Now, among all the heavens and the worlds, the Dark Red King has the greatest reputation. He has countless minions under his command. In order to completely perfect his thinking and consciousness, he keeps conquering the world, destroying the star field, destroying the kingdom of God, annihilating the fairyland, and harvesting the souls of the strong.
And this process has been going on for tens of millions of years.
Although the Dark Crimson King only controls twenty worlds, he has destroyed countless worlds. The stars have been extinguished, the gods and immortals have fallen asleep, and hundreds of billions and trillions of material lives have turned into nothingness.
The Grand Patriarch of the Shengyin Sect, as a half-step celestial being who had experienced the cycle of fate, naturally had heard of this.
"This...this is impossible! The galaxy where the Great Light Palace is located is completely far away from the Dark Crimson King's sphere of influence. No matter what, he can't possibly extend his tentacles here." Hearing the words of his great-grandmaster, the long-bearded old man was shocked at first, then shook his head repeatedly. "Besides, due to the restrictions of the rules, the Dark Crimson King can't possibly infiltrate here."
Even if it is the Dao Lord, it is impossible to swallow up all the heavens and worlds. He can only nibble away at them step by step. Moreover, the process of nibbling away is too long, longer than the soul limit of a half-step celestial immortal.
"You're right, but I do sense the aura of Hell. The fluctuations of this aura are almost at the level of an Earthly Immortal. Although it doesn't pose a big threat for the time being, it can't be underestimated."
A half-step celestial being is already at the demigod level, and is not far from the throne of the true god. When his power can be fully manifested, he will naturally not be afraid of any legendary creature.
But if the opponent carries the aura of the rules of Hell, even the Grand Elder of the Shengyin Sect would have to take it seriously. Hell is one of the places of origin, representing the rules of darkness, death, and destruction.
"In that case, how about I personally investigate the source of this fluctuation?" The long-bearded old man lowered his head in silence for a moment before turning his gaze to the great-grandmaster beside him. "Great-grandmaster, you are a half-step celestial being, deeply trapped in the cycle of fate. The calamity you are involved in is too deep. Don't leave it prematurely unless it is absolutely necessary."
It would be even more difficult to involve my uncle-master if he was involved with the minions suspected to be the Dark Red King. At my uncle-master's level, every move he made would backfire on his fate.
In the cycle of fate, all half-step immortals and demigods can hardly escape. Once they fail, they will have to spend a long time going back and waiting for the next cycle of fate.
But each time you look back, it will be more difficult than the last time, until it is finally lost in the river of time.
"Don't worry, Lin Chen, I'm naturally aware of this." The young man's expression remained unchanged, and he simply said softly, "It's not just me. The two ancestors of Taiqing Dao and Wanyue Sect, as well as the few foreign demigods who came in, are all secretly biding their time. The closer it gets to this point, the less likely anyone will dare to act rashly."
These sects knew in advance that once the Great Light Palace was opened, it would inevitably become the center of the most chaotic vortex, and all disputes and disasters would arise.
"According to the sect's secret records, the Great Bright Palace was once part of the Heavenly Court. Deep within the palace lie not only the remains of the Angri Star Lord, but also the remnants of the essence of the Lords of the Twenty-Eight Constellations."
"When our sect's founder was dying, he told me to become a Half-Step Celestial Immortal. This is the limit of life that can be achieved within the Great Light Palace. Only then will I be qualified to compete for the origin of the Twenty-Eight Constellations."
"Besides, my Shengyin sect must strive to obtain the original rules of the Seven Western Constellations. When the seven major constellations of Kui, Lou, Wei, Mao, Bi, Zi, and Shen are united, they can be transformed into the White Tiger Heavenly Spirit, one of the Four Symbols. Only in this way can we restore the glory of the White Tiger Palace in ancient times."
Yin corresponds to the tiger in the Chinese zodiac, and the current Shengyin School is a tradition inherited from the ancient White Tiger Temple.
Upon hearing this, the long-bearded old man known as Lin Chen became a little excited. "Uncle Master, you are the incarnation of the innate tiger spirit. As long as you obtain the origins of these seven constellations, you will become the new generation of White Tiger Heavenly Spirit. Whether you fight for the origins of other constellations or not is irrelevant."
"The origin of the stars... is my opportunity, but also my calamity." The jade-like youth sighed, then transformed once again into a statue with a human face and a tiger body. A faint voice came from within: "You should secretly observe the movements of the various factions. For now, do not act rashly, lest you become a target of public criticism."
"This is a catastrophe. You and I are both in danger of perishing. Be careful."
The old man with a long beard looked deeply at the statue, and his figure gradually became transparent and blurred: "Yes, I will obey the order of my uncle-master."
In addition to some unusual movements in the Shengyin Sect, the same was true for other sects in Tianguang City. Many of them had powerful earthly immortals going out to lurk, collecting all kinds of information while avoiding direct conflicts with outsiders.
There are not many powerful earthly immortals in the Great Light Palace. They are all ancestors who have lived for a long time. Ordinary disciples of the sect will never see their appearance from birth to death.
But now the catastrophe is about to come, and these ancestors who have never appeared in the world are all born to face the catastrophe.
Among them, the most quiet and motionless one was the Taiqing Dao. Whether it was the opening of the Great Light Palace, the entry of outsiders, the spread of the plague in the Lightless City, or the spreading black clouds, these various events did not attract the attention of the True Lords of the Taiqing Dao.
They just quietly practiced in the quiet room, as if all the ups and downs in the outside world had nothing to do with them.
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Hundreds of kilometers away from Tianguang City, the Bailin Mountains.
At this moment, under the corrosion of the terrifying black cloud, the entire mountain range has been completely melted. No matter the rocks on the mountain, the continuous forests, or even some powerful monsters, they have all turned into dust under this black cloud that swallows the sky and spit out the earth.
Everything cannot escape the path of extinction.
The oxygen in the air has been completely corroded and polluted by the high-temperature toxic cloud. Once ordinary people enter the area covered by the black cloud, they will probably be melted without leaving even a bone.
Amidst the ear-piercing crash, several extremely unwilling and angry roars were heard from the dark clouds. In just a moment, a huge snake, black and corroded with blood and flesh, with half of its skeleton exposed, jumped out from the clouds and flew towards Tianguang City at an extremely fast speed.
"Want to escape?"
Above the huge black cloud, three scarlet pupils suddenly opened, and a huge rabbit claw made of black cloud suddenly stretched out and grabbed directly to the place where the big snake was escaping.
The rabbit's claws covered the sky and stretched for thousands of meters. With one claw, all things were annihilated. The earth covered by it became dark, the day turned into night, and all things were distorted. The wailing of countless creatures could be heard faintly in the air.
The destructive power brought by the power of annihilation has already exceeded Xu Xianxian's original imagination.
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