Decades passed.
Many low-level Vicious Beasts in the Reincarnation Purgatory were completely slaughtered by the Cultivators of the Immortal Realm.
A new generation of practitioners also began to step onto the stage, showing their brilliance.
Many Prodigies also emerged in the Immortal Realm, and the most prominent were naturally the Disciples of the Xuantian Dao Palace.
After all, the Daoist techniques taught by Han Xuanji were incredibly powerful, all of them being top-tier secret techniques of the Immortal Realm; furthermore, everyone had extremely excellent divine weapons and Magic Treasures, and each one was fully equipped when they went out.
To be honest, Han Xuanji had finally put to use the many Magic Treasures he had obtained from previous check-ins, saving them from being wasted in the System space.
During this time, the Disciples of the Xuantian Dao Palace also received genuine tempering, and no casualties occurred.
The most prominent was Qin Qilin; originally a well-known Prodigy in the Immortal Realm, now having joined the Xuantian Dao Palace, he naturally received a lot of attention.
Compared to the Early Stage of the war, the number of vicious demons has also significantly decreased recently.
Now that these few ancient Powerful Experts have emerged, the real game has begun.
"Is it finally about to begin?"
In his spare time from cultivation, Han Xuanji would also observe the situation of the Sea of Nether, waiting patiently.
Han Xuanji had witnessed the battles of these years; the truly powerful Primordial Beings had not yet emerged. Clearly, they were naturally unwilling to live in the Land of Reincarnation and collude with the Demon Ancestor.
"It wouldn't be a bad idea if I could catch a few more mountain-guarding Spirit Beasts, would it?"
Han Xuanji thought to himself.
Having beings of the Celestial Golden Immortal Realm guard the gate sounded quite nice.
At the same time.
Several figures rose, stepping into the air above the Sea of Nether.
They stood apart, their temperaments heavy and calm, in various forms—some human-like, some beast-like—but the aura emanating from each was as deep as an abyss and as heavy as a mountain, incredibly powerful. All were clearly at the Primordial Chaos level, and a few even vaguely touched a higher threshold.
Their gazes swept over the battlefield of mountains of corpses and seas of blood below and the Immortal Realm army waiting in battle formation; most were cold and calm, a few were scrutinizing and playful, lacking the frenzy of the previous beings.
"Who is in charge of this world now?"
The questioner was a Primeval Being. It resembled a Qilin, its size comparable to the mountains of the Immortal Realm. Its four hooves stepped on the Void Realm, causing ripples of dark purple flames to undulate. Its aura had clearly reached the level of a Celestial Golden Immortal.
As soon as these words were spoken, the already tense atmosphere froze to the extreme.
In the Immortal Realm camp, from the Heavenly Court Emperors down to the ordinary Heavenly Soldiers and Loose Cultivators, everyone felt an unprecedented heavy pressure washing over them.
These existences were completely different from the vicious demons that could be killed by sheer numbers and formations; they were true primeval giants who could influence or even overturn the battle situation by themselves!
Among the crowd from the Xuantian Dao Palace, Xiao Hong hid his cultivation and followed behind everyone, a hint of reminiscence appearing in his eyes.
"There are indeed some old acquaintances."
A hint of playfulness and reminiscence flashed in Xiao Hong's eyes as he whispered:
"Evil Lin? I didn't expect this guy to still be alive... though he seems to be much weaker than before."
His tone was relaxed, as if watching an old acquaintance's spectacle.
"Senior Xiao Hong, do you know it?"
Li Taiqing asked.
"Of course I do. It's a member of the Primeval Qilin Clan with a very high Bloodline. However, its personality is extremely violent, and it caused a lot of trouble, so it was imprisoned along with the others by the Dao Ancestor."
Xiao Hong said lazily.
He was originally a Primeval Demon God as well, but he was suppressed by the Nirvana Dao Venerable, which was like a private cell.
