Perfect World: The First Dao Body in the Chaotic Era!

Li Dao nodded. After one cycle of reincarnation, his cultivation had weakened, and he needed to stay here for a while before he could leave.

A hint of admiration flashed in Feng Wu's eyes. Being able to step into this mysterious realm at such a dangerous moment gave her a deeper understanding of Li Dao's courage.

About three days later.

Inside an ancient cave within the Ten Thousand Mountains, Li Dao sat cross-legged on a futon, his body surrounded by a sea of ​​shimmering runes.

A faint divine light emanated from his body, and his aura was slowly increasing. His skin first aged and peeled, and then became extremely strong. The blood flowing in his body surged and echoed within the cave like a river.

hum!

He slowly opened his eyes, his platinum pupils seemingly capable of piercing through the heavens and the earth; he slowly rose, and a series of explosive sounds emanated from his entire body.

Each cycle in the Holy Sacrifice is a transformation and a test, and he can feel that after another test, his combat power has become even stronger.

Tread!

Stepping out of the cave, Feng Wu was guarding the entrance, sitting cross-legged in the void, a large bow resting on her lap, slowly comprehending the secrets.

Sensing Li Dao's presence, he slowly opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing within them.

"You recovered so quickly?"

At this moment, Li Dao's aura was even stronger than before, which made Feng Wu quite astonished.

Although the holy sacrifice is extremely dangerous, its benefits are also very obvious.

Li Dao nodded slightly.

“The whole body is refined through sacrifice, the cycle of reincarnation never ends, from prosperity to decline, from decline to prosperity, fortune and misfortune are interdependent.”

"The Great Way is thus."

Li Dao smiled slightly and said nothing more. Instead, he looked at Feng Wu and asked:

"Could you find out where those gods are gathered?"

Feng Wu gathered her long hair, and her expression became more serious.

"The Realm of Sacrificial Spirits".

Li Dao narrowed his eyes, clearly not entirely surprised.

The eight-armed soul clan's celestial elder took them away, left Lightning Child there, and later helped Shi Hao. It's not surprising that they were able to go there.

However, he wasn't too worried. There were eight great clans in the Spirit Sacrifice Realm, and each clan had a celestial god. It wouldn't be so easy for them to attack the Eight-Armed Soul Clan.

"Let's go, they must be going crazy looking for me."

The realm of spirits.

Outside Soul Island, ancient corpses of the Underworld Clan, celestial gods of the Immortal Palace, celestial gods of the Demon Dragon Dao Sect, and other powerful celestial beings gathered here.

The aura emanating from him locked onto Soul Island, and the terrifying pressure echoed between heaven and earth for a long time.

"We found the Celestial God who had entered our sect earlier in a forbidden area of ​​the ancient land. The scene was extremely tragic, and we sensed the aura of Dao Yi. It was undoubtedly him who killed him!"

The ancient corpse of the Netherworld Clan, its face branded with dark marks, licked its lips, its eyes filled with murderous intent.

"We can no longer allow this child to continue growing. If we fail to kill him, it will inevitably lead to unimaginable consequences."

The Heavenly God of the Demon Dragon Sect entered with the mission of killing Li Dao, and upon hearing of this matter shortly after entering the Immortal Ancient Realm, alarm bells rang in his mind.

"Spread the word: if Dao Yi doesn't come, we will launch a full-scale attack on Soul Island, letting those forces associated with Dao Yi know the consequences of offending us!"

The celestial deity of the Immortal Palace spoke with a detached voice, as indifferent as heavenly music, his fair face devoid of any emotion.

Everyone nodded in unison, ready to lure the enemy into the trap.

As this news spread, many gods secretly arrived, some to watch the spectacle, and others to try and profit from the opportunity.

For a time, the Spirit Realm was in turmoil. Although there were eight major clans, they were not a united front. Many of the major clans that competed with the Eight-Armed Soul Clan chose to watch the show.

Inside an ancient palace on Soul Island, the ancestor of the Eight-Armed Soul Clan sat at the head of the table, with a group of gods seated below him.

Among them were not only the gods of the Eight-Armed Soul Clan, but also the gods of other major clans that were on good terms with the Eight-Armed Soul Clan, such as the Centaur Clan.

"These outsiders are far too arrogant! Do they really think the Immortal Ancient City is some outside world they can take whatever they want?" The centaur god crossed his arms, his eyes filled with rage.

Clearly, they were very dissatisfied with the actions of the foreign gods; if they hadn't outnumbered the others, they would have already charged forward.

“This is no longer just a matter for young friend Dao Yi. If we don’t handle it well, how will we face others? People outside will really think we are weak and easy to bully!” Another celestial being chimed in.

"At this juncture, what should we do? Are we to fight those foreign gods?" one of the gods asked solemnly.

"Ahem." The eight-armed celestial god ancestor of the Soul Clan at the head of the table coughed lightly, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

At that moment, everyone fell silent and turned their attention to this ancestor.

"This battle is unavoidable. Shi Hao and Dao Yi carry my hope of breaking the curse. If they are killed by those gods, our tribe will eventually be annihilated by the curse."

The old god's words were so powerful and resounding that they immediately made everyone's resolve solid.

Meanwhile, in the cultivation haven behind Soul Island, Lightning Child was constantly drawing upon the Nine Heavens Profound Thunder to temper himself, his body radiating a faint precious light.

