Chapter 239 New Era

In the depths of this black grassland, a shrill and long howl suddenly sounded, crossing the limits of space, carrying an indescribable sadness and provocation, echoing in every inch of air. This sound seemed to be a call from another world, foreshadowing some kind of ominous sign.

Then, a figure slowly emerged on the skyline. He stood in the void, like an emperor who dominated everything, looking down on this cursed land. He was a man with a bloody glow all over his body. His long hair was as bright as blood, flying freely, revealing a strange and charming aura. His upper body was exposed, and his skin was engraved with complex and ancient magic patterns. These patterns seemed to contain ancient power and flashed an ominous red light. His lower body was replaced by an extremely large snake tail. The snake tail was thick and powerful, winding and stretching for several feet, covered with the same magic patterns as his body, showing an inhuman appearance. The most amazing thing was that on his forehead, there was an extra upright eye in the center. This eye emitted a faint light, as if it could see into the deepest secrets of people's hearts. It was full of weirdness and mystery, making people dare not look directly at it, and involuntarily feel awe of the power hidden behind it.

Compared with the past, the aura of this Western totem was much more surging, like a surging wave, and contained a majestic power approaching the extreme, as if foreshadowing that it was close to its former glory peak. Feeling the shock of this power, Chen Nan's eyes suddenly tightened, like two sharp sword lights, penetrating the constraints of space and directly hitting the dormant ancient majesty.

"It's you!" When the Western Totem's gaze swept over Jiang Han and his group, the ancient and weathered body trembled slightly, as if recalling the grievances and entanglements of the past, or some premonition of the future, causing ripples in the heart of this former overlord of the world.

"My ambition is to overturn the sky and rebuild the universe. How can such a feat be without your witness?" Jiang Han's words were concise and firm. Before the other party could react, he waved his hand, and a miniature world appeared in the void. The mysteries and power contained in it moved even the Western totems.

"I have the responsibility to protect you, and I cannot leave easily. When the moment comes when heaven and earth collapse, I will come to witness it in person. At this moment, please step back and do not disturb my meditation." After saying this, the huge body of the Western Totem wanted to turn around, intending to escape deep into the ground again, looking for the peaceful place that belonged to it, to continue sleeping and recovering.

However, just as it was about to sink into the earth, an unprecedented mental oppression swept in from behind like a storm. It was a feeling of suffocation as if it was tightly locked by an invisible hand, as if the whole world had turned into a hunting ground, and it had become the helpless prey. An indescribable fear surged in its heart.

"Do you really have to force me into a desperate situation?!"

The Western Totem suddenly turned around and faced Jiang Han. Its long blood-red hair fluttered wildly in the wind like a burning flame. The magic patterns on its body lit up, emitting an enchanting and dazzling light. The mysterious third vertical eye on its forehead suddenly opened, emitting a deep black light, pointing directly into the void, with an overwhelming pressure that could not be ignored.

Facing this sudden resistance, Jiang Han did not say a word. His body twisted in an instant, like a shadow, and in the blink of an eye he was above the head of the Western Totem. He stretched out his right hand, and a ring woven of pure photons condensed in his palm. The light circle was extremely deep, as if it was a door to another world. The energy contained in it was enough to shake the heavens and the earth.

As Jiang Han's palm fell, the hole of light seemed to swallow everything and rushed straight towards the western totem. The air was filled with a heart-pounding atmosphere of a decisive battle. A contest of fate and will was about to unfold on this ancient land.

In the distant sky, the holy eye on the forehead of the Western totem was like a mysterious rune in ancient legends, suddenly emitting a deep and dark beam of light. This beam of light was like a teardrop left by the darkest star in the night sky, passing through the endless void and directly hitting the huge light hole in front that seemed to be able to swallow everything. The collision of light and darkness triggered a silent contest. The moment the dark beam touched the edge of the light hole, it began to dissolve rapidly, and was finally greedily absorbed by the light hole, disappearing without a trace, as if it had never existed.

"Alas, nothing has changed. It's really in vain."

The Western Totem slowly closed the third upright Holy Eye, revealing a hint of helplessness and resignation. Then, a series of chains woven from pure photons appeared out of thin air. They flashed with dazzling light, like chains from heaven, easily entangling and binding the ancient Totem. With a slight sound, he was pulled by these chains of light and slowly sank into a tiny but deep world, where there was another world.

