At the same time as the sky collapsed, the Celestial Clan, spiritual practitioners, the Divine Palace, and the Thousand-Eyed Demon were all in a panic and in a state of panic. Adjacent to the Jin family's forbidden area, outside a huge basin that had been isolated by countless restrictions, Ying Xiu'er snuggled in General Jiao's arms, looking at the blood-red light curtains in front of her with a smile.

Thick blood-colored light curtains wrapped the huge basin tightly, layer upon layer. Blood-colored runes ranging from several feet to several meters long slowly slid down from top to bottom. The purple talisman with a dragon head and a phoenix tail, which was twisted and hideous and exuded endless malice, shook its head and tail like a living thing, with a solemn aura that made people breathless.

One suit of armor after another was quietly suspended in the blood-red light curtain.

These armors were about a hundred feet high, with hollow faces and only a slowly rotating blood-colored cloud. These armors ignored Ying Xiu'er and General Jiao standing outside the light curtain, as well as the large group of ancient Qin warriors behind them, standing there like pure decorations.

“Blood Soul Puppet Generals!” General Jiao looked at the huge armors with great interest. He muttered to himself, “There are so many of the most notorious undead warriors of the Celestial Clan placed here. This must be their most important and vulnerable place.”

Ying Xiu'er laughed 'chichi', her pretty face full of charm.

She glanced at General Jiao and whispered, "Isn't it? Xiu'er's people spent countless efforts and hard work to find out that this is where the Celestial Clan imprisoned the ancient gods."

With a flickering gaze, Ying Xiuer looked at the heavy blood-colored light curtain and said in a deep voice: "The ancient gods were born from the will of heaven and earth. They are immortal and indestructible. The Celestial Clan defeated the ancient gods, but they did not defeat them."

"The ancient gods are the hub of heaven and earth. The entire world is built on their bodies and wills. If they are killed, this world will completely collapse. Therefore, the Celestial Clan can only seal these ancient gods up, extract their essence day and night, condense them into 'Demon God Essence', and refine various elixirs for their own use."

Ying Xiuer's eyes flashed with an extremely fanatical light, and she said hurriedly: "I heard that the leaders of the Celestial Clan and the Spiritual Cultivators are trying to replace the ancient gods. They want to turn themselves into the hub of heaven and earth and turn their own will into the will of heaven and earth... If they succeed..."

General Jiao gently patted Ying Xiu'er's shoulder and laughed in a low voice: "If they succeed, it's a pity that they haven't succeeded yet. I can still feel that the breath of this world is still ancient and primitive. Although there are traces of external erosion, they are just traces."

"Fortunately, they didn't succeed. Otherwise, I would have been seriously injured and fell into this place. I wouldn't have been able to meet you, Xiu'er, and I would have been reduced to ashes." General Jiao had a look of shock on his face, and his body couldn't help but tremble: "Fortunately, they didn't succeed, so I had a chance to survive."

Holding General Jiao's arms gently with both hands, Ying Xiu'er said with a smile: "Since you survived, it's their turn to be unlucky!"

General Jiao smiled particularly brightly. He took out a black gourd and pulled out the plug of the gourd. Suddenly, a group of thumb-sized strange insects, which were completely black but crystal clear as if made of black crystal, shaped like longhorn beetles, with their membranous wings flapping rapidly on their backs and flying at an extremely fast speed, flew out.

These insects circled and danced in the air, creating dim black lights.

General Jiao shouted softly, and the insects quickly pounced on the blood-colored light curtains. With crisp "click" sounds, they gnawed at the light curtains. Pieces of the blood-colored light curtains were quickly peeled off as if they were real. Soon, a corridor opened on the light curtains that was large enough to accommodate dozens of people walking side by side.

“When it comes to destroying restrictions and collapsing laws, my clan is blessed with natural abilities!” General Jiao narrowed his eyes, with thin black lights rapidly flowing under his skin. He hugged Ying Xiu’er and whispered, “Let’s go in secretly while they are not paying attention, and don’t make any noise. These blood soul puppets… hehe, they are nothing but trash if they are not activated!”

Ying Xiu'er carefully held General Jiao's arm and walked into the bloody corridor step by step.

Just as General Jiao said, those blood soul puppets did not move at all. Even when General Jiao deliberately walked between the legs of a huge blood soul puppet, the blood soul puppet remained motionless, completely like a dead object.

A large group of Daqin warriors, as well as clan elders such as Shang Ling and Shang Yun curiously followed General Jiao into the basin.

Half an hour later, a thunderous sound that shook the earth was heard from the distant void.

On the bronze sacred tree that had stood in this basin for who knows how many years, several oil lamps at the highest point suddenly went out.

Along with a terrifying roar, huge cracks appeared in the void near the bronze sacred tree. The terrifying spatial cracks even broke the black chaotic void apart. Countless large and small mountains, countless strange-shaped rocks, rivers, and lakes appeared...

In short, countless strange and bizarre debris gushed out from these space cracks like rain.

Angry roars were heard from the faraway sky, and dozens of giant hands with a radius of a thousand feet and glittering lights, holding various weapons and magic treasures that exuded terrifying power, came whistling down from the distant sky.

A giant figure over ten thousand feet tall flashed out, his entire body was scarlet, and his blood and flames rose up like a wolf smoke for tens of thousands of miles. Behind him followed thousands of tall figures that were also surrounded by blood and flames.

“Fight… Grant you, the evil demons who defy the heavens, death!” The huge blood-red figure muttered in a low voice: “However, since that battle that year, I told myself not to be reckless or rash again! Use your brain to fight! Humph, use your brain to fight!”

"So, this time...I won't fight with you lowly villains until I regain my peak strength!"

The red figure roared, waved his hand, and led thousands of subordinates behind him into a space crack, quickly disappearing without a trace.

Dozens of huge hands were still a million miles away from the bronze sacred tree. A tall figure covered in gray mist and with the void around him constantly shaking appeared quietly.

“That war-crazed stubborn guy knows how to avoid the strong and attack the weak, let alone me who is ten thousand times smarter than him?” The gray figure smiled calmly and said softly, “War requires warriors… This idiot, he just took such a small number of people with him? The people of the six paths in the barrier are just the best candidates for reserve warriors.”

With a wave of his hand, the gray figure opened up cracks in the space and took out small worlds from the Six Paths Demon-Sealing Barrier one after another. Then, he disappeared leisurely and calmly with thousands of his subordinates.

Then, a tall figure with starlight all over his body flashed by, turned into a cold light and shot straight into the sky, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

The next few figures moved in a mysterious way. No one knew where they came from or where they were going. They just flashed out of nowhere and disappeared.

Dozens of huge hands slapped down from the sky in frustration. The lights on the top of the bronze sacred tree had gone out, and countless tiny cracks appeared on the bronze lamps. The ancient gods imprisoned inside had disappeared without a trace.