Chapter 1 A Hurricane Falls

A hurricane fell from the sky.

It wasn't particularly fierce, but wherever it passed, everything couldn't help but dance wildly with it.

The wind moved, the clouds danced, the heavens changed, sometimes sunny, sometimes rainy, sometimes with lightning flashing, sometimes with hail like a waterfall, all kinds of celestial phenomena appeared above the high sky.

Faintly, it seemed that someone heard the pulse of the earth, as if celestial flowers were falling, as if celestial maidens were playing the zither.

Dead?!

Just like that, dead?!

Across the sky and earth, the Five Continents and Four Seas, countless cultivators who saw this scene couldn't help but be dumbfounded, almost unable to believe their eyes!

More than 20,000 years ago, the three immortals descended and divided the Three Continents and Three Seas, once forcing the Taiji Taoist Temple and the Taiji Divine Court to barely breathe.

As strong as that Wang Lingguan, he had been injured by a single blow from the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi from afar.

Such powerful three banished immortals were once the longing of countless cultivators, and countless monks joined their sect and became enemies with the Taiji Taoist Temple.

For a time, demons danced wildly, obscuring the sun.

But, these three powerful banished immortals actually died so insignificantly, so lightly, with just a breath from the Old Celestial Master?

Who could believe it?

Who would dare to believe it!

Looking at the old Daoist standing with his hands behind his back above the Divine Court, beneath the Heavenly Gate, all the creatures in the world fell into a dead silence.

There was no domineering aura that swallowed thousands of miles, no invincible spirit that swept across everything.

It was just four words, like a chant, and the three banished immortals, once revered as supreme by countless people in the world, had vanished like smoke.

Some great cultivators could even see the shock and disbelief on the faces of the three at that moment.

It seemed that even they had not expected such a consequence.

"No! Impossible! This must be an illusion, an illusion!"

In the boundless sands of the Western Desert, rays of Buddha's light soared into the sky, and hundreds of great monks stepped into the void together, constantly searching in that void.

But what made their hearts tremble was that the aura of their ancestor had completely disappeared, as if it had been completely wiped out from the world by that gust of wind!

"Ancestor!"

Among the islands of the Eastern Sea, sword intents, clouds, and water lights soared into the sky, but like the many great monks, these Daoists were also terrified beyond words.

"Disappearing, spiritual energy, the spiritual energy is disappearing..."

On a solitary island on the coast of the Eastern Sea, an old Daoist who had just woken up looked shaken and muttered to himself, unable to believe everything before his eyes.

Ninety thousand years had passed since the end of the Tenth Epoch.

In the first 60,000 years of the Taiji First Epoch, the Taiji Taoist Temple ruled the world. Wang Lingguan, who had understood the secret of longevity, became the strongest in the world after the Old Celestial Master failed to fight against the heavens.

He opened up the Divine Court in the Great Sun, and the 'Qi Practitioners' under his command dominated the world for 60,000 years.

Once, under the leadership of Wang Lingguan, the various spiritual energies of 'immortals, Buddhas, demons, ghosts, and evils' between heaven and earth were suppressed to an extremely low level.

However, even in the most prosperous era of the Taiji Taoist Temple, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was only suppressed by 'Qi', not truly eliminated.

But at this time, in his perception, heaven and earth were like an indescribably huge millstone, grinding away all kinds of alien spiritual energies in the world at a seemingly slow but actually fast speed!

This was an even more terrifying event than the complete annihilation of the three immortals.

"Spiritual energy..."

His heart trembled. Cultivators in the Western Continent, the South Sea, the Eastern Continent, and other places also sensed this.

But no matter how shaken or unwilling they were, they still suppressed it deep in their hearts in the next moment.

Because between the vibrations of the sky, the light of the sun and moon suddenly shone brightly.

A divine carriage surrounded by ten thousand fires, as huge as stars, pulled by nine crimson flame dragons, guarded by thousands of gods and countless heavenly generals.

Emerged from the Great Sun!

