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As the Slow Sword Domain shattered, Li Sisui collapsed, unconscious. The members of the Hidden Moon Sect were completely stunned. Having spent so much time with their senior brother, this was the first time they had seen him in such a sorry state. The number one sect of Mount Fugu was indeed not something that Saint Hill could withstand...
Even the senior brother who kept creating miracles finally fell at the feet of the Tianmen Sect. The Yanyue Sect was completely finished. They hadn't felt this way when the sect was destroyed and the disciples were killed before, because they still had the senior brother, the man who kept creating miracles!
But now, seeing the man who had become a miracle in their eyes unable to defeat the only son of the Heavenly Gate Sect and fall with a thud, the Hidden Moon Sect has completely collapsed from this moment on...
Feng Teng Dao Ren's face, which had not yet dried, was once again soaked with tears. It wasn't that he was sad for Li Si Sui, but just thinking that before the Yan Yue Sect could even take off, it would be smashed to pieces, his tears flowed again uncontrollably. His master's prophecy was indeed very harmful!
The colossal, world-destroying handprint that blotted out the sky in mid-air was burned through by a wisp of purple flame, startling Wu Tianzi into hastily retracting it. The world-destroying handprint was entirely formed from his cultivation; if it were completely burned away by this strange purple flame, it would be a huge loss. Retracting it early would make it easy to recover later. But what on earth was that thing that bastard threw out at the end? Even I, this young master, have never seen or heard of it before.
After the World-Destroying Great Handprint was withdrawn by the Emperor Wutian, the purple flames did not disappear. They floated quietly in mid-air. Before everyone could react, a thunderclap suddenly exploded, startling everyone!
Immediately afterward, the dense clouds and mist of the Heaven-Binding Array could not conceal the thunder drawn by the purple flames. In an instant, thunder rumbled and the weather changed drastically. The purple flames, taking advantage of the wind and thunder, grew larger and larger. Under the stunned gaze of everyone, they rumbled into a huge figure that stretched across the sky and the earth!
With a loud bang, the Heaven-Binding Formation collapsed. The Purple Fire Demon Shadow was too enormous, exceeding the Heaven-Binding Formation's limit. Everyone in the Primordial Academy, including Guang Bai, couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, their eyes filled with disbelief. What happened today?
The Heaven-Binding Formation, which was once considered a miracle in their hearts, was broken time and time again today. If the person from the Hidden Moon Sect who broke the formation before was considered to have a clever trick, then the towering demon statue in front of them was completely unreasonable and directly crushed them!
Centered on the Valley of Saints, the spiritual energy within a radius of a hundred miles was completely emptied. The purplish-black, sky-covering demonic statue, with the force of splitting the heavens and earth, burst into everyone's sight. At this moment, all cultivators felt a tremor from their souls. The demonic energy was terrifying and capable of destroying the heavens and the earth!
Guang Bai hadn't even had time to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth before he leaped to Wu Tianzi's side, his face grave as he said:
"This... if I'm not mistaken, it should be the legendary Mountain Statue!"
"The Golem from Beyond the Mountains?"
Not only was the Emperor completely bewildered, but Lingquan and Qingdai were also shocked, instinctively glancing at Guangbai. Among the group, Guangbai was the oldest and most experienced. Seeing everyone looking at him, Guangbai swallowed hard and hesitated slightly before saying:
"I've only heard about it, and to say I've actually seen it is a first for me. I never thought I'd see a demonic cultivator again in my lifetime!"
"Demon cultivators? What kind of nonsense is that? Isn't everyone in the world cultivating immortality? Where did these demons come from!"
Ling Quan was shocked, but he still didn't hold back and retorted instinctively. Guang Bai gave him a deep look, looking surprised and uncertain:
"Long, long ago, so long ago that even the Sage's Hill didn't exist, it's said that back then, this world wasn't just inhabited by cultivators of immortality. There were also demon cultivators who could become demons with just a trace of obsession—the demonic cultivators I mentioned earlier. There were also those who climbed mountains with their powerful physical bodies, and others who ascended to heaven from the ground with their vast divine senses. In short, there were all sorts of cultivation methods, a dazzling array that made one's head spin. It was a chaotic era where heroes rose up, slaying immortals and demons, and also an era fraught with danger, where death was the only certainty..."
Guang Bai sighed deeply. With just a few words, he instilled in everyone a strange mix of fear and anticipation about that distant era. He paused, then continued:
"But later, I don't know what happened, but this world was left with only the cultivation method, and the surroundings were filled with immortal energy. In the end, it became the world that you and I see today. Under our feet is Wulipo, and above our heads is Fugushan. There is one mountain after another, and above Fugushan is the so-called Shura Ridge!"
In short, the world is not actually as it appears to everyone...
"What exactly is this thing?!"
Wu Tianzi clearly didn't have much patience and interrupted Guang Bai's next words. He pointed to the mountain demon statue that stretched across the sky and earth not far away and asked in an annoyed tone, "If this thing hadn't appeared, I would have already crushed Li Sisui to death. Why would I need to listen to this old guy's story?"
"Uh... Your Majesty, this should be a demonic talisman personally refined by the Demon Ancestor using his own essence and blood. Look at the shimmering purplish-black demonic patterns on it, there's no mistake. Judging from the size of this demonic statue, it's conservatively estimated that it was also made by the Demon Ancestor. Just considering the solidity of this demonic statue, it's not something an ordinary demonic cultivator could refine. Although Your Majesty's cultivation is extraordinary, if I may be so bold, Your Majesty is no match for this demonic statue. You should stop now to avoid any further complications!"
Emperor Wutian's face showed displeasure, but he had to admit that the old man's words were true. However, upon seeing Li Sisui lying unconscious at the feet of the demon statue, he instantly became fierce again, gritting his teeth and saying:
"If this scum isn't eliminated and this whore isn't killed, how will I have the face to return to the Heavenly Gate Sect? How will I explain to my father that I went down the mountain without permission this time! Humph!"
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