Being a talent in the Chusheng Demon Sect

Chapter 1403 If I don’t go to hell, who will?

In the underworld, the accumulated death energy has long since transformed into visible dark clouds, or like a surging ocean, with only the raging waves as far as the eye can see.

Then it began to expand.

The Underworld was originally confined to the Immortal Pivot, but at this moment, it began to spread towards the vast sea of ​​light and towards every realm.

This time, none of the Dao Lords, including the First Saint, tried to stop them. They simply remained silent and watched as one dark vortex after another appeared in the already surging tide of death energy. Each vortex connected to a realm, eventually evolving into a vast expanse of darkness.

At the heart of it all.

Dao Tianqi had one hand behind his back, while the other hand held a bright, radiant light that conveyed an image of carefree detachment from worldly affairs.

【Free and Easy Wandering】!
In the world today, only Dao Tianqi possesses the fragment of the [Remnant Consciousness of Heaven and Man]. Its coordinates are constantly changing, and no one else can enter it except him.

These are the chips.

After all, without the [Free and Easy Wandering], the Dao Lords would never be able to get close to the Eighth Secret Realm. As a bargaining chip, it is now very valuable.

"However, that's not enough."

Dao Tianqi looked up at the sky and said, word by word, "One underworld is not enough. I also want to reverse the false history and rescue Lord Si Chong."

Thunderous sounds surged forth, penetrating the [Other Shore] and instantly shattering the Dao Lord's tranquility. The whistling sound of swords fell from the sky, stirring space and time, proclaiming destiny. Even the deathly tide of the Underworld could not withstand its passage, shattering through countless obstacles in an instant, carrying a chilling rage:

"Too deceiving!"

Tolerating the Underworld is already a concession; to release the Lord of Slaughter would be tantamount to the collapse of the Heavenly Dao, a price the Sword Lord absolutely cannot accept.

"Boom!"

The rolling deathly aura howled, and the collision of the incoming sword energy was like a raging storm hitting a reef, with one side's momentum growing stronger and stronger, and the other side cutting through the waves.

Sword Lord was high above the Other Shore, so the power of his attack was limited, while Dao Tianqi was in the Underworld's home ground. For a time, their battle ended in a draw.

But at this moment.

A fair hand suddenly stretched out, its slender fingers shimmering with a crystalline light. With a flick of its finger, it struck the descending, magnificent sword energy.

"Zheng——!"

In an instant, the sword energy receded, and the Sword Lord on the other shore turned around, his beautiful eyes staring straight at the First Saint standing on the fifth floor.

The first sage calmly looked back without saying a word.

"The Way of Heaven"? What does that have to do with him!

Since he wasn't the one who suffered the loss, he naturally had no reservations. His actions at this moment were to help Dao Tianqi, decisively changing his stance!
Not only did he take action, but the First Saint also abandoned his previous suppression of the false history at this moment. His aura suddenly surged, as if he had shed a heavy burden. Immediately afterwards, a thunderous muffled sound came from the void, from the history of 129,600 years ago.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The demon is attacking the seal!
Sword Lord immediately noticed the wavering of the false history. After glaring at the First Saint, she immediately elevated her rank, and the majestic Heavenly Dao was fully empowered by her sword.

Then, take a step forward.

"Boom!"

In the blink of an eye, she went from the fourth floor to the fifth floor of the Other Shore, her status soaring as she slashed at the source of the false history with her sword.

As soon as the sword was unleashed, it split and evolved, one begetting two, two begetting three, and three begetting all things. In the end, it no longer resembled a sword light, but instead looked like a vast realm, encompassing all things, and bursting out with dazzling light, like a sword formation, thus enveloping the source of the false history within it.

at the same time.

On the first level of the Other Shore, the golden Buddha, the embodiment of the World Honored One, clasped his hands together and sighed deeply. Meanwhile, the voice of the Sword Lord echoed softly in his ear:
"Wanbao, are you trying to commit suicide?"

"With the return of false history, your enlightenment will vanish into nothingness, the position of [Other Shore] will be reclaimed by the Minister of Evil, and the dignity of the Dao Lord will cease to exist." The World Honored One did not respond, but smiled with a flower in hand.

"Amitabha."

On the other side, in a corner of the fourth floor of the Other Shore, a vast expanse of light and color intertwined, illuminating Cang Hao's slender figure, his eyes revealing a look of enlightenment.

"They planned this all along!"

Cang Hao's gaze fell on Dao Tianqi, or more precisely, lingered for a moment on the halo of the Great Dao behind his head, and he instantly analyzed the result:
"Dao Tianqi has already followed Xuande's path and can maintain his position as Dao Lord without the Underworld. In this way, the position of Lord of the Underworld is actually vacant, which is prepared for Wanbao! That bald monk wants to be the second Lord of the Underworld, so he is not afraid of the return of the false history!"

The reasoning couldn't be simpler.

Compared to staying on the first level of the Other Shore and being suppressed by the Dao Lords, going to the Underworld, which has just expanded to the entire Sea of ​​Light, is undoubtedly much more open and expansive!

"Boom!"

At the source of false history, sword energy surged and fists clashed, and even time itself seemed to be thrown into disarray at this moment, with countless future scenes reflected in the sword light.

In these scenes, the power emanating from Si Chong became increasingly clear, and every punch he threw precisely hit the subtle, almost invisible flaws in the sword energy's movement. If Si Chong's power through the seal hadn't been so weak, the Sword Lord's sword formation would probably have been shattered by him by now!

The Other Shore: The fifth level.

Sword Lord stood solemnly, taking in all the scenes and the sudden changes in an instant with his clear, cold, beautiful eyes, watching the situation gradually slide into the abyss.

"Abandon the other shore and turn to the underworld."

"These things take time. Even if Dao Tianquan and his entire force cooperate, it's impossible to achieve Wanbao in one fell swoop. If you dare to back down, I will kill you!"

The sound returned to the first floor of [The Other Shore].

You can't prove it!

However, this time, before Sword Lord could finish speaking, two voices came simultaneously: "Don't be afraid! Rescue Si Chong, and we'll take on Sword Lord's troubles!"

Wanfa and Duxuan.

Why has this fabricated history remained unbreakable for so many years? The Sword Lord is secondary; the root cause is that the World Honored One, who created all of this, is unwilling to let go!
However, now the Buddha has relented.

Given such a golden opportunity, how could the two Dao Lords of magic and power not seize it?
Upon hearing this, the Sword Lord's eyes grew even more sinister, but he sneered and left only one last sentence: "If you can stop me, can you stop others?"

This is the threat!
[The Other Shore] First level, upon hearing this, the World Honored One finally raised his eyes and glanced at the towering figure standing on the fifth level who had remained silent all along.

The First Sage.

'If I relinquish my position as Dao Lord, this old bastard will surely kill me. Kill [Cause and Effect], mend [Time], and use [Destiny] to control [Variables]?'

The Buddha's expression grew even more compassionate.

Want to bet?
To gamble one's life and death, one's own path, on a possibility whose very existence is uncertain, or to gamble against the Primordial Saint who has suppressed the sea of ​​light for ten thousand years.

Turn your eyes.

He no longer looked at the First Saint above his head, but instead looked at the Underworld, at the boy standing in front of the Underworld Lord's Palace, and at what was behind him.

The hesitation lasted only a moment.

"Good, good!"

The next second, the golden Buddha clasped its hands together and emitted a thunderous sound. It seemed like only one voice, yet at that moment it was as if billions of people were speaking simultaneously:
"If I don't go to hell, who will?"

Bet!

(End of this chapter)