Chapter 391: The Demon Emperor's Swan Song, The Heavenly Pillar Breaks

Di Jun, who was surrounded by the four Ancestral Sorcerers Di Jiang, Zhurong, Gonggong, and Daoist Xuan Ming in the center of the battlefield, spoke with determination.

He closed his eyes, and the magic power at the peak of the Semi-Sage realm within his body, along with the origin of the Innate God and the fortune of the Demon Clan, erupted at this moment.

The originally brilliant golden Sun True Fire instantly turned into deep, dead black.

Black tribulation fire gushed out from his seven orifices.

Di Jiang's faceless head turned abruptly, and the Law of Space warned crazily.

"Retreat!"

Di Jiang shouted, his six feet and four wings tearing through the void, trying to escape.

"Too late." Di Jun opened his eyes, his eyes already filled with black tribulation fire.

He stepped out, ignoring the distance of space, appearing directly in front of Di Jiang, his arms hugging Di Jiang's massive Ancestral Sorcerer true body tightly.

The black tribulation fire spread instantly, swallowing Zhurong, Gonggong, and Daoist Xuan Ming who had rushed up.

"Boom—!"

There was no earth-shattering roar, only a deathly silence that made the soul tremble.

A pure black sun exploded in the center of the battlefield.

The Ancestral Sorcerer true bodies of Di Jiang, Zhurong, Gonggong, and Daoist Xuan Ming, along with Di Jun himself, all fell under this destructive power that transcended the Semi-Sage level.

Only a piece of absolute nothingness with a radius of several million miles remained in place.

Even the laws of heaven and earth were temporarily erased.

In the distance, Eastern Emperor Taiyi, who saw this scene, let out a heart-wrenching roar.

"Big brother!"

The Chaos Bell let out a cry of grief, the bell chime shrill.

Taiyi resisted Zhu Jiuyin's Law of Time bombardment, slapping Qiangliang away with one palm.

He turned his head, and two lines of dark red blood tears flowed from his golden eyes.

In front of him were the remaining seven Ancestral Sorcerers.

Zhu Jiuyin, Tianwu, Qiangliang, Xizi, Shebishi, Zhulong, and Jumang.

The seven Ancestral Sorcerers were all injured, but their evil energy soared to the sky.

They did not retreat, because behind them was Mount Buzhou, the faith of the Sorcerer Clan, and the backbone of Pangu.

Taiyi looked at them, all emotions in his eyes restrained, leaving only absolute coldness and madness.

"Today, no one shall live."

Taiyi slammed both hands onto the Chaos Bell.

He did not channel the bell chime for defense, but crashed his own physical body, Primordial Spirit, and Demon Emperor origin into the Chaos Bell without reservation.

Man and bell as one!

The Profound Yellow Chaos Bell expanded violently, and dense chaotic Dao patterns appeared on the surface of the bell body.

The next instant, the Chaos Bell turned into a grey-white world-destroying sun.

This sun, carrying the power to suppress the Primordial Chaos and the determination of the Demon Emperor to perish together, locked onto the seven Ancestral Sorcerers in front and smashed down.

The speed reached the extreme.

Time and space lost their meaning in front of this grey-white sun.

"Form the array!" Zhu Jiuyin shouted.

The seven Ancestral Sorcerers crazily squeezed the origin within their bodies, and seven pillars of evil energy soared to the sky, trying to build a defensive barrier in front of them.

But this was in vain; the grey-white sun smashed through the evil energy barrier.

An unparalleled explosion bloomed at the foot of Mount Buzhou.

This time, the light of the explosion made the Primordial heaven and earth lose its truth, leaving only pure black and white between heaven and earth.

The seven Ancestral Sorcerers joined forces to set up a defense, but it was of no use; their massive Ancestral Sorcerer true bodies instantly turned to ash in the core area of the Chaos Bell's explosion.

The Twelve Ancestral Sorcerers of the Sorcerer Clan had all been wiped out.

But the destruction did not stop.

The power of Taiyi and the Chaos Bell merging and self-destructing exceeded the bearing limit of the Primordial heaven and earth.

