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The incarnation squinted slightly.

He asked tentatively.

"Yunmiao?"

This woman’s appearance was exactly like Yunmiao.

However, her aura was different from what Zhong Heng remembered.

The former Yunmiao was proud, steady, and straightforward.

But now, it seemed she had abandoned all emotions and humanity.

This made Zhong Heng feel that the person standing before him was not Yunmiao at all but a sword.

"Anyone below an Immortal need not come here."

Immortal Wan Sheng pondered for a moment, stepping forward to try to stop Yunmiao.

The Immortals present could all see it clearly.

Although the woman before them was somewhat inscrutable, her cultivation level had certainly not reached that of an Immortal.

She was still only in the Divinity Transformation stage.

Zhong Heng also found it hard to fathom.

As an incarnation of Zhong Heng, his personality was only slightly different from his original self after experiencing ten thousand years, and their previous memories were shared.

For years, both the original and the incarnation had tried to find Yunmiao.

Among the trio who once made the Flying Star Cultivation Realm strong and prosperous, Zhu Xing had already passed away.

Zhong Heng had attained the Dao and ascended to Immortality.

Only Yunmiao was missing. Despite establishing an Immortal Sect later and possessing a significant search capability throughout the Jiuzhou Cultivation Realm,

there was not the slightest trace of Yunmiao.

The day Yunmiao left felt as if she vanished into thin air.

However, in the next second.

Yunmiao drew her longsword and stepped forward.

An overwhelming Human Dao Qi emanated from her.

Only the Immortals close to Yunmiao, like Zhong Heng, could vaguely see the characters engraved on the blade.

The two experienced Immortals beside Zhong Heng both narrowed their pupils, exchanging glances.

Almost roaring in Divine Sense.

"The Xuanyuan Sword!"

"How could it be the Xuanyuan Sword?!"

Zhong Heng captured the words of the two behind him.

In an instant, information about the Xuanyuan Sword, known over the years, flashed through his mind.

"In legends, the Xuanyuan Sword is similar to the River Map and Luo Book, both are Human Dao Supreme Treasures."

"But there are very few records of the Xuanyuan Sword, so even Immortals find it hard to understand that part of history."

"The Xuanyuan Clan... seems to be one of the Human Emperors."

"But its fame is much lower compared to Emperor Fuxi and Emperor Yu..."

Zhong Heng wanted to search through the history in his mind.

But he found that records about Xuanyuan were scarce.

Instead, the Xuanyuan Clan was well-known as the Yellow Emperor in ancient times.

But the Immortals had no time to think more.

They saw the sword blade unsheathe.

And Sword Qi wrapped Yunmiao, breaking through space and departing.

"She is going to... the Apocalypse Rift!"

The incarnation’s expression was somewhat uncertain.

He formed gestures with his hand, using the Incarnation Technique to connect with his original self.

His gaze looked into the distance.

"Over the years, the spatial channel between the two realms has shifted due to expansion."

"It should be soon; the three Golden Immortals are about to throw the Apocalypse Rift into the Ten Thousand Yuan Heaven."

In the Apocalypse Rift.

The Apocalypse Rift expanded further.

Within it, half a dragon body and a pair of dragon claws stretched out.

But other parts were invisible.

However, from the exposed parts, it could be judged that this was a dragon.

But why...

Why would there be a dragon in the Apocalypse Rift?

Zhong Heng’s eyes glimmered with Spiritual Light.

Instead, he looked toward the Apocalypse Rift, toward that ominous dragon.

"The dragon claws, body, and scales are very similar to the legendary True Dragon."

"But it bears the same aura as the Apocalypse Rift."

"So, what is on the other side of the Apocalypse Rift really..."

"This dragon..."

According to legend, the other side of the Apocalypse Rift is absolute void and unknown.

No living being has ever wished to enter the Apocalypse Rift.

"Legend has it, during the Ancient Wilderness Era, the Apocalypse Rift also went into turmoil, with many Great Saints of the Demon Race aiding the Human Race Immortals to seal it."

"Thus, the Demon Race fell, and many Great Saints disappeared."

"Did they all enter the Apocalypse Rift?"

"Could it be, this dragon is a Great Saint of the Dragon Race?!"

Thoughts raced in Zhong Heng’s mind.

He looked at the dragon claws suppressed by the peacock.

It seemed like a desperate Great Saint trying to escape from it.

In an instant, Zhong Heng’s thoughts nearly froze, almost being absorbed into the absolute darkness of the Apocalypse Rift.

But in the next second, a pure light burst forth.

Golden light shimmered, instantly awakening Zhong Heng.

In his eyes, there was only a sword left.

On one side of the blade were carved the sun, moon, and stars; on the other, mountains, rivers, grass, and trees; on the hilt, the techniques of farming and livestock raising on one side, and the strategy of unifying the four seas on the other.

Near the blade’s hilt, in tiny Ancient Cultivation Text, were carved two words.

Xuanyuan.

"Ssss"

The crisp sound of tearing rang out.

The dragon body and claws split into two, falling back into the Apocalypse Rift.

The peacock reverted to human form.

Only to see Kong Xuan covered in bloody marks, his complexion somewhat pale.

"Hah, go back."

Kong Xuan panted slightly.

He shouted outwards, "Have you three finished yet!!!"

"Boom————————"

In the next second, there was a roaring sound.

Space began to vibrate violently, yet it was stabilized by some external force.

.....................

The three Golden Immortals descended upon the world.

Only Immortals could sense their presence.

To mortals.

It seemed as if three new Haoyang had appeared in the sky.

The original Haoyang was overshadowed by these three blazing figures.

"Hold for me!"

"Go!"

The three Golden Immortals each cast their spells.

The weakest in Dao practice, Huihuang, even looked slightly pale.

But behind him appeared the projections of over thirty worlds, and these worlds poured their immense power into him, restoring the Immortal Venerable Huihuang’s complexion to a healthy red.