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The Ancestral Beasts are ferocious, overwhelming heaven and earth.

One colossal figure after another stands towering above the nine skies, exuding the primordial aura of chaos from their scales and claws,

each breath transforming into a gale that sweeps across the universe, pulverizing the clouds into dust. The Immortal Gods, once proud and dominant above the heavens, now hold their breath in silence,

even retracting most of their divine light, fearful of angering these primeval beasts.

Indeed, the might of these Ancestral Beasts is too intimidating — it’s important to know that although these Ancestral Beasts were created by supreme power,

in some ways, they are no different from the innate divine beasts like the Ancestor Golden Crow that split open the primordial chaos or the Ancestor Candle Dragon that governs day and night,

if there is a difference, it’s that the former have never embarked on the path of cultivation, born with near-Daluo supreme combat strengths, enduring the wash of ten thousand years without advancing an inch, yet still terrifying existences near the Daluo level,

while the latter broke through and transcended the Way countless epochs ago, achieving the true Daluo Fruit Position, among them are existences standing at the topmost tier of the heavens!

At this moment, all is silent in heaven and earth, the myriad things voiceless.

"So, since all are settled, let’s witness together."

A plain voice suddenly resounds through the void, breaking the suffocating silence.

Zhang Fusheng stands with his hands behind his back, his robe fluttering in the gale, pulling the ’Eternal Mother’ beside him,

both lightly tapping their toes on the void, sitting down as if strolling in a courtyard, gazing indifferently at the scene in the Nine Nether Stronghold below.

The deities are silent, exchanging glances full of unwillingness, but feeling the nearly tangible pressure from the Ancestral Beasts behind them, ultimately, they remain helpless,

merely quietly following with focused minds under the daunting stares of the nine Ancestral Beasts.

"Ancestral Beasts..."

A faint sigh echoes from the depths of the void, a hidden True Spirit of Daluo gazing at the nine colossal creatures, its tone full of complexity.

Ci Haodao Ren stands at the cloud’s edge, a pale gold lotus pattern embroidered on his simple white robe,

at this moment, his brows are tightly knit, his eyes fleetingly carrying a few traces of gravity:

"Fortunately, this friend of the Sovereign Heaven is on our side, otherwise just these nine Ancestral Beasts would be enough to oppress the Netherworld, making it difficult for us to set up a killing situation..."

Taiyi Daoist stands beside him, hearing this, slowly exhales, raising a hand to rub his brow, the fatigue between his brows hard to conceal:

"Prepare well, if I’m not mistaken, that Zhang Fusheng should be appearing soon. According to the Supreme One, he is the so-called Central Pole Sect Leader."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the majestic stronghold below, his voice lowering a few degrees:

"And this Central Extreme Imperial City, he cannot possibly abandon... To him, it is an indispensable assistance for the path of proving the Way, a key piece in leveraging the current situation."

Ci Haodao Ren silently nods, his slender jade hand lifting a lustrous white as jade pure bottle,

the bottle resplendent, though within it lacks the willow branch that could bring lifeless wood to life, he closes his eyes for a moment, seemingly sensing something,

then slowly opens his eyes, his voice carrying a subtle heaviness:

"I’ve already communicated with my senior and junior brothers, along with the Great Sun Tathagata and the Medicine Buddha to determine, once Zhang Fusheng appears, initiate the killing formation immediately."

"However..."

At this point, a tinge of bitterness surfaces on Ci Haodao Ren’s face, his tone turning hesitant:

"Brother Guang Chengzi and the Many Treasures Tathagata, they haven’t been found yet. If these two join forces, they could ruin everything."

Taiyi Daoist’s expression also turns heavy, a hint of apprehension crossing his eyes.

Having dealt with them for so many years, he knows well the fearsome nature of Guang Chengzi and Many Treasures.

One is the senior disciple under the Primordial Celestial Venerable of Jade Void Palace, wielding supreme power over one’s teaching’s military authority, his cultivation unfathomable;

The other was once the senior disciple under the Shangqing Celestial Lord of Numinous Treasure, celebrated as Many Treasures Tathagata, after converting to the Buddhist Sect, his status ranks alongside top-tier Buddha existences like the Great Sun Venerable Buddha, the Medicine King Buddha!

If these two were to join forces, bluntly speaking, they could easily take on four or five of us,

especially Guang Chengzi, for he possesses Jade Void Palace as a supreme Dao venue!

Not to mention whether his Master left any cards,

Jade Void Palace alone contains the fundamental Dao rhyme of the Primordial Way, once stimulated, its might is unpredictable!

Upon thinking of this, Taiyi Daoist can’t help but feel his heart weighed down, as if a mountain was pressing upon him.

Right when the hearts of the two True Spirits of Daluo are heavy, quietly pondering strategies, outside the Central Extreme City within the Nine Nether Stronghold, countless beings have gathered.

The entire Central Extreme Imperial City resembles the Fengdu City, which once controlled the cycle of the Netherworld,

especially since both are paramount cities within the Netherworld realm, each presiding over one side, wielding ancient dominance.

However, unlike the grim and severe atmosphere of Fengdu City, the Central Extreme Imperial City exudes even more dominance and majesty, its walls forged from godly stones dark as ink, soaring ten thousand feet high, stretching thousands of miles into the horizon, its boundaries unseen by the naked eye.

Within the city lies a deathly silence, not a sound of humans can be heard, only the fierce wind howling through the streets,

on the city walls, at every hundred feet, hangs a bronze soul-calling bell,

from time to time the evil wind from inside the city brushes past these soul-calling bells,

causing a continuous crisp tinkling, disturbing the spirits of the beings attempting to cross the pass, making them dizzy,

the weaker cultivators simply collapse directly to the ground, bleeding from all seven orifices, clearly having suffered severe soul injuries.