He was invincible from the beginning of the Heaven-Covering Era.

"I'm on the road, I'm not reconciled. When a prosperous era comes to an end, how many people will be left?"

"On the path to immortality, listen to your own funeral song, like a moth drawn to a flame, witnessing my path and my immortality."

Within the forbidden zone, there are hardly any figures from the mythical era. Most of those still alive today are supreme beings from the ancient times, not much different from the Human Emperor.

Seeing such a human emperor fall from grace made them feel even more desolate and lonely on the path to immortality.

After experiencing the shock of the Great Emperor's aura, the people of the Eastern Wilderness became increasingly wary of the Demon Emperor's Tomb. In the end, not long after, they gave up the idea of ​​going deep inside to search for the Desolate Tower.

A month passed quickly. In the Ziwei Starfield, Zhou Qing was developing his Dao under the Fusang Divine Tree.

His mind was empty of self and ego, and he became even more serene. His hands traced inexplicable paths, and as soon as they were extended, lightning and thunder appeared, and the heavens and earth rumbled, as if the Great Dao itself was trembling and wailing.

His movements appeared slow, yet they were dazzling, conveying a sense of profound energy, as unfathomable as an abyss, leaving one in awe.

"Elder, what kind of path does the Demon Lord cultivate? How can it be so terrifying? I feel like there's a mountain pressing down on my heart, and I'm about to suffocate." In the distance, a young man spoke with great difficulty, taking a long time to finish his sentence.

"It's hard to say. I don't know what kind of Dao this is, but it really has a kind of overwhelming and invincible aura." An old man from the Sun God Cult slowly uttered a sentence.

Suddenly, Zhou Qing's movements changed again. It was as if a vast ocean surrounded him, its waves surging for thousands of miles, sinking...

Condensed and atmospheric.

He was comprehending his own various laws, refining his own Dao, and the profound meanings of various imperial scriptures flowed through his heart. He was comprehending all laws of the past and present, and wanted to transcend his own unique Dao.

After an unknown amount of time, he sat down cross-legged, calmed his mind and began to comprehend the Dharma. Various chanting sounds emanated from his body, and several secret realms shone brightly, dazzling the eye.

He cultivated himself in solitude and sought enlightenment in monotony. His path became clearer and clearer. He was to forge a path that transcended all paths, to rule all paths with his own, to regard all paths as his subjects, and to be respected by all paths.

One ancient character after another leaped out, like little suns, revolving around him, transforming this place into a Taoist land.

Learn from the paths of those who came before, and walk your own path step by step. As you get closer and closer to the end of the road, one foot has already stepped in, and the other foot is halfway in.

Finally, he woke up and muttered to himself, "It's not enough. This path is not enough. It's not entirely suitable for me."

He stood up, watching the clouds drift by, gazing at the wild geese flying south, and listening to the falling petals and the gurgling stream.

“This kind of Dao is powerful enough, but not eternal enough. It is not the Dao that I truly desire.”

Zhou Qing felt a sense of peace, his body and mind in a state of harmony with nature. He was serene and silently comprehending, wandering and sublimating in his own realm of Dao.

Countless flashes of inspiration crossed his mind, but he rejected them one by one. There are many paths to the Dao of Severance, and various methods of Severance, but only the one that suits him best is the best and can bring him to his strongest state.

The so-called "cutting off the path" means cutting off the doubts in one's heart. In essence, it means walking out one's own path. Only by cutting off all the distracting thoughts in one's heart and no longer having any doubts about one's own path can one cut off one's own path.

Over the past month, the number of people in Tanggu has been increasing. The members of the Sun God Cult who went to the outside world to pick up people are returning one after another. Once all the clansmen have gathered, this place will become their new ancestral land.

Tanggu was surrounded by a great emperor's array pattern, which was set up by the Sun Saint Emperor. It had the function of concealing energy and could seal off everything. Even if a saint passed by, he would not be able to sense this place.

For a month, no one disturbed Zhou Qing. He practiced his Dao and Dharma under the Fusang Divine Tree without any concealment, openly and honestly, so that everyone could see him.

Suddenly, a group of people, their clothes stained with blood and covered in wounds, walked in, their expressions filled with resentment, and headed straight for the living fossil of the Sun God Cult.

Zhou Qing couldn't help but feel curious. In the past few days, people from the Sun God Cult had been returning one after another, but this was the first time he had seen someone come back with injuries, which meant they had suffered a great loss outside.

"Elder, those old fogies from the Golden Crow Clan are targeting us again. Several groups of our clansmen have been stopped by them and have been relentlessly hunted down. They've gone too far!" a young man said angrily, his eyes practically spitting fire, filled with intense hatred.

"Moreover, they also carried a legendary holy weapon. Taking advantage of our loss of resources, several groups of our people were scattered by them while trying to escape. We don't know where they are now, and some were even captured. We don't know what kind of torture they will suffer."

The living fossil of the Sun God Cult was instantly enraged. So many years had passed; although they had been targeted from time to time before, this was the first time...

They've never used such a ruthless killer before; they're trying to seize their inheritance.

