struggle and delay. In the final stage, they were both accelerating, only advancing by more than two hundred positions because of each other's strong interference.”Let me know if you have any other t...At this point, the mighty giant ape's form had become far too immense.

Five fingers, like five mountains.

That palm line, like a valley.

The flying long fluff, like the mountains and forests swaying.

The boundless divine power supports the actions of this divine form.

Such a reckless palm strike, as if it were going to exterminate all the demon beasts present!

If it were really like that, Lu Qilang wouldn't be surprised either. Since everyone would fight side by side until the very end, he could always endure and seize the fleeting best opportunity.

But the inspiration that flashed in his mind told him very strongly that the target of this gigantic ape was actually the tiny spark deep within the ashes at the bottom of the bronze cauldron.

Then I can't bear it anymore...

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...like a mountain's palm had just opened.

All the demons on the Heavenly Demon Altar had already scattered like birds and beasts.

From the mountain path to its descent, from the edges of the cloud platform to the very air, that petal of plum blossom escaped.

Only Luchichi, who stood alone before the bronze tripod, his gaze sweeping across four directions as if wielding a sword, remained.

His handsome face flushed, he roused himself and cried out with fervent emotion: "The Celestial Demon Altar was left behind by our ancestors! How can we stand idly by and allow it to be so easily destroyed by wicked spirits!"

The only answer to him was the hairy paw of the ape god, hunting in the wind.

It's truly a time of moral decay, where evil intentions run rampant.

Even the Heavenly Demon Altar is unguarded now!

Xiong Sisi and Ling Xihu, Yang Yu and Shou Galan, these few were dodging danger while also continuing to fight each other relentlessly, you couldn't rely on them at all.

If a spider demon possessed such terrifying supernatural powers, it would be extremely difficult to control.

She was aloof, keeping to herself and having nothing to do with others.

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That Chai Ah-Si has run up to the next level of the mountain path and is rambling on there, probably trying to smooth things over. Saying all sorts of foolish things like "loyal bone" for me.

As for the peace-keeper ghosts...

Recalling the danger he had felt from Tai Ping's ghost messenger, Rokujiro directly named him, "Ghost Messenger brother, heroes of the world, but you and I. In this time of crisis, it is time to join forces and uphold justice for the world."

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The hefty figure of the peace-seeking ghost official spun around several times, already climbing the stairs, not even bothering to turn back!

He, Zhu Dali, is full of justice and not without brains. This Heavenly Demon Altar has been destroyed countless times over the years, so what's the harm in destroying it once more Who knows what that Deer fellow is thinking!

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The vast plaza before the mountain stood empty, shrouded in an eerie gloom.

Where brilliance shines, there is no place devoid of blessings.

A celestial demon altar, ancient and sprawling, looked like a mere speck under that furry giant's palm. And Lu Qi'lang was just a grain of sand on that speck.

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Then, the fine sand became swords singing!

That was the end of the boundless long night, piercing through the first ray of dawn. That was the first sound born in the eternal silence of erosion.

It must be sharp!

It is necessary to awaken the past with pain and open up the future with blood.

The clash of divine power grew increasingly violent, finally causing Him to feel pain. His hand, lost control, fell with a earth-shattering roar.

...yet it did not damage the Heavenly Demon Altar in the slightest. He was also unable to manipulate his power, delicately extracting the fireseed from within the cauldron.

Instinctual urgency, bewildering contemplation, fresh pain... all intertwined. To the point that he had absolutely no patience for the little demon clawing its way up his arm!

"Roar!"

He roared, opening his maw wide. Instinctively driven destructive power swirled behind his dripping fangs.

Then a rainbow hung in the vast sky.

At that time, Shù Gālán and Yáng Yù were engaged in a fierce battle. Although they fought relentlessly, they kept each other in check, their struggle confined to the cliffside. It was nothing like the all-out brawl between Xióng Sān sī and Líng Xīhuá, who fought recklessly, even dragging the fight into Wàn Shén Hǎi.

As he casually brushed aside the mallet that Yang Yu delivered, he glanced up at the precipice and just saw Lu Qilang leap forward with a sword, piercing through the throat of the giant ape's divine form!

Its uniquely sharp sword light also pierced through the destructive divine power that was still swirling around his throat!

