394: Anhuang appears, knocking on the gate!

Who knows how much time had passed.

Xiao Qinger gradually woke up.

"Great Empress, are we dead?"

"Stop talking nonsense. Hurry up and refine the Pure Lotus Divine Flame." The Female Yan Emperor spoke, but the shock from before still lingered in her eyes.

Xiao Qinger was somewhat puzzled. Scanning the peaceful surroundings, she saw only a cluster of pink flames floating before her. She could tell at a glance that this was the Origin of the Pure Lotus Divine Flame!

"This..." Xiao Qinger was stunned.

"Qinger, perhaps the most correct choice you made in this life was going to Heavenly Sword Mountain that day and taking him as your Senior Brother..." the Female Yan Emperor said.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Qinger instantly understood, clenching her fists tightly and murmuring, "Senior Brother..."

"Enough, don't waste time. If we hurry, we can still make it to the time-space wheel. We absolutely cannot miss out on a hundred years of cultivation!" the Female Yan Emperor said.

Xiao Qinger took a deep breath, then stared at the Origin of the Pure Lotus Divine Flame, the Flame God Technique rapidly circulating within her body.

The refinement had begun... Jiang Family, Ancient Realm, Back Mountain.

"Miss Churan, the Master hopes you will make a trip to the Human Emperor Hall..."

Mu Wanqing stood respectfully in the distance and spoke. Although her expression was feigned calm, she was actually full of doubts.

Doubts about the Master's ethereal voice transmission, why the Heavenly Demon Realm suddenly gathered in the Lower Realm, and why Jiang Churan had become so... different.

But she did not ask, clearly knowing her place.

In front of her.

"Alright." Jiang Churan replied softly, then slowly stood up. Seven-Colored Light flickered in her eyes, and the Seven-Aperture Lapis Lazuli Sword Heart had already formed in her mind.

"A hundred years is more than enough time. With your Sword Heart Awakening, a century is sufficient to fully recover to your former Peak!" The Nine Tribulations Sword Spirit spoke, sounding somewhat excited.

"Just follow your heart."

Jiang Churan spoke softly, then pulled out a piece of Candy and ate it, and her figure vanished from the spot.

"Father, I will repay what the Jiang Family owes..."

...Heavenly Abyss, Thousand Buddha Ruins.

Wang Damu suddenly climbed up, looking gravely at the sky. The next second, he turned and yanked up Murong Chen, who was sleeping soundly.

"This is bad, this is bad! Brother Murong, wake up! We have a huge problem!!!"

"What is it? Did Brother Shen's Junior Sister come out?" Murong Chen rubbed his eyes, speaking groggily.

"No!"

"Look over there!"

Wang Damu pointed with his hand. In the sky above, there was an enormous Black Hole, and inside it was the true Heavenly Abyss World.

"Holy crap!"

"When did this hole appear!" Murong Chen was instantly alarmed.

Wang Damu shook his head and said, "I don't know when it appeared, and I have a very strange feeling. It's only been a few hours, but it feels like a very long time has passed..."

This feeling arose inexplicably in his heart, and it was incredibly strong.

"What do you mean?" Murong Chen was confused.

Just at this moment.

Ding-a-ling.

A crisp ringing sound echoed, seemingly coming from the distant horizon.

"What is that sound..."

Wang Damu and Murong Chen looked up simultaneously. Through the Black Hole, they witnessed a scene they would never forget.

Between the vast, boundless heavens and earth, a magnificent War Chariot, as if driven forth from ancient mythology, approached.

The scale of this War Chariot was beyond imagination. Its body was massive and sturdy, seemingly carved from a single, incredibly hard, mysterious Giant Stone, yet also appearing to be forged from the most refined metals in the world. Every line displayed antiquity and solemnity.

Two Imperial Bells were hanging on the War Chariot. These bells had a unique shape, their surfaces carved with exquisite patterns that seemed to depict ancient legends and mysterious Runes.

As a gentle breeze swept past, the bells collided, emitting a crisp and pleasant sound that was melodious and ethereal, seemingly traversing endless time and space.

Saber Marks, Sword Marks, and Axe Marks crisscrossed the War Chariot. These marks, having endured the cleansing of endless years, were still clearly visible, showing no sign of fading.

