Primordial Era: With unparalleled comprehension, I created three thousand demon realms.

Chapter 121 I am afflicted with countless calamities, how could I fear death!

"You still can't kill me." The old man's body reformed, and his form re-condensed.

Yuan Meng's expression remained unchanged. Although the old man had fallen, he was still a supreme Dao Lord, even if he was one in the past. A Dao Lord is still a Dao Lord.

An indelible presence.

If they could be wiped out so easily, they wouldn't have become the greatest scourge in all the worlds.

"Kill!!" Yuan Meng stepped forward, his ten fingers interlacing and connecting the past, present, and future.

"Disrupt Heaven and Earth!!" Yuan Meng's eyes shone with endless divine light as he interlaced his fingers, obliterating the old man's body once again.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill!!!" The old man's primordial spirit surged violently, and his supreme killing intent descended, causing cracks to appear on Yuan Meng's body, from which golden blood seeped out.

Yuan Meng glanced at it, and as time was added and the years flowed backward, his body was repaired. The moment he stepped forward, his right hand, clenched into a fist, directly shattered the old man's primordial spirit.

"I am immortal!!!" the old man's spirit roared, his voice echoing throughout the entire spacetime prison.

The endless laws coalesced, and the old man revived from the deathly silence, reforming his form, but his face was filled with madness as he looked at Yuan Meng.

Yuan Meng looked at the old man with a calm and indifferent expression.

"You forced me to do this," the old man said with boundless malice, as endless divine light radiated from his body.

A world appeared in the old man's hands.

The old man's eyes gleamed with malice, and his face wore a maniacal smile.

A world of death, or rather, an endless world of death formed from the collective essence of all things.

It is a supreme treasure forged from the resentment left behind by countless beings from countless worlds before their deaths, a terrifying treasure formed by the convergence of countless beings and countless worlds.

Compared to the Witch-Slaying Sword, it's like the difference between an ant and a dragon.

"Eternal Death!!!" A glint of light flashed in the old man's eyes as he sacrificed the World of Death in his hand and pressed it down directly on Yuan Meng.

Yuan Meng's eyes held a cold, divine light.

The world of death will be shrouded in mystery.

Yuan Meng's body is situated in a world of death.

In this world of death, the resentment of countless beings echoes between heaven and earth; in the years of unwillingness, the undying remnants of their souls howl between heaven and earth.

"A world of death can't stop me," Yuan Meng said indifferently, wielding his halberd and his eyes filled with boundless coldness.

The entire world of death shattered.

The old man looked at Yuan Meng with a sinister smile on his face.

Yuan Meng also felt the decay and corruption of his own aura, and countless death auras permeated his body.

Those resentful feelings and negative emotions entangled Yuanmeng's very essence.

The boundless resentment of countless living beings weighed upon him, and even a Dao Lord could not withstand such boundless resentment.

"What a pity, the very essence of a Dao Lord." The old man looked greedily at Yuan Meng, who was heading towards decay and ruin.

Yuan Meng's hair became dry, his essence was depleted, and his body became shriveled, like a candle flame in the wind, as countless resentful spirits of the dead arose.

This formed the most vicious curse in all the heavens and myriad realms.

The old man looked at Yuan Meng with a malicious smile.

"Aren't you going to make a move?" Yuan Meng said in a hoarse voice, his straight body becoming hunched over.

"Why should I take action? I can wait." The old man said slowly, wanting to watch Yuan Meng walk into annihilation, into extinction, and die completely.

"Are you sure you can wait?" Yuan Meng's aged voice rang out. Although his body was withered and his hair was dry like withered grass, the divine light in his eyes remained.

The old man sensed something was wrong.

The curse formed from the resentment of countless beings is terrifying, but it won't appear so quickly, especially since the other party is a Dao Lord.

"Could it be?" The old man looked at Yuan Meng.

Yuan Meng's body gradually became fuller, his upright figure radiating an immortal divine light, and his silver hair once again became dazzling.

