The Demon Emperor of the Perfect World

Looking back in the direction of the sound on a rainy day, I saw a ball of white fairy light, struggling to cross the long river of time, forming a tall figure.

That figure was as tall as the sky and as deep as the earth, holding an illusory giant bell in his hand. The aura that he inadvertently revealed could cause a riot on the ancient starry road, and the ruins of the ancient battlefield were almost about to explode.

The person who came was dressed in monk's attire and was obviously a projection through time.

Beside the suppression formation on the ancient altar, an illusory afterimage stood alone, bowed down to the projection of the ancient monk, and then activated the formation with a cold look in his eyes, vowing not to stop until the three immortals were killed.

This ancient starry sky altar, the suppression formation, and the remnant soul of the true immortal, are actually integrated into one. Their auras are inseparable, and the shocking murderous intent encompasses the entire void crack.

It was only then that Yutian realized that the ancient altar in the starry sky was actually the body of a true immortal. The suppression formation was the meridians of the true immortal, and his soul was transformed into the true meaning of the formation.

Two immortals versus three immortals, one transforms himself into an altar formation, the other controls the formation...

What a big deal, what a decisive approach!

The three immortals from foreign lands were not surprised by the appearance of this true immortal; they had obviously anticipated it.

The Immortal King's projection of time and space made them look surprised.

"Space-time projection, Immortal King Wuzhong!"

"How could this happen... How could this happen... Why did his projection appear..."

"It doesn't matter. He has already fallen at the hands of the ancient ancestors of the imperial clans. The most urgent task is to kill him. There must never be another hero like him in the Nine Heavens!"

After breaking the defense for a long time and calming down a little, the three immortals ignored it and drew out their strength at all costs. They would rather be strangled by the formation than not kill Yutian.

"The balance of the suppression formation has been broken, and with the blessing of the Immortal King's projection, today is the day you will die. How can I allow you to harm the younger generation of geniuses in my world?"

"punish!"

At this time, the two true immortals took action, and the three immortals had tried their best to resist. The origin of the main body in the formation was consumed, and the three forces that were separated out also became rootless duckweed, and they could only swallow their hatred here.

Before the three immortals died, they were still reminiscing about the ancient times and their past glory.

The two royal beasts returned to their immortal abyss, and the immortal humans murmured.

"Master Qu Zhong, An Lan Gu Zu... I have lived up to your trust, but... but in the end, I am powerless to stop the rise of the Nine Heavens heroes!"

Although the three immortals died, the last human immortal almost caused a vision with his words.

The Immortal King cannot be spoken of. If he is led astray by false thoughts, great terror will surely occur.

The ancient monk had anticipated this, so the moment the immortal figure whispered, he controlled the Taoist bell to block time and space, preventing the spread of cause and effect.

"So the Endless Bell is here. No wonder it attracted the Immortal King's projection! But... isn't the Endless Bell in the Western Sect?"

Seeing the Immortal King's projection blocking the cause and effect, Yutian suddenly realized, but new doubts arose.

However, compared to this, the danger is gone, and the three remaining immortals are dead, which is the most important thing.

Originally he thought he was doomed and regretted rushing here rashly, but he didn't expect that there was a light at the end of the tunnel.

The great formation of mutual destruction of the True Immortals, together with the Bell of Eternity, exerted their power, and the three immortals were soon completely annihilated, and their aura no longer existed between heaven and earth.

Also dissipated along with it was the great formation, or rather the senior who turned his body into the formation.

The ancient monk Canxian had a sad look on his face, for his companions and for himself. After only a moment of sadness, he smiled with tears in his dry eyes, feeling relieved.

Afterwards, he looked towards Yutian until his companion's breath disappeared.

"This is just a replica. If it was the real Immortal King's Bell, how could the enemy survive until now? We wouldn't have to waste our years struggling with the enemy until now."

Is this a replica of the Endless Bell?

Yutian stared at it carefully, until he didn't see the palm print of God Willow, and then he believed what the former said.

It's not his fault, because the power of this imitation is stronger than any real one he has seen.

Seeing Yutian staring at the Eternal Bell in a daze, the ancient monk Canxian didn't mind that he didn't reply, but smiled with interest.

