"What a wicked disciple, truly believing transcendence is so easily attained? With your approach, you have not the slightest hope of becoming a saint. Harmonization of one realm is your limit."

"The three of you are merely provisions I prepared for Taiyi, yet it seems this rebellious disciple has detected something, refusing even a bite, causing me years of distress."

Qinglian sighed, already prepared to burn his Dao Fruit.

This place must not lose its seal; once the Death Demon escapes, the Netherworld will face enemies on both sides!

At this moment.

Qinglian's expression suddenly shifted.

In the past, after failing his breakthrough, he unknowingly sank into the Burial Sea, only to be accidentally rescued by Ke Qingxiu later.

After leaving the Burial Sea, a mark appeared on him, and he lost all memory of the place.

Yet everything within the Burial Sea was in a frozen state to begin with, so lacking memory was normal.

But at this very moment, the mark transmitted a burning sensation, as if... being anchored?

Qinglian's heart sank — was there truly something wrong with his past sinking into the Burial Sea?

"This... Taoist Friend Qinglian? Please wait aside for a moment. Once I handle this rebellious disciple, I'll lead you to where you should be."

Luo Xuan smiled,

"Though we share similar origins, I wonder why you have fallen to this state. You shouldn't linger here."

While Qinglian's brows furrowed, his gaze fell elsewhere, not on Luo Xuan.

Luo Xuan suddenly turned around to look behind him.

There was a dark vortex, within which lay a vast ocean of suffering. All who fell into it found no salvation, no escape.

"This madman..." Qinglian murmured.

This fellow had indeed kept a backup plan, and that plan was... to move the Eye of Sea of Suffering directly above the sealing ground!

Luo Xuan laughed aloud, his voice rolling like waves saying:

"Though I may not wish to touch the Bitter Sea, it doesn't mean I fear it! The Eye of Sea of Suffering was one of our objectives all along, and yet you bring it right before me?"

A stream of Pure Qi soared into the clouds, while the thirty-six Divine Rings around Luo Xuan each manifested different Dao paths, as if a vast and profound universe unfolded, spreading a terrifying aura.

Qinglian's expression changed drastically; this aura was incredibly powerful, perhaps even surpassing the strongest stance of the Saint Kings he'd encountered!

"Then I will crush the Eye of Sea of Suffering ahead of time, letting the Bitter Sea drown this world." Luo Xuan lifted his hand and murmured, "I wonder how the Red Lotus would thank me."

A vast and terrifying aura swelled, and with a wave of his hand, Luo Xuan summoned a colossal Dharma Form, with thirty-seven heads, each with floating Divine Rings behind it, the grandness of its aura threatening to burst the vastness of the Netherworld! 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Just as Luo Xuan deliberately avoided the rivers of Fate and Time, ready to forcibly destroy the Eye of Sea of Suffering—

Luo Xuan suddenly turned his head to look back.

A shadow with an obscure, towering aura emerged, dark as ink, gradually forming a complete figure between Heaven and Earth.

Amidst the Void, a figure stood silently, its presence seemingly melding with space. It was clad in armor, its aura restrained to the extreme, as cold as an emotionless killing puppet.

Yet Luo Xuan felt an overwhelming pressure from this person!

It was an unrivaled dominance, surveying all realms, superior over the endless ages of eternity!

Behind this person, vague figures could be seen standing silently, with only blurry outlines, yet their presence was enough to instill dread.

The leader of this group spoke, his voice cold and hoarse, as if his throat was unhealed, yet his words were irrefutable:

"Before the Life Soul and Seven Spirits of the Netherworld Lord resolve their contest, the Bitter Sea cannot emerge."

"Considering this is your first offense, leave quickly, otherwise, even as Luo Hou's brother, you cannot bear the brunt of this Karma."

Luo Xuan remained silent for a moment, having already avoided Time and Destiny, yet still, a third person stood in his path.

Then, this person finally erupted, laughing in rage, exuding an even more violent, demonic aura than the Death Demon!

It seemed as if countless ferocious dragons rose to the sky, roaring with fury, all manifesting from his anger, sweeping across to destroy everything!

Boom—!

Just as Qinglian's heart was shaken, a thunderous boom reverberated over the cold, vast cosmos.

An unimaginably sharp blade forcefully pierced through the Boundary of the universe, plunging into the Star Sea. With its mere descent, endless star rivers were obliterated, countless stars crumbled!

The Netherworld trembled, All Spirits prostrated, and souls quivered!

Even the Saints on the front lines couldn't help but turn abruptly, looking back in horror towards the Great Universe.

This is... a Transcender?!

"A mere Netherworld..."

"How many hidden dragon and serpent forces exist, truly thinking they can block me again and again?!"

"Don't you understand the principle of 'three attempts'?!"

Under chilling Divine Light, Luo Xuan's voice of ultimate cruelty resounded through the heavens!

With resounding force, he grasped his Divine Weapon, cutting through everything, bearing the might of shattering this realm, reforging Chaos!

A terrifying clash of Daos erupted, with endless Qi flowing in all directions!

Even with Qinglian intercepting just the fringes to prevent harm to the Yanhuang Federation, he felt the strain!

"Even Luo Hou dared not speak to me this way."

The figure coldly responded, surprisingly catching the tearing Divine Weapon with a bare hand, clutching it in his palm.

In the next moment!

The scores of shadows behind him launched a fierce assault, their boundless Dao paths far surpassing the thirty-six of Luo Xuan, as if their paths were similar!

"The third time? If there's a fourth, even Luo Hou can't save you."

"Eternal History?!"

Luo Xuan was forcibly expelled from the Netherworld by an overwhelming, irresistible force, a fierce howl echoing,

"You are Qian Wanqiu?! No, you are the Existence Trace of Qian Wanqiu?!"

His laughter spread through the realms.

"Fine! A small Netherworld, a mere speck, hides plans of two Great Dao Ancestors, plus the backup of several Transcenders! Are you truly so afraid of treading the Returning to Truth Land, never to return? Truly, your efforts are relentless!"

Luo Xuan's voice ended with gritted teeth, his hatred boundless.

At the forefront of the battlefield.

The forefront battlefield.

True Saints engaged in battle with the Saints of the Netherworld, holding absolute advantage, relaxed in demeanor, still having leisure to jest.

Upon hearing that penetrating laughter full of shock and rage—

An indescribable sense of horror instantly gripped their Spirit Gods!

They looked towards the Netherworld, appearing on the brink of being breached, a prize seen already in their grasp...

Shifting from greedy fervency to complete...

Facing an abyss!

In unison, their collective assault, despite fierce resistance from the Netherworld Saints, pressing steadily, ahead of them in the realm that they were about to breach... What was hiding there?!

What... demon truly lurked there?!!

The Saint King turned back, looking towards the realm behind, pausing before turning his body slightly, yielding as he sighed softly:

"Gentlemen, I was wrong."

"I shouldn't have barred you from your path to ruin."

"Enough, let bygones be bygones. If any of you still wish to head to the Netherworld, we shall make way."

Upon his signal, the Netherworld Saints, who previously staked everything to fend off the outer realm adversaries, simultaneously... lowered their arms too!

Like the Saint King, they turned aside, creating a heavenly path leading to the Netherworld!

And not one among the strong ones from each Gate dared to advance anymore.