Half an incense stick of time ago.

The Western Land.

An Evil God Temple stood majestically between the cracks of Chaos and Order.

The aura of evil was like an abyss, sweeping across the ten directions, transforming into rolling black clouds pressing towards the border; the malevolence was like a sword, thrusting straight into Jiuxiao, tearing the Heavenly Vault with countless blood-colored cracks.

Around the temple, millions of blood-red rays intertwined into a net, like the twilight of doomsday, covering the entire void with a vast overwhelming presence.

Within those rays contained the grievances and pain of countless living beings.

Numerous Demon God Banners wantonly danced in this blood light, their flag surfaces rustling, sounding like cries and laments, as if the Demon Gods were whispering.

On the altar, Shen Ni stood with hands behind his back, his black robe surging like the night, surrounded by shattered fragments of space and time.

He slowly opened his arms, raising his head to gaze into the endless heavens, his eyes penetrating the layers of dimensions, reaching the unspeakable shores of the void.

"Welcome, True Daoist!"

His voice was like the melody of the Great Dao, directly tracing back up the River of Space-Time, breaking through countless temporal shackles, transforming into a ripple of law that spanned past and present, reaching the land beyond reality.

Buzz—

Responding to him was a faint tremor from distant time and space.

That tremor was like the heartbeat of the Great Dao, each beat ringing like the universe's heart being struck.

Across the vast River of Time, an indescribably immense silhouette was stepping slowly along the waves of time.

The True Demon God's presence exuded an aura that transcended time and law, blurring the boundary between reality and illusion; with each step, countless tributaries of time trembled, infinite threads of causality severed and reformed.

Swish swish~~

The power of the Space-Time River evolved within this massive universe of the Western Evil God Hall, forming a brilliant tributary of the River of Time, flowing quietly through the void like a silver ribbon.

The True Demon God's form transitioned from ethereal to solid, each step shattering numerous time-space shackles, eventually completely freeing itself from the constraints of time and descending into the present world.

At the instant He touched reality, the whole world fell into silence, as if even the Great Dao held its breath at that moment.

"Thank you, Shen Ni Daoist!"

The True Demon God had followed Shen Ni's call into the Primordial reality, looking around greedily inhaling nature's spiritual energy.

"The taste of freedom!"

Beside him, the Mutual Gaze Corpse, hearing this, kindly reminded, "True Daoist, this grand formation is full of grievances and malevolence, standing on the altar you can only absorb negative energy!"

"If you want to taste freedom, you have to step forward a few paces."

Standing within the formation was the True Demon God: "..."

The enormous demon shadow wavered, transforming into a normal Daoist form, silently stepping out of the formation's range.

Only then did the True Demon God show a smile, spreading His arms and embracing freedom.

"It's great to be alive!"

In the next instant, the True Demon God revealed a ferocious expression: "Pangu damn it!"

"Didn't Pangu already die?" Xiang Gu muttered under his breath.

The True Demon God glared at him.

"Ahem ahem~~" Shen Ni coughed lightly twice, drawing the True Demon God's attention.

He stated, "True Daoist, we have summoned you here because there are matters we need your assistance with."

The True Demon God straightforwardly expressed, "You helped me regain freedom, I shall help you ward off calamities and solve difficulties."

"Whatever you need, just say and it will be done!"

Shen Ni then informed the True Demon God of the current state of the Fierce Beast Clan and their plans.

"Eliminate traitors, remove falsehoods to retain the truth, sort the heavenly secrets, anchor the future?"

After some brief thought, the True Demon God gently nodded, "That is completely feasible."

"Excellent!"

Shen Ni clapped his hands and laughed, "With Daoist's assistance, we can initiate the internal cleansing of the Fierce Beast Clan."

Besides addressing external threats, internal stability is needed too.

Otherwise, how could the Fierce Beast Clan have a bright future?

Yet, just as Shen Ni intended to rely on the True Demon God and unleash his plan.

The Dark Demon God's cry for help arrived.

Immediately following, the Buzhou battle erupted.

"They were supposed to probe the depths of the Netherworld, why did this probing suddenly shift to the Qilin Clan?"

The sudden outbreak of the battle forced Shen Ni to halt the grand cleansing operation.

"Rescue operations first!"

Shen Ni mobilized numerous Evil Gods, converging toward Buzhou Mountain.

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Simultaneously, Xuanqing issued the Taiwei Decree.

The gods flocked to the starry sky.

Luo Hou, just out of seclusion, arrived the fastest.

He wore a dark golden Star Crown, his feet tread on black shoes, clad in a deep-dark ink-cloud robe, holding a Jade Scroll, Luo Hou Divine Sword hanging at his waist, with the Taiwei Hidden Radiance Pendant trailing.

"Luo Hou Daoist, it's been a long time."

The western Venus shone brilliantly, with the Golden Bright Taibai Venerable Zhun Ti Taoist also arriving in divine attire.

He wore a red gold Star Crown, treading on Cloud Shoes, wore a White Crane and White Cloud Robe, holding a Jade Scroll, with a Geng Metal Sword at his waist, and the Taiwei Golden Jade Pendant trailing.

"Long time no see." Luo Hou's face was stern, demeanor indifferent, offering only a slight nod towards Zhun Ti as a greeting.

Zhun Ti didn't mind, he glanced around, seeing ten phantasmal figures standing in the void.

All were clad in divine attire, their majesty unmatched.

"Does anyone know what's happening over at Buzhou Mountain?" The Ancestor Dragon, Water Star Venerable, asked with a grin.

"I don't know, I just left seclusion myself." Fire Star Ying Huo Venerable Yuan Huang's words were half-truth, half-lie.

The two Supremes were happy to see the Primordial Qilin in trouble, but rescue they would.

As for whether they could endure, that depended on the Qilin Clan's destiny.

"That the meeting place was chosen at the summit of Buzhou Mountain, could the Heavenly Emperor have called us here just to watch the spectacle?" Zhen Yuanzi overlooked the Primordial Land, directly below them was the battlefield of Buzhou Mountain.

"Of course not!"

Xuanqing stood upon the space-time, his eyes lowered, like the Heavenly Dao overlooking, holding supreme majesty within impartiality.

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