"Feng, step back,” a voice from the throne suddenly transmitted from the Demon Lord.
The protector fighting against the Primordial Royal Clan elder quickly retreated.
The Demon Lord lifted his head and looked at the elder before him.
The elder angrily charged at him.
The killing intent soared as if it would overturn the entire firmament.
The elder’s whole body’s strength surged wildly.
However, when he arrived in front of the Demon Lord, his entire momentum abruptly stopped.
Because the Demon Lord reached out directly and clasped the elder’s neck.
He effortlessly lifted the elder, looking at him indifferently.
"Old Ten-Day, your era is about to pass.”"You… you deserve death,” the elder struggled.
"Everyone dies; I’ve never shied away from my own death.
But death to me is just an inevitable path in life, not the end of it.”
The Demon Lord gazed at the distant horizon.
"Perhaps my entire life has been a cycle of reincarnation between life and immortal death.”
After his words fell, he unhesitatingly plunged the Sky Piercer into the elder’s abdomen.
The Sky Piercer emanated tremendous power, directly devouring the elder into it.
After doing all this, the Demon Lord sat placidly on the throne.
Once, the Primordial Royal Clan that flourished through countless eras had finally met its end.
Accompanying its fall was destruction.
"Weren’t you going to kill my past,” Xu Zimei said with a smile.
"Go ahead, he is sitting right there, I have faith in you.”
The Yin-Yang Great Saint was utterly terrified at this moment.
Because the next moment, the Demon Lord’s gaze slowly shifted, already set upon him.
The Demon Lord said nothing, yet the pressure was enough to nearly drive the Yin-Yang Great Saint into despair.
"Oh? Carrying the power of time, an elder from the future, hmm.”
The Yin-Yang Great Saint shouted, unleashing his Great Yin Yang Technique.
Right now, he cared not for killing; he only wished to escape this world.
Because this world was too terrifying.
However, with a wave of his right hand, the twisting world created by the Great Yin Yang Technique was immediately halted by the Demon Lord.
The Yin-Yang Great Saint stared in horror at the scene.
He felt that his Yin Yang technique, before the Demon Lord, seemed as nave as a baby just learning to walk.
Yet, to the great astonishment of the Yin-Yang Great Saint, as the Demon Lord walked step by step, he entirely ignored him.
Much like an ant unworthy of a glance.
The Demon Lord approached Xu Zimei step by step.
It seemed as if their gaze crossed thousands of years, confronting in two different time spaces.
"You’ve come,” the Demon Lord spoke first.
"Just an accident, but quite a marvelous meeting,” Xu Zimei replied with a smile.
"I hope you won’t follow the footsteps of the past, truly find all the answers, and conclude eventually,” the Demon Lord chuckled.
He waved his right hand again.
Glanced over at the Yin-Yang Great Saint.
At this moment, the twisting void around them began to transform.
"I’ll take you to the past of the Yin-Yang Great Saint, you can easily kill him.
Hope that one day, when we meet again, we can fulfill the dreams of generations of demonic skills.”
Eventually, Xu Zimei had no power to resist.
He was once again swallowed by the convoluted void.
When he appeared, Xu Zimei found himself returned to within the Sun Palace.
No, it was not the current Sun Palace.
It was from a time thousands of years ago when the war between the Sun Moon Sect and the Sun Palace had not yet occurred.
Xu Zimei appeared here.
It was from the Yin-Yang Great Saint’s memory.
This timeline from his past.
Finally, Xu Zimei saw a little boy bouncing along from a distance.
The little boy carried a Yin-Yang Plate on his back, with a rich surge of Yin Yang Qi flowing around him.
The little boy also noticed Xu Zimei when he approached.
"Are you the Yin-Yang Great Saint?” Xu Zimei asked.
"My master bestowed upon me the title of Yin Yang, but Great Saint, what does that mean?” the child asked.
"I forgot, you haven’t become a saint yet,” Xu Zimei said with a smile.
He directly grabbed the little boy.
In the terrified gaze of the little boy, Xu Zimei banished him into the void.
The twisted void directly obliterated the past of the Yin-Yang Great Saint.
And Xu Zimei’s figure traversed once more.
This time, he finally returned to his own timeline.
……..
At this moment, Xu Zimei looked at the Yin-Yang Great Saint before him.
With the distortion of Yin Yang techniques.
The figure of the Yin-Yang Great Saint began to dissipate bit by bit from the feet up.
"What have you done,” the Yin-Yang Great Saint screamed in terror.
"Just like you, wiping out your past,” Xu Zimei answered with a smile.
Upon hearing this, the Yin-Yang Great Saint was tremendously shocked.
"You are a demon, you’re the Demon King.”
"Weren’t you wanting to see my past,” Xu Zimei said with a smile.
"What now? Are you feeling fear?”
The Yin-Yang Great Saint struggled desperately.
But it was futile; without a past, how is there a present.
To do this is to erase one’s fate in the River of Time.
Only those truly strong can achieve this.
Even Xu Zimei, using the Sutra Trilogy, could only glimpse the future, draw in the future self.
And could not freely traverse the future.
Only strong individuals like the Demon Lord could effortlessly handle future and past.
Whereas the Yin-Yang Great Saint, who had practiced the power of Yin Yang from a young age, experienced thousands of years of silence.
This gave him such strength.
But every time he traversed the future, the damage to him was irreparable.
Watching the death of the Yin-Yang Great Saint unfold was a devastating blow to the Sun Moon Sect.
Nearly all Great Saints attacked Xu Zimei as if maddened.
Yet Xu Zimei remained undaunted.
Demonic Qi surged around him, powerful forces roared through the void.
He looked at the figures coming to kill him.
Xu Zimei wielded the Tyrant Shadow, Blade Intent sweeping across.
The battle that followed was nearly a fight to the death.
He slashed others with a blade; others equally struck him with a punch.
Blade by blade, blood shed, punch by punch, flesh met.
A fierce battle among the saints.
At this moment, none had a single intact spot on their body.
Xu Zimei was likewise, bloodied and battered, even with the Tree of Life endlessly healing him.
Yet the injuries remained severe.
Nevertheless, Xu Zimei laughed heartily, seeming to greatly enjoy the fight.
The explosive sound of collision echoed incessantly.
"Come again,” Xu Zimei shouted aloud.
But some Great Saints already showed cowardice.
They weren’t afraid of Xu Zimei; they felt that if this continued.
Even if the Sun and Moon God was killed by the formation.
They still couldn’t kill Xu Zimei.
This battle was futile.
Yet Xu Zimei, as if crazed, actively launched his attack.
"Sect Hierarch, find a way,” some Great Saints laughed aloud.
The body of Wang Yangming, which was consumed, now appeared in the void.
But right now, he was in the state of a Divine Soul.
The physical body was long gone.
Wang Yangming looked at the ancestor’s fall and was utterly enraged.
He shouted at the firmament: “Holy Court, if you do not act now.
We will withdraw.”