"dispersion!"

As Jiang Han gave the order, the small world he was in seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force. Countless dazzling golden lights split out from his body, and each beam of golden light turned into an identical clone of him. They rushed in all directions at a speed beyond the comprehension of mortals. In Jiang Han's eyes, the distance of thousands of miles was just a thought away. The boundaries of space and time seemed so fragile in front of his power.

Soon, a clone returned with a dusty breath, followed closely by a young man with a strong murderous aura. This man was the revered Zixiao Taoist priest. In the earth-shaking battle of the ancient times, he was an existence that could not be ignored. His long hair, as charming as wisteria, fluttered in the wind, and his eyes were as sharp as lightning, as if he could see through everything in the world. He glanced coldly at Jiang Han and the people around him, with both majesty and a hint of impatience in his eyes.

"I am the ancestor Hongjun, and I specially invite you to visit my humble home to talk about our past relationship!"

Jiang Han's words were concise and powerful. Before Taoist Zixiao could react, a giant palm made of pure golden light had already fallen from the sky. The blazing golden light was like the first ray of sunlight when the sun rises, brilliant and irresistible. Ancestor Zixiao flashed and tried to dodge, but the golden light seemed to have spirituality, wrapping him accurately and accurately, and finally sending him into Jiang Han's world seed. Everything was settled, leaving only silence and unknown expectations.

Not long after, another figure slowly returned, dragging behind him an ice coffin that exuded a faint chill. Through the hazy ice layer, a human figure could be vaguely seen lying quietly inside, mysterious and intriguing. Following closely behind was a middle-aged man with blood-red long hair. He walked steadily, and every step seemed to be on the void. He was surrounded by a frightening demonic aura, adding a bit of weirdness to the dark thirteenth level of hell.

The appearance of these two people seemed to carry endless demonic power. The majestic aura belonging to the strong instantly filled the entire space. Even the air seemed to be solidified, and it was so oppressive that it made people unable to breathe, indicating that their identities were by no means ordinary.

"Tsk tsk, this is really unexpected. Even beings like the Six Ancient Evils are attracted here. This situation is getting more and more exciting!" Along with a melodious wave, the world seed swayed gently in the void, and from it came the gravekeeper's laughter full of playfulness and expectation, as if he was appreciating a good show that was about to be staged.

The blood-red-haired man's eyes were as cold as torches, piercing straight through the void and locking onto Jiang Han. His voice was filled with unquestionable majesty: "Bold lunatic, tell me your name! Why do you want to stir up three thousand feet of yellow earth and destroy our peaceful place of cultivation?" Facing the question, Jiang Han was not hurried, and his tone revealed a firmness that could not be ignored: "Hun Tian and Jue Qing, I have no intention of offending you, I just hope that you can move somewhere else, take a rest, and give this place a moment of peace."

"Hmph! How dare you, a mere ant, speak such arrogant words! Even the mighty Demon Lord in the past couldn't do it, so why do you think you can do it?" Before he finished speaking, there was a loud bang, and the ice coffin seemed unable to withstand the anger inside and suddenly broke into pieces. Amidst the flying fragments, a white-haired man stood proudly, stepping into the air, his eyes flashing with disdain and contempt, looking directly at Jiang Han below, as if his eyes could see through all the vanity.

In the dark and deep void, everything was silent, only the dull and oppressive atmosphere lingered. Jiang Han stood on the edge where chaos and order intertwined, his figure was lonely and upright, as if he was the only unchanging rock between heaven and earth, quietly enduring the baptism of time.

"He can't do it..." Jiang Han's voice was low and magnetic, and every word seemed to come from the other side of distant time and space, with an unquestionable firmness. He raised his eyes slightly, and his deep eyes seemed to contain the sea of ​​stars, and there was a hint of imperceptible sarcasm in his indifference, and he gently glanced at the two ancestors in front of him - Jueqing and Hun Tian.

The Jueqing Patriarch had a stern face, exuding a chill that kept people away from him, as if he was the coldest ice under the Netherworld, while the Hun Tian Patriarch had a complicated expression, with both awe of the unknown and reluctance and struggle in his eyes. These two were both well-known in the Three Realms, but at this moment, because of Jiang Han's words, they couldn't help but tremble, and the waves in their hearts were difficult to calm down.

