Puff!
A soft sound.
The seemingly indestructible Daoist phantom, imbued with boundless purple energy, melted instantly upon contact with this golden light, like snow under the blazing sun.
The massive Dharma seal shattered in an instant.
The purple aura that filled the sky was forcibly dispersed by that golden light, turning into nothingness.
"puff!"
The old Taoist priest was struck as if by lightning, and he was sent flying backward, spitting out blood that stained his Taoist robe red.
He crashed heavily onto the Dao Palace Square, his breath instantly becoming extremely weak.
"Uncle-Master!"
"Elder!"
The Taoist disciple let out a shrill scream, his eyes filled with despair.
Even their strongest elder couldn't withstand a single finger from the opponent.
The Douluo Continent was in an uproar.
"How is this possible?!"
Ma Hongjun was so startled that he dropped the chicken leg he was holding on the ground.
"That old Taoist priest looked so fierce, but he was killed instantly with a single finger?"
"Is this the difference between a firefly and the bright moon...?"
Ning Fengzhi's face was deathly pale, and the scepter in his hand trembled slightly.
The gap is too big.
It was so large that it instilled despair, so large that it left one with no thought of resistance.
"A powerhouse of this level, Rongrong..."
Ning Fengzhi dared not think any further.
In the picture.
Jin Yao stood atop the clouds, looking down at the Daoist disciples who were like ants.
He enjoyed the thrill of having control over life and death.
"I am from the Golden Imperial Clan of another realm, and I bear royal blood."
"Under the glory of the imperial family, your so-called Taoist methods are nothing but a joke."
Jin Yao's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly resonated throughout the entire Qingwei Heaven.
It was a suppression from the depths of one's bloodline.
After saying that.
Jin Yao's hands quickly changed into hand seals.
An ancient, obscure, and extremely evil aura erupted from him.
"Use the beings of this world as a sacrifice to open a passage between the two worlds!"
"Get up!"
Rumble!
The entire land of Qingwei Heaven began to tremble violently.
The once azure sky was suddenly shrouded in a pitch-black shadow.
That's not a dark cloud.
That's a projection of another world.
The projection was filled with an eerie and ominous aura, as if countless greedy eyes were watching this place.
Vast swathes of land began to crack, and the entire immortal mountain where the Daoist sect was located, under the pull of this force, slowly detached from the ground and flew towards that dark, alien projection.
Darkness surged in like a tide, swallowing up the surrounding light.
Every inch of space seemed to be wailing.
It was a terror that sent shivers down your spine.
"Ah! My hand!"
A Taoist disciple accidentally came into contact with a trace of black energy, and his entire arm instantly withered, turned into black ash, and disappeared.
"What the hell is this thing?!"
"No! I don't want to die!"
Panic erupted instantly.
Ning Rongrong huddled behind a pillar in the Taoist palace, her delicate body trembling uncontrollably.
She had been pampered since childhood and had never seen such a hellish scene.
The sacred place that was just moments ago filled with ethereal beauty has instantly transformed into a battlefield of carnage.
The gaping hole in the sky looked like a giant mouth ready to devour its prey.
"Dad... Grandpa Sword... Grandpa Bone..."
"Help!"
"Waaaaah... I don't want to die here..."
Ning Rongrong cried her heart out, tears streaming down her face, and helplessly hugged her knees.
This is not paradise, this is hell!
...
A deathly silence and despair filled the entire Taoist community.
The old Taoist priest struggled to stand up, but was powerless to do so.
He looked at the darkness that was closing in on him, and two streams of bloody tears flowed from his eyes.
"Does Heaven intend to destroy my Taoist sect?"
"My Lord Immortal King! Where are you?!"
"Please, Your Majesty, intervene and save the billions of lives in Qingwei Heaven!"
The old Taoist priest's mournful roar sounded especially desolate in the wind.
On the Douluo Continent side...
Everyone's hearts sank to the bottom.
Tang San stared intently at the screen, his fists clenched until they turned white.
"It's no use..."
"That golden-armored man is too strong, and his spatial abilities are simply beyond human capability to resist."
"That world... is too dangerous."
Master Yu Xiaogang also sighed dejectedly.
"This is the cruelty of higher planes."
"The strong prey on the weak; there's no logic to it."
Inside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
The Seven Kill Sword Martial Soul in Sword Douluo Chen Xin's hand even let out a mournful cry.
He looked at the trembling girl in the picture, his heart breaking.
"Rongrong..."
She was the apple of his eye, the girl he watched grow up.
Now he is about to suffer such a calamity in another world, and he, the titled Douluo with the strongest attack power, can only watch helplessly, unable to do anything.
despair.
asphyxia.
Just when everyone thought the outcome was already decided and the Taoist sect was doomed to perish.
The barrage of comments above the screen suddenly started scrolling wildly.
"Look!"
"What is that?!"
"East! Look east!"
In the picture.
Suddenly, a bluish light appeared on the eastern horizon, which had been swallowed by darkness.
It wasn't a blinding golden light, nor was it an eerie black light.
Rather, it is a vibrant, Taoist-inspired cyan.
Thump.
A soft sound.
It's like a drop of water falling onto a calm lake.
It was like someone's footsteps, treading on the heartbeat of heaven and earth.
The space, which had been restless and on the verge of collapse, miraculously calmed down after that soft sound.
The approaching dark, alien projection seemed to have encountered its natural enemy, and instantly stopped advancing.
Everyone subconsciously swallowed.
Countless eyes were fixed on that direction.
All that could be seen was a sky full of blue light.
A giant, illusory blue lotus slowly bloomed.
The blue lotus has three leaves, which embodies the principle that the Tao gives birth to one, one gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, and three gives birth to all things.
A chaotic aura swirled within, dispelling the overwhelming darkness.
On that blue lotus.
A figure dressed in pristine white robes is descending from the sky.
He walked very slowly, but with each step he took, a small golden lotus would bloom beneath his feet to support his feet.
Every step is like a lotus blooming.
The Emperor Lotus stands tall under the eternal blue sky.
"This is..."
On the Taoist square, the old Taoist priest, who had been despondent, suddenly had an unprecedented brilliance burst forth in his cloudy old eyes when he saw this familiar strange phenomenon.
Despite his severe injuries, he struggled to his feet and kowtowed heavily in that direction.
"It's the Celestial King!"
"Evergreen Immortal King!"
"I knew it... I knew the Celestial King wouldn't abandon us!"
Upon hearing this name, the other Taoist disciples trembled with excitement and knelt down in unison.
In this moment filled with despair.
That name is our only hope.
It is the only faith.
"The Evergreen Immortal King? Is that the person who defeated the Golden King at the Evergreen Immortal Palace?"
"My goodness, this is such a grand display!"
"Is this the so-called eternal green phenomenon? Just looking at it, I can feel my soul power circulating faster!"
(End of chapter)