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They were continuously blasted apart.

In just a few breaths\' time.

The towering Tianjian Mountain had been flattened.

All that was left in its place was a giant pit reaching dozens of miles deep.

If one were to look from thousands of miles away, they would find that this massive pit resembled a footprint, but magnified by billions of times.

Hum.

The auras of countless Primordial Spirits turned into streaks of light, racing in all directions.

The thick scent of blood spread.

That single step had shattered the physical bodies of countless strong beings.

Having lost their physical forms, the Primordial Spirits were still there; even though they were severely damaged, many of the strong beings\' Primordial Spirits had not completely collapsed.

Now grasping the opportunity, they naturally fled as if mad.

It was at this moment.

Above the sea, miles away, another vast \'shadow\' reached down.

If one observed carefully, they would discover that this huge \'shadow\' resembled a human face with blurred features, impossible to make out in detail.

One could see this face turning towards the direction of the huge footprint, opening its massive mouth, and taking a deep inhale.

Boom.

In the face of the terrifying suction.

Be it Primordial Spirits or the dispersing blood and energy.

All of it turned into long dragons, flowing into the mouth of that immense face.

...

Hundreds of miles away.

In a dense forest.

Xiao Huo, Shen Lang, and Yang Bixin, three widely admired young leaders full of hope, were now pale and stiff.

Gazing up at Tianjian Mountain, it had been flattened under the step of that towering figure, and the countless strong beings on the mountain, including Tianjian Zi of the Tenth Realm, had their physical bodies and Primordial Spirits crushed, only to be swallowed by that towering figure in one gulp.

This... this... The minds of Xiao Huo and the others turned to mush.

Especially Shen Lang, who had received the heritage of an Eleventh Realm Powerhouse from fifty thousand years ago.

But even fifty thousand years ago, a hundred thousand years ago, or even more distant times, there had never been such a horrifying scene, had there?

"This... is a Primordial Spirit..."

Xiao Huo touched the ring on his right hand, barely suppressing the shock in his heart, and said in a low voice.

"Primordial Spirit?"

"That towering figure is a Primordial Spirit?"

Shen Lang and Yang Bixin took deep breaths once more.

Even the Primordial Spirit of a Fifth Rank Peak Powerhouse of the Ninth Realm, when exerting all its might, would at most be a hundred zhang tall.

The Primordial Spirit of a Tenth Realm Powerhouse might possibly reach several hundred zhang.

But just now, that towering figure was at least a hundred thousand zhang tall.

If such a massive Primordial Spirit existed, how powerful must its owner be?

The Twelfth Realm?

The Thirteenth Realm?

Xiao Huo and the others couldn\'t believe it.

Even with countless fortuitous encounters, they only ever thought they could step into the Tenth Realm. Shen Lang, with the heritage of someone from the Eleventh Realm, might have a slim hope of reaching the Eleventh Realm.

As for higher.

They dared not think of it.

They wouldn\'t think of it.

Because that was completely beyond reality.

"This is the Venerable One, this is the Venerable One\'s Taiyin Primordial Spirit," said Situ Ming.

Compared to the shock and terror of Xiao Huo and the others, Situ Ming, who had been the Five-Colored Lotus, had spent a long time with Lin Yuan and was quite familiar with his aura.

The current towering figure might reach from heaven to earth, flattening Tianjian Mountain with a single step, its divine might dominating the world, but the faint aura it emitted was similar to that which Situ Ming had sensed from the Venerable One.

"The Venerable One?"

"You\'re saying that this Primordial Spirit belongs to Demon Venerable Xiahou Yuan?"

Xiao Huo and the others exchanged glances, unable to imagine that Xiahou Yuan, who had long withdrawn from the stage of the Five Domains, had cultivated to such a realm where just one Primordial Spirit could sustain heaven and earth – it was simply inconceivable.

"Of course," said Situ Ming.

"I can still recognize the Venerable One\'s aura."

In his heart, Situ Ming was equally shocked; he had thought Lin Yuan was very powerful. When he had used the Dismantling Burning God Skill in the past, certain death was inevitable, but he was forcefully saved.

And during that time, Situ Ming vaguely sensed the vast aura from Lin Yuan.

But Situ Ming never thought that Lin Yuan could be so powerful, deploying just one Primordial Spirit to annihilate Tianjian Mountain.

Here, "annihilate" didn\'t mean in a symbolic sense, like sweeping through the many strong beings of the Tianjian Sect and crushing Tianjian Zi.

It meant physically annihilating it.

The entire Tianjian Mountain had been leveled to the ground.

