As Wang Lin rent asunder the arcane veils guarding the Dao-Devil Sect, plunging into its heart, his three-丈 Bone Yin Blade rose in a heaven-shattering arc. Yet, far across the void, upon the land of Tianniu, the war with the Green Demon Continent raged with equal fury.

For over a century, the conflict between the two continents had escalated, swallowing the land in a crimson tide. Millions of leagues were ablaze, as the battle for Tianniu encompassed nearly its entirety.

Hordes of Green Demon cultivators, having crossed the perilous Void Sea, flooded into Tianniu. Under the banner of the Green Demon Three Sects, and led by mighty Da Neng and even the revered Da Zun, they had shattered Tianniu’s defenses, piercing into its very core.

The Green Demon legions divided, encircling the Great Soul Gate and the Returning-to-One Sect, where they prepared for the war’s final, bloody act.

Of the Green Demon Continent’s three Golden Revered Ancestors, only the Dao-Devil Sect Master remained behind, secluded in his chambers. The other two gathered their power outside the Great Soul Gate.

Meanwhile, outside the Returning-to-One Sect, swarms of Da Zun led Green Demon warriors in a frenzied assault.

Though a mere century had passed, the war’s intensity was unmatched. Countless souls from both continents were claimed by the insatiable hunger of battle.

Da Neng fell, Da Zun perished, and lesser cultivators were consumed in numbers too vast to comprehend.

Yet, amidst the carnage, heroes arose. Some, once unknown, shone with meteoric brilliance, their names echoing across the two continents. Others, already figures of legend, ascended to even greater heights of renown.

On Tianniu, Yun Yifeng was such a warrior. In the past century, countless Green Demon cultivators had fallen by his hand, the Eight Blades Severing Soul technique becoming synonymous with his name.

He had abandoned the Scorpion Temple months ago, employing secret arts to return to Tianniu and join the final, desperate battle.

Alongside him were Tang Jia and Bian Yun, whose Tianniu Soul Armor earned them renown amidst the chaos.

Within the Great Soul Gate, several others had risen, their brilliance casting a dazzling light, second only to that of the Ancestors themselves.

The Green Demon ranks, too, had their champions. Yun Kong, twice slain by Wang Lin—though only his avatars had fallen—was hailed as a master swordsman. Beneath him, others stood poised to claim their place. These twenty or so warriors, on both sides, had become the protagonists of this war.

It was as if the war existed only to showcase their glory.

The fighting continued at the Great Soul Gate and the Returning-to-One Sect, reaching its desperate conclusion. These sixteen chosen warriors unleashed their full potential, their skills and神通 a spectacle, as if they were upon a grand stage.

And, across the void, on the Green Demon Continent, Wang Lin continued his own battle within the Dao-Devil Sect.

He sought not to display his power, but to exact vengeance. Yet, his actions drew all eyes upon him. If there were observers watching the war, they could not ignore Wang Lin’s presence.

For his deeds dwarfed those of the sixteen chosen ones, eclipsing their every triumph.

He leaped forth, his Bone Yin Blade raised high, accompanied by the Five Elements True Body’s blade and the Thunder True Body’s destructive blade. Together, they formed a blinding radiance, aimed at the approaching Golden-Robed Elder and Red-Robed Man.

The three figures, bathed in sunlight, glowed brilliantly as they converged.

Three earth-shattering cries of war drowned out all other sounds, seizing the minds of the three thousand disciples below. Time itself seemed to halt, and the very fabric of existence shuddered.

This battle would solidify Wang Lin’s name upon the Immortal Astral Continent. It would be the clash that elevated him to legend!

One man, facing two Kong Jie Da Zun—it was an astonishing feat! These were true Kong Jie cultivators, whose potential might be limited, yet they remained awe-inspiring Kong Jie, beings countless cultivators could only dream of emulating.

Each was far superior to the Seven-Colored Immortal, capable of defeating him with effortless ease!

Now, both attacked simultaneously. How could such a battle not inspire awe!

The bone blade swept forth, aimed at the foremost Golden-Robed Elder. Surrounded by a maelstrom of Yin energy, it collided with the elder in a deafening roar.

The Golden-Robed Elder unleashed a desperate cry. He chanted incantations, wielding powerful 法宝, many exuding a potent aura. Biting his tongue, he spat forth a mouthful of blood and executed his most powerful Kong Jie神通!

“Golden Adamant!” he roared. Golden light engulfed him, manifesting as a colossal golden body. This golden figure radiated solemnity, cloaking him in a radiant aura, transforming him into a warrior god.

“Mighty Demon!” A second roar echoed from within the golden aura. Black mist erupted, swirling around the golden form, morphing into an even larger, more terrifying demon.

The demon’s visage was grotesque, clad in black mist armor. Its arms possessed the strength to shatter worlds. Its fists clenched, the sound of thunder reverberating, as it hurled a punch at Wang Lin’s descending bone blade.

The collision shook the heavens, yet Wang Lin’s blade, infused with his entire cultivation, cut through the demon’s fist, its arm, its torso, and into the Golden Adamant form within.

The Golden Adamant form trembled, and the elder within spat blood, his face paling with terror. The demon that had shrouded him shattered, cleaved in twain by Wang Lin’s blade. The Mighty Demon was powerless before him!

As the demon crumbled and the golden form faltered, Wang Lin’s Five Elements True Body swept in, its blade aimed directly at the elder’s Golden Adamant form.

The golden form shattered like glass, revealing the desperate elder.

His eyes, filled with terror, were now mirrored by the thunderous arc of a bone blade. The Thunder True Body roared, its blade descending in a strike that shook the heavens!

The thunderous blade flashed, severing the elder’s head in an instant. Blood spurted forth, and the elder’s nascent soul collapsed beneath the lightning.

A Kong Jie Da Zun had fallen!

It happened so quickly that the three thousand Dao-Devil Sect disciples below barely had time to react. Their powerful elder, their pillar of strength, was slain before their eyes, his lifeless body plummeting to the earth in a spray of blood.

The instant the elder died, the Red-Robed Man turned to flee. His face was ashen, his pupils contracted in horror. He cared nothing for the Dao-Devil Sect; his life was all that mattered.

But it was too late. From the moment Wang Lin had torn through the mist veil, all within were marked for death.

Wang Lin turned, his eyes flashing with golden light—light imbued with fragments of the Celestial Ancestor’s仙極 sword. That golden light erupted, lancing toward the fleeing Red-Robed Man.

Though a Kong Jie Da Zun, he was no match for Wang Lin’s gaze.

The moment the light struck him, he felt as if a sword had pierced his eyes, piercing to his very soul. He faltered, and Wang Lin raised his left hand, striking the sky.

Darkness fell upon the Dao-Devil Sect as a colossal palm print materialized, descending toward the earth.

Upon the palm were nine distinct fingers!

One palm, nine fingers—the Red-Robed Man screamed in terror, desperately unleashing his every power.

Below, the three thousand disciples scattered, seeking to escape the looming palm print. But the enormous shadow engulfed most of the Dao-Devil Sect.

The palm slammed down. Not one, but three—the Five Elements True Body and Thunder True Body added their power. Three palms, carrying the weight of destruction, slammed into the Red-Robed Man!

A thick red mist enveloped him. Writhing and churning, it morphed into two colossal arms, desperately reaching to hold back the descending palms!