In the past, they would have been unable to resist and could only swallow their anger, but now that they have the Emperor Tower of their ancestors, what are they afraid of? Let's take down this bunch of golden crow calves!

"Nadita, let's go, let's kill them!" The living fossil of the Sun God Cult roared, and many young people rubbed their hands together, eager to try.

Zhou Qing walked over and said, "I fought alongside you and received so many benefits from the Holy Emperor. Targeting the Sun God Cult is targeting me. Besides, there are some things I need to take care of outside."

When the divine consciousness awakened, although Zhou Qing and the Sun God Cult were moved to the East Sea with great power, Dao Qingling and Xiao Yu remained in the North Sea and were not transferred with them.

He had previously contacted the two of them through some special secret techniques, informing them of his situation and asking them to come to the East China Sea.

Because they were training and traversing the void at the same time, and not just traveling for the sake of traveling, a month has passed and they still haven't reached the East Sea.

However, when they last contacted each other, they had already reached Shenzhou. Now Zhou Qing was going out to pick up the two of them so that they wouldn't have trouble finding Tanggu's location.

The living fossil of the Sun God Cult exclaimed with delight, "It is naturally excellent that the Demon Lord is willing to help my Sun God Cult."

Heaven help me, at the very beginning, he really did wonder if the Demon Lord was an extremely bloodthirsty person.

However, after their last conversation, he discovered that the Demon Lord was not as vicious as he had imagined.

The fact that he's still willing to help them shows he's not the ungrateful type, which lessened his worries.

The living fossil of the Sun God Cult, along with the Imperial Tower and a group of his people, marched out into the outside world in a grand procession.

It was a moonlit night, with a vast expanse of white light spilling from the sky, casting a veil over the sea, making it appear hazy and indistinct.

Zhou Qing and his group crossed the East China Sea, flying across the sea at lightning speed, and soon they saw the coast.

"These old Golden Crow bastards are still guarding the cliff, waiting for their people to walk into their trap. They deserve to die!" one of them said through gritted teeth.

From the Eastern Divine Land to the East China Sea, although the coastline is long, their route is not complicated. Most people of the Sun God Cult would choose to take the route of Feathered Immortal Cliff.

There are many legends about this place. Some say it is a mountain wall that fell from the celestial realm, and that a great sage of the human race witnessed it in ancient times. Others say it is the place where ancient emperors ascended to immortality, where they ascended to heaven and entered the celestial realm.

Regardless, there are at least definitive ancient records stating that the two human emperors, Taiyin and Taiyang, disappeared from here. This is the most widely accepted view, and it is also the most accepted view among the people of the Sun God Cult.

Since this is the place where our ancestors left the Ziwei Starfield, the people of the Sun God Sect naturally like to take this route. After arriving here, they stand on the cliff and contemplate the place, as if they can feel the feelings of their ancestors back then.

Now that the moon has fallen, the Feathered Immortal Cliff has indeed revealed its extraordinary beauty, resembling a crystal-clear celestial platform that outlines the starry sky, sparkling with light, as if someone is truly ascending to immortality.

The only eyesore was the few old golden crows standing on the cliff, which made the Sun God Cult members want to skin them alive. Countless people had fled during this time...

The fact that people from this tribe would die here is infuriating.

The Red Sun Taoist stood on the cliff, with corpses lying at his feet, their blood staining the ground red.

He frowned and said, "They would rather commit suicide than let us search their primordial spirits. Could it be that they really obtained the Ancient Scripture of the Sun?"

The eldest prince of the Golden Crow Clan said with a solemn expression, "It is most likely that this is the case. In that case, the Ancient Sun Sect is very likely to rise, which is a great threat to our Golden Crow Clan. The grudges are too deep. Once they develop, they will inevitably put our Golden Crow Clan in an unknown situation."

"It seems we have no choice but to gather a large army and wipe out the entire Ancient Sun Cult, leaving no one alive! We must not let them grow unchecked; no one knows what they will become after they retrieve the Ancient Sun Scripture," said the Crimson Sun Daoist coldly.

Suddenly, he saw a large group of people on the sea surface, shouting battle cries as they charged towards him.

"People from the Ancient Sun Cult? Are they here to die?" Daoist Chiyang sneered.

boom!

The Red Sun Taoist made his move, activating their legendary sacred weapon, the Phoenix Winged Gilded Halberd.

The Phoenix-Winged Golden Halberd revived, transforming into a golden crow, leaving behind a dazzling golden light as it charged forward, slashing at the members of the Sun God Cult.

A chilling atmosphere permeated the air, and endless waves surged on the sea surface—this was the Holy Might.

A cold smile played on his lips, as if he could already see the holy weapon unleashing its power and a group of Sun God Cult members dying a horrible death.

Suddenly, a stone tower flew out, emitting a dazzling golden light, and the aura of an emperor swept across the six directions and eight wastelands!

Under this aura, his body trembled. Before he could react, there was a cracking sound, and their phoenix-winged gilded halberds were struck by a beam of light a thousand times more dazzling than the sun, and were instantly broken in two by the golden light.

