Chapter 1122: Western Sect: Hunting Hunyuan-level existences!

Time was passing, years were flowing by.

But for the Great Luo Dao Lords of the myriad races and sects in the Great Luo Heaven, it seemed as if the concept of time had already ceased to exist.

It was unknown how much time had passed.

Above the River of Fate, ten Great Luo stars appeared almost simultaneously, shining brilliantly, suspended within the starry sky of fate; ten Great Luo phantoms condensed above the River of Fate, resembling supreme star gods, vivid and lifelike.

In the Taiyi Heaven, the ten Taiyi who ranked in the top ten of the Taiyi List, without exception, had all successfully proven the Great Luo Dao.

Moreover, this time, there were no Great Luo phantoms to strike at these ten Taiyi who were proving the Great Luo Dao for the first time.

After all, these newly proven Great Luo Dao Lords came from the Immortal race, the Demon race, the God race, and so on, respectively.

No one dared to defy the will of the world!

"Hiss! Ten Taiyi, all transcended fate and proven the Great Luo Dao?! Unbelievable!"

"Ten! And not... a single one fell?! The sixteen Luo Han of the Western Sect were the same before!"

"Could it be that proving the Great Luo Dao together is the correct way to transcend fate and prove the Great Luo Dao?!"

"..."

Seeing this scene, the Great Luo Dao Lords of the myriad races and sects were all dumbfounded, unable to remain calm.

One must know, these Great Luo Dao Lords, in transcending the River of Fate and proving the Great Luo Dao... most had experienced nine deaths and one life, and some had even nearly fallen!

But now, first the sixteen Luo Han of the Western Sect, and then the ten Taiyi... all successfully proven the Great Luo Dao!

This could not help but make these Great Luo Dao Lords fall into deep thought.

"Good, good, good!"

"Ten incarnations, all successfully proven the Great Luo Dao! This is truly wonderful!"

Li Changsheng saw this, his eyes narrowed, his heart filled with immense joy.

"However! No rush!"

"Let the identities of these ten incarnations be discovered first!"

"No rush for now!"

"Dao Heart Divine Treasure! So... this is my heart, my Dao?! I... understand!"

At the same time, above his Great Luo Dao Fruit, the seventh Dao mark, like an ancient Great Dao rune, or perhaps like dragon script and phoenix seal, profound and complex, was slowly being engraved.

"Hmm?! This is... the Ancient Battlefield of Myriad Races is about to close?! There are still ten years left?!"

Just then, within the Ancient Battlefield of Myriad Races, a piece of information arrived.

These ten years did not refer to the time passing in the Great Luo Heaven, but were calculated based on the time in the Primordial World outside the Ancient Battlefield of Myriad Races.

"Bad! The Ancient Battlefield of Myriad Races is closing soon! Must accelerate actions!"

"Good! Good! In the final ten years, the plan must be accelerated!"

"..."

Seemingly sensing the urgency of time, the Great Luo Dao Lords of the myriad races and sects, who had previously been leisurely watching the show, all became tense.

They seemed to perceive the preciousness of time for the first time.

Western Sect! Mount Sumeru!

Above the Great Heroic Treasure Hall, three figures, as if stepping on time and space, existed between being and non-being.

These three figures were none other than the Great Sect Master Jieyin, the Second Sect Master Zhunti, and Amitabha, who had returned at an unknown time!

Great Sect Master Jieyin, with a solemn appearance, had golden light flowing all over his body, a gentle light that encompassed all things; beneath his feet, golden lotuses bloomed, and a sacred aura permeated the surroundings.

Second Sect Master Zhunti, with an elegant figure, moved with the wind; his eyebrows were like crescent moons, his eyes like stars, revealing endless wisdom and compassion.

In his hand, the Seven-Treasure Wonderful Tree flashed with brilliant light, mysterious and powerful.

Amitabha, with a golden Buddha body, tall and towering, solemn and majestic, awe-inspiring to behold; behind his head, a huge halo of Buddha light, like the sun and moon, illuminated the endless universe.

And below these three figures, there was actually another figure.

This fourth figure, wearing a golden cassock, shone with light, as if able to dispel all darkness in the world; his expression was compassionate, and every bump on his head seemed to contain the mysteries of the Buddha Dao.

Above his head, a Great Luo Dao Fruit emerged, engraved with nine Dao marks, supported by a twelve-petaled golden lotus.

Whoosh!

This Great Luo Dao Fruit suddenly shattered; a Dao sprout broke through the soil, and under the irrigation of many forces such as Buddha Dao and faith, it grew vigorously, soon turning into a small sapling.

It is unknown how long passed, this small sapling grew into a Dao tree; on the Dao tree, branches were lush and leaves were thick, and a Dao flower bloomed.

Finally, the Dao flower withered, the Dao leaves returned to the roots, and together with the Dao tree, it disappeared... as if everything had fallen into darkness and Dao extinction.

Boom!

In an instant, light burst forth, sacredness flowed, and a Dao fruit was born with a bang!

This Dao fruit was ancient and weathered, mysterious and profound, very similar to the Great Luo Dao Fruit, but the nine Dao marks on it had all disappeared; replaced by two Dao characters: "Present" and "Buddha"!

Hum!

This figure opened his eyes, and between their opening and closing, the myriad heavens and worlds were born and destroyed accordingly!

"Rulai! Are you... ready?!"

Amitabha spoke, his voice plain, but as he spoke, the entire universe of time and space, the chaotic universe, trembled because of it.

"This poor monk... is ready!"

Rulai spoke faintly.

Where he stood, time and space stagnated, chaos paused, the multiverse ceased to exist, dimensions returned to one... as if representing the present, representing the current moment, domineering and strong, allowing no resistance.

"Good!"

"In the current Primordial World, except for the myriad races and sects like the Demon race, Immortal race, God race, and Human race that possess two or more Hunyuan, which cannot be easily provoked!"

"The other Hunyuan-level powerhouses... are all our hunting targets!"

Sect Master Zhunti finally spoke, "This time, our target for hunting Hunyuan... is to have no target!"

"After all! With the strength of Hunyuan-level existences, they can perceive any crisis, and wanting to ambush requires various layouts and calculations, and the success rate is not even one in ten million!"

"Therefore! No target!"

"As long as we discover someone alone, do not hesitate, strike directly!"

"And you, Rulai... once the target falls, and the Hunyuan Dao character dissipates from the source of the Great Dao, you must immediately engrave your own Hunyuan Dao character into the source of the Great Dao!"

"There must be no mistakes!"

"Otherwise... once a mistake is made, we will be making wedding clothes for others!"

Sect Master Zhunti's tone was unprecedentedly serious, unprecedentedly solemn! ===== CHAPTER 1124 =====