"Since the beginning of Zen Buddhism, Buddha has been helping people. If you don't know the endlessness of Zen, it's useless to practice. The magic weapon of the Immortal King is a replica, but it is enough to kill gods and immortals. You don't have to be greedy, this thing is yours."

At the beginning of Zen Buddhism, Buddha saved all living beings. It is in vain to practice Zen Buddhism without knowing its endlessness!

So domineering! Such crazy words!

Who is the peak at the end of the immortal road? Seeing the beginningless path becomes empty!

Without beginning or end, I am just a traveler in the cycle of reincarnation in the mortal world. I alone have written all the heroic poems.

"It's mine? ...Hey, how can I accept this!"

Yutian's expression was full of excuses and politeness, but his hands uncontrollably took the treasure.

"If you can touch the mark on the replica Dao bell and attract the time projection of Lord Wuzhong, this magic weapon and the inheritance of the Immortal King will be yours. There is no need to do this!"

Ah? There is also the Immortal King inheritance?

It's a rainy day and my eyes are jealous. The word "want" is almost written on my face and I seem to be very impatient.

The Immortal King Wuzhong cultivated the way of time and obtained his inheritance. Wouldn’t that mean he would be able to ascend to great heights again?

This kid! Could it be that since the ancient immortals have passed away, the young generation nowadays are so shameless?

The ancient monk was speechless, but compared to this little episode, he cared more about the present, the current situation of the nine heavens and ten earths, and was curious about the situation in the outside world.

Yutian was silent for a moment, then told him about the current situation and the battle in Xian Gu, everything he knew.

Including the deaths of the Six Endless Paths and the Ten Evils, the nine ins and nine outs after the Willow God fought his way into the foreign land, the fate of the Seven Kings of the Borderland and their descendants, the stabbing of Kunpeng by Canxian and others, and the behaviors of most of the major sects and immortal families in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.

The ancient monk Canxian's emotions kept changing, and then he fell into silence for a long time, but in the end he only let out a sigh.

"The eternity of time has passed, and the immortals have buried so many things..."

Nine Heavenly Lords, Blue Moon, Yin and Yang, Hundred Flowers...

Unexpectedly, not only the Ten Evils and Endless Reincarnation, as well as the Monk Immortal King and other great men, but also the Taoist friends of the past have fallen. Not only have the years buried their epics, but even their reputations have been erased from the past...

These are such wonderful people...

Yutian didn't know how to start, so after thinking for a while he could only comfort her:

"Alas... Senior, the ancient immortals have been buried, and the chaotic ancient times are about to come to an end. If you are still alive, you will definitely be able to restore order and bring order to the nine heavens and ten earths."

Yutian’s words did not move the former immortal, but instead he sighed in pain.

"To restore order... Unfortunately, I am just a dying corpse and I won't be able to live for much longer!"

After sighing, he shook his head, looking at the rainy day with a pleading expression, as if crying and laughing.

"You have the auras of the ancestral spirit, Lord Samsara, half of the evil spirits, Yin Yang and others on you. I think you must have been recognized by them."

"Lord Wuzhong once said that this remaining mark is related to the future of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths and the Scarlet Disaster. It will only be triggered when the right person and the right time are met."

Seeing the ancient monk arrange his funeral arrangements, Yutian had too many doubts and too many things to say, but they could not be said because of cause and effect.

He was 100% sure that this crimson was the red-haired creature.

“Although I don’t know what ancient chaos you are talking about, and it doesn’t match the prophecy left by the Immortal King, the future depends entirely on you young people, and you are also needed to quell the calamity.”

"Jie Qi?"

The ancient monk’s words shocked Yutian. Could this calamity be referring to Feihong?

However, the other party had already disappeared, and it was obvious that he had something else to say. He did not reply, but instead continued to give instructions to Yutian.

This time projection, which still has some power left, is within the mark of this imitation clock. It can be sealed inside the clock to save lives at the critical moment!

"Make good use of the Immortal King's inheritance. Remember, find the real Dao Bell and the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disk. Only then can you go back to the ancient times, verify the truth about Feihong, and seek a solution to the calamity!"