The domineering words, the candid declarations, and the undisguised killing intent fell simultaneously, echoing in the ears of everyone still present in the Tushan tribe of Qingqiu.

The Great Venerable of the Turbid World did not soar into the sky, nor did he use any spatial teleportation techniques. Instead, he walked out step by step as he had at the beginning. The clothing on his body had shed its former splendor and extravagance, reverting to a simple and dignified style – the attire once worn by an ascetic, a plain style, with a coarse rope wrapped around his arm.

He held a bowl of wine, his gaze lowered, his aura slowly pressing down.

Everyone felt that the domineering man was staring at them.

Everyone felt that those deep eyes were looking directly into the depths of their souls, bringing an immense sense of oppression. Although it was still a sunny day, with bright sunlight shining down, bringing comfort to the heart, in their perception, they seemed to see layers of heavy dark clouds pressing down.

Accompanied by the Great Venerable of the Turbid World's step-by-step advance, this feeling gradually spread, gradually oppressed, gradually weighed on people's hearts. And as he moved forward, the feeling of his spirit, energy, and essence converging to perfection, reaching its limit, was gradually sensed by everyone.

At this moment, he had abandoned life and death, and severed his past self.

Because he feared nothing, he had no flaws.

It was a realm and state that, apart from perfection, could not be described in any other way – a subtle yet extremely powerful state. One could imagine that once the Great Venerable of the Turbid World made a move in this state, it would surely be an earth-shattering strike, a move of extreme weakness!

And the first to fight the Great Venerable of the Turbid World would inevitably bear the most terrifying blow!

The four tripods stabilized the four continents, the source of the legend of the Yanhuang four continents.

"It's him..."

Such a person living in this world, in fact, only had seven words: do what must be done.

"The gods?!"

"Bah!"

"He Zhu?!"

ps: Today's first update...

Si Wenming stared directly at the Great Venerable of the Turbid World, but then regained his intensity, hurriedly rising to his feet, his left hand falling, resting on the hilt of the sword at his waist. He raised his eyes, his body no longer displaying the previous awkwardness, but a kind of tenacity like a rock standing after having experienced countless mountains and rivers.

Buzz!!!

He laughed loudly:

Nü Jiao opened her mouth, watching the Yu King walking out, reaching out to stop him, but then withdrew her hand.

The first and only one to attack resolutely.

"Provoked the relationship between you and the human race back then, causing the human race to destroy the Gonggong clan, and even let you see and eventually follow a portion of the water domain to flood the human race, guiding the small battles of the human race at that time, and even supporting the previous battles of Great Wilderness and Kunlun..."

Zhang Ruosu and Lin Shouyi did not dare to doubt it.

"It's just a pity that it was originally to restrain him, and at the same time let the Great Wilderness and the human race fight against Kunlun Mountain behind them, so that the Turbid World could reap the benefits… I didn't expect that they didn't kill him, but sealed him. If I had known this, I should have taken action earlier and killed him."

His tone was calm and composed:

Who dares?

The gorgeous and solemn clothing suddenly became fitted, even adapting to his existence, his sonorous voice echoing:

The Great Venerable of the Turbid World replied, "It is I."

The luck of humanity frantically gathered together, Yu King's hair spread out, his eyes shining brightly. He didn't seem like someone who lived only on the instincts of a boor, not like the woman who feared both his wife and his younger brother. This was the last hero who once stood in the human world, calming the flood, casting the four continents, solidifying all the races, sealing Wuzhiqi and suppressing Gonggong.

Or rather, who else could it be?!

A cold light slashed towards the Great Venerable of the Turbid World. There was not the slightest ripple in the Great Venerable's eyes. He slightly tilted his head, and the lightning-like cold light had already brushed past his temple and flown into the depths of the cloud sea. The rumbling sound was like continuous thunder, actually splitting the cloud sea in one breath.

