77: Chapter 77 Respectfully Invite the Dao Ancestor to Save My People!

The central region of the Eastern Wasteland, the Tianduan Mountain Range.

This was the location chosen by the Allied Forces of the Eastern Wasteland for their decisive battle.

Hundreds of the top powerhouses of the Eastern Wasteland had gathered here. Among them, even the weakest were Cultivators at the Late Nascent Soul Stage, and there were over a dozen old monsters at the Soul Transformation Stage.

Leading them was a Grand Elder of the Yaoguang Holy Land. His hair and beard were completely white, and his face was withered, making him look as if he might be carried away by the wind at any moment. However, the ancient stone spear in his hand, covered in cracks yet radiating the imperial pressure of the Dao, made no one dare to underestimate him.

This was an incomplete Imperial Weapon passed down through the Legacy of the Yaoguang Holy Land! It was also their greatest reliance in this battle.

"Fellow Daoists."

The voice of the Grand Elder of Yaoguang was aged yet resolute, "This battle concerns the survival of the hundreds of millions of living souls in our Eastern Wasteland. We have no path of retreat left!"

"Today, either we slay this Devil Head right here!"

"Or we shall be buried together with this Eastern Wasteland!"

"Fight!"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

All the powerhouses roared in unison, their voices shaking the heavens, their Battle Intent soaring to the skies. They knew this was a final desperate struggle, staking their lives and the Legacy of their Daoist traditions!

Just then, a speck of black light appeared on the distant horizon.

That black light expanded at an incredible speed, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into that ten-thousand-foot-tall demonic shadow that blotted out the sky.

Demon Venerable Moro had arrived.

He hovered above the Tianduan Mountain Range, looking down from above at the "Allied Forces" below, who were no more than ants in his eyes, a cruel smile like a cat playing with a mouse appearing on his face.

"Oh? Have you called everyone who can fight?"

"That is fine, it saves this Venerable one from having to find you one by one."

"A bunch of rabble, yet you dare to dream of competing with the bright moon?"

The tone of Moro was filled with endless contempt and disdain.

"Devil Head! Do not be arrogant! Today shall be your death day!"

The Grand Elder of Yaoguang shouted angrily and launched the first attack.

He poured all of his spiritual power without reservation into the incomplete Imperial Weapon in his hand.

"Hum—"

The ancient stone spear erupted with unprecedented, brilliant light. A terrifying spear radiance containing the Law of the Imperial Dao tore through the Void Realm, carrying an unstoppable Aura as it fiercely stabbed toward the center of the brows of Moro!

This strike was infinitely close to the blow of a true Great Emperor!

It was enough to pierce through stars and collapse worlds!

However, facing this world-destroying spear strike, Moro did not even lift an eyelid.

He simply, slowly, extended two fingers.

Then, in the gaze of everyone filled with sheer terror, he lightly and casually pinched that brilliant spear radiance between them.

"Ding."

A soft sound.

That Imperial Dao spear radiance, capable of collapsing worlds, was just like that, easily pinched by his two fingers, unable to advance even a fraction further.

"Is that it?"

A look of disappointment appeared on the face of Moro.

"So-called Imperial Weapons are nothing more than this."

He applied a slight force with his fingers.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound.

That spear radiance, along with the body of the incomplete Imperial Weapon itself, was actually just like that, forcibly pinched and shattered by his two fingers!

"Pfft—!!!"

With his life-bound Imperial Weapon destroyed, the Grand Elder of Yaoguang suffered a devastating blow to his spirit. He violently spat out a large mouthful of blood, his body falling from the sky like a kite with broken strings, his Aura instantly extinguished.

The final reliance of the Allied Forces of the Eastern Wasteland had just been casually destroyed like that.

The entire scene was dead silent.

The faces of all the Allied powerhouses were filled with endless fear and despair.

"Run... run quickly!"

It was unknown who it was, but a shrill scream rang out, and the first person turned and fled.

However, could they escape?

"You come when you want, and leave when you want? What do you take this place of mine for?"

Moro sneered and opened his palm.

"Descent of the Devil Prison."

As his voice fell, an incomparably huge black barrier instantly enveloped the entire Tianduan Mountain Range.

All the powerhouses attempting to flee, the moment they struck the barrier, were like moths to a flame; their bodies instantly dissolved, turning into pure Devilish Qi, which was then absorbed by the barrier.

"No—!"

"Spare me!"

Despairing screams rose and fell within the barrier.

Moro enjoyed the deathbed wails of these "powerhouses," a look of intoxication appearing on his face.

He did not immediately kill everyone, but was instead enjoying the process of this slaughter.

He wanted the entire Eastern Wasteland to see how their "guardian deities" were being tortured to death, bit by bit, before him.

This scene, through various Water Mirror techniques, was clearly transmitted to every corner of the Eastern Wasteland.

All the surviving living souls, watching those Old Ancestors and mighty figures who were usually high and mighty, now acting like lambs waiting to be slaughtered with no power to resist, felt the last spark of hope in their hearts completely extinguished.

Despair.

Thorough, bone-deep despair.

In the midst of this endless despair, they all thought of the same name, without exception.

That myth who once performed One Sword Opens the Heaven, whose single word could resonate with the Heavenly Dao.

Su Changge.

He was the final, only hope of the Eastern Wasteland!

"Dao Ancestor... I beg you... I beg you to save us..."

A surviving Cultivator knelt on the ground, facing the direction of the Taixuan Sect, and let out a heart-wrenching cry.

This cry seemed to light a fuse.

In an instant, across the entire Eastern Wasteland, everyone still alive, whether Mortal or Cultivator, no matter where they were, all knelt down in unison, facing the direction of the Taixuan Sect.

"Humbly requesting the Dao Ancestor to save our Eastern Wasteland!"

"Humbly requesting the Dao Ancestor to save our common people!"

The prayers of hundreds of millions of living souls converged into an invisible, vast Power Of Will that shot into the sky, shaking the entire world!

On Changge Peak, Su Changge slowly opened his eyes.

He looked at the number on the System panel that had finally jumped past the five billion mark, and gently exhaled.

"The time has come."