Chapter 101: The Crisis of the Chaotic Sky

  Yang Le's sudden appearance on the endless black sea, above which was a gray and dismal sky, below which countless wailing demons in agony struggled, killed each other, and everywhere far and wide were massive and terrifying skeletal remains, everywhere filled with the stench of death and decay.

  The countless, gigantic hell demons that were struggling and killing each other in the sea of suffering suddenly stopped fighting. Countless pairs of crimson eyes stared intently at Yang Le, who had suddenly appeared in mid-air.

  Yang Le's surging and turbulent pure blood aura enticed the Hell Devil's drooling, howling, and countless deafening roars shook the air, as numerous dark red-skinned demons with enormous bodies suddenly emerged, emitting waves of terrifying devilish energy that shattered the black sea of suffering and charged towards Yang Le like a sky-covering and sun-blocking entity.

  Yang Le took out the Xiantian Divine Sword, a massive golden greatsword that shone with an unparalleled sharpness and emitted a powerful aura that shook one's will.

  Looking at the countless devils of purgatory shooting out from mid-air, Yang Le sneered and tightly grasped the large golden knife. His body shook and suddenly ten figures identical to Yang Le appeared, all holding a large golden knife, suppressing the surroundings in all directions.

  "Shatter the ten directions, chase the stars and slash!" Ten figures simultaneously unleashed a gigantic, sharp blade aura that wildly slashed out, like ten pillars of flame that instantly engulfed the surroundings, sweeping madly in all directions with Yang Le as the center.

  Scorching destruction-like sharp blade edges, carrying the will to destroy the sky, went forward without hesitation, crushing all the countless terrifying hell demons and skeletal remains that stood in front of them. Even the sea of suffering below was instantly evaporated, a thick layer disappearing in an instant.

  The dazzling light faded away, and only then did it become clear that within a hundred million miles of Yang Le's surroundings, everything was empty and silent. The nine figures gradually became transparent and disappeared.

  Yang Le's hands tightly grasped the large golden knife, his entire body's muscles tense, a burst of ancient and desolate aura wildly swept around him, an overwhelming momentum instantly filled the entire space, causing ripples to rise in the air.

  "Setting Sun Slash!" A ray of light flashed as Yang Le unleashed a mighty roar, his small body carrying an unmatched aura as he drew a golden light that shot upwards, a sharp and destructive black knife shadow struck the sky.

  Rumbling... like a supernova explosion, the entire world of Wanma Floating Pagoda was illuminated, and the sky was torn apart, revealing a deep and profound darkness.

  Yang Le felt keenly the unique aura of the desolate and wild world outside, knowing that the barrier of this Wanmo Floating Pagoda world had greatly weakened. With the sharpness of his innate divine sword comparable to an innate treasure, he used all his strength and almost broke through the seal and came out.

  But the next moment, in the endless distance, the towering pagoda tower suddenly burst into a bloody glow, illuminating the entire painted world. The deep and mysterious cracks on its surface quickly disappeared and healed, while the sea of suffering below was wildly howling, with countless hellish demons appearing out of nowhere, restored to life.

  Outside, six allied saints instantly appeared in a place with a length of billions and trillions of miles, almost spanning half of the Lin Yuan continent, next to a gigantic deep abyss that was tens of millions of miles wide.

  This gigantic abyss, which almost splits the entire earth in two, has a vast and profound void at its bottom that can swallow all existence below the gods at any moment, with an enormous suction power that invades the sky above the continent of Lin Yuan, like a terrifying monster from the primordial chaos that chooses people to devour.

  The further down you go, the more terrifying the endless suction is. Many bold and arrogant demon lords have gone down but never come back up again.

  Looking at the Swallowing Abyss, which is considered the number one forbidden land in this desolate expanse, the quasi-saints of the Allied Forces also had a solemn expression. One of the quasi-saints who cultivated earth-based laws said: "Those five from the East are really something, they actually sealed the Chaos Beast and the Wheel-turning Beast under the Swallowing Abyss, but they don't know that this abyss is actually the source of the turbid air in the entire Desolate Expanse. The four ferocious beasts are tempering their bodies in the source of the turbid air, advancing rapidly in strength. Hehe, it's going to be troublesome for them later!"