"... doesn't mean I can't do it." Jiang Han's words fell, like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, stirring up layers of ripples. As his voice faded, an unprecedented powerful aura suddenly surged out of his body, like the first ray of sunlight at dawn, piercing the haze and silence around him.

This momentum was so majestic and vast that it seemed to be able to cross endless time and space and reach every corner of the universe. It exploded instantly, like a strong wind that rolled up thousands of feet of waves, sweeping across the legendary thirteen layers of hell. The flames, ice, blades, darkness of each layer...everything seemed small and powerless in front of this power, trembling one after another, as if even space itself was trembling under this power.

Jiang Han's figure seemed to have become the master of the world at this moment. His every word and every movement revealed an extraordinary majesty and inviolability. The surrounding void seemed to be responding to his will, with subtle and mysterious fluctuations. The whole world was shocked at this moment.

"Ice returns to the void!"

The ruthless ancestor's brows were tightly knitted, as if two mountains and rivers were lying across his forehead. The vicissitudes of life and the surge of the power of the law intertwined a complex totem on his face. He took a deep breath, and every word seemed to come out slowly from the abyss of ancient time and space, with unquestionable power, and directly displayed the strongest law he had cultivated so far.

In an instant, the sky seemed to be swallowed by an endless winter, and the snow and ice in the sky were like millions of crystal blades, dancing wildly in the cold wind, weaving into a huge silver-white net covering the sky and the earth. In this sudden snowstorm, Jiang Han's figure was tightly wrapped by a huge and crystal clear ice block in an instant, as if time and space were frozen at this moment.

"Hmph, a mere mortal, you actually want to escape the blockade of my original true ice, and even dare to say that you can compete with that demon lord!" The heartless ancestor snorted coldly, with an arrogant voice that could not be challenged. In his opinion, even if the ancient demon lord came in person, once he was sealed by his original true ice, it would be difficult to break free easily.

"Master!" Chen Nan became extremely anxious upon seeing this. Golden light quickly gathered in his palm and turned into an extremely sharp golden cone. With a sound of breaking through the air, he fiercely slammed into the icy cage.

However, just as the golden cone was about to touch the ice, an astonishing scene occurred. Instead of being shattered, the ice exploded on its own. With a sharp cracking sound, a huge ice hand suddenly stretched out from the broken ice. The movement was so fast that it almost exceeded the limit of what the naked eye could capture. The giant hand easily grabbed the neck of the heartless ancestor, and with a "swish", it threw the ancestor into the small world like a toy.

"How...how is this possible! He has been completely frozen, how can he still..." Old Ancestor Hun Tian was dumbfounded, looking at Jiang Han's back, his face full of shock and disbelief, as if everything before him overturned his cognition.

"You, do you want to try it too?" Jiang Han turned around, his eyes calm but deep, staring directly at the Old Ancestor Hun Tian, ​​with a barely perceptible hint of challenge in his tone.

"Hun Tian, ​​come in! You are no match for him!" At this moment, the weak but firm voice of the Jueqing Ancestor came from the small world. Obviously, the previous blow had caused him serious injuries, and even his voice seemed a little erratic.

Hearing this, a hint of unwillingness and struggle flashed in the eyes of Patriarch Hun Tian. Finally, he sighed, stretched out his body, turned into a stream of light, and sank into the entrance of the small world.

As time went by, Jiang Han's power seemed to be growing. He began to awaken those powerful people who had been sleeping in the ancient times, and invited them to enter his small world one by one. These former overlords actually surrendered in front of Jiang Han and became part of his plan.

Finally, Jiang Han transformed into a towering, dazzling fruit, suspended above the nine heavens. The majestic energy fluctuations emanating from his body surged out like a tide, not only shocking the entire small world, but even affecting the other four realms except the third realm. It was a terrifying power that was enough to make people palpitate and dare not have the slightest thought of resistance. Even the guardian old man and the ancient six evil beings, after feeling the pressure of this power, could not help but secretly marvel at it and had a new understanding of Jiang Han's strength.

On this day, within the Five Realms, an unprecedented upheaval quietly began, heralding the advent of a new era.

(End of this chapter)