"Xiahou Yuan..."

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Xiao Huo and the other two carefully pondered.

They realized that throughout the Five Domains Mainland, to bear such deep hatred for the Tianjian Sect as to directly trample its gates... Xiahou Yuan was definitely one of them.

Moreover, Xiao Huo and the others didn\'t believe that Situ Ming had the courage to let his respected superior impersonate such a powerhouse.

Should it be discovered by him, the entire Demonic Tao would be trampled flat just like Tianjian Mountain.

As Xiao Huo and the other two whispered among themselves.

Far away, hundreds of miles distant, that towering figure over a hundred thousand zhang tall, after swallowing the essence and blood of numerous powerhouses\' Primordial Spirits, slightly turned its massive head, casting a gaze towards the dense forest here.

Boom.

It was merely a glance.

Yet it brought Xiao Huo and the other two an unprecedented pressure.

It felt as if the heavens and earth were collapsing, as if all things were being annihilated.

"No..."

Xiao Huo, Shen Lang, and Yang Bixin instinctively knelt on the ground, not daring to continue gazing at that towering figure.

Although they were separated by hundreds of miles, Xiao Huo and the others knew that to that towering figure, a few hundred miles was merely \'a few steps.\'

"Interesting..."

The Taiyin Primordial Spirit seemed to have discovered something, its form suddenly dispersed, turning into countless particles of Taiyin power, disappearing from the spot.

It wasn\'t until half an hour after the Taiyin Primordial Spirit had left.

That Xiao Huo, Shen Lang, and Yang Bixin dared to lift their heads.

Only after confirming that the towering figure had disappeared did the three of them breathe a heavy sigh of relief.

"What... What should we do now?"

After a long while, the softly-spoken Yang Bixin asked in a low voice.

Upon hearing this.

Xiao Huo and Shen Lang immediately fell into silence.

Originally, according to their plan.

They were to challenge powerhouses everywhere to pave their own road to the Tenth Realm.

As the number one powerhouse in the Five Domains, Tianjian Zi was naturally their target.

But now that Tianjian Zi was dead, a challenge was no longer possible.

In fact, although Tianjian Zi had died.

A far more formidable existence than Tianjian Zi had appeared.

That was the \'Demon Lord Xiahou Yuan\' mentioned by Situ Ming.

And challenging the Demon Lord Xiahou Yuan...

Challenge my ass.

Forget about the Demon Lord Xiahou Yuan himself, even one of his Primordial Spirits, to be precise, a glance from one of his Primordial Spirits.

The three of them felt as if the world was collapsing, unbearable.

A challenge?

Xiao Huo and the others may have grand ambitions, but they were not fools; they knew better than to leap forward into certain death.

The reason they had dared to challenge Tianjian Zi earlier was that they had the assurance they could save their own lives; even if they failed, they could withdraw in one piece.

But facing the Demon Lord Xiahou Yuan...

Xiao Huo, Shen Lang, and Yang Bixin looked at each other.

Suddenly, everything seemed tasteless; they had been full of confidence in their cultivation, believing that with their own efforts, they could surpass anyone.

Yet, after merely witnessing that towering figure before.

Their state of mind began to crumble subtly; what was the use of further cultivation? Wouldn\'t it be trivial for that towering figure, with just a step?

Even a step wouldn\'t be necessary.

A mere glance, or perhaps a sliver of killing intent?

...

Below the Underground Palace.

Lin Yuan was sitting cross-legged.

Hum.

Streams of Taiyin power converged.

The Taiyin Primordial Spirit appeared before Lin Yuan.

"Finished?"

Lin Yuan casually asked.

In fact, as the main body, he shared a \'viewpoint\' with the Yin Spirit and Yang Spirit.

To be precise, one consciousness divided into three, the Taiyin Primordial Spirit trampling down Tianjian Mountain\'s each and every detail, as clear as the pattern on one\'s palm if Lin Yuan wished to see it.

The question \'Finished?\' he just asked was nothing more than a casual inquiry.

"The Hundred Thousand Zhang Yin God..."

Lin Yuan\'s gaze was serene.

No matter which world it was in, a hundred thousand zhang was considered a colossal size.

If converted to another unit, with one zhang equaling three point three meters, a hundred thousand zhang would be three hundred thirty thousand meters.

That is, six hundred miles.

Even in the Main World, such a massive body would be considered a Fifth Rank life form, one of the strongest beings on the planet.

Of course, the Primordial Spirit is not the same as the physical body; without the restrictions of flesh and blood, as long as the realm is reached, it can almost grow infinitely.

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