The magic flowers arranged by the elderly figure have now borne demon seeds. Numerous demon seeds are heading towards the Yue King's Temple, but upon seeing such a might from afar, they cannot help but feel their hearts race and dare not approach.

"Hiss!"

The Purple Immortal Energy was pierced through, the elderly figure with youthful looks held the spearhead with both hands, pressed by an immense force, involuntarily retreating backwards.

He let out a thunderous roar, merging his physical body, primordial spirit, divine embryo, and Void Great Realm into one. As his body straightened, he transformed into a giant of a thousand zhangs, his strength soaring!

At the same time, the Great Emperor of the Three Realms appeared with a Golden Body Dharma, towering as tall as him, but with even greater power.

The elderly figure's face was twisted in fury, a hairpin lodged in his top knot flew into the air, transforming into a small sword piercing forward.

Above them, high in the Nine Heavens, the Golden Court appeared. Immortals dedicated their swords, and a sword soared from the Nine Heavens, spanning over ten miles, piercing down towards the Great Emperor of the Three Realms!

The Great Emperor of the Three Realms channeled his divine power through the iron spear, and with a puff, it passed between the elderly figure's hands, piercing into his chest.

The spear lifted the elderly figure skywards, shaking once in the air, and the elderly figure was torn apart!

The gigantic sword descending from the Nine Heavens instantly dissipated like a bubble of a dream, leaving only the small sword, like a hairpin, floating before the Great Emperor of the Three Realms' brow.

"Clang."

The small sword fell to the ground.

The Great Emperor of the Three Realms discarded the long spear, his body swiftly recovering to its prior state as he turned and walked towards the Yue King's Temple.

Behind him, the iron spear rapidly shrank, returning to its original size, and whisked up like a streak of light, piercing through the brow of a distant demon seed, carrying it up and pinning it to the ground.

Soon, the iron spear flew, weaving through the air, emitting a series of melodious howls.

The many demon seeds were utterly terrified by this sight and abandoned any thought of attacking the Great Emperor of the Three Realms, fleeing in all directions.

Moments later, the iron spear returned, passing through the hall and room, and landed back on the spear rack before the divine shrine.

Chen Shi stepped forward, lighting incense for the iron spear, saying, "Now, the mountains and rivers of the West Bull New Continent have shattered, merging into the underworld. Though I appoint the Yue King as the God of Lingzhou, it's uncertain how many can survive this Heavenly Disaster."

The Great Emperor of the Three Realms ascended the divine shrine and sat down, saying, "I will do my utmost to protect the people of Lingzhou, and no wicked ghosts or souls shall dare offend."

His voice grew higher, more distant, and the Yue King Temple expanded in grandeur until its rooftop seemed to transform into a vast blue sky.

In the blue sky, another bright moon was in the sky, and stars shone brightly.

Besides this starry sky, the original sky of the West Bull New Continent also had a bright moon, just much larger and lower, gradually revealing itself to be an enormous eye.

The dual skies were distinctly different.

"When dawn breaks, sunlight will pour down."

Chen Shi offered several sticks of incense to the Great Emperor of the Three Realms and walked out of the Yue King's Temple. Outside was a vast plain stretching for thousands of miles, with several villages standing upon it, next to which were fields, still planted with crops. However, without sunlight for days, the crops appeared withered.

Behind him, from the Yue King's Temple came sounds of chanting.

"Gazing afar to the Central Plains, beyond the desolate smoke, many towns and cities. In the past, flowers shielded willows, phoenix towers and dragon pavilions. Before Mount Sui, pearls and jade surrounded, in Penghu Palace, musical flutes played."

Chen Shi touched the withered leaves, thinking to himself, tomorrow, sunlight will pour down, perhaps these crops will grow again, sprout ears, and carry the fragrance of rice. Perhaps, the villagers here will have a good harvest once more.

The chanting from the Yue King's Temple gradually became both fervent and poignant.

"Where are the soldiers? The sharp blades cornered. Where are the people? Filling the gullies. Lamenting the land remains the same, every village desolate."

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