  "Hmph, you think they're that simple? They hide their depths! I don't believe Palace Cold Snow is just an old, innate divine demon, one of the first batch of living beings in the Primordial Chaos. She doesn't have any hidden cards at all!" The elderly cultivator beside him who was practicing wood-elemental law said in a deep voice.

  "Alright, even if she had entered the Wanmo Floating Tower Chart, there would be no chance of escape. Although the Wanmo Floating Tower Chart is only a top-grade innate spiritual treasure, it is still a sealed treasure. Even a top-grade quasi-sage who falls into it will not have a chance to break open, unless they possess an innate treasure."

  A flick of the wrist, an ancient painting scroll shoots forward, arriving at the edge of a deep abyss. A massive suction force suddenly pulls the painting into the infinite darkness.

  "Go! After a million years, it will be the day when you devour the origin!" The six quasi-saints instantly dissipated their bodies and hid in the torrent of laws.

  That small, ancient painting scroll fell down billions and billions of feet into the abyss, as if it had no end. Whether it was ten years or a hundred years, after a long time of falling, finally, from the bottom of the vast and boundless abyss came wave after wave of surging sounds.

  Looking down, all that can be seen is an endless expanse of dark grey misty clouds below, with two distant cliffs rising up on either side like heavenly ramparts, and a dull grey sky above.

  The scroll was like a bolt of lightning that descended vertically, and after passing through the thick, endless gray-black turbulent clouds and fog, it fell into a boundless gray-black ocean with a loud crash.

  In this world of Wanmo Floating Pagoda, Yang Le poured all his strength to break through the world every time, but that pagoda always burst into a million-meter-long bloody light at the last moment, solidifying and restoring the entire world.

  Yang Le knew that this was still because his strength was still very weak, as long as he became the ancestor of Pangu, Wu Zhen's true body, holding a top-notch innate divine soldier, he should be able to break open this damn prison!

  A devastating knife aura destroyed millions of hellish demons in front, and then flew towards the Heaven-supporting Treasure Pagoda at the center of the world of Wanmo Floating Tu Diagram with a swoosh.

  As he approached the pagoda, Yang Le discovered that the master of the underground ice palace, Gong Hanxuan, who had been sealed in earlier.

  At this time, she still had a cold and elegant face, calm and composed, her whole body filled with a cold and icy aura and an air of nobility that could not be desecrated, as if she was not sealed in, not worried at all.

  The palace owner, Palace Cold, was as slender as a snow-white willow branch, her figure like a solitary plum blossom standing under the tower, that lingering cold fragrance was so enchanting that it made people deeply infatuated.

  Gong Hanqian glanced at Yang Le as he approached, and then immediately lost interest, becoming absorbed in her own thoughts.

  Gong Hanqiong's expression was reflected in Yang Le's eyes, and the idea of joining forces to break through this world instantly dissipated. He couldn't help but feel annoyed, let out a cold hum, and flew off in another direction.

  Sitting cross-legged on a boulder, Yang Le began his meditation. The countless devils in the Myriad Demon Floating Pagoda world, after being torn to shreds and reborn numerous times, finally understood that the man and woman who had suddenly appeared in this world were incredibly powerful and didn't dare provoke them again.

  It was as if a hundred thousand years had passed, and with a loud rumble, the entire world of Wanmo Float shook violently. Yang Le also woke up from his meditation, looked up, and saw that in the endless gray mist above, a massive amount of dark gray gas filled with filth and corrosion suddenly poured in, spreading across the sky, gradually eroding the entire world of Wanmo Float.

  Yang Le and Yuan, the master of the Ice Palace on the other side of the Floating Pagoda, also had a look of shock. The grayish-black mist that rushed in was actually the long-lost Primordial Chaos Qi from the Hongyuan era. The Primordial Chaos Qi was extremely dark, turbid, polluted, and toxic, second only to the primordial chaos at the beginning of all things, which assimilated everything into chaos.

