I am the first emperor of the ancient times

Ying Hao stared directly at the figure before him, feeling a terrifying aura pressing down on him, its power undiminished.

"They only killed one Immortal Emperor, and the Ancestor has already appeared. Is this all the strange race is capable of?" Ying Hao said calmly.

His ability to obliterate a strange immortal emperor in a short time has probably already attracted the attention of the strange progenitor.

He was not surprised by the appearance of the bizarre progenitor.

"A mayfly trying to shake a tree, how pathetic and laughable! Today you will all depart from this world!" the eerie progenitor declared.

The voice was like an ancient, unyielding glacier, high above, carrying a chilling cold.

As he spoke, he had already extended his large hand, decisively and swiftly.

The entire river of time is shaking and in complete chaos; the years are flowing backward, and everything is being overturned.

This is the unparalleled power of a powerful sacrificial master, completely unaffected by the river of time; time is merely a plaything to them.

If he wanted, he could even make the river of time extend into several tributaries.

At this moment, his figure had fully materialized, with the coffin behind him appearing and disappearing in the distance.

An extremely terrifying power surged in all directions, completely unbearable, even halting the flow of time.

An extremely dense and eerie substance emerged, transforming into a colossal hand that blotted out the sky, severing the river of time and disrupting the eternal spacetime.

A terrifying power spread across the giant hand, like the burning of a starry sea, as if heaven and earth were being sacrificed in blood, the river of time roared, and the heavens trembled violently.

Unparalleled power manifests, and everything in the world becomes like an illusion. Everything around is constantly disintegrating and gradually heading towards destruction.

Rules are being eroded, strange substances are churning, and there is only deathly silence beneath the giant hand.

Only when the most powerful and eternally indestructible force manifests, can even the mighty power of the river of time be controlled by him.

This seemingly casual move was not just aimed at Ying Hao, but at everyone in the Immortal Realm.

He had been keeping an eye on Ying Hao and the others for a long time, and everything that happened today was part of his plan.

Especially Ying Hao, who possessed considerable strength upon entering the Immortal Emperor realm, already posed a substantial threat.

For their kind, all threats should be eliminated.

Even the six strange Immortal Emperors who descended were kept in the dark; it was he who secretly guided them.

Now, everything is proceeding according to his plan, and he will not give anyone a chance to escape.

"Is the heavens about to perish once again?"

Looking at the terrifying, boundless, sky-covering hand, Meng Hai and Luo Tianxian murmured, their eyes filled with despair.

The reason they decided to abandon the heavens was because Ying Hao gave them hope.

This is due to both the strength Ying Hao displayed and the news that the progenitor of the Pollen Road could be resurrected.

But now, that hope has been shattered by the appearance of the eerie progenitor.

Logically speaking, Ying Hao's strength is unparalleled in the Immortal Emperor realm, given that he could annihilate a strange Immortal Emperor in a short time.

Ying Hao's performance today is comparable to that of the originator of the pollen road.
Even if they face many strange Immortal Emperors, with Ying Hao in charge, they might still have a chance.

But this time, they were facing a bizarre progenitor.

No matter how powerful the Immortal Emperor is, he is utterly insignificant in front of the strange progenitor at the Sacrifice Dao realm; the two are simply not on the same level.

They had all witnessed the power of the strange Immortal Emperor before, and this time, facing an ancestor directly, they truly felt the vast power of the Sacrifice Dao realm.

They naturally understood that even if they joined forces with Ying Hao, they would never be a match for the Strange Ancestor.

In this situation, they seemed to have returned to the moment when the eerie invasion of the heavens occurred, recalling the scene of the eerie progenitor strangling their progenitor.

No one can stop the progenitor of evil right now!
They all knew that the Church of All Realms would be completely annihilated, reduced to ruins just like the former Heaven. The colossal hand that covered the sky pressed down, strange matter surging continuously, and time stood still at that moment.

Many of the strange Immortal Emperors had already prostrated themselves before Ying Hao and the others, their eyes filled with anticipation.

"This is the foundation of my clan, and this is the consequence of opposing my clan. To die at the hands of the progenitor is your honor!" the eerie immortal emperors laughed loudly.

Among this group, Ying Hao is the strongest and deserves their attention.

Even if Ying Hao is strong, he is still just a Celestial Emperor.

But the one who descended upon this place was the progenitor, a powerful figure in the Dao of Sacrifice, and one of the most supreme beings in the world.

Throughout history, it is precisely because of such beings that they have been able to annihilate countless emperors and destroy countless civilizations.

Even the once glorious heavens have now been reduced to ruins.

From the moment the progenitor descended, the outcome of today's great battle was already predetermined.

In their view, the progenitor had foreseen everything and knew of the existence of Ying Hao and others; everything was probably already under the progenitor's watchful eye.

Since the progenitor already knew everything, how could this group possibly survive?

At this moment, their eyes were fixed on Ying Hao and the others, as if they were looking at dead men.

Anyone who dares to oppose their clan will only face certain death, and even the entire Immortal Realm will perish with them.

"Honor my ass! He's just an ancestor, what's there to fear in a battle!" the Corpse Immortal Emperor roared.

He was well aware of the terror of the monstrous progenitor, and of the vast difference between the two.

But so what?
Knowing the opponent is strong, does that mean we shouldn't fight?

He was invincible in the world, illuminating mountains and rivers; even when he fell into darkness, he found liberation within it.

So what if he's a sacrificial priest? Even if he's no match for the opponent, he's already died once, what's there to be afraid of?
Even if his ultimate fate is like a moth drawn to a flame, burning out his last drop of blood, he would not hesitate to do anything as long as it could have the slightest impact on the progenitor of the strange.

Because as long as he has given his all, he will have no regrets.

The Corpse Immortal Emperor roared, determined to fight to the death, his true form continuously growing taller.

However, the monstrous progenitor didn't even lift an eyelid; no matter how much an ant struggles, it is still just an ant.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the colossal hand that blotted out the sky pressed down, leaving everything beneath it in deathly silence.

"Fellow Daoist is right. They are merely ancestors; what is there to fear in a battle?"

As the overwhelming hand descended, Ying Hao, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke.

The three Corpse Immortal Emperors also turned their attention to Ying Hao. From beginning to end, they were all captivated by the strange ancestor's methods.

But now, to their surprise, Ying Hao remained calm and composed, as if victory was already in his grasp.

Seeing the overwhelming hand descending to suppress them, Ying Hao did not retreat but instead took a step forward.

The next moment, a giant bell shattered the vast chaos, attracting the attention of all living beings.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

The bells tolled loudly, the universe shone brightly, the heavens and earth above paled in comparison, the universe of all realms trembled, and the river of time came to a standstill.

This bell is enormous, encompassing everyone in the Immortal Realm. It is a chaotic, dark yellow color, with the sun, moon, stars, earth, water, fire, and wind surrounding its exterior.

Amidst the vast expanse of primordial chaos, the ethereal colors of black and yellow illuminate the ages, descending upon the thirty-three heavens, each layer revealing a boundless and expansive world.

The bell swayed, gathering boundless power, enough to overturn countless worlds and encompass the past, present, and future. (End of Chapter)