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Chapter 172 Charging Towards the Stars, Nothing Can Resist the Force!
Empress Mingchuan had silver hair that reached her waist, a tall and slender figure, and was incredibly beautiful, exuding the aura of an empress.

She was the last remaining empress of an ancient evolutionary dynasty in the former Yang world's underworld region. She abandoned most of her cultivation and secretly crossed over to the lesser underworld, where she has been living in seclusion for a long time.

He attempted to use the aura emanating from the Netherworld Path beneath his feet to cultivate a great technique.

But right now he looked very sad. After being whipped several times by the lash of hell, his voice was filled with pain and a barely perceptible sob.

"Stop fighting, I'm convinced!"

Empress Mingchuan, entangled in white silk like a giant cocoon, fell to the ground. After getting up, she was still shaken. Her family was destroyed, and she was burdened with a blood feud. She prided herself on her unwavering will to avenge her enemies and had been cultivating in the purgatory for ten thousand years.

But such will appears utterly ridiculous in the face of the Whip of Hell.

Hell is the root of all suffering, with endless punishments and eternal torment. Even gods and immortals fear it and are driven mad by its torment. No matter how strong your will is, it will not help.

"There's one more. Hurry up and come out." Yang An appeared very calm, and the Hell Whip lashed out a few times in the air, carrying an extreme sense of intimidation.

"I have met the Lord of Heaven."

A voice came from the void, and azure spider lilies fell, revealing a young man in blue robes. His aura swirled between yin and yang, with little yang energy and little yin energy, hovering between the two.

"I am willing to contribute to the rise of Earth. I am here with a deep attachment to this place, but I regret that I was unable to participate in that battle in ancient times." The young man in blue sighed, showing some weakness. Having witnessed the tragic state of Empress Mingchuan, he could no longer maintain his tough stance.

Empress Mingchuan was a celebrity in the mortal world, far surpassing him.

It should be known that behind every ancient dynasty that evolved, there must have been a Celestial Venerable. Otherwise, they could not support the status of a dynasty in the mortal world. To be chosen as the emperor, one must be a god-king with extraordinary talent and the potential to be a Celestial Venerable.

Empress Mingchuan was once a god-king, but she fell from her realm while trying to sneak into the underworld.

"The other shore flower... are you a descendant of the King of the Other Shore?" Empress Mingchuan, having endured the pain, regained her composure and looked at the young man in blue, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

Although the two had been neighbors for quite a while, they were not really familiar with each other and had hardly ever communicated.

It wasn't until Yang An appeared that the two were forced to come out.

Empress Mingchuan and the young man in blue exchanged a bitter smile. They had been caught in the act of cultivating in seclusion, and they didn't have that much connection with Earth.

Living on Earth for so long, how can I not pay rent?

"This is for your own good, to settle the karmic debts, you should thank me."

Yang An remained calm, sheathing the Hell Whip. Judging from the appearance of the other shore flower, it was no longer necessary to teach it a lesson.

Regardless of their cultivation levels in the mortal realm, these two are essentially starting over in the underworld. Their current cultivation levels are merely reflections of the heavens, and their combat strength is similarly limited.

Over hundreds of thousands or even millions of years, their foundations have been completely replaced by yin energy, making them veritable little underworld beings with weak combat power. Why are they putting on airs like people from the mortal world?

Whether it's Yao Yao's grandfather or these two, their battle record in the Lesser Underworld is quite average. They're okay against those of the same level who reflect the heavens, but they're no different from other people in the Lesser Underworld when dealing with people from the mortal realm.

The reason they were able to avoid being attacked across borders is because they had accumulated great strength under the reflection of the heavens.

"Are you all from the mortal realm?" Yao Yao asked, somewhat puzzled. "What are the benefits of staying on Earth?"

"Of course there are benefits; that's why your grandfather came here."

Empress Mingchuan looked at Yang An, and seeing that he had no intention of explaining, she said, "The Lesser Underworld is very special, especially on Earth. There is a cycle of reincarnation under Kunlun, which is said to connect to the Greater Underworld."

"There is an ancient legend in the mortal world that after being baptized in the mortal and underworld realms, and undergoing the cycle of yin and yang, one's potential will be greatly developed, and from then on, the path of cultivation will be smooth."

"I suppose Your Excellency feels the same way."

Her gaze was somewhat probing; Yang An clearly didn't look like someone from the underworld.

"Of course I'm an Earthling, what business is it of the mortal world?"

Yang An was surprised; this wasn't obvious.

Empress Mingchuan hesitated for a moment. Was this the kind of thing that should happen in the underworld? Although she admitted that the endless pain, like the whip of hellish punishment, did indeed resonate with some of the legends of hell.

"The underworld is nothing but a graveyard. It may seem like a starry sky full of flowers and bustling with many living beings, but in reality, it is just a collection of lonely ghosts and a wisp of yin energy!"

The young man in blue suddenly shook his head and said, "The reason we don't want to leave Earth is the same. The outside world is too cold and too empty. If I stay there for too long, I'll start to doubt that I'm already dead."

It seems very strange that a flower growing on the banks of the River of the Dead would say such a thing.

But it is a fact.

"Entering the underworld is equivalent to dying once."

"People from the mortal realm cannot stay in the Yin realm for too long. Every moment, their yang energy is dissipating. If they stay there for too long, they will be completely eroded, and their strength will be reduced to less than one percent!" The young man in blue sighed slightly.

This is why Yao Yao's grandfather led a group of people to conquer Earth, but they were soon overrun by the top ten of the Underworld. Yao Yao's father was also a reflection of all the heavens, but he was defeated and killed by the Great God.