Every mark seemed to narrate thrilling battles, witnessing countless bloody conflicts and carrying the vicissitudes of time and the weight of history. The mere Aura emanating from the War Chariot was like an invisible heavy pressure, making people feel as if they were under endless might, barely able to stand, instinctively wanting to kneel in worship—a sense of reverence originating from the depths of the Soul.

Standing above this War Chariot was a mysterious figure.

This figure was obscured by endless Starlight. The Starlight, like brilliant gems, flickered and danced around the figure, appearing dreamy and illusory.

When this figure slowly rose, the entire world trembled, as if a Deity who had slept for countless ages had awakened.

A heavenly halberd exuded sharp brilliance, like a bolt of lightning tearing through the sky. Mysterious Runes flowed across the heavenly halberd, flickering with strange light, seemingly containing the power to split heaven and earth.

The sharp edge glittered with cold light, seemingly capable of severing all obstacles in the world.

An Ancient Shield, heavy and ancient, was covered in old patterns. These patterns seemed to possess life, subtly wriggling.

The heavenly halberd and the Ancient Shield stood on the left and right, surrounding the figure.

Immortal Intent circulated around the figure incessantly, like an invisible Spiritual Wind gently blowing, carrying an extraordinary and refined Aura.

Below him.

An Elite Army from the Heavenly Demon Realm pressed forward like a black cloud, densely packed and overwhelming. From a distance, they looked like locusts blotting out the sky, and the space wherever they passed seemed to tremble slightly, distorted by this immense power.

"Heh heh, this time, let's see if these Human Race ants can hold that place!" A voice full of disdain and arrogance suddenly rang out.

The speaker was a middle-aged figure. His Purple Hair flowed wildly, like burning Purple Flames dancing in the wind.

The coldness in his eyes was like ice that had not melted for a thousand years, seemingly capable of freezing all warmth in the world.

This man was the Younger Brother of the previous Nine Infant Clan Chief, and he had now ascended to the position of Clan Chief, holding the power of life and death over the Nine Infant Clan.

At this moment, a strange and terrifying sight was unfolding upon him.

One Blood Bead after another, like crimson teardrops, silently slipped from his hair, slowly trickled down his clothes, suspended in the Void Realm for a moment, and then burst into strange flames, as if ignited by some mysterious power.

As these Blood Beads burned, they released the most fundamental Essence Qi, which, like wisps of smoke, was greedily absorbed into his body, making his Aura increasingly powerful. The man seemed enveloped by a layer of evil and mighty force.

"That's right, with all the Immortal Lords mobilized, it is finally going to end!" Another cold voice rang out, filled with certainty and excitement.

The speaker was a Demon Emperor. He was a head taller than others, his physique robust like an Ancient Giant Beast. With every step he took, the surrounding air made a "whooshing" sound, as if compressed by his powerful Aura, forming invisible Gang Wind.

Outside his body, a mass of Crimson Glow suddenly blossomed. The Crimson Glow was dazzling, like the rising sun, yet carried a demonic Aura.

Immediately afterward, this mass of Crimson Glow burned fiercely, the flames growing hotter and hotter, finally condensing into a brilliant Divine Ring. This Divine Ring was dark red, like solidified blood, but its edges were inlaid with a golden rim, making it appear both mysterious and majestic.

Furthermore, within this Divine Ring were Star Remains.

These Star Remains varied in shape. Some were like a blazing Heavenly Sun—their light had dimmed, but a trace of scorching heat remained;

others resembled a bright moon, emitting a faint and cool radiance; and still others were like Planets, their surfaces uneven, yet containing mysterious power.

At this moment, they were all fiercely burning within the Divine Ring, emitting a "hissing" sound, continuously offering threads and wisps of Essence Qi, which slowly merged into the Demon Emperor's body like silk threads, causing his power to grow steadily like a snowball.

Behind them, there were dozens more Demon Emperors, each one exuding a unique and powerful Aura—some chillingly cold, some burning hot like fire, and others strangely unpredictable.

Their presence made the surrounding space seem unstable, with small Spatial Rifts appearing from time to time.

As for the hundred thousand Heavenly Demon Realm Army, they were even more aggressive, emitting endless Killing Intent, as if they intended to reduce everything in the world to dust. This powerful Aura, gathered together, caused the heavens and earth to shake.

At the same time.

On the Human Race Imperial Pass, the Cultivators of the Elder Generation were gathered, trembling. Everyone's scalp instantly went numb, and it felt as if a thousand-jin heavy boulder was pressing down on their hearts, causing them to hold their breath.