442: Chapter 442 The Taiqing Legacy

Their eyes turned crimson in an instant!

That red was the color of greed burned to its extreme; it was the blood-colored light seeping from the depths of their eyes after their reason had snapped!

Heavy breaths converged into a storm—those were countless breaths capable of swallowing stars, all spiraling out of control at the same moment!

The power that had been dormant for eons within their bodies began to boil and roar uncontrollably—it was the roar of divine weapons in their sheaths, the howling of Vicious Beasts in their cages, the instinctive reaction of desires, starved for endless ages, finally catching the scent of blood!

The stable space where the viewing platform was located began to emit an unbearable, creaking wail—like a giant beast crushed by immense force, letting out its final moan before death!

Tiny cracks in space, like greedy mouths, quietly bloomed, spread, and devoured all matter and light they could reach!

A storm—no longer just words.

An ultimate madness, capable of sweeping through the Myriad Heavens and Worlds, dragging countless Star Domains, ancient traditions, and immortal Imperial Dynasties into an endless bloodbath, all because of the appearance of the two terms "Taiqing Heavenly Lord" and "First Clan"—

At this moment, on this small viewing platform—it revealed its hideous, blood-stained—first fang.

And at the focus of this entire storm—on the Heaven Rank leading to the "Origin Immortal Palace"—the entire viewing platform had gone completely mad!

If the opening of the "Primordial Trial" before was like a spark landing on the dry firewood of sentient beings' greed—then the six words "Taiqing Heavenly Lord Legacy"—were a core of world destruction forged from a Chaos divine sun!

It fell straight into the boundless sea of karma gathered by the heart-fire of sentient beings—it was not burning—but annihilation! It was reshaping!

It was, in an instant, evaporating all the dams built by their rationality, the chasms drawn by ancient races, and even their primitive fear of the unknown!

Leaving behind only one thing—the most primitive, the most naked, the ultimate desire—capable of burning even an eternal Dao Heart into ashes in a single moment!

The previous clamor? Exclamations? Schemes? At this moment, they sounded—as humble as the beating of a gnat's wings. As pathetic as the babbling of ants.

Now, between heaven and earth, only one name remained, a name so heavy it made time and space stagnate and caused billions of Bloodlines to flow in reverse—Taiqing Heavenly Lord!

This name itself seemed to carry the dust of the primeval era, the broken walls and ruins of ancient times, and the final wail of countless gods and demons as they fell—transforming into a blood-colored scroll sweeping through the Myriad Heavens and Worlds, piercing through the past and present—carrying endless desolation and grandeur—with a thunderous sound—exploding in the deepest part of every living being's Primordial Spirit!

"Obtain it!" "Must obtain it!!"

An emperor of the Ancient Underworld Race—where was his imperial dignity now?

His eyes had completely turned into two burning blood flames, his imperial robes danced wildly without wind, and beneath his cracked skin, black imperial blood seeped out like magma.

He was completely unaware, only growling in a hoarse voice that tore at the Divine Soul: "What bullshit racial alliance! What Laws of heaven and earth! What Reincarnation of eras!"

"Before Him... all are illusions! At all costs... at all costs—!"

That roar caused several surrounding floating jade viewing platforms—like sand—to explode into powder!

"Opportunity? Hahaha..." Elsewhere, the High Priest of the Spirit Race, usually aloof and detached, was now like a madman.

The Star Scepter, passed down for generations in his hand, was being squeezed by him until it let out bursts of mournful cries.

He looked up and hissed, tears streaming down his old face, yet he laughed maniacally: "Ancestors above... Ancestors above! We have waited for three destruction eras... three whole eras! We... really waited for it!"

Madness. Total madness!

Those mighty figures, emperors, and leaders of ancient traditions who previously looked down upon sentient beings and judged the world—at this moment—had all gone mad!

They lost their poise, lost their composure. Their eyes, like the most starved Vicious Beasts trapped for eons—were nailed tightly to that cyan Heaven Rank.

That gaze was so intense that it seemed as if even the phantom projected by the "water mirror" Divine Ability—would be burned through and melted by this greed that had almost materialized!

What fall of a Genius? What rise and fall of a race? What inheritance of a tradition?

Before this fortune, which might point directly to the source of the Dao, concern the secret of Immortal Ascension, and even hide the ultimate key to the restart of an era—it all became—lighter than dust. More illusory than a dream.

"Transmit my imperial decree—!" The Crimson Gold Yao Emperor of the Yao Race's Sacred Mountain suddenly stepped forward. Crack—! The viewing platform made of Star Iron beneath his feet—was actually stomped into a deep depression!

The Demonic Qi boiling around his body turned into billions of roaring ancient Yao runes that shot up into the sky—the sound rolled like world-destroying thunder, shaking the Divine Soul of those with weaker cultivation until they were about to crack: "All my Yao Race subjects, whether in closed-door cultivation, in slumber, in battle, or undergoing tribulations... wake up immediately! Rush here immediately!"

"Exhaust all foundations, burn all essence blood, pave the road with corpses—you must pave a bloody path for the Emperor's son of our race... for this eternal Opportunity! This is—the Nirvana war of the Yao Race!"

"Sacrifice the ancestral artifact! Burn the ancestral soul!" The communication talisman in the Spirit Race High Priest's hand shattered—turning into a brilliant light bridge that ignored the barriers of time and space—and plunged into the depths of the Void Realm.

