Sweeping across the heavens, starting with the first emperor of the ancient times.

The edge of the universe.

Fang Yuan, the Demon Lord of Refining Heaven, stood on a pile of shattered star debris, his body shrouded in bloody aura, his cultivation level already at the peak of Quasi-Emperor.

Two figures stood side by side in front of him.

On the left is Sun Ming, the Starry Sky Battle Body, dressed in white, his body exuding a natural Daoist aura, as if he were one with heaven and earth, possessing an unparalleled elegance.

Large, illusory stars floated around Sun Ming's body; these were unusual phenomena related to his physical constitution.

Sun Ming is one of the strongest prodigies of this era, and is said to possess the potential to become an emperor.

On the right is the prince of the Golden Divine Bull Clan, standing three zhang tall, covered in golden scales, with a pair of curved golden horns on his head, and holding a golden warhammer in his hand, exuding a wild and violent aura.

As the biological son of the Divine Bull Emperor, his strength is beyond doubt. Generally speaking, the biological sons of Heavenly Venerables or Ancient Emperors are all extremely powerful and can be considered top-tier geniuses.

Especially in the early stages, because of the imperial laws in their blood, these people have a great advantage, even more so than some top-tier physiques.

However, their success and failure both stemmed from the laws of the Emperor's Way; these people would find it extremely difficult to attain enlightenment.

From the age of mythology to the present, not a single Heavenly Venerable or ancient prince has attained enlightenment.

However, his strength before attaining enlightenment was still extremely powerful. When his imperial blood boiled, it was almost equivalent to the reappearance of a young ancient emperor.

"Demon Lord of Refining Heaven, your path ends here." Sun Ming's voice was calm, but it carried a strong killing intent.

Not long ago, Fang Yuan killed his childhood sweetheart, and the two were now mortal enemies and rivals in the Daoist struggle.

Only one of them can survive today.

The divine bull prince exhaled two streams of white vapor from his nostrils, his voice booming like thunder:

"You fiend, you killed my clan's prodigy! Today, you will pay for this in blood!"

Fang Yuan laughed, a wild and unrestrained laugh.

"Hahaha, enough talk, come at me both at once, it'll save me trouble. I will prove my imperial path with your blood!"

He is now at the peak of Quasi-Emperor, only one step away from proving the Dao. He fears no one, and even if the Heavenly Venerable Ancient Emperor were to be resurrected, he is confident that he can defeat him.

In the past, he would have been afraid if two top geniuses of the same realm joined forces, but now, he has already achieved great success!

Fang Yuan's good friend Liu Feng was also successfully devoured by him not long ago, and is still one of his best supplements.

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Yuan transformed into a streak of bloody light and charged out to kill!

boom!

A great battle erupted instantly!

Sun Ming raised his hand, and all the myriad paths of heaven and earth resounded in unison. Endless star power descended from the depths of the universe, transforming into countless laws and beams of light that slashed towards Fang Yuan. Each beam could cleave down a great star.

The Divine Bull Prince roared, and his golden warhammer crashed down. Wherever the hammer's light passed, the void collapsed, displaying a primal, creation-like grandeur.

Fang Yuan neither dodged nor evaded. A ten-thousand-foot-tall phantom of a demon god rose from the sea of ​​blood, and he met the attack head-on with both fists!

The aftershocks of the clash between the three powerful beings completely overturned the already devastated edge of the universe!

Star fragments turned to dust, and the void constantly collapsed and reformed!

At this moment, countless powerful figures across the heavens were watching the battle using secret techniques.

An ancient star of the human race, the ancestral home of the Sun family.

The patriarch of the Sun family sat in the ancestral hall, with a water mirror floating in front of him, reflecting the scene of the battlefield.

Behind him, a group of elders from the Sun family wore solemn expressions.

"Can Sun Ming win?" an elder asked in a low voice.

The ancestor remained silent for a moment, then slowly said, "It's hard to say. This fiend, the Heavenly Refining Demon Lord, has devoured the essence of countless geniuses, and his physique is now extremely terrifying. He has already reached the pinnacle of the demonic path."

On the ancestral star of the Golden Divine Bull Clan, atop the sacred mountain.

The current chieftain of the Golden Divine Bull Clan is a quasi-emperor old bull, who stands before the altar with all the clan's elders.

