Just as the old patriarch forced me to my death, I achieved the unity of Dao and fruition.

"Fellow Daoist, please prepare to die!"

As Gu Changjin finished speaking, the dark red line on the crimson-gold immortal sword in his hand lit up completely.

hum!

The sound of swords echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

The four directions, which had already been reversed, completely lost their original concept at this moment.

No matter where the Demon Ancestor retreated or where he was, the South was always before him.

That's where the sharpness of that crimson gold immortal sword lies!

"You think you can kill me? Not so easy!"

The Demon Ancestor roared in anger.

By this point, he had no way out.

His demonic aura burned wildly within him, and streams of fortune from various demon races were forcibly drawn into his body.

Behind him, the phantoms of countless demons rose once more.

However, compared to before, the phantom that appeared this time was noticeably dimmer.

The human immortal army is sweeping across all the demon realms.

Every time the demon race loses a territory or destroys a clan, the amount of fortune that the demon ancestor can mobilize decreases.

The sword in Gu Changjin's hand grew stronger and stronger!

"What is borrowed will never truly belong to you."

Gu Changjin shook his head.

The crimson gold immortal sword then fell.

Click!

The bronze demon mirror hanging above the demon ancestor's head shattered completely.

The illusory images of billions of demons kneeling in worship within the mirror shattered simultaneously.

The sword light continued its momentum, slicing through the indistinct, multifaceted demonic form once more.

The enormous demonic body split in the middle, and before it could dissipate, it was swallowed up by the surrounding darkness that was constantly closing in.

The Demon Ancestor trembled.

He looked down.

A dark red sword mark had pierced through his body without him even realizing it.

The demon race's status, immortal soul, origin, and even the cultivation insights brought back from the True Immortal Realm were all being rapidly lost along that sword mark!

"Wait! I also know the secret of the Immortal Ascension Gate!"

"I can tell you about the True Immortal Realm..."

The Demon Ancestor's voice abruptly stopped.

The darkness of night surged from behind him, completely covering his last remaining image.

An ancient being who could harness the power of a mid-stage Xuanxian by borrowing the fortune of the demon race vanished from the world.

Within the Devouring Immortal Realm, an exceptionally bright star has appeared.

The fruit trembled slightly.

Two hundred pure white strands of the Unity Principle condensed accordingly!

Gu Changjin's smile deepened.

The Demon Ancestor has not lived in vain all these years.

Compared to ordinary Xuanxian-level beings like the Hundred-Faced Ancient Venerable, he was indeed much wealthier.

He turned his head and looked at the Faceless Saint Ancestor and the Nine-Eyed Ancient Venerable, who were being held in the hands of the Fire Virtue and Water Virtue.

The two men's faces had long lost any of the dignity they once held as ancient ancestors of a different race.

All that remains is fear.

Even the Demon Ancestor only managed to block a few sword strikes.

Now that their very essence is shattered and their status is suppressed, what can they use to resist?

"Palace Master, spare my life!"

The Faceless Ancestor was the first to speak.

"The Holy Church is willing to submit to the human race, and we can even help the Immortal Palace guard and expand the cultivation world!"

The nine eyes of the Nine-Eyed Ancient Venerable were also trembling continuously.

"Our people are willing to serve the human race as their master for generations to come!"

"It's too late."

Gu Changjin only replied with two words.

The void in the distance cracked open once more.

The Jin De, Mu De, and the East and West Palace Masters walked out at the same time.

Each of the four individuals also suppressed an ancient being whose aura was waning.

There are ancient ancestors hidden behind different great domains, and there are also ancient venerables nurtured by foreign races using their vast clan fortune.

In the past, the mere appearance of any one of them would have been enough to plunge a region into despair in the world of cultivation.

But now, the six of them were neatly arranged in front of Gu Changjin.

It looks just like livestock that has been washed clean and is waiting to be slaughtered.

Gu Changjin did not waste any time.

The crimson gold immortal sword fell again and again.

With each sword strike, an ancient being who had lived for countless millennia vanished.

With each ancient being that vanishes, a new star appears in the night sky that devours immortal achievements.

The screams gradually subsided.

Finally, the world fell silent again.

Including the Hundred-Faced Ancient Venerable who was previously killed, a total of seven beings capable of unleashing the power of a Xuanxian have perished on both the Holy Sect and the alien race's side.

Each one brought Gu Changjin one hundred principles of returning to the One.

