed to be swallowed by endless darkness and gloom, turning pitch black. Within this darkness, countless eerie divine runes surged forth from the runes, spreading outwards like surging waves.

These divine runes are intricate and unpredictable, their forms so bizarre they are unprecedented, inspiring fear and causing the soul to tremble. Many people even succumb to this oppressive force, their legs weakening and barely able to stand.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A deafening roar resounded.

The mysterious light with its intricate patterns clashed with the extremely dark and profound rune, and the two forces, neither giving way, unleashed an unparalleled and terrifying power.

Even the void seemed to sense this terrifying energy wave and began to tremble violently; the entire world was shaking incessantly, as if it were about to collapse.

As the lingering effects of the terrifying fluctuations gradually dissipated, the particles of mystic light and darkness remained in the air like wisps of smoke. The extremely dark and profound rune, like a bird returning to its nest, flew back into Fang Daokun's hand, but its color had noticeably faded.

Fang Daokun's expression had lost its arrogance and become much more serious. He looked at the two Daoist masters opposite him, Tianhui and Tiancong, and said in a deep voice:

"I never imagined that the two patriarchs of the Divine Martial Sect had already reached the Creation Venerable realm. I underestimated you."

The old Taoist priest Tianhui snorted coldly, seemingly showing Fang Daokun great disdain:

"Hmph! Do you think we, the subordinates of the Zhou family, are made of clay? You actually dared to attack the young master in front of us. If it weren't for that strange power, you would have been annihilated long ago!"

Fang Daokun was unfazed by Tianhui Laodao's disdain, and instead smiled again:

"Even so, the two of you working together can't do anything to me. Your power is being depleted, while my ancient god power is constantly increasing."

Fang Daokun's words were true. Although the strange power on his body had not increased as rapidly as before, it was still constantly increasing. With this ebb and flow, Tianhui and Tiancong Daoist were indeed unable to do anything to him.

Upon hearing this, the old Taoist priest Tiancong looked at Fang Daokun and sneered, saying dismissively:

"Once my master and the King of the Underworld shatter your eerie black light, your so-called ancient god power will be useless in his hands!"

After saying that, Tian Cong Lao Dao suddenly made his move, and Tian Hui Lao Dao was also in perfect sync with him, almost simultaneously waving his whisk.

At this moment, Zhou Xingdou did not take the battle between the two old Taoists, Tianhui and Tiancong, and Fang Daokun to heart, because he knew that if he wanted to disrupt the Xuan Tian Dao Sect, Fang Daokun alone would not be enough.

Moreover, when Xuanjizi entered the Dao Lord's Questioning of the Heart, the second half of what he said was, "Those people... have arrived."

However, Zhou Xingdou could only wait helplessly, unable to even leave the Xuan Tian Altar. His power was no longer sufficient in the face of these powerful figures, and even his own battle slaves could no longer get involved.

As Zhou Xingdou had predicted, after receiving the combined attacks from Tianhui and Tiancong Daoists, Fang Daokun sneered:

"Do you really think that no one from my religion has come today? Today you will all die!"

Just then, Zhou Xingdou suddenly sensed an extremely special divine telepathic transmission.

This divine transmission was completely different from what we usually hear; it didn't enter our ears directly, but was transmitted through some mysterious medium.

And this medium was none other than the system!

In an instant, an urgent voice exploded in Zhou Xingdou's mind like a thunderclap:

"Master, hurry! Leave the Xuan Tian Dao Sect immediately! Don't linger for even a moment!"

The voice was filled with anxiety and tension, and it also felt unfamiliar to Zhou Xingdou.

But the only person who can transmit their voice to themselves through the system is their own war slave.

The voice was unfamiliar, one he had never heard before, yet it belonged to his own war slave. Zhou Xingdou guessed who this person was almost without thinking.

It was the war slave he had never seen before, Luo Bailian of the Luo family!

The fact that Luo Bailian was so anxious that he even used the system as a medium to transmit his voice suggests that the Luo family, which had been hiding for countless years, was probably about to make a move.

This undoubtedly made Zhou Xingdou's heart skip a beat, but at this moment, even if he wanted to leave, he could no longer leave. The Xuan Tian Formation was now only for entry and not exit, and even he was no exception.

Zhou Xingdou had to admit that if he stepped out of the protection of the Xuantian Altar, he would become a burden.

However, now that they knew a formidable enemy was approaching, Zhou Xingdou hurriedly shouted to Ning Yueze and Qing Yanjing:

"Aunt Ning, Aunt Jing, hurry back to Jiuxuan Peak and protect the winter clothes."

More than his own safety, Zhou Xingdou was worried about Luo Hanyi. To let his woman get hurt was a sign of a man's incompetence.

Although Little Drill Wind, that monstrous Great Sage War Slave, was still inside Nine Profound Peak, it did not put his mind at ease.

Moreover, he had a premonition that Ning Yue would probably not be able to get involved in the upcoming battle, so it would be better for her and Qing Yanjing to retreat to Jiuxuan Peak and let Qing Yanjing use the Jiuxuan Peak formation to resist the external enemies.

Ning Yue also snapped out of her daze in an instant and immediately understood Zhou Xingdou's meaning. She and Qing Yanjing rushed back to Jiuxuan Peak.

However, just as they arrived at Nine Profound Peak and activated the Nine Profound Formation to its strongest state, something unexpected happened.

Almost every year, the Nine Heavens Immortal Peak, which hangs high in the sky, was suddenly shrouded in a thick black mist!

This black mist seemed to possess a mysterious magic, causing the Nine Heavens Peak formation, which was originally filled with a sacred aura, to become unrecognizable in an instant.

Those originally solemn and sacred runes have now turned into eerie dark divine patterns, and accompanied by a buzzing sound, black mist quickly spreads out.

In the instant the black light intertwined, a deep and dark crack appeared at the bottom of Nine Heavens Peak!

In an instant, the whole world seemed to fall into chaos, and an indescribable ominous aura spread, causing even Zhou Xingdou, who was in the Xuan Tian Altar, to feel a strange sense of oppression and discomfort.

Immediately afterwards, countless dark figures surged out of the enormous crack like a tidal wave, so densely packed that they resembled a swarm of locusts blotting out the sky, swooping down in an overwhelming deluge. As these figures drew closer, people finally saw their true forms—they were cultivators!

However, what is even more chilling is that in this sea of ​​people, which is as dark as locusts, each person is surging with a holy power as vast as the sea.

Their bodies were covered in mysterious, dark patterns, which contained the same eerie power as Fang Daokun's and were constantly flowing within them!

Among the more than a thousand cultivators, not a single one was weaker than a Saint!