The heavens and earth overturned, the Great Dao rampaged, time and space shattered and then reformed.

The "Dream Demon God" wielded the Dream Dao Heavenly Sword, descending like divine calamity, unmatched and unparalleled, intimidating all heavens and myriad paths.

Meng Wuyou gazed upon the "Dream Demon God" before her, introspecting her own heart, sensing those strands of expanding fear, which was precisely the source of the "Dream Demon God's" reappearance.

"A Demon God that controls fear?"

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"Hmm? What's happening!"

In the Western Nether Sea, Jieyin and Zhun Ti's faces changed as they fled.

When the Fear Demon God unleashed all his terrifying emotions, even they were influenced, unexpectedly showing a look of dread.

Before Jieyin, all visions transformed, everything rapidly faded away.

A silhouette of a Demon King appeared before him.

The Demon King sneered at Jieyin: "I will destroy your teachings!"

Jieyin "saw" himself sternly say: "How can you destroy my teachings? My temples spread across the world, and my disciples donned in robes are as numerous as trees in a forest."

The Demon King laughed loudly: "When you are alive, I cannot touch you because your disciples wholeheartedly pursue the Dao, adhering to your teachings."

"But once you enter Nirvana, I will let my demon offspring wear your robes, enter your temples, preach my demonic doctrines, and corrupt your followers!"

"The demons will roam all heavens, this is a world catastrophe you cannot stop."

"Hahahahaha!!"

Jieyin felt a wave of shock in his heart.

At that moment, what was before Zhun Ti also transformed.

He "saw" himself and his senior brother breaking through chaos in a miserable state, finding the location of a palace.

Upon entering, the place filled with holiness.

In the front row are six seats.

Then Zhun Ti "saw" him shamelessly crying, tricking two seats from Red Cloud and Kunpeng.

Then he sanctified through loans.

Killed Red Cloud.

Beseeched all Primordial.

Gradually, the scene shifts repeatedly.

In countless perspectives, he becomes a big villain, slapped in the face by all sorts of "Heaven's Chosen Child."

Reciting a couple of poems can deceive him completely.

"Is this me?"

Zhun Ti fell into deep confusion.

Then, he laughed.

When speechless, people laugh.

Divine beings are no different.

"Do I, Zhun Ti, really fall to such a plight?"

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"Damn Mushroom Ancestor, just you wait!"

Wangchuan picked all the mushrooms off his head.

About to turn back to reconvene with Xuanqing, ripples appeared in Wangchuan's heart too.

He walked forward slowly, as if stepping into another time space, seeing ruins before his eyes.

Crack!!

Lightning cut through the night sky, a muffled thunder shattered a mountaintop.

Wangchuan saw a scorched giant tree, its crown already broken, leaving only a blackened stump, as if it suffered a horrific calamity.

"Little Tea?" Wangchuan's heart tightened, hurriedly went to check.

The Enlightenment Tea Tree was completely devoid of life, long since dead.

"Who did this?" Wangchuan roared angrily.

Suddenly, the corner of his eye caught a dash of bright red.

A torn garment edge buried by Nether soil.

Wangchuan's pupils shrank: "Dream Sister!"

He scrambled madly forward, digging through the soil, seeing only a vibrant Other Shore Flower.

Crack!!

Wangchuan suddenly turned around.

"Brother Ming River!"

A face dripping with blood hung upside down in the sky's edge.

It was "Ming River," his eyes already gouged out, a long sword — Yuan Tu — pierced his forehead.

"Ming River" was killed by his own sword.

Grind～

Wangchuan clenched his teeth, his heart filled with rage at its peak.

He followed the bloody path, heading towards Luofeng Mountain.

Along the way, corpses lay everywhere.

The Ten Halls Yama bisected, countless judges and ghost god's corpses piled into mountains.

The Six Great Heavenly Palaces fell, pitifully damaged.

Fengdu Hall became ruins as well.

Amidst the ruins, a towering figure sat on the Emperor's Throne.

He wore a crown, his gaze profound, showing endless majesty, looking at the approaching.

Looking at this lifelike corpse, Wangchuan's eyes turned scarlet.

"Which bastard is playing me!" Wangchuan almost laughed angrily.

The Underworld's destruction, even Netherworld Emperor was dead.

Could he possibly survive?

Rumble!!

Wangchuan swung the Yellow Springs Sword, slashing fiercely in all directions.

Yet, he could not break this illusion realm.

This illusion realm is false.

Yet also very real.

Because Wangchuan truly fears the destruction of the Underworld, with loved ones all dead.

Under the influence of the Fear Demon God, these strands of fear emotion kept expanding.

Then, amidst the ruins, the lifelike "Xuanqing" stood up...

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Divines were all influenced by fear thoughts, not to mention the recently born Ghost Clan.

Countless ghosts were trapped in fear, unable to extricate themselves.

For a moment, ghostly wails filled the western Netherworld.

Only one kind of ghost was not affected by fear but instead became more spirited.

That was the cowardly ghosts who live in fear daily.

Seeing companions around suddenly start trembling, becoming panic-stricken, cowardly ghosts felt quite happy.

"Great, everyone has become cowardly ghosts!"

"From now on, the Netherworld is the realm of us cowardly ghosts."

"Haha!!"

Under the shroud of fear emotion, the cowardly ghosts' cultivation rapidly increased.

They almost laughed into happy ghosts.

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"This Demon God's methods are quite interesting!"

After cutting down Fu Xi, Xuanqing's thoughts became quite clear, finally sealing the account of this "hanging cheat."

Looking at the void world all around, Xuanqing leisurely moved forward.

He saw the broken Netherworld.

Saw the tragic death of Taishang, Yu Chen.

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