His hoarse voice carried a resolute, weeping tone and fanaticism: "Awaken all the self-sealed ancestral spirits! Tell them... the 'Gate'... may have appeared! Whether our race can reclaim the lost authority in the next era—depends on today! Any price can be paid! Every sacrifice has meaning!"

"Activate all deep-cover agents! Even if exposed! Contact extraterrestrial allies! Even if it means dealing with the devil! Awaken the taboo existences beneath the earth's veins! Even if the mountains and rivers are forever silenced—!"

Mad. All mad!

Streaks of Divine Thought, edicts, and blood orders, faster than lightning and more violent than meteors—carrying the highest will and crazy decisions of various races—transformed into a destructive counter-current of light rain—crazily tearing through layers of spatial barriers—shooting into every corner of the Myriad Heavens and Worlds—shooting toward those sleeping Forbidden Grounds, ancient ancestral altars, and those space-time rifts sealed for endless years...

The entire viewing platform was no longer a place of observation. It had become—a huge eye of a storm sweeping through the Myriad Heavens and Worlds!

Greed, fear, ambition, resolution... colliding and brewing crazily here—about to drag the entire Secret Realm, and even the endless worlds connected to it—into an unpredictable, uncontrollable—monstrous torrent!

And within the Secret Realm, the spatial barriers, already fragile from the great battle—were the first to bear the brunt of this first wave of madness!

"Riiip—!!!" A loud noise, as if the brocade of the Myriad Heavens and Worlds was being torn apart simultaneously, making one's teeth ache and soul tremble—exploded violently!

At the edge of the battlefield, the already turbid and chaotic Void Realm—was torn open by a savage, ancient, Supreme power—creating a rift tens of thousands of feet long! At the edge of that rift—eternal crimson-gold flames were burning!

The portal opened wide. Solar True Fire fell like a waterfall—burning the Void Realm until it "melted," and the myriad Daos wailed.

On the door frame, the totem of ten thousand Yaos worshipping was not carved—but countless phantoms of Yao ancestors—were in that fire—struggling! Roaring! Sacrificing!

A figure—stepped out slowly—from that fire portal that had been burning for eons.

He wore a crimson-gold Dragon robe. Every pattern on the robe was like a dormant primeval fire Dragon. He wore an Yao Emperor's crown. The tassels hung down, and each bead seemed like a miniature sun—burning.

His face was so handsome it approached the demonic, yet as sacred as a god. A golden vertical mark on his forehead opened and closed slightly—inside, it seemed there were terrifying scenes of Chaos opening and the birth of the great sun—endlessly reincarnating.

Just standing there. The ancient Demonic Qi boiling around his body turned into tangible ripples that spread out. Behind him—vast visions of ten thousand Yaos roaring, Golden Crows patrolling the sky, and the sun and moon falling together floated uncertainly—suppressing the space for ten thousand miles—causing it to constantly collapse—and constantly be reborn in the flames!

"Yao... Yao Race Emperor's son... Golden Crow Burning Heaven!" An alien Prodigy from an ancient royal family, his teeth chattering.

Fear from the depths of his Bloodline made him almost kneel down: "He... isn't he supposed to be in the deepest part of the Yao Race's ancestral land, absorbing the last breath of solar Origin Qi left by the ancient Yao Emperor, wanting to break that taboo shackle?!"

"Even he... was... forced to come out of seclusion—and descend in person?! This... the attraction of this trial—is actually this terrifying?!"

Before everyone could recover from the terrifying pressure of this Yao Race Emperor's son— "Hum..." A low, deep, devilish vibration that seemed capable of swallowing all light, sound, and even emotions—came faintly from the other side of the Void Realm.

Immediately after—that piece of the Void Realm seemed to be soaked in ink—rapidly becoming pitch black, void, and empty.

A portal that seemed to be inlaid with absolute darkness and countless wailing demon heads—appeared silently. Where the door opened. There was no light. Only deeper darkness.

A figure with a posture as upright as a world-destroying demon spear, with black demonic hair dancing wildly without wind—stepped out.

His eyes were pure, rotating darkness. No whites—like two entrances to an endless abyss of destruction.

A dark purple, seemingly living demonic mark on his forehead—was slowly squirming. Every squirm emitted a strange fluctuation that caused the Dao Laws of heaven and earth to rot and decay.

Beneath his exposed skin—faint dark golden bone patterns containing endless power and ominousness were flickering—that was—the Ancestor Demons' bones—a sign of Awakening!

An Ancestor Demons pressure originating from the end of the Bloodline, making ten thousand demons tremble and kneel—like a cold tide—silently—yet unstoppable, spread out. Wherever it passed—Spiritual Qi withered. Laws retreated. All things—seemed to be covered in a layer of—purple-black decaying color of the end.

"Demon Race... Demon Son, Wutian!" Another person exclaimed, the voice like a broken echo squeezed from the depths of the throat, every word soaked with the terror in the bone marrow: "A complete Awakener of the Ancestor Demons Bloodline! Legend says he once killed his way alone into the deepest part of the Nine Netherworlds, and from the sea of bones where ten thousand demons slumber, dug out the lost Ancestor Demons artifact with his bare hands! He... isn't he supposed to be in the Infinite Demon Abyss refining that great ominous object at this moment? How could... how could he tear through the Void Realm and set foot here?!"