"However, I see that Your Excellency's strength is perfectly preserved." The blue-robed youth exclaimed in amazement. Yang An's strength was not merely preserved intact; it was like a blazing sun, illuminating eternity, its domineering aura seemingly capable of crushing the starry sky.

This extraordinary phenomenon is extremely rare even in the mortal realm, possessing an invincible aura.

"We can talk about these things later. Since you two are on Earth, you should do your part," Yang An said bluntly.

He didn't need any help to deal with the Celestials, the Machines, and the Netherworlds, but he was somewhat displeased that the two mortals had stayed on Earth for so long, not contributing in ancient times and not contributing now, just staying in the background.

If he doesn't like it, then he'll kill him!
"set off!"

"Sweep the stars clean, reclaim justice! Blood debts must be paid in blood!"

Yang An told Yao Yao's grandfather that the operation would begin in three days, and he meant what he said.

The forces of the entire Earth were united as one. Chu Feng started a live stream, connected to the Primal Beast Platform, and announced loudly, "Let the Celestial Race, Netherworld Race, Mechanical Race, Spirit Race, Corpse Race, Xilin Race... let them wash their necks clean! I'm here!"

"Moo moo moo!" The yellow ox also gestured, looking quite smug.

Yang An assigned them a simple task: to create atmosphere. Their job was to record the bloody massacre and make the entire starry sky tremble!
He was tired of these ungrateful outsiders, who were blind and belittled the earth, showing no reverence for the Lord. Only bloodshed could make the world understand the Lord's majesty.

"Crash!!"

Without hesitation, Yang An opened the gates of hell.

A massive, dark gold portal cast a shadow that enveloped even the sun. As the earth darkened, countless demons surged out of the hellish miniature world, forming a vast demonic army that densely packed together in the starry sky beyond the earth.

The environment of the underworld is perfect for demons from hell.

The environment is weak, and the people in the underworld are far less powerful than those in the mortal world, but the demons of hell are unaffected and, like Yang An, practice the purest qigong system!

Numerous Flame Demons, Inferno Demons, Hellhounds, and Flame Souls appeared, each capable of claiming five or six lives.

"Roar!" Despite the small size of the solar system, hundreds of bronze giants were squeezed out, their enormous bodies resembling living stars, spanning tens of thousands of miles, as they roared.

These Titans were enormous, their bronze bodies riddled with cracks, shimmering with the golden-red hues of hellfire magma, and spewing forth massive amounts of hot steam that instantly ignited the starry sky.

Bronze Burns, Ancient Demon!

These naturally born legendary beings are practically monsters in the underworld, each a demon who has undergone one or two legendary transformations, equivalent to a saint in the underworld!

And now hundreds of them have appeared!
This was such a terrifying quantity that it made the entire underworld tremble.

"A saint! He is absolutely a saint!"

"I have seen the ancestor of the Quasi-Saint Clan, but he was definitely not this powerful. His aura was worlds apart!"

"What on earth are these creatures?! Why are they so similar to the legendary demons, and why are they so terrifyingly powerful?!"

The event caused a huge uproar on the original beast platform. They were attracted as soon as they opened the platform. The saint surnamed Lin was behind it all, and Chu Feng had made friends with him, which led to this situation.

"Hundreds of saints?!"

Yao Yao's grandfather looked extremely shocked. He had already shed his black fur and was wearing a domineering black gold battle armor, ready for battle. He had thought that Yang An was leading them in a peak duel to annihilate the Celestial God Clan, the Netherworld Clan, and several other races of the All-Heavens Reflectors.

The death of the great leader means that no matter how many saints or near-saints follow, it is all for naught, as they are destined to perish and die.

But to everyone's surprise, Yang An pulled this stunt.

In an instant, tens of millions of demons were summoned outside the Earth, and they continue to appear in an endless stream. The weakest of these demons possesses the cultivation to kill once, comparable to a cultivator at the Mealtime Realm.

The legendary second-stage Asura and the legendary third-stage Hellblood Count, who led the way, also brought a sense of danger to them, as this definitely touched upon the domain that reflects the heavens.

"Where did such a large army come from? Could it be that it didn't come from the mortal realm, but from the underworld?!"

A hint of surprise flashed in Empress Mingchuan's beautiful eyes. She had never seen these creatures before. They looked like demons from various myths and legends, but their strength was not weak. She sensed the level of these demons.

The strongest are only sub-saints or saints, but they are sub-saints or saints in the mortal realm, and their combat power completely overwhelms that of the underworld!
If I've never seen one in the mortal realm, then it could be a being from the underworld!
Moreover, their appearances are quite consistent. The Lesser Underworld is filled with wandering ghosts, while the True Underworld is filled with evil spirits and demons. Ancient books in the mortal realm have recorded a war between the two sides. It is also said that the opposing side is Yin giving rise to Yang, a new existence born from the corpses of various races after death, whose bloodlines and souls have even changed.

"Perhaps this is an opportunity for us!"

The blue-clad youth, Bi'anhua, slightly shifted his gaze. Yin and Yang in harmony, ruling the world as emperors—this is a widely circulated legend in the mortal realm. They came to the Lesser Underworld in this way, attempting to achieve a fundamental transformation of Yin and Yang, laying the foundation for ultimate power.

But how can a small underworld compare to a large underworld!

That was hell in the truest sense, a world of death!

"kill!"

Without any hesitation, Yang An swung his spear, unleashing the invincible aura of the gods.

In a single strike, it shattered eternity, destroyed the starry sky, and caused the entire sea of ​​stars to tremble. The great stars shook like billions of waves. The white-gold brilliance and sacred, dazzling energy broke through the sky and descended, pointing directly at the Heavenly God Star!
War breaks out!
(End of this chapter)