645: The mountain where the emperor is buried, Emperor Xiao of the Emperor family

Ancestor Zixuan's eyes flickered with an eerie glow, and a terrifying pressure emanated from her.

The sun god tree was the most powerful treasure of Pure Yang Holy Land. Although what appeared now was a replica, it was not to be underestimated.

Ancestor Jian Yan looked at Ancestor Zixuan: "Fellow Daoist Zixuan, let's attack together and deal with Ancestor Jiyang first."

As he spoke, he conjured an ancient golden sword. This sword was also extraordinary, containing countless ancient Dao principles, and was also a divine weapon.

"Alright!"

Ancestor Zixuan didn't hesitate. With a flick of her sleeve, nine purple-gold rings hovered in front of her, exuding fierce might that made the sky rumble.

There were no eternal friends, only eternal interests. Now he could join forces with Jian Yan, and later he could turn against Jian Yan.

"It's just two against one, no problem!"

Ancestor Jiyang let out a cold shout, and the power of Creation erupted, disturbing heaven and earth. The replica of the divine tree in his hand exuded terrifying flames, its pressure overwhelming and awe-inspiring in all directions.

"Attack!"

Ancestor Jian Yan immediately charged towards Ancestor Jiyang with the ancient golden sword. His long sword danced, sword qi surged, golden light shone for ten thousand feet, and its fierce power tore through heaven and earth, domineering and ferocious.

"Go!"

Ancestor Zixuan formed a hand seal, and the nine purple-gold rings shot out, breaking through the sky, emitting a sonic boom, and violently blasted towards Ancestor Jiyang, carrying extremely strong destructive power.

"Come on!"

Ancestor Jiyang roared and directly charged forward. The replica of the sun god tree exuded terrifying pressure, burning the sky and boiling the seas, its light dazzling.

Boom!

The three Creation Realm mighty figures attacked, Dao principles permeated, suppressing all ages, and the pressure swept through, causing heaven and earth to collapse.

Blood energy surged into the sky, shaking heaven and earth. The domineering and ferocious power raged continuously, sweeping across the eight directions. Lingyuan Grotto-Heaven trembled incessantly, as if it had welcomed its doomsday.

However, the Grotto-Heaven was sealed by Restriction runes set by Saint Master Zhou Buyi, so it wasn't that fragile.

"Creation Realm... Is this the power of a Creation Realm mighty figure?"

The people of Lingyuan Grotto-Heaven felt the pressure from these three powerhouses, and their souls trembled, their faces turning pale.

Before such mighty figures, they were as tiny as ants, as if a single breath from them could turn them into ashes.

"Creation powerhouses are truly terrifying!"

Xie Weilou stared at the three mighty figures fighting, a hint of dread appearing in his eyes.

Existences of this level were indeed terrifying, having entered the fifth stage of Dao Refinement. The Dao principles they controlled were even more profound. Just their pressure alone made people's hair stand on end.

With his current cultivation, if he were to face such mighty figures, he would undoubtedly die. It seemed he still needed to continue improving his cultivation.

The remaining people from the three Great Holy Lands exchanged glances. The three Creation Realm mighty figures were engaged in battle and couldn't disengage for a while. They, however, couldn't remain idle.

"..."

Jian Jie and the beautiful woman from Zhou Tian Holy Land exchanged glances. Without hesitation, they instantly charged towards the Guixu Realm man from Pure Yang Holy Land.

Just now, the beautiful woman had mocked Jian Jie, but in a blink of an eye, they were joining forces. This was how people of the Holy Land operated; interests dictated everything.

"Hmph!"

The Guixu Realm man from Pure Yang Holy Land showed no fear and immediately met them in battle.

The three Guixu Realm cultivators immediately clashed, their pressure not weak, but compared to the three Creation Realm cultivators, it seemed insignificant.

Pure Yang Holy Land and Zhou Tian Holy Land each had five Dongxuan Realm peak cultivators remaining. They exchanged glances and did not engage in battle, but instead simultaneously rushed towards the ancient stone coffin.

