Primordial Era: I am the First Green Ox, the Senior Brother of the Three Religions

"No need to rush."

A profound light flashed in the eyes of the Annihilation Demon Ancestor: "Forcibly breaking through the boundary consumes too much energy. Since the other side wants a hundred years to reorganize their army, then let them have a hundred years."

"We should take advantage of this century to mobilize all the Myriad Demon Blood Sacrifice Arrays of the Nine Abyss, gather three thousand Primordial Demon Emperors, and sweep through with overwhelming power!"

"I will show that world that before absolute power, any resistance is futile!"

The words of the Ancestor of Annihilation resounded throughout the hall, instantly boosting the morale of the demons below, who roared in unison.

however.

Just as the entire temple was filled with a surge of fighting spirit and the clamor of demons.

The entire void of the hall, along with the three high-ranking Heavenly Dao level Demon Ancestors, suddenly froze without any warning!

The entire Heavenly Demon Temple fell into an extremely eerie state of stillness.

It wasn't because any formation was triggered, nor because someone cast a spell to immobilize the target.

Rather, it was the laws of the entire demon realm that were forcibly altered in that instant by an unreasonable and supreme power.

The millions of vengeful spirits behind the Soul Devouring Demon Ancestor stared wide-eyed, their pale faces frozen in the void, unable to utter a sound.

The jet-black demonic fire that had been leaping at the fingertips of the Demon Ancestor of Myriad Calamities froze into a lifeless flower, unable to emit even a trace of heat.

Standing before the central throne, the Ancestor of Annihilation, preparing to issue orders, had his muscles taut to the extreme, his gray-white pupils contracting sharply, as if he were being pressed firmly to the spot by an endless chaotic world.

What happened?!

The vast, Heavenly Dao-level magical power within the Ancestor of Annihilation surged wildly, attempting to forcefully break free from this restraint.

But no matter how he tried to activate his source, the magical power within his body was like a completely frozen pool of stagnant water, utterly unresponsive.

Even someone with the peak cultivation of the early stage of the Heavenly Dao realm would feel as insignificant as an ant that could be crushed at any moment in the face of this sudden, invisible pressure!

The hundreds of Chaos Demon Emperors below were in even worse shape, their bodies crushed to the ground, their bones cracking and popping, unable to move even a finger.

Throughout the entire Heavenly Demon Temple, only that ancient, vast, and terrifying will, which transcends all the great paths of the heavens, slowly flowed.

hum!

There was no thunder or any unusual phenomenon in the void.

It was merely a gentle Daoist chant, as soft as a breeze rippled across water, that resonated softly deep within the consciousness of everyone present.

Immediately afterwards, a crack silently appeared in the void directly above the three supreme thrones, in the area that originally belonged to the highest void of the demon realm.

A figure draped in a simple gray linen robe slowly stepped out from the crack.

The figure looked ordinary, possessing neither overwhelming ferocity nor astonishing divine light capable of tearing apart the universe.

His face was withered, and his eyes were cloudy, like an old man in his twilight years.

But every step he took left an indelible gray mark on the laws of the Demon Realm.

The Great Dao of the Demon Realm swirled around him, whimpering softly like a docile house dog, even retreating to keep its distance, not daring to touch a speck of dust on him.

The moment the figure completely entered the main hall.

The spacetime confinement that had been enveloping the demons was suddenly lifted.

thump!

thump!

thump!

The three Heavenly Dao-level Demon Ancestors, who were originally high above and invincible, did not hesitate at all. As if it were an instinctive reaction, they tumbled and fell from their supreme thrones, their knees slamming heavily onto the floor of the hall.

The Soul-Devouring Demon Ancestor buried his head deep between his arms, his whole body trembling like a leaf in a storm.

The Demon Ancestor of Ten Thousand Calamities' face was deathly pale, devoid of any color. His usual eccentricity had vanished, replaced only by a deep-seated fear.

The Demon Ancestor of Annihilation prostrated himself completely, his forehead pressed tightly against the cold black jade ground.

"Greetings, Your Majesty the Holy Ancestor!"

The voices of the three Heavenly Dao Demon Ancestors trembled and converged together.

The hundreds of Primordial Demon Emperors behind them were terrified, frantically banging their heads against the ground and screaming at the top of their lungs, "Greetings, Holy Ancestor! The Holy Ancestor is eternal and boundless, indestructible and immortal!"

The entire Heavenly Demon Temple was filled with the sound of worship filled with extreme fear.

Holy Ancestor!

The sole and absolute ruler of this supreme demon realm, an ancient and terrifying source that existed even before the birth of the demon realm itself.

In the legends of the Demon Realm, the three Demon Ancestors were nothing more than three pawns casually manipulated by the Holy Ancestor.

The Holy Ancestor's cultivation had long surpassed the so-called Heavenly Dao realm, stepping into the supreme realm of the Great Dao that even all living beings in the heavens dared not even dream of!

For millions of chaotic eras, the Holy Ancestor has been in seclusion and slumber in the Chaotic Abyss, the core of the Demon Realm, comprehending the supreme Dao.

These three demon ancestors usually wielded great power in the demon realm and considered themselves overlords, but in front of the Holy Ancestor, they were not even worthy of being called watchdogs.

No one expected that the death of a mere Bone Emperor and the defeat of a vanguard battle against a remote Great Thousand World would awaken this supreme old monster who had been asleep for countless years!

The gray-robed old man hovered in mid-air, looking down at the three demon ancestors lying at his feet.

His cloudy, seemingly unfocused eyes swept lightly over the three people's heads.

The hall was deathly silent, save for the rapid, heavy breathing and heartbeats of the demons.

A full half-incense stick's time had passed.

The old man in the gray robe slowly withdrew his gaze and began to speak in a leisurely manner.

His voice was hoarse and calm, without a trace of emotion, but to the three Demon Ancestors it was more terrifying than ten thousand bolts of destructive divine thunder exploding at the same time.

"The three of you were arguing quite a bit just now."

The old man said calmly, "The Soul Devourer wants the divine soul, the Myriad Calamities want the physical body for alchemy, and the Annihilation wants 60% of the Heavenly Dao's origin."

"They've clearly distinguished between different things, and they've got a pretty good plan."

The old man's lips twitched slightly, revealing a cold indifference: "How about I add another prize for you, dividing this continent of the Demon Realm into three parts as a birthday gift?"

Thump! With such a treasure, Randeng believes it is enough to suppress Xuandu.

The Soul-Devouring Demon Ancestor's forehead slammed into the ground, cracking the incomparably hard Ten-Thousand-Year Demon Jade, and blood flowed down his forehead.

"Holy Ancestor, please calm your anger! Your disciple knows his sins! Your disciple was arrogant for a moment, please spare my life!"

Wan Jie and Jie Mie also kowtowed repeatedly, their bodies covered in cold sweat, not daring to utter a single word in their defense.

They knew the Holy Ancestor's temperament all too well.

Back in the Second Demon Abyss, there was an ancient Demon Ancestor in the middle stage of the Heavenly Dao realm who, presuming upon his great achievements, uttered half a sentence more than necessary in front of the Holy Ancestor. As a result, the Holy Ancestor casually drained his source and ground his soul into nourishment for the boundary wall of the Demon Realm.

In the eyes of the Holy Ancestor, the Heavenly Dao Realm could be destroyed or created at will!