That violent aftermath, after wiping out the seven Ancestral Sorcerers, slammed straight into the pillar supporting the heavens behind them.

Mount Buzhou, formed by Pangu's spine and supporting the Primordial heaven and earth, was broken under the impact of this powerful force.

On the peak of the nameless mountain, Su Chen activated his eye divine ability and raised his head abruptly.

He saw that sacred mountain in the distance that had stood for eternity, piercing straight into the clouds, and whose end could never be seen.

From the waist of the mountain, it broke with a crash.

The upper half of the mountain body, carrying the weight of billions of tons, tilted slowly toward the northwest.

The sky had collapsed.

Having lost the support of the heavenly pillar, the dome above the Thirty-Three Heavens tore open a terrifying gap stretching for hundreds of millions of miles.

The sky tilted to the northwest, and the earth sank to the southeast.

"Boom!"

The water of the Nine Heavens River, having lost its restraint, followed that gap like a heavenly river pouring backward, pouring down.

That was not ordinary water; it was the incomparably heavy Weak Water of the Nine Heavens that could erode bone and flesh.

The Weak Water waterfall smashed toward the Primordial land.

The scorched black earth was instantly submerged.

Mountains and rivers collapsed, and forests were submerged and swallowed by the Weak Water.

Countless living beings who had luckily survived the Sorcerer-Demon war struggled in despair in the Tianhe water, only to be completely swallowed.

The apocalypse had descended.

Sun Wukong stood beside Su Chen, the scene of world-destroying destruction reflected in his golden eyes.

"Little brother..." Sun Wukong said, looking at this incredible scene: "So the sky really can collapse."

Even someone with Sun Wukong's fearless temperament felt a deep shock in the face of this world-level destruction.

A Great Luo Golden Immortal was as insignificant as an ant in the face of such heavenly might.

Su Chen did not speak; he watched this scene and fell into a brief state of enlightenment.

At the center of his brows, the Nine Demon Tower flew out, and the supreme innate spiritual treasure dripped down heavy demon energy, protecting him within it and resisting the spatial turbulence sweeping in from afar.

At this moment, in Su Chen's dantian, the Dao patterns on the Hunyuan Jin Dan flashed crazily.

Witnessing the Demon Emperor's self-destruction, the Ancestral Sorcerers' annihilation, and the collapse of the heavenly pillar, his understanding of the laws of heaven and earth reached a brand-new height.

On the Hunyuan Jin Dan, destruction and ending, the Five Elements and Yin/Yang, and that incomplete spatial Dao pattern were undergoing an incredible transformation.

Several forces finally collided at this moment, merging into one and achieving Hunyuan.

But this was not the time for a breakthrough, and Su Chen did not condense his Great Luo Dao Fruit at this moment.

His gaze was fixed on the break in Mount Buzhou.

There, the opening-the-heavens pressure remaining from Pangu's spine and the space-time power generated by the Chaos Bell's self-destruction were crazily countering and slaughtering each other.

The two top-tier forces of the Primordial intersected, forcibly tearing open an extremely eerie space-time region above the broken mountain body.

Dark red evil energy tornadoes connected heaven and earth, and grey-white chaotic air currents overflowed from the spatial cracks.

The order of time and space collapsed completely there, forming a massive, slowly rotating grey whirlpool.

Su Chen looked at that whirlpool.

Familiar, too familiar.

That was exactly the space-time storm they had been swept into deep in the North Sea Continent when they arrived in the Primordial era!

In his mind, Yang Mei Daxian's ethereal voice flashed like lightning.

"Time and space are like a ring; karma is like a thread. The place of origin is the way home!"

Everything was connected.

They were swept in by the space-time storm, witnessed the Sorcerer-Demon Great Tribulation, witnessed Houtu transform into reincarnation, and witnessed Mount Buzhou collapse.

And the space-time turbulence generated by the collapse of Mount Buzhou was exactly the node for their return.

This was a karmic closed loop.

Su Chen grabbed Sun Wukong's arm with great force.

"Monkey brother!"

Su Chen turned his head, looking at Sun Wukong with burning eyes, his voice filled with irrepressible joy.

"The way home has appeared!" ===== CHAPTER 392 =====