At this

moment, looking at Mo Yu, he rarely explained, his voice calm:

But at this moment, his aura suddenly rose sharply, his eyes slightly narrowed, like an angry tiger staring directly at the Great Venerable of the Turbid World in front of him. His aura surged layer upon layer, causing his clothes to bulge slightly. That feeling of disharmony disappeared in an instant, leaving only a kind of angry oppression.

So, the life and death of others are also very important.

The sword howled frantically in its sheath, inch by inch being drawn out.

Amidst heavy and hurried breathing, a burst of astonished gazes turned, seeing that Mo Yu, who had been sitting uneasily among the gods, was about to get up. At the beginning, in order to ease the awkward atmosphere, he was cutting watermelon. At this moment, the tables and chairs were overturned, watermelons scattered on the ground, and his sleeves were stained with watermelon juice, looking really embarrassing.

He knew he couldn't stop it.

At this moment, the Great Venerable's calm aura, fused with the heaven and earth, even transcending all things, couldn't suppress the woman in front of him. Or rather, a pure anger allowed her to disregard everything. She had just grabbed the fruit knife from the table and thrown it directly.

"Only the you of that time..."

The gods fell silent for a moment. Zhu Jiuyin raised his eyes.

Creating legends! Ending myths!

"War, vendettas, floods, plagues."

Boom!!!

The Great Venerable of the Turbid World ignored Zhu Jiuyin, Gonggong, and Zhurong.

Life and death are important, yes, no problem.

Facing the Great Venerable of the Turbid World, whose aura was perfect, whose realm had retreated to its limit, and whose every move was thunderous.

"Causing so many human deaths, forcing so many to be displaced, it's you."

Suddenly, a sword cry exploded, interrupting the Great Venerable's words.

He raised his head and showed a hearty smile, then said, "It's me?"

Then the water god Gonggong opened his eyes, his gaze fixed on the Great Venerable of the Turbid World who was walking step by step. The water god crossed his arms and suddenly opened his mouth, "The events that happened in Xuanyuan Hill back then, were they not arranged by him?"

"At that time, I was trying to break the balance between the clear and turbid, and at the same time abolish him, Zhurong, and the eight battle strengths of Buzhou Mountain. I just didn't expect that after Nuwa mended the sky, she was already exhausted and fell into the hands of Tianji. If I hadn't had other thoughts at the time, Nuwa would have fallen after that battle."

Stepping, drawing the sword.

"Thinking about it now, it's a pity."

"Then use his Dao practice to completely set off a torrent sweeping through the entire Clear World, stirring up chaos."

Or rather, the true name of this sword in history [Xuanyuan Xia Yu Sword]

"I should have personally killed Nuwa, destroyed Buzhou, and then the Clear World and the human world would naturally fall."

"I am here today not to fight for you.

"Slash!!!"

Kaiming was astonished.

The sword in his hand transformed into the Xuanyuan Sword.

"And let so many people be exposed to the Way... How many white bones have you buried when you walked in the sky, and how many children have you seen lose their homes, parents lose their children, wives lose their husbands and sons, very good, very good, deeply sinful, deeply sinful, how dare things like you come to my human race's place, and even congratulate?"

The Great Venerable of the Turbid World nodded indifferently: "Also me."

"He, is not my goal."

Gonggong took a deep breath, lowered his eyes, and said:

Mo Yu.

For a moment, there was a deathly silence.

[Not because it wants to personally become a divine weapon, but because it is held in the hands of certain people, wants to personally achieve a certain Great Dao, manifesting, to be used as a divine weapon]

"I congratulate your motherfucking\*\*\*\*\*\*\*ah----"

In this tragic era, even after seven thousand years, there was still a woman who firmly remembered the names of those who died unjustly, remembered their hatred and sorrow, and then disregarded the gap between herself and the enemy, drawing her sword to avenge them in the name of an era so distant that even their souls had been annihilated.

This outfit was forced on him by Nü Jiao because of today's important event, solemn ink

blue, with gorgeous dark patterns embroidered inside and outside. To be honest, it didn't match Yu King's temperament at all. At first glance, it was like a middle-aged uncle being forced to wear formal attire to attend some kind of meeting.