In addition, there were two hundred demon ancestral dharmas.

Nine hundred principles converge into one, resembling a pure white river that encircles the Dao Fruit!

With the complete disappearance of these top-level beings, the war that swept across the entire human race and numerous alien races was no longer in doubt.

……

Ten years later.

In the Central Continent of the Great Luo Heaven, lies the Immortal City of Chengtian.

Inside the city's largest restaurant, an old man in a gray robe slammed his gavel.

"Ten years ago, the Zhongtian Bell rang, and the Nine Palaces opened simultaneously!"

"The Lord of the Celestial Palace has returned from his eternal slumber. With a single command, the immortal sects of the Five Realms mobilize, and billions of human cultivators journey beyond the boundary!"

"In that battle, demonic clouds blotted out the sky, and the ancient ancestors of the alien race traversed countless realms!"

"But the Lord of the Celestial Palace only drew one sword!"

The old man in the gray robe deliberately paused at this point.

Someone in the restaurant immediately asked impatiently:

"and then?"

"Wasn't that Demon Ancestor supposed to be the ruler of all demons, and even cultivated in the True Immortal Realm?"

The old man in the gray robe stroked his beard and smiled.

"Then?"

"Naturally, the sword fell and the Demon Ancestor perished, the Nine Palaces suppressed all races!"

"From that day on, the Demon Court collapsed, the Holy Religion was destroyed, and the ancestral lands of many alien races were successively trampled to the ground by the Celestial Army!"

"In just ten short years, wherever the human race's immortal banners went, no other race dared to stand in their way!"

"good!"

A chorus of cheers erupted from inside the restaurant.

Someone slammed the spirit stone on the table.

Some people gazed longingly at the illusory palace hanging high at the edge of the sky.

Some young cultivators were so excited that they wished they had been born ten years earlier so they could have joined that great battle that would have been recorded in the annals of human history.

Ten years have passed, and the war is nearing its end.

Only a small number of remnants of the demon race and the alien race remained, fleeing to even more remote and desolate lands.

The cultivation worlds that were originally scattered in the wilderness were now connected by a long-distance teleportation array that stretched for countless miles.

A celestial city rose from the ground, and the celestial sects moved to the wilderness.

For the first time, countless cultivators who were previously confined to one realm were able to traverse the vast void and travel to other cultivation realms.

The five human realms, nourished by a continuous supply of resources, have become more prosperous than ever before.

The celestial palace that initiated all of this has become a sacred place recognized by all of humanity.

The number one immortal among humans, the master of the immortal palace.

Over the past decade, this title has been repeatedly mentioned by countless people, gradually transforming into a legend that is even more magnificent than before.

Two young cultivators, a man and a woman, were sitting by the window in the restaurant.

Both of them wore the deep red robes of the Sky Patrol Officers, with pale silver cloud patterns embroidered on the cuffs.

It was Gu Qingxiao and Gu Xiaolou.

Having entered the Immortal Palace for over three hundred years, both of them have now reached the Integration Realm.

Such cultivation level would be enough to hold sway over a region in the outside world.

However, in the current Celestial Palace, he is only qualified to serve as a patrol officer under the Celestial Patrol Division, responsible for inspecting the newly built Celestial City and various remote teleportation arrays.

Over the course of more than three hundred years, they have had many opportunities.

I have also witnessed far too much of the coldness and warmth of human relationships that I had never seen before.

Especially three hundred years ago.

After the ancestor achieved true immortality and was summoned to the main hall by the Palace Master of the Fire Virtue Immortal Palace, he never returned.

The celestial flames belonging to the Immortal Official of Suppressing Flames have not yet been extinguished.

For over three hundred years, no news was ever reported.

At first, the number of people coming to visit almost wore out the door.

Later, fewer and fewer people remained.

Later on, even the disciples of the Immortal Palace who had previously taken the initiative to befriend them would only offer a polite nod when they met.

As Gu Xiaolou listened to the storyteller on stage describe the number one immortal of the human race as omnipotent, the corner of his mouth unconsciously twitched.

If it were three hundred years ago, she probably would have already said something.

But now, she simply lowered her head and quietly took a sip of the now-cold spiritual tea.

Gu Qingxiao glanced at her but didn't say anything.

The three hundred years in the Celestial Palace had long since taught the brother and sister a very simple truth.

Some things are better left unsaid.

Especially regarding the celestial palace.