"The resentment, unwillingness, and curses of countless beings may be useful against other Dao Lords, but for me, they are a great tonic," Yuan Meng said slowly.

"How is that possible?" The old man looked at Yuan Meng. There should be no living being in the myriad realms who could withstand such power.

Even an old man who had fallen from grace wouldn't want to be tainted by such things. Yuan Meng looked at the old man and said calmly, "My birthplace is far more terrifying than these things."

The old man looked at Yuan Meng with astonishment in his eyes. Yuan Meng's eyes held a hint of nostalgia.

Since becoming a saint, I don't think I've ever felt anything like that again.

This was back when they were suppressing the Demon Abyss.

You must know that although Yuanmeng is a ferocious beast, its birthplace is the Demon Abyss.

What kind of place is the Demon Abyss?
It is a place that gathers all kinds of negative emotions, such as primordial energy, malevolent energy, resentment, turbid energy, and calamity energy.

Compared to the Abyss.

The sea of ​​blood seemed like a joke.

The Demon Abyss is the true forbidden land of the primordial world.

It is also the birthplace of Yuanmeng. Yuanmeng, born from such a place, has never been afraid of negative emotions or the like.

Yuan Meng suppressed the Demon Abyss for countless years. During those countless years, the resentment and other such things he absorbed far exceeded the Death Realm that the old man brought out.

Moreover, what kind of place is the Demon Abyss in the primordial world, and what were the dead creatures like?
It is basically a demonic abyss formed by the deaths of countless beings above the Golden Immortal level during the great calamity.

Yuan Meng is not afraid of these things.

The reason I just turned into an old man was simply to tease him.

The old man's eyes were filled with boundless rage. He never imagined that he, who had lived for countless years, was once an unparalleled being who possessed the source of time.

Now, however, he was being toyed with by a newly emerged Dao Lord, something he hadn't expected.

In these endless years, compared to the old man, Yuan Meng is indeed a newly born existence.

After all, the old man had already passed through his own world and was heading towards the end of time. Although Yuan Meng had also experienced countless years, he was still too young compared to the old man.

It refers to the fact that the company was born too young.

Although it's somewhat contradictory, that's the truth.

"If this is all you've got, then you might as well die." Yuan Meng's eyes flashed with divine light; he had no intention of continuing to play along with the old man.

The old man's eyes were filled with immense anger and murderous intent.

Holding a bronze spear, he clashed directly with Yuan Meng.

Yuan Meng did indeed ignite the old man's fear.

The great battle between the two lasted for hundreds of millions of years within this time-space prison, though its passage of time was different from that of the outside world.

Millions of years have passed.

Yuan Meng stood majestically in the time-space prison, looking down at the old man from above.

The old man's body became hunched over, and his entire form began to decay and perish, reaching its final stage.

Endless time has eroded the old man's divine power and spirit.

His body has been reconstituted countless times.

It had reached its end, its body horribly withered, nothing but skin covering its bones, staring intently at Yuan Meng like a demon.

“It has finally come to an end; the time for the curtain to fall has come.” Yuan Meng looked at the old man.

His figure was majestic and upright, with the Wheel of Destiny behind his head radiating endless divine light, and the Time Binding wrapped around his arms, carrying an immortal divine light.

"How hateful!!!" the old man roared in a voice filled with resentment.

He straightened his body with all his might and looked at Yuan Meng with a hint of anger in his eyes.

"In the end, you will also walk this path like me, so why not join us earlier?" the old man said slowly.

Yuan Meng looked at the old man: "Our paths are different."

"If that day ever comes, I will transcend the Dao," Yuan Meng said calmly. To survive in the endless void by devouring the beings of countless worlds is not Yuan Meng's way, nor could he do that.

“Compared to surviving in endless darkness, I yearn to live under the sun and walk on the earth. Our paths are different, and our philosophies are different,” Yuan Meng said slowly.

The old man was stunned by Dao Yuanmeng's words.

Over countless years, the old man fought against Yuan Meng until now, finally voicing the question that had been nagging at him.

But this is the answer I got.

(End of this chapter)