The two sides were evenly matched. If they also fought, it would be a fifty-fifty split, and neither would get the stone coffin in a short time.

Rather than fighting to the death, it was better to first see what was so extraordinary about that stone coffin.

Anyway, the one who ultimately took the stone coffin would certainly not be these Dongxuan Realm cultivators... Buzz!

Just as these ten peak Dongxuan Realm cultivators approached the stone coffin, a suppressive force swept down from the sky.

The ten peak Dongxuan Realm cultivators had not yet reacted when they were pressed to their knees by this force. Their pupils constricted, and they struggled to raise their heads.

Boom!

The sky trembled, space shattered, and a huge crack appeared. A phantom of an ancient, mysterious gray mountain emerged within the crack.

"This is... Emperor Burial Mountain..."

The ten peak Dongxuan Realm cultivators' expressions changed drastically. They knew that someone from the Di Clan, one of the four Great Emperor Clans, had arrived.

"A stone coffin from Undying City, how interesting!"

From within the shattered space, a handsome young man in white robes walked out. He stood with his hands behind his back, calmly looking at the ancient stone coffin on the mountain peak.

"Di Clan, Di Xiao!"

When the ten Dongxuan Realm cultivators saw this person, their pupils constricted.

The Di Clan was full of hidden talents, and among the younger generation, there were many prodigies. Di Xiao was one of them, possessing Guixu Realm cultivation at a young age.

"Di Xiao!"

After Di Xiao appeared, Jian Jie and the other two immediately stopped fighting. They stared at Di Xiao with solemn expressions.

Although this young man was young, in terms of cultivation and combat power, he was not inferior to them at all.

What was even more terrifying was the giant mountain in the spatial crack. That was the Di Clan's supreme treasure, Emperor Burial Mountain. It was controlled by a peerless powerhouse and could allow people to break through space to arrive, or even attack from afar.

"The Di Clan has also arrived."

The three mighty figures, including Ancestor Jiyang, who were fighting above, also stopped.

They glanced at Di Xiao, raised an eyebrow, and then looked at the spatial crack. That gray mountain made their hair stand on end.

Emperor Burial Mountain, what a grand gesture from the Di Clan!

Di Xiao looked at everyone and said with a faint smile, "Everyone, my Di Clan wants this stone coffin."

"..."

The three Creation Realm Ancestors frowned. A junior, though extraordinary, was not enough to make them wary.

What they truly feared was Emperor Burial Mountain and the other powerhouses of the Di Clan. Emperor Burial Mountain had broken through space, so it certainly wasn't just to send a junior over.

"Three fellow Daoists, long time no see."

From within the spatial crack, a burly middle-aged man covered in runes walked out. A Creation Realm pressure emanated from him.

"Di Ba Lin!"

The three Creation Realm Ancestors' gazes sharpened. This was a formidable opponent, one of the Di Clan's elders.

Di Ba Lin said with a faint smile, "My Di Clan's Emperor Burial Mountain has appeared. Fellow Daoists, please leave this stone coffin to my Di Clan!"

If the people of the three Great Holy Lands had brought their Holy Land's supreme treasures this time, there would certainly be another battle.

Unfortunately, the people of the three Great Holy Lands did not bring their supreme treasures. This battle had no suspense; there was no need to fight. Emperor Burial Mountain had appeared, and it would suppress all things.

"..."

The three Creation Realm Ancestors fell silent. For this stone coffin, the Di Clan had even mobilized Emperor Burial Mountain. What more could they say?

Buzz!

Suddenly, the nine heavens trembled, and an even larger crack appeared, revealing the phantom of a giant blood-colored long spear.

As this spear emerged, heaven and earth became silent. Emperor Burial Mountain erupted with a wave of pressure, blasting towards the blood-colored long spear.

The pressure from the blood-colored long spear also erupted.

The two pressures collided, and space instantly shattered section by section. The two supreme treasures were locked in a contest.