All Demons Pay Homage

Hundreds and thousands of cultivators, whether they were high and mighty Core Formation elders or bottom-tier rogue cultivators.

At this moment, they were all brutally crushed face-down into the mud by this terrifying, dimension-shattering oppressive pressure, suffering extreme humiliation!

The crisp sounds of shattering kneecaps echoed through the valley one after another, like dense firecrackers.

Boiling hot blood frantically gushed from their seven apertures, dyeing the grayish-brown earth red.

"Heavenly might... This is heavenly might! Just what kind of monster is forming their core?!"

That early-stage Core Formation elder had his entire face pressed firmly into the muddy water.

He roared in absolute despair. The golden core inside his body was actually trembling like a mouse meeting a cat in the face of this terrifying aura, on the verge of shattering!

Just when everyone thought this was the absolute limit.

"Woooo—"

An extremely mournful ancient demonic wail, sounding as if it had crossed the river of time over millions of years, violently exploded in the seas of consciousness of everyone present.

At the edge of that sky-obscuring Taiji diagram, the void peeled away layer by layer like a shattered mirror.

"Riiiip!"

An ancient demonic hand, thousands of feet long and covered in dark red scales and bone spurs, brutally tore through the spatial barrier.

Immediately after.

One, two, ten, a hundred...

Thousands upon thousands of phantom images of ancient great demons, exuding a monstrously evil aura and boasting mountain-like sizes, squeezed out from the spatial rifts in an extremely bizarre manner.

They did not roar, nor did they slaughter.

Instead, they adopted an extremely fanatical and lowly posture.

In this world, they all fell to both knees in perfect unison, bowing toward the bottomless array eye at the very center of the Taiji diagram!

Ten Thousand Demons Paying Homage!

That incredibly uniform sound of kneeling smashed against the void, striking like heavy hammers ruthlessly against the heart of every cultivator below.

"Pfft—!"

Large swaths of cultivators could not withstand the terrifying karmic backlash, wildly spitting fresh blood and fainting on the spot.

Within a hidden array formation at the edge of the absolute valley.

Several female cultivators of the Joyous Union Sect were curled up on the ground in an extremely wretched state.

Their originally revealing and highly seductive red gauzes were now completely soaked in cold sweat, clinging tightly to their voluptuous curves.

"Senior... Senior Sister... I can't breathe..."

A young female cultivator's legs violently spasmed out of control.

She lifted her pale face in horror, staring fixedly at the apocalyptic scene in the sky.

That extremely overbearing, extreme Yang aura that absolutely crushed all living beings beneath its feet, mixed with an extremely evil demonic intent that corrupted the soul.

Like the most lethal and potent aphrodisiac, it accurately pierced right into the weak points of these demonic sect female cultivators' cultivation methods.

They felt an unprecedented terror.

"Shut up! Guard your primal Yin! Whoever dares to lose control under the aura of such a terrifying almighty being won't even know how they died!"

The leading female cultivator bit her lip fiercely, forcefully using the sharp pain to suppress the uncontrollable wicked fire within her body.

Her fragile neck was covered in cold sweat, and her eyes were filled with despairing shock.

Just what kind of divine entity was this?

Even if those reclusive Nascent Soul stage old monsters were breaking through, it would be absolutely impossible to trigger such a terrifying anomaly that forcibly twisted the laws of heaven and earth!

Oppression.

An absolute oppression that prevented one from even forming the thought of resistance.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth across the hundreds of thousands of miles of the Valley of Dead Spirits was savagely drained dry at this moment.

It transformed into a thick, seven-colored energy tornado, like a heavenly pillar, frantically pouring backward into the depths of that unknown void!

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In the unknown black wasteland, at the bottom of a massive abyssal pit.

Gu Yang's cold white physical body, indestructible like granite, was currently emitting a terrifying halo that made it impossible to look at directly.

The extremely tragic forging deep within his dantian finally ushered in its ultimate qualitative change.

The fragments of the eight-tier Extreme Dao Pagoda, the seven-colored origin of the Flawless Glazed Heart, the overbearingness of the Great Sun True Fire, and the deep cold of the Nine Nether Soul-Locking Flame.

They were forcibly kneaded together by him using an extremely anti-human, frenzied will.

"Buzz—!"

An extremely faint sword cry, which seemed to make even time stand still, rang out in the deepest part of his dantian.

It was a core.

A bizarre golden core that appeared extremely deep and dark gold, yet its surface was covered with eight pitch-black demonic patterns that looked like natural chains!

It floated quietly in the center of his sea of qi.

It did not possess the dazzling immortal treasure light of an ordinary golden core, nor did it have that ethereal and elegant Dao aura.

It was extremely heavy.

So heavy that even the void surrounding Gu Yang visibly collapsed and distorted under the gravitational pull of this slowly rotating golden core.

Extreme Dao Demonic Core, nine revolutions unfulfilled, eight poles suppressing hell!

"Boom—!!!"

In the very moment the core took shape.

A vast and boundless spiritual energy storm, ten times more terrifying than that of a peak Core Formation cultivator, violently and savagely swept out in all directions with Gu Yang at its center!

The iron-hard gravel on the black wasteland was instantly ground into the finest powder by this storm.

The earth within a radius of dozens of miles was forcefully scraped off by a whole layer!

Outside.

The Yin-Yang World-Destroying Taiji Diagram and the Ten Thousand Demons Paying Homage anomaly in the sky above the Valley of Dead Spirits.

As if completing their final pilgrimage mission, they let out a roar that shook the heavens before instantly collapsing rapidly inward.

Transforming into a streak of light, they completely disappeared from the world.

The extremely berserk pressure suddenly dissipated.

Countless cultivators lying in the mud opened their mouths wide like dying fish, greedily breathing in the rushing air.

But in everyone's eyes, that extreme terror bordering on a mental breakdown still lingered.

In the deep pit of the wasteland.

Gu Yang extremely slowly opened those abyss-like black eyes.

Deep within his left pupil, a dark golden sun slowly bobbed; in his right eye, the nether black flame leaped silently.

He did not try to feel the terrifying, earth-shattering Extreme Dao power within his body.

He did not even have the slightest joy of successfully forming his core.

He merely raised that well-knuckled large hand in an extremely casual manner and clenched his fist.

"Crack!"

The air in his palm was forcefully squeezed by this pure physical strength, producing an ear-piercing sonic boom.

"Barely enough."

Four extremely cold words, devoid of any temperature, quietly spread across this deathly still wasteland.

Gu Yang slowly stood up.

The formidable cultivation base of the Core Formation stage allowed him to directly float in mid-air without any external force.

His deep black eyes looked with extreme disdain at this black scorched earth that had been thoroughly ravaged into ruins by him.

Deathly stillness.

There was no wind, no sound, and even the faintest rays of light were firmly dragged into the abyss by an extremely tyrannical gravitational pull the moment they approached this tall and straight figure.

Gu Yang hovered three feet above the ground.

The coarse gray linen shirt he had taken out from his storage bag quietly clung to his distinct, granite-like cold white muscles.