  The primordial turbid air is even more polluted and corrosive than the most contaminated and turbid blood sea, it can even tarnish the golden body of a saint, its toxicity is extreme, therefore even saints dare not let the primordial turbid air approach their bodies.

  Of course, the sage who has merged with the laws of heaven and earth is not enough to make him fall just because of the pollution of the chaotic air at the beginning of the sky. The sage who has fully merged with one or more laws of heaven and earth has already reached the state of being completely transparent and perfect, without any impurities, transcending everything, self-sufficient, and achieving immortality. Even the erosion of chaos can transform chaos into his own use, possessing the initial qualification to set foot in chaos.

  But the quasi-saint who has not yet fully merged with the laws of nature, if he is polluted by the long years of chaos and impurity of the opening heavens, the laws that are in harmony with him will also gradually separate from him. After the laws have completely separated, the quasi-saint will fall from his divine status and ultimately be dissolved by the chaotic energy of the opening heavens.

  Yang Le saw that this square pagoda world was gradually infiltrating the chaotic air of the sky, and there was no way to avoid it, so he could only sigh silently.

  Yang Le's worried mind was filled with the terrifying legends of the ancient Wu tribe, who had passed down their traditions from the distant past, and the awakening of the true body of the five-clawed golden dragon, which had successfully separated the dragon clan's imprint and essence blood. Both were dreaded taboos regarding the opening of the chaotic sky.

  In the primordial chaos of Pangu, only the peak quasi-saintly combat power that shakes the chaotic world, comparable to the top-grade innate spiritual treasure ancestor witch's true body, can rely on the Pangu bloodline tainted with the opening heaven's turbid air and its powerful physical strength to have tempered their true body since the beginning of creation in the opening heaven's turbid air.

  As the infinite sky's murky energy gradually sank down, unable to avoid it any longer, Yang Le calmed his mind and silently activated the "Opening Heaven and Earth Decision". The mysterious aura burst forth, only to be submerged in the hazy, smoke-like Opening Heaven's murky energy.

  On the other side, the master of the Ice Palace, Gong Han's expression, which had remained unchanged for billions of years, suddenly changed. Before the chaotic air fell from the sky, his mouth opened and a round, snow-white pearl flew out. In an instant, a white glow burst forth in all directions, and the entire sky was instantly transformed into a world of ice and snow. The biting cold wind howled, and the vast expanse of the bitter sea also froze into solid ice, smooth as a mirror.

  The struggling and killing demons in the sea of bitterness were swept away by a white light halo, and they stopped struggling and moving instantly. The demons in the hell turned into thick ice sculptures in an instant, crystal clear and vividly lifelike.

  A gust of cold wind blew by, and countless hellish demons' ice sculptures instantly turned into ice chips, drifting away with the wind.

  It was the master of the Ice Palace, Han Xuan, who was born at the beginning of heaven and earth, in the extreme north of Honghuang, where ice and snow filled the sky. Born with him was the top-grade innate spiritual treasure, the Snow Mochi Divine Pearl.

  This was also the first time she had summoned her congenital spiritual treasure, and it could be seen that in the face of the unprecedented crisis, with the entire world of floating towers filled with ominous auras, she suddenly summoned the top-grade pre-heavenly spiritual treasure, Xue Mugu Pearl, which had never appeared in the vast wilderness. It floated above her head, hanging down white rays of light, enveloping her entire body in its shadow.

  Throughout the entire Demon Realm, the gray and hazy sky continued to pour in endless Open Heaven Trash Qi. Wherever the demonic creatures of the Suffering Sea encountered a wisp of Open Heaven Trash Qi, they would instantly turn into a puddle of polluted blood, merging with the Suffering Sea.

  The towering Spire of Heaven-supporting in the center of the entire Demon World, under the cover of the chaotic air of heaven-opening, was flashing with a bloody brilliant light, its whole body glowing red, and even more so, it seemed to be swallowing the chaotic air of heaven-opening, making the brilliant light even more dazzlingly blood-red.