The swordsmanship created by Kamikura Shiichi, the God-Fragrance Flower Sea, is said to have a sharpness that can pierce anything. Now it can be seen!

It is said that, alone, Rokurota entered the giant mouth of the King Kong deity. With immense strength, he struck through the destructive power concentrated in its throat. Of course, he had his reasons for doing so.

...nor could it possibly be because of some "protection of the ancestral celestial demon altar".

To protect a burning celestial demon altar, any sacrifice would be understandable. But for a celestial demon altar that has been extinguished for countless years, with only its honorary significance remaining, coupled with a celestial demon seed like him, it's hardly worth the effort.

There's a saying among humans: "People's hearts are like separated stomachs."

He said that no matter how complicated a person's heart is, it's more than just skin deep. There are muscles and bones separating us. No one can truly see through another person with just a glance.

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Now, these yokai are all cunning and clever, each with their own full of thoughts.

The era when emotions and ideals alone could rally thousands of troops has long gone!

To find someone as simple-minded as a naive monkey, like Yuan Meng, is truly rare!

No matter how hard he tried to rally support or appeal to emotions, he couldn't get anyone to lend a hand.

But as the myriad demons scattered like birds and beasts, he also saw his opportunity.

There wasn't anyone willing to lend a hand. On the other hand, it seemed that no one truly understood the value of this giant ape deity's form. Who would truly comprehend its worth and yet be content to let him capture the fire essence within the cauldron

His inspiration told him that besides the Lingxihua who could preemptively trigger the power of the Sea of Ten Thousand Gods, there were also hidden observers lurking within the Sea of Ten Thousand Gods.

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Like Xi Hua, he does not share the same purpose for confronting Wan Shen Hai as Lu Qi Lang.

Opportunity is born out of such deviations. Although it's not the planned time node and hasn't reached the best state, it's still a good opportunity.

It's better to meet by chance than to be invited. The best inspiration is born naturally!

One sword pierced through the destructive force that was still swirling, and Rokujiro leaped into the throat of the giant ape divine form, as if leaping into a terrifying abyss that seemed bottomless!

Overwhelming divine power, almost tangible, cut through the endless abyss of terror with streaks of light.

And that radiance occasionally shone out, on either side of the so-called "cliffs" formed by piles of flesh, there was a row upon row, densely packed with niches!

They were like the most vital organs of this body, filling and containing the limits of its viscera. They adorned the monstrous form within, making it both wondrous and terrifying.

Of course, there is a god enshrined in each shrine.

Although they all closed their eyes and pursed their lips, concealing their divine powers. Yet, there was a divine radiance flowing, alternating with brilliance, and the majesty of deities present. A myriad of divine manifestations intertwined, possessing tangible weight.

Leaping into the giant ape's belly, one beholds the cave of ten thousand gods!

Everything I see and feel now is exactly as the ancestor said.

But it was clear that this divine ape's form was born anew, even after the invasion of the Ape Dream Realm, manifesting only a simple intelligence.

And all of this, had been seen through beforehand.

The realm of the celestial demon is indeed unlike that of mortals.

In the depths, where Shinhi wanders, a faint connection begins to form.

They are governed by simple intelligence and have a rather sluggish reaction. Of course, with the support of the entire Wan Shen Hai, even the slowest reaction can be devastating. That immense power once it surges, is like mountains collapsing and floods surging; even the fastest speed will be swept over.

Lu Qiulang's sword continuously stabbed out, piercing each connection before it could form. Of course, this was not a foolproof solution, nor was it possible to completely eradicate them.

But in this process, he has moved infinitely closer to his goal.

The abyss was windless, yet he brought the wind with him. He plunged at incredible speed, skimming past countless shrines, heading deeper and deeper into the chasm. He had traversed mountains and seas, plucked divine infants!

The giant ape's form was still half-submerged in the Sea of Gods, still absorbing its power, still expanding. Though not as rapid as at first, it seemed endless.

The uncontrollable right palm of the robe, was already covering that bronze cauldron, incidentally burying the mountain platform.

It seems to have become another plateau.

Of course, as divine power continuously washed over him, the sword light piercing the key points that Rokuro wielded had already been dispersed.

At present, being unable to move is simply due to the wisdom of the giant ape god's form not keeping up, and he doesn't yet know how to handle the already chaotic divine power. But even the vast sea of anger eventually calms.