"Finally, I don't have to endure it anymore."

Wang Lingguan, surrounded by a waterfall of divine light, sighed softly to himself: "Unfortunately, Teacher's movements are still faster than mine..."

The divine carriage crossed the sky, its light shining brightly, even more than the sun and moon.

In just an instant, the many monks and Daoists who had risen into the air fell like rain. No matter how furious or roaring they were, they still could not resist this divine light that pressed down horizontally.

"Wang E!!!"

In the boundless sea of the Western Desert, an old monk rose into the air, wrapping hundreds of millions of tons of yellow sand like a dragon, rolling in: "The ancestor is gone, are you still going to kill us all?!

Then let it be a fight to the death!"

Rumble!

The Buddhist sound became even louder, resounding through the clouds. Countless cultivators gazed at the long sky and saw a boundless Buddha shadow standing on the ground, reaching the sky, and a palm covering the sky, slamming towards Wang Lingguan on the divine carriage.

Surrounded by divine light, Wang Lingguan's expression was indifferent, without the slightest change. Only when the Buddha's palm pressed down horizontally did he speak:

"The ancestor bestowed the name, I am Wang Shan!"

His words were like thunder rolling across the sky.

Wang Lingguan pointed a finger across the sky, filling the high sky, like a beam spanning the long sky. With just a press, he shattered the Buddha shadow between heaven and earth.

The remaining force did not diminish, tilting down, and the fingertip pierced through tens of thousands of miles of void, knocking the old monk with a shocked and angry expression from the shattered Buddha shadow out of the sky.

"You!"

The old monk's expression was filled with shock, anger, and despair.

But all his unwillingness and anger were easily punctured like bubbles and illusions under this finger. Like a falling meteor, he crashed heavily into the yellow sand sea.

Stirring up a yellow sand tsunami as high as the sky, boundless giant waves!

"A fight to the death..."

After pointing out a finger, Wang Lingguan's eyes moved slightly, like flames, like a vast ocean: "After years of forbearance, you thought I was as high as you?"

Almost 90,000 years had passed since the ancestor left, and he was no longer the Wang E of the past.

In today's world, except for his teacher, even those three could only compete with him by using those few supreme treasures.

But that was only a possibility.

If it weren't for his teacher's repeated orders, he would have casually strangled these three so-called banished immortals as early as 20,000 years ago.

He shook his head slightly, looked at the fleeing and screaming monks and Daoists in the rolling yellow sand, and lost interest in taking action. He just waved his hand casually.

He ascended to the sky and went straight to the highest point of the clouds, the highest point of the dome, the Divine Court transformed by the ancestor:

"Kill without mercy!"

"Respectfully obey the decree of the Great Lingguan!"

Thousands of gods responded in unison, carrying the heavenly soldiers behind them and falling from the sky, stirring up boundless war and killing aura.

Pouring into the Western Desert and the Eastern Continent.

Rumble!

The boundless earth was filled with war again, and raging flames of war spread from the Western Continent and the Eastern Sea to other continents, a bloody and vast purge.

Had begun!

"The land is devastated, there is no time to repair it one by one..."

Looking at the bloodshed and warfare on the earth, a ripple appeared in the depths of Sa Wuling's eyes in front of the Nantian Gate (Southern Heavenly Gate).

If possible, he really didn't want to be so cruel.

Because this world had experienced too much suffering, but unfortunately...

In front of the Divine Court, Wang Lingguan stopped in front of the Nantian Gate, without stepping into the Divine Court. Gou Huang, who came with him, also did not step forward.

The Taiji Divine Court had been opened for tens of thousands of years, but except for Sa Wuling, no one from the Taiji Taoist Temple dared to ascend to the Divine Court.

Because that was the ancestor's remains.

"Teacher..."

Wang Lingguan bowed slightly.

Sa Wuling seemed to feel something, stared up, as if he had traveled through endless time and space, and saw a large bird with wings spread out like the sky, with endless grace in its body.

The big bird lowered its eyes, as if surprised.