A golden ancient mirror floats in the center of the altar, reflecting the fierce battle between the Divine Ox Prince and Fang Yuan.

"Your Highness..." an elder's voice trembled.

The old patriarch stared at his reflection in the mirror, his bull-like eyes bloodshot: "The prince has inherited our clan's royal blood; he will never be defeated!"

Even so, the veins on his clenched fists were bulging.

Fang Yuan is too ruthless, and his battle record is terrifying.

Throughout the universe, many monks are also paying attention.

"We must win..." someone prayed.

"Kill that demon!" someone gritted their teeth.

Few people want Fang Yuan, a ruthless and cruel man, to win.

If Fang Yuan wins, it will be the dark age of the universe.

But the war is developing in the direction that many people least want to see.

On the battlefield, Fang Yuan's body was shattered on one side, and his blood splattered across the sky.

Cracks appeared on his body, and his aura began to become unstable.

Sun Ming's Taoist robe was stained red with blood, and a deep, bone-revealing wound was torn open on his left shoulder.

The Divine Bull Prince's golden scales were mostly shattered, his right horn was broken, and his aura was weak.

All three were seriously injured.

"Not enough..." Fang Yuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes growing increasingly crazed. "You haven't satisfied me enough; I need even greater pressure!"

He suddenly bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of his heart's essence!

"Blood Sacrifice of All Spirits, Begin!"

The essence and blood transformed into countless crimson runes, merging into the void.

Fang Yuan then took out his natal weapon, the Myriad Saints Banner, which was entirely forged from Dao Tribulation Gold.

Of course, others call this weapon the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, a notorious evil weapon that shakes the heavens, but Fang Yuan thinks the Ten Thousand Saints Banner sounds better, so he calls it the Ten Thousand Saints Banner himself.

He gently waved the banner in his hand.

The next moment, a vast, desolate star field on the edge of the universe was shrouded in an endless sea of ​​blood!

In the sea of ​​blood, countless twisted faces appeared, wailing and struggling!

There was the despair of the old servant of the Fang family before his death, the pain of the Golden Bull Clan's prodigy having his heart ripped out, the resentment of the divine body prodigy having his essence drained, and the tears of Lin Qingyue when she touched his face for the last time...

All the people he killed and all the souls he devoured were forcibly summoned to help Fang Yuan fight.

These people contributed their essence to Fang Yuan before they died, helping him improve his strength. After they died, they still had to do hard labor for him and fight for him.

Every last drop of value has been squeezed out of them; this is the demonic cultivation, this is Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan's Ten Thousand Souls Banner emitted a thick golden light, which was the original holy light of the Dao Tribulation Gold.

But at this moment there is a sinister quality, a mixture of the sacred and the evil.

"What kind of evil magic and weapon is this?" Sun Ming's expression changed drastically. He felt that the star power around him was being polluted by the sea of ​​blood.

This was the first time he had personally encountered such weapons and evil magic.

He's clearly a demonic cultivator, but his weapon is emitting golden light. Is that right?

The Divine Bull Prince roared, transforming into a thousand-foot-tall golden bull demon, his four hooves shattering stars as he tried to break through the sea of ​​blood.

But at that moment, Fang Yuan's body underwent a change.

Layers of chaotic light began to appear on the surface of his broken body.

It wasn't a single color, but rather a mixture of countless primal energies, with the fiery heat of golden blood.

It possesses the ethereal quality of a divine body, the resilience of a Brahma battle body, the cool elegance of a star-moon divine body, and the fiery domineering power of a Xuan Yang king body…

All the physical essences he had devoured were now beginning to fuse within his body, forming an extremely special state.

Although it is far from being as perfect and flawless as a true chaotic entity, it does possess some of the characteristics of a chaotic entity, making it impervious to all laws.

"This is..." Sun Ming's pupils suddenly contracted.

As a Star Battle Body, he has a very keen perception of the Great Dao.

He could clearly sense that the aura emanating from Fang Yuan at this moment was extremely strange, as if countless Dao principles were forcibly mixed together, chaotic yet self-contained.

"He's imitating the Chaos Body!" Sun Ming exclaimed in shock. "Having devoured so much of the body's essence, he's actually managed to touch the threshold!"