While Su Ming was listening to Bai Ling's murmurs in the pit on the broken planet in True Morning Dao World, there was a place that was incredibly strange even to the four Great True Worlds and Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos in what had once been the Immortals' territory.
That place was the homeland in Su Ming's memories … Yin Death Region!
The entrance to Yin Death Region in the galaxy was a vortex that seemed to have no end. At that moment, even though there were countless hurricanes howling outside the vortex, the vortex of World power that could destroy cultivators and planets … could not shake Yin Death Vortex at all. It could only sweep outwards, but could not be pulled into the vortex at all.
There were an unknown number of dimensions in Yin Death Vortex, and there were numerous races living in them. The land of Berserkers was just one of the dimensions and one of the races.
At that moment, there was a fiery red world in one of the many dimensions. The sky was red, and the ground was red. Endless seas of fire filled the world. They swept up hot wind and stirred up piercing flames, causing the world to look like the Nine Flames Hell!
At this moment, on this hell-like land, there was a mountain that was surrounded by flames. It was a volcano, a volcano that had not been extinguished for countless years. Within it, there was a majestic pool of flames. The pool of flames gave off a red glow, causing the interior of the volcano to be dyed dark red.
There was a purple coffin floating in the lake of fire. No one knew how long it had been there, but judging by the ancient air spreading out from it, it was tens of thousands of years old.
There were countless runic symbols branded on the coffin. They would shine once every nine breaths, as if there was no end to them. They would shine for eternity … but suddenly, banging sounds came from the coffin. For the first time in countless years, the rhythm of the runic symbols flashing on the coffin changed, causing them to no longer flicker once every nine breaths, but eight breaths.
As the banging sounds grew louder, it was as if someone was bombarding the coffin nonstop. The flickering of the runic symbols on the coffin changed rapidly. From eight breaths, it became seven breaths, then six breaths. When it reached three breaths, the coffin would flash, and at the instant it let out a loud rumble, the coffin suddenly let out a loud bang.
In the mid of that bang, the coffin's lid rose swiftly and slowly floated in midair. At the same time, the lake of fire around it started tumbling about violently, as if there was a roar coming from within it. At that moment, an arm stretched out from the coffin.
It was an emaciated arm with fingers spread out from the coffin. The instant it stretched out from the coffin, all the lava in the volcano erupted. The entire land outside roared, and the sky trembled violently. Red clouds immediately appeared above the volcano.
It was as if the entire world was instantly affected the moment the arm stretched out from the coffin. Soon after, the arm that stretched out from the coffin slowly clenched its five fingers into a fist. Immediately, all the flames and heat in the world seemed to instantly surge towards the arm in a frenzy.
All of this happened in the time it took for the arm to clench its fist. If anyone looked down from the highest point in the world, they would be able to clearly see the sea of fire in the entire world surging backwards. Wherever the flames passed, the earth would lose all heat and turn black.
At the same time, all the flames, including the fire clouds in the sky, were absorbed by the volcano and gathered in the palm of the arm. When the person clenched it, a crimson pearl appeared in his palm.
There was a sea of fire tumbling about inside the pearl, and fire clouds swam about. It was like a world of its own.
A sigh came from the coffin. Gradually, a tall figure sat up from the coffin. When he stood up, a crimson robe appeared on his body. That robe was no ordinary robe. It was … an Emperor's robe!
A crown appeared on the person's head, giving him the domineering air of an emperor. It was an oppressive aura that filled the entire volcano and the entire world.
"Failed, huh …?" the person mumbled softly. There was a strange, awe-inspiring tone in his voice, as if he was looking down on the world. It was as if when he said the word 'failed', no one would be able to sense a hint of regret in his voice.
"I guessed a long time ago that the chances of success were too low. That Su Xuan Yi is an ambitious and ruthless person, so how could he not have any backup plans? But my original plan was to find out exactly what Su Xuan Yi was planning.
"An enemy that I cannot see clearly is the most terrifying, and an enemy that I can see clearly is not terrifying.
"This plan has always been to lure out Su Xuan Yi's plan and let me know just what he wants to do …" As he spoke, the man in the Emperor's robe and crown slowly lifted his head to reveal his face. He … was Di Tian!
Perhaps more accurately speaking, his appearance was the exact same as Di Tian's. However, his face was slightly more ancient, and the domineering air around him was stronger. The feeling that his level of cultivation was stronger as well!
"He used a fragmented soul that flew out of my body as a test. If he succeeded, it would be for the best, but if he failed, it's fine as well. It's just a mere Immortals' Union. It's fine even if we lose it," the man said flatly. A glint appeared in his eyes, and he lifted his head to look at the sky beyond the volcano. Gradually, a hint of a smile appeared at the corners of his lips.
"Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, my fellow Daoists, have you rested well?" His voice traveled through the world and echoed in Yin Death Vortex. After a moment, powerful ripples of power charged out from the seven dimensions in Yin Death Vortex.
There were also terrifying divine senses that touched each other, as if they were communicating with each other. After a long while, those divine senses disappeared one after another and returned to their own worlds. Yin Death Vortex also gradually calmed down.
"It's just as I thought. Let's let Su Xuan Yi change himself outside. We don't need to go out so soon. Let him continue with his plan, and at the final moment, we'll let him know … that everything he did was just a joke." Di Tian smiled faintly and slowly lay down in the coffin again. He unfurled his right palm, causing the crimson pearl to spread out, and the world was filled with a sea of fire once again.
"My injuries have already completely recovered ten thousand years ago … Avacaniya … Avacaniya … I've already reached the borders. Give me some more time, and perhaps I will truly have the right … to cross that threshold. I have to thank you for this, Su Xuan Yi …" Di Tian mumbled. The lid of the coffin fell with a bang. Once it sealed the coffin, it slowly sank back into the lake of fire and disappeared without a trace.
…..
"Damn the Immortals' Union! Damn Morning Dao Sect! Damn the universe! Damn the whirlwind!" In a similarly shattered planet in True Morning Dao World was a young man dressed in black robes. He looked incredibly disheveled, but there was madness in his eyes. He lifted his arms towards the sky as if he was holding it up, then threw his head back and roared.
"My children, persevere! The Rune is about to be set up! This damn whirlwind can't destroy us cultivators from the War Chamber!" As the young man roared, nearly twenty thousand something cultivators behind him roared together and sent out their power to fuse with space. Gradually, a screen of light slowly appeared, as if it wanted to envelop the planet.
Flame Fiends' Progenitor and Zhu You Cai were among the crowd!
…..
In another True Morning Dao World was a lone ship in the whirlwind in the galaxy. It seemed to treat the whirlwind as a huge wave in the ocean and the galaxy as seawater, and it was swimming through it.
"Oh wind, oh stars, you're so beautiful … oh shatter, oh emptiness, it's a pity there's no sunlight. Ah, why aren't you beautiful..?" A clear voice floated up from the ship, and when it echoed in space, there seemed to be an intoxicated air within it.
"Good poem, good poem!"
"Sir, your literary talent is so great that it's rarely seen in history. This is definitely the best poem I've ever heard." Following the intoxicated voice was a woman's coquettish laughter.
As the lone ship got closer, a layer of fog could be seen surrounding it. It looked thin, but it seemed to be able to restrain the whirlwind in the galaxy, causing the power of the World in the whirlwind to be unable to spread into the ship.
Through the fog, it could be vaguely seen that there was a table on the lone ship. Sitting beside it was a long-haired man. He was incredibly handsome, and there was a gentle air about him that made him look like a flower.
Beside him were three women who were as beautiful as flowers. They stared at the man with gentle gazes, as if even if the man said sh * t … that sh * t would definitely be poetic …
Some of them were pouring wine for the man, some of them were holding fragrant fruits, and the last one was massaging his legs gently. There was a slow expression on her coquettish face.
The man shook his head, as if he was thinking about his poem.
However, there was a discordant sound at the end of the ship behind the four people, and it broke the poetic atmosphere.
It was a snoring that sounded like thunder, and there was even a rhythmic rhythm to it. It would occasionally be loud, and at other times, it would be soft. It came from an incredibly muscular man. He lay there like a fierce tiger, and in his hand was a pot of wine. At that moment, he might be dreaming, but there was saliva trickling down the corners of his mouth. No one knew what he was dreaming about, but he looked very happy.
"Youngest junior brother, come and drink this pot of wine!" The man turned around and mumbled a few words, then his snoring became even louder.
"Hah …" As if he heard the man's mumbles, the flower-like man slowly opened his eyes. He looked at the galaxy in the distance, then lowered his head and sighed.
"Youngest junior brother, where are you..?"
…..
At the same time, in the ruined Morning Dao Sect was one of the 999 continents in the third plane. Gradually, a figure crawled out carefully from the ruins. He looked rather wretched, but at that moment, there was a monstrous hatred on his face.
"Su Xuan Yi!!!" The man trembled. His level of cultivation was very weak, but the hatred spreading out from his body at that moment was enough to crush everything.
Tears fell from his eyes. He looked at his surroundings, then threw his head back and roared before flying out. He wanted to see whether there were any other survivors. Even if there was only a sliver of hope, he would not give up.
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