The divine power sent from the Heavenly Deity Platform of the Ancient Imperial City to this realm was originally pure, having been "washed" countless times. However, summoning myriad deities inevitably left some complex imprints to varying degrees, requiring a degree of control to guide them in the same direction.

As divine power continues to expand, all imprints will eventually fade and return to the source of power itself.

All the demons present were extraordinary beings, of course they knew the danger of this giant ape's appearance. But each had their own thoughts.

Amidst the biting mountain wind, Shegu Yu's figure flickered in and out of sight. Yet, within that wavering presence, a cold voice echoed, "Are you innately hostile towards deities"

She asked about Zhu Dali.

Perhaps because they had traveled together for a while, Zhu Dali instinctively ran to her vicinity when he escaped from the Heavenly Demon Altar.

Her venomous reputation was not unknown to the world. Even in the neighboring realms of Shenxiang Flower Sea and Tianxi Wasteland, who wouldn't tremble before her

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After witnessing Ling Xi Hua's true power, there was palpable fear in everyone's eyes.

Zhu Dali was taken aback, surprised that the usually taciturn Snake Gu Yu would take the initiative to ask him a question. But he didn't overthink it and replied earnestly: "I have no ill will towards deities. My animosity is directed at evil. I only kill evil gods."

She Gu Yu Dao, "There are so many evil gods in the Demon Realm, can you kill them all"

Zhu Dali said, "I'll do what I can." His night-walking clothes and his ample belly didn't quite fit in with these prodigies.

But his calmness and firmness made him not seem insignificant.

When he was running away, he approached Sheguyu's side. He wasn't thinking too much at the time. Compared to the gentle and refined noblewoman Zhulanruo, he instinctively felt that Sheguyu seemed less threatening.

She said nothing more.

After about five breaths, Zhu Dali said: "Can I ask you a question that I've always wanted to ask but never have Seeing Yuan Mengji just disappear so easily just now suddenly made me want to ask again."

That's a roundabout way of putting it, but the meaning is clear.

She Guyu neither agreed nor disagreed. She simply watched the giant ape's divine countenance silently, her attention fixed on the shifting tides of the Wan Shen Sea.

Zhu Dali then whispered, "Why did you slaughter your own kin"

She Guyu remained silent.

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Only the mountain wind batters against the cliff.

One call after another.

He was shouting something, but I couldn't make out what.

At this time, Mount Shenshan had three battlefields.

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As for Shǔ Gālán and Yáng Yù, needless to say, Lù Qīláng walked alone, with a mighty ape's divine form in his chest and abdomen. The bear, Sān Sī, and Líng Xīhuá were already fighting, causing the clouds of the sea to churn; even the surrounding statues retreated.

Both were neither demons nor humans, nor monsters. When they clashed, their methods were bizarre and unpredictable.

As a pawn sent into the Divine Firmament World by San Ye Jiejun, Ling Xihua, who boasted of being "the first spirit race in the world," indeed possessed extraordinary skills. He was proficient in the cultivation methods of the demon race, human race, and magic race, almost seamlessly integrating them, maximizing his physical advantages.

On the other hand, Xiong Sansi hardly used his physical strength. He simply kept showcasing all sorts of extraordinary sword techniques.

"To achieve greatness, we must endure hardship." Ling Xihu at this time was half covered in black mist, half in bone spurs, surging through the clouds, his voice sinister: "You are fortunate to become a spirit clan, you should accept yourself well. Could it be that by closing your eyes, you would not be like this Upon waking, could you return to yesterday"

Of course, Xiong Sanshi knew how to strike a nerve with Ling Xi Hua.

For example, I am the first spirit race recognized by the San'e Jie Jun of the world.

For example, the demonic markings on your face were meant for me. He intended to implant them on my face, but ultimately gave up.

But Xiong San didn't say anything.

These are either Ling Xi Hua's pride, or to him they are a disgrace.

So he was silent.

Amidst the silent pantheon, a silent carnage unfolds.

That beating heart was the only sound in his body.

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>d to walk out of town.Words fail me, so I remain silent.Powerless, therefore inaction.I hope that when Wei is about to make a move, he will think everything through clearly just as I have. Of course,...