"What?! Our clan's sacred weapon!" Daoist Chiyang and Crown Prince Jinwu trembled as they watched the terrifying scene.

Chapter 175 Attack on the Golden Crow Clan's Territory

Moreover, the holy weapon, which resembled a spear, was not finished after it broke in two. The next moment, a strong wind arose, and the two pieces of the weapon could no longer maintain their shape. They turned into dust and disappeared into the world, as if they had never existed.

In the distance, an ancient stone tower exuded supreme divine power, and its immense pressure made even the Crimson Sun Daoist and the Golden Crow Clan's eldest prince feel suffocated.

The heavens and earth trembled, the clouds in all directions dissipated, and the blue sea surged with boundless waves that swept towards the Feathered Immortal Cliff, blotting out the sun and sky, as if the end of the world had arrived.

However, for Daoist Chiyang and the eldest prince of the Golden Crow Clan, their eyes were only on their own family's legendary sacred weapon, and they seemed to be stunned.

"The Phoenix-Winged Gilded Halberd is shattered."

Life is like a dream, and such a scene has never appeared in their dreams.

What kind of weapon is this? This weapon was forged by a great sage of their Golden Crow clan. It has survived countless eons without breaking and has been passed down for countless millennia. It contains divine power and suppresses all religions.

But now they witnessed such a scene and felt such suffocating imperial power.

“It’s over. My Golden Crow Clan’s days are numbered,” the Red Sun Taoist muttered.

No one understands the current situation of the Golden Crow Clan better than him. In the North Sea, the flawless formation that could summon the Great Sage's clone had been destroyed. Now, the weapon forged by that Great Sage has also been destroyed. Without the Great Sage's weapon, they are no longer the force that stands at the pinnacle of the Ziwei Star Region.

But this was not what made him most desperate. What made him most desperate was the stone tower floating above the Sun God Cult. As soon as the supreme divine power appeared, he knew what kind of weapon it was. It was an imperial weapon!

"Why is this happening? Didn't all the imperial weapons disappear with the ancient emperors? They haven't had any imperial weapons for millions of years, so how come they suddenly reappear now?"

For a moment, Daoist Chiyang didn't react. Suddenly, he thought of something: could it be that the divine will of the Sun Saint Emperor had brought back the imperial weapon of this lineage?

"This is truly the end. In the entire Ziwei Star Region, there is only one imperial weapon. Who can stop the rise of the Sun God Sect? Moreover, my Golden Crow Clan is probably doomed as well."

The Crimson Sun Daoist felt heavy-hearted. Although his clan still had the Great Sage Formation and the Divine Source contained peerless experts, and he was not lacking in saints, he could not withstand the bombardment of the Emperor's Weapon.

Under the protection of the Imperial Weapon, all living beings are like ants. Even if the members of the Sun God Cult cannot unleash their full power, they are still able to protect themselves. They cannot launch any effective attack against the members of the Sun God Cult under the protection of the Imperial Weapon.

Once the Imperial Weapon is truly revived, it will be enough to annihilate the Golden Crow Clan a thousand or ten thousand times over.

On the distant ocean, the members of the Sun God Cult worked together to activate the Imperial Tower, unleashing its ultimate divine power before withdrawing its pressure. The group transformed into a meteor shower, traversing the ocean and heading towards the Feathered Immortal Cliff.

They didn't want to unleash their ultimate divine power on the Feathered Immortal Cliff, as this was the last place their ancestor stood when he left the Ziwei Star Domain, and they couldn't let it be destroyed like this.

At the same time, Daoist Chiyang and the eldest prince of the Golden Crow Clan also reacted, quickly turning around and shouting to the Golden Crow Clan army below the cliff behind them: "The people of the Sun God Cult are here, retreat quickly!"

The remaining four princes were below, which the second prince found difficult to understand.

He said, "Why run? This is a game we could easily win with a simple fight."

The Fifth Prince stepped forward and sneered, "Why retreat? The Sun God Cult is nothing but a few heads; I'll go and retrieve them!"

Below the cliff, hundreds of golden crows, exuding murderous intent, roared, "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Because the Sun God Cult activated the Imperial Weapon when it was far from the coastline, the supreme divine power emanating from the Imperial Weapon was only felt by the Crimson Sun Daoist standing on the sea cliff and the Golden Crow Clan's eldest prince, and did not reach the Golden Crow Clan army, which was still quite a distance from the coastline.

This made it difficult for the four princes to understand what the Red Sun Daoist and the eldest prince were saying. Why should they run away when the Sun God Cult came? They didn't even need to use their holy weapons; a few of their top experts could have wiped out the enemy without leaving a single survivor.

On the ocean, Zhou Qing's figure disappeared, and he used the Xingzi Secret Technique to rush up the Feathered Immortal Cliff at the fastest speed in the world.

boom!

The Red Sun Taoist's body exploded into a long trail of blood. He staggered, but still couldn't stop himself. He flew sideways, covered in blood.

In his original spot, a tall, handsome young man appeared, his eyes seemingly containing an endless star field, as if no secrets existed under those eyes.