He slightly opened his eyes and found himself surrounded by emptiness. Last time, there had been a group of people cultivating here, but now he was all alone.

Through the array above his head, he saw the undercurrents surging outside Soul Island. He slowly stood up, his eyes filled with determination.

"We have already received a great debt of gratitude from the Eight-Armed Soul Clan, and we cannot let them be pushed into the dark currents because of me."

With a single step, his figure flashed and he headed out of Soul Island.

The next moment, the voice of the Celestial God resounded throughout the entire Soul Island.

"Hand over the Lightning Bolt, or we will launch a full-scale attack on Soul Island."

Don't say you weren't warned!

The Daoist chants swept across the entire Soul Island, instantly creating enormous waves.

Inside Soul Island, the faces of all the eight-armed Soul Clan members were grim, and they clenched their fists involuntarily.

"When did it become the time for these foreign gods to be so arrogant in the Immortal Ancient Era!"

Outside Soul Island, a group of celestial beings sat in mid-air, some with their arms crossed, others sitting cross-legged, all exuding an air of absolute confidence.

"I wonder if Dao Yi will come? If he doesn't, all the opportunities of the Eight-Armed Soul Clan will have been worth the effort of all this grand undertaking!"

The Heavenly God of the Demon Dragon Sect licked his lips, a glint of greed flashing in his eyes.

If it weren't for these gods who had a grudge against Li Dao coming here, they might be hunting down other geniuses right now and would already have made quite a bit of progress.

Tread!

Just as they were anticipating the success of their scheme, a figure approached from afar within Soul Island.

"I am coming!"

This change immediately shattered the relaxed atmosphere, and everyone stared intently as Lightning's figure slowly emerged.

Lightning Boy, clad in crimson-gold armor and radiating a dense aura of lightning, stepped out of Soul Island and, with a slight glance, saw a group of celestial beings casting their gazes upon him.

The terrifying pressure caused the void to churn violently, and Lightning felt as if a giant hand was gripping his neck, causing his face to turn pale.

The cracking sounds of bones colliding emanated from his body, yet his posture remained upright and his gaze unwavering.

The gods only regarded Lightning Spear as a chess piece, never expecting that this chess piece would actually walk out of Soul Island on its own.

"Ha! You're so arrogant and ignorant, why are you in such a hurry to die?" The ancient corpse of the Netherworld looked at Lightning Child with disdain in its eyes.

A chess piece should look like a chess piece, and the fact that it actually came out of Soul Island made them quite unhappy.

"Weren't you looking for me? I'm here."

The gods of the Eight-Armed Soul Clan protected him, but now he has become the one who brings disaster. Naturally, he does not want to implicate them, so he came.

"Hehehe, you do have some backbone. I'd like to see if you'll still have this much backbone when I take your bones off one by one." On the right side of the Celestial God in the Immortal Palace, a Celestial God spoke with a faint killing intent in his eyes.

Lightning Child didn't say anything more. Even when facing terrifying gods, his divine power began to circulate slowly, and terrifying lightning flashed around him.

"Give it a try."

Chapter 393 The Nine Heavens Chessboard Suppresses the Gods

As soon as Lightning finished speaking, the Heavenly God was taken aback, and then became somewhat annoyed.

In his eyes, this creature was like an ant, yet it dared to speak to him like that.

With a wave of his hand, a colossal hand descended from the sky, shattering the void. A terrifying pressure swept down, and a trickle of crimson blood spilled from the corner of Lightning's mouth.

Lightning felt his entire body's meridians being suppressed by terrifying power of law, his divine power stagnating and immobile.

"Thunder Emperor's Treasure Technique!"

With a loud shout, he summoned the thunder from the heavens, which shattered the attack of the celestial god.

This change also attracted a group of gods who were watching the show.

"Thunder Emperor's Treasure Technique?"

Many gods had a greedy look in their eyes. They originally regarded Lightning Seed as an insignificant ant and would leave it to others to deal with.

But once the Thunder Emperor's Treasure Technique was unleashed, the meaning immediately changed. He no longer cared about bullying the weak and directly raised his hand to seize Lightning Child.

Each of the Ten Fierce Treasure Techniques is extremely rare, and now that one of them is right in front of them, how could they just watch it be obtained by someone else?

In an instant, devastating attacks came from all directions towards Lightning.

Click!

Just as the colossal hand was about to strike Lightning Child, the void suddenly shattered, the clouds in the sky were scattered, and the attack of the gods was instantly disintegrated.

"I promised that kid I would protect you, so don't let me break my promise."

Before Lightning Child, the eight-armed Soul Clan's celestial being slowly appeared, holding a bone sword. With a gentle wave, the attacks of many celestial beings were instantly thwarted.

When the group of celestial beings, led by the Immortal Palace, saw that the powerful celestial beings from Soul Island had actually appeared, a look of surprise flashed in their eyes.

They thought their plan was going to fail, but they didn't realize how important Li Dao was to these people.

"Hehehe, old man, are you planning to protect him from us all by yourself?" The Heavenly God of the Demon Dragon Sect had a sinister look in his eyes. He was just one step away from catching Lightning Seed and obtaining the Ten Fierce Treasures Technique. Now he couldn't help but feel annoyed.

"When did you say he was the only one?"

The Daoist voice slowly spread out, causing ripples in the void. A celestial being with an ancient aura but immense power appeared behind the old celestial being.