Global Catastrophe: I Begin to Evolve from an Ancient Tree

"What a nostalgic sensation for me!"

Demon Venerable Xuan Yin displayed a bizarre and sinister smile. After the pure blood qi power surged into his body, his aura became even more terrifying.

At this moment.

Master Gu Ming felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave.

What did he see?

The Blood Transformation Ancestor, in the Mahayana Stage, was obliterated in an instant!

The might of Demon Venerable Xuan Yin instilled fear in the Mahayana-stage master of the Immortal King Sect, a feeling he’d never experienced before.

When Demon Venerable Xuan Yin’s gaze fell on him, Master Gu Ming had a momentary urge to flee, but he forcibly suppressed the impulse.

"Retreat!"

"Everyone, retreat at once!"

Seeing that Demon Venerable Xuan Yin was about to strike, Master Gu Ming roared angrily. As he spoke, he unleashed all his power, his Dharma Aspect standing tall in heaven and earth, a majestic divine presence spreading forth, seemingly intercepting Demon Venerable Xuan Yin’s oppressive force.

Hearing this.

All the Righteous Sects present immediately realized the urgency and hastily retreated.

The fall of the Blood Transformation Ancestor.

Initially, it was a cause for celebration.

However.

A being even more terrifying than the Blood Transformation Ancestor had emerged.

From the ease with which he crushed the Blood Transformation Ancestor, it was evident that Demon Venerable Xuan Yin’s power was unfathomably deep.

Even a Mahayana Stage cultivator had fallen.

Let alone those who hadn’t yet reached the Mahayana Stage.

"Supreme Elder!"

Shangxu Zhenren looked anxious, with a barely detectable trace of fear in his eyes as he glanced at Demon Venerable Xuan Yin.

Master Gu Ming intended to hold the rear, which Shangxu Zhenren wished to prevent.

After all, Master Gu Ming was the only Mahayana Stage powerhouse of the Immortal King Sect. If he were to fall, the sect would suffer a severe blow.

"No need for words, leave this place at once. I will exert all my force to hold him back. Moreover, let the sect be assured. Having attained the Mahayana Dao, it won’t be easy for this demon to stop me."

Master Gu Ming kept his eyes fixed on Demon Venerable Xuan Yin, speaking calmly and unhurriedly.

Shangxu Zhenren’s expression shifted, then he gritted his teeth and said, "Retreat, let’s not interfere with the Supreme Elder!"

Upon hearing this, the other Immortal King Sect powerhouses also departed like a receding tide.

Shangxu Zhenren had little confidence in Master Gu Ming’s ability to stop Demon Venerable Xuan Yin.

However.

As Master Gu Ming stated.

Demon Venerable Xuan Yin’s power was beyond the confrontation of any non-Mahayana Stage cultivator.

Tribulation Crossing and Void Refining level cultivators were like ants before Demon Venerable Xuan Yin.

So.

Shangxu Zhenren could only lead the Immortal King Sect to retreat.

As the Righteous Sects left, the other Demonic Sect members dispersed like birds and beasts.

What a joke.

The Blood Transformation Ancestor met his end.

The so-called Celestial Demon Sacred Land was effectively in name only.

A mysterious and unfathomable Demon Venerable Xuan Yin instilled fear in Shangguan Potian and other demon powerhouses. Seeing Master Gu Ming holding him back, they naturally took the opportunity to leave.

In response.

Demon Venerable Xuan Yin seemed oblivious, showing no intention to stop the departing Righteous and Demon Dao cultivators.

"A mere rank-nine dares to obstruct me. I must admit, you have some courage. If not for my severe primordial energy depletion, I might have given you a chance to submit."

Demon Venerable Xuan Yin looked at Master Gu Ming with a hint of regret.

Master Gu Ming’s face darkened; in front of Demon Venerable Xuan Yin, he felt a long-absent sense of crisis.

"Who exactly are you!"

"I am Demon Venerable Xuan Yin, from the Ancient Celestial Demon clan!"

"Ancient Celestial Demon?"

Master Gu Ming rifled through his memories but found no records of the Ancient Celestial Demons.

The Immortal King Sect had existed for countless years, yet within it, there was no trace of information on the Ancient Celestial Demons, highlighting the clan’s mystery.

Demon Venerable Xuan Yin said, "The existence of the Ancient Celestial Demons precedes even the Taiyuan Realm. Naturally, you couldn’t know. But none of that matters; the beings of this world are destined to become nourishment for me.

You have the chance to merge with me and witness the glory of the Ancient Celestial Demons; it is the highest honor."

As his words fell.

Demon Venerable Xuan Yin made his move.

With a simple wave, terrifying power shattered the void, a blood-red Palm Gang enveloped the universe, oppressing it with overwhelming force that seemed to devour heaven and earth, obliterating even the Heaven and Earth Dao.

This strike.

Caused Master Gu Ming’s expression to change drastically.

Earlier, witnessing Demon Venerable Xuan Yin slay the Blood Transformation Ancestor was terrifying enough, though the target wasn’t himself, the experience wasn’t as dire.

Now that Demon Venerable Xuan Yin truly targeted him, Master Gu Ming truly felt the terror of that power.

However.

Master Gu Ming, after all, was a Mahayana Stage powerhouse.

Dharma Image Heaven and Earth.

Endless thunder surged through the Azure Sky.

Infinite Celestial Thunder Power raged, converging in the void into a peerless Divine Soldier, crashing down upon Demon Venerable Xuan Yin.

The Supreme Yang Celestial Thunder Power collided with the blood-red Palm Gang, like water and fire struggling to merge, unleashing terrifying tremors.

But in the end.

The blood-colored force still overwhelmed the Celestial Thunder Power; the supreme Divine Soldier shattered inch by inch, its irresistible might surging toward Master Gu Ming.

Upon seeing this, Master Gu Ming immediately summoned a protective Supreme Treasure resembling an ancient bronze bell.

The ancient bronze bell enveloped him, its Dao Rhyme swirling with celestial light, appearing as naturally integrated. As the blood-red Palm Gang struck it, the ancient bronze bell quaked violently, with its Dao Rhyme deteriorating bit by bit, but ultimately, it held.