This primordial world is not serious!

Chapter 1131 - 518: Three Thousand Demon Gods; Uniting the True Realm [9k]_4

Upon hearing this, Wang Shu's eyes, as cold and clear as the moon, showed not a ripple of emotion.

She simply raised the Immortal Sword in her hand, the tip pointing directly at the two, and said in a cold voice:

"Today, we shall see which is stronger, Taiyin or Taiyang."

"As for Yin Yang Coexistence... are you even worthy?"

With words unspoken, another great battle erupted!

Meanwhile, in another Chaos Forbidden Domain filled with fierce winds and turbulence, a thrilling chase unfolded.

The Netherworld River Sect Master, standing on the Twelve-Grade Karma Fire Red Lotus and holding the supreme treasures Yuan Tu and Avici, exuded a murderous aura as he relentlessly pursued the elusive figure ahead.

"You damned Demon God, how cowardly! If you have the guts, stop running!!" The Netherworld River roared in anger.

His forte was frontal combat, and he detested slippery opponents like this.

Before him, the figure of the Wind Demon God moved gracefully through the chaotic qi flows, as though strolling through a garden.

Holding a Jingfeng Pearl emitting a cyan halo, he wore a nonchalant smile and lazily opened his mouth: "Death is like the wind, always by my side."

"Friend, if you have the skill, catch up to me."

"Alright!"

Suddenly, the Netherworld River ceased his pursuit.

Stopping in his tracks, a strange smile appeared on his face.

He suddenly waved his hand, and a blood-red flag soared into the sky!

"Asura Blood Sea Formation! Rise!"

In an instant, the whole Chaos Forbidden Domain was engulfed in endless bloody wind and rain!

The Wind Demon God frowned, stopping to cautiously look around.

From all directions, in the surging Blood Sea, blood-red figures identical to the Netherworld River Sect Master slowly emerged.

Thousands, tens of thousands, boundless and endless!

"Damn! You... you're a Blood Demon!" The Wind Demon God turned pale at this sight.

Without hesitation, he immediately wielded the Jingfeng Pearl, transforming into a breeze to flee.

The face of the Netherworld River turned utterly black.

"You illiterate Demon God! This is called the Blood God Child! Blood! God! Child!"

With a roar, he issued the maddest command.

"Ten billion eighty million Blood God Children! Sacrifice for me..."

Boom—!!!

The terrifying tide of blood, in that moment, engulfed everything!

The self-destructive power even blasted a giant hole in the Chaos Forbidden Domain!

"Tsk tsk tsk, resorting to suicide at every turn, truly devoid of any sense of art."

At the edge of this destructive storm, a crisp voice filled with joy and laziness quietly sounded.

Meng Wuyou, clad in a magnificent red dress as if in a dream, holding a vibrant Other Shore Flower, elegantly and beautifully walked along the boundary between reality and the Dream Realm, watching this "fireworks feast" with interest.

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The war fires of All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds burned ever more fiercely.

Da Luo shed blood, the Universe collapsed, and on the Space-Time River, every wave reflected the rise and fall of civilizations and the demise of God Demons.

The deities of the Primordial, with unprecedented determination and will, engaged in the bloodiest battles with the returning chaotic tides.

The Phoenix Clan's Nirvana Fire purified one polluted Star Domain after another.

The Four Seas coalition of the Dragon Clan, amidst the roaring Ruishui River, swept countless Demon Gods into silence.

Wang Shu's Taiyin Divine Light and the Blood Sea Asura of the Netherworld River both became nightmares that the Chaos Demon Gods could not dispel.

The battle appeared to be locked in a feverish stalemate.

The attacks of the Chaos Demon Gods, like an endless tide, came one after another, fearless of death, as if their numbers were infinite, their will unbreakable.

Yet beneath the surface of this tumultuous war spanning all of space-time, a grander and more fatal conspiracy was silently unfolding.

The top Chaos Demon Gods battling them on the battlefield, though still formidable and their moves vicious, lacked the most essential "self" Spiritual Light in their Dao Rhyme.

They resembled Dao Body puppets infused with immense power and battle instincts.

"They are shedding their skins like cicadas."

Daoist Lord Yu Chen's gaze pierced through the endless war fog, falling on the more distant and profound Sea of Chaos Origin.

"Leaving all the commotion on stage, while the true protagonists have quietly retreated backstage." Taishang's voice echoed through time past.

"They are about to complete the most crucial step." Xuanqing spoke leisurely, showing no intention of obstruction.

In a realm far removed from all battlefields, in the absolute void and silence of the Chaos core.

Here, there was no time, no space, no light, nor darkness.

Only the purest "nothing" from before Creation.

Yet today, this eternally unchanged "nothing" was shattered by wills strong enough to reverse the Chaos and recreate heaven and earth.

Portentous figures, exuding different Great Dao auras but equally ancient and vast, quietly emerged from the void.

The Space Demon God tore through the dimensions, stepping forth, behind him an enigmatic Universe ceasing and birthing countless worlds.

The Time Demon God manipulated causality, treading the waves, beneath him a Time River flowing endlessly yet wholly independent of the Primordial Space-Time River.

The Fate Demon God, the Karma Demon God, the Reincarnation Demon God, the Creation Demon God...