Hearing this, Li Taiqing nodded.
The Qilin was originally a Sacred Beast of the Immortal Realm, but that didn't mean all Qilins were like that; clearly, this one was an outlier.
"Finally... the truly troublesome guys have come out!"
A Cultivator who looked like a white-bearded old man gasped, his voice dry.
"Judging by the aura, they are at least at the Primordial Chaos level... these are all ruthless characters who disappeared at the end of the Primeval Era!"
"Though their numbers aren't many, every one of them is a tough nut to crack! This is going to be troublesome!"
Several great Cultivators of the Heavenly Court discussed fervently.
The previous battles were undoubtedly too simple.
Clearly, now is the real beginning.
Everything before was just small skirmishes that wouldn't decide anything.
"They don't seem to have the intention of acting immediately?"
"Perhaps... we can talk? What these existences seek might not be pure destruction."
"Talk? What is there to talk about with these old fogies!"
"Reckless! Do you think Primordial Chaos experts are made of clay?"
Another ancient immortal rebuked sharply,
"Which of these existences didn't kill their way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood? If we rashly start a war, even if we win, what price will our Immortal Realm have to pay?
Don't forget, clashing to the death with these giants now would be playing right into the Demon Ancestor's hands, consuming the strength of our Immortal Domain."
There were many discussions, with no consensus reached.
The war faction and the peace faction were at odds.
Amidst the noise, at the core of the Heavenly Court, Emperor Ziwei's expression was grave as he exchanged looks with several Emperors beside him.
"How audacious!"
Emperor Ziwei took a step forward, his imperial robe fluttering without wind, a vast purple Qi surrounding him, resonating with the stars in the sky.
His face was solemn, his gaze like lightning, and his voice carried unquestionable majesty:
"This world was opened by the Immortal Ancestor and organized by the Dao Ancestor. The Lord of our Heavenly Court is the successor of the Immortal Ancestor's Legacy and a personal Disciple of the Dao Ancestor. He is the one destined by Heaven, walking the Heavenly Dao, spreading heavenly virtue, creating all things, and saving all living beings!
This is the eternal and unchanging orthodoxy of the Immortal Realm, the co-lord respected by all spirits!"
"You are primeval remnants, but since you have escaped and returned to this world, you should know what era it is now and what kind of order is followed!
His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor's benevolence is vast and his rule is orderly, which is why the Immortal Realm has today's prosperity.
Instead of being grateful for the Dao Ancestor's mercy in sparing your lives, you speak such wild words here, even attempting to request an audience beyond your station?
You truly do not know your place and do not understand the fate of Heaven!"
His words were righteous and severe, instantly bringing the Heavenly Court's position and authority to the forefront. Many Cultivators of the Immortal Realm nodded in agreement upon hearing this.
When these words reached the ears of those primeval giants standing in the air, they triggered coldness, disdain, and even a somewhat absurd sense of sneering and silence.
The first to react was the Evil Qilin who had asked the question.
In its giant eyes burning with dark purple flames, a flash of astonishment first appeared, as if it had heard some unbelievable joke, followed by a deafening roar of laughter:
"Hahaha!"
The laughter shook the Sea of Nether, causing waves to surge and ripples to appear in space.
"Heavenly Court? Heavenly Emperor?"
The Evil Qilin's laughter was filled with blatant contempt,
"Junior, if we talk about age and seniority, that 'Heavenly Emperor' you speak of probably isn't even worthy of carrying my shoes!
When this venerable one traversed the primeval era, drinking with Star Gods and wrestling with Ancestral Witches, the so-called 'Heavenly Emperor', probably didn't even know in which corner he was ignorantly cultivating!"
It leaned forward slightly, its massive head casting a large shadow, dark purple flames dancing between its fangs:
"To have a wet-behind-the-ears Junior rule over this venerable one? And expect me to follow his 'order' and be grateful for his 'benevolence'? Hahahaha! What a joke!"