Chapter 980: Reincarnation of Heaven and Earth
"Nothing more than that!"

With a wave of his hand, he killed a Taoist master. The Sword-Devouring Ancestor smiled arrogantly. His treasure did not disappoint him. In fact, his white shovel was the best in the world in terms of sharpness, and it could even be ranked among the best in all the heavens and worlds.

After testing the details and limits of Xuan Huang Dao Qi, the Sword Devouring Ancestor calmed down from his originally panicked expression. He waved the precious shovel in his hand and shouted, "Who's next? Want to take advantage of this opportunity to suppress me? Wishful thinking!"

Seeing that no one showed any sign of retreating, after all, if they retreated, they might lose this rare opportunity to transcend in a thousand years, so even the cultivators with the lowest cultivation did not retreat, which made the Sword-Devouring Ancestor very ferocious.

"Very good, it seems that I haven't killed enough!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he left a dark shadow and rushed into the crowd in an instant.

Chi chi chi...!
Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking air. The white shovel was dancing with the Sword-Eating Ancestor. Every time it chopped down, hundreds of cultivators were cut in half and their true spirits were gone. This was just for those powerful people. For those cultivators who were not even immortals or gods, the sword intent of domination emanating from the shovel was enough to shatter the true spirits of countless people!

The huge gap between cultivation and realm led to this incredible scene. Upon seeing this, the Sword-Devouring Ancestor fully demonstrated his mastery of swordsmanship. A sword shadow that reached the sky emerged, and he stepped on a long gray-black river of swordsmanship that passed through the sky, washing away the mastery of swordsmanship like a raging tide.

In just a moment, thousands of cultivators who had yet to achieve immortality had their spirits wiped out by the sword intent and fell from the clouds. For a moment, corpses rained down across the boundless wilderness!
"You are all ants, yet you dare to try to get a chance to transcend. You really don't know how to live or die. It's your luck that you died in my hands!"

But no one thinks this is lucky. Most of the hundreds of millions of cultivators gathered from the thirty-six states have not yet achieved the status of immortals or have just achieved the status of celestial immortals. With such levels of cultivation, facing the sword intent of the Sword-Devouring Ancestor who is at the level of establishing the Dao with One Sword, the Sword-Devouring Ancestor does not even need to take action. The power of the sword intent alone is enough to crush them to death.

"Run away!"

Seeing the corpses falling like rain onto the boundless and desolate land, billions of cultivators from the Thirty-Six States were terrified and all flew backwards like crazy. Countless people even cursed Zhang Qian. If it weren't for Zhang Qian's Xuanhuang Pagoda showing an invincible defense, which gave these cultivators inexplicable confidence, they might not have rushed forward so far.

But they were blinded by their own luck, and who could they blame? Billions of cultivators in the Thirty-Six States, regardless of their level of cultivation, were attracted by the opportunity to transcend, and they all forgot that although this opportunity was good, it was not something they could covet.

Under the secret influence of the great calamity, they still came, as if they had forgotten how powerful the Sword-Devouring Ancestor was.

"Don't run! You're courting death!"

Pan Huang's majestic voice rang out, trying to stop the chaotic crowd, but it was useless. However, these cultivators flew all the way backwards, forgetting that there was a Tiandao Sect waiting for them behind them with a covetous eye.

The Tiandao Sect's repeated attacks on the defenses of the Xuanhuang Pagoda were all in vain. All the cultivators from the Thirty-Six States were protected by Zhang Qian, leaving him helpless. Just as he was gradually preparing himself to accept failure again, he did not expect that the cultivators from the Thirty-Six States ran out on their own.

The Tiandao Sect took a quick look and immediately saw that on the other side of the endless crowd of cultivators, the Sword-Devouring Ancestor was waving his precious shovel and stepping on the long river of swords to kill people. He immediately understood.

"Want to run? Where can you run to?"

In the blink of an eye, countless cultivators were frightened by the Sword-Devouring Ancestor and ran out of the coverage of the Xuanhuang Pagoda. Panic will spread, and the more it spreads, the greater the panic will be. With so many cultivators retreating, the result is that many cultivators who do not understand the situation at all also fled backwards.

hum!
A buzzing sound rang out between heaven and earth, as if time and space had frozen for a moment. After this freeze, half of the boundless wilderness darkened for a moment, but it was the millions of black spear beams fired by the Tiandao Sect that obscured the brilliance of the sun. After this wave of spear beams fell, all the monks who ran out of the coverage of the pagoda turned into ashes, and everything they had returned to heaven and earth. In fact, because so many monks died at once, after these monks died, when they returned to heaven and earth, rich and unparalleled spiritual energy appeared, clouds of spiritual energy appeared, and spiritual energy rained down.

Every cultivator absorbs spiritual energy from heaven and earth when practicing, and even absorbs it every moment. The higher the cultivator's cultivation level, the more terrifying the power contained in their body. Once they die, this power will turn back into spiritual energy from heaven and earth and return to the world. This is common knowledge in all the heavens and worlds.

With so many monks dying together, too much spiritual energy returned to the world, which directly gathered into clouds. Countless spiritual clouds merged together, and the spiritual energy rain that was a drizzle at first instantly expanded and turned into a pouring rain.

Every drop of rain was liquefied spiritual energy of heaven and earth. The boundless and dense jungle endured the torrential rain of spiritual energy falling from the sky. Every blade of grass and every tree began to grow like crazy, emitting terrifying vitality.

This scene truly demonstrated to everyone what the cycle of heaven and earth is, what it means for one thing to rise while another falls. The death of hundreds of millions of monks resulted in the flourishing growth of countless flowers, plants and trees in the boundless wilderness. The cycle of cause and effect was fully revealed at this moment.

But countless monks saw this and felt a chill all over their bodies, filled with immense regret.

"Don't push it, Tiandao Sect, be careful of Tiandao Sect!"

Those monks who had not yet flown out of the coverage of the pagoda shouted loudly, but their voices could not be heard far in the chaotic situation.

Powerful men like Zhang Qian and Pan Huang sensed that the whole world was different and had undergone subtle changes the moment the Tiandao Sect wiped out hundreds of millions of cultivators in one fell swoop. At that time, there was an increase in the world's foundation, which was a good thing. The increase in the world's foundation would one day allow the world to grow.

But now it is something that shocks everyone.

Because if the Tiandao Sect continues to kill like this, the foundation of this world will continue to increase rapidly, and eventually reach the point of forced promotion, ushering in a catastrophe of destruction after failure.

"I should have let the Sword Devouring Ancestor transcend on his own. The current situation..."

Zhang Qian felt vaguely regretful and even a little remorseful. It was not an exaggeration to say that he was the one who had led this scene. Now he didn't know what to do. There were billions of cultivators in such chaos, and no one could calm them down. Pan Huang was nominally the emperor of the human race, but it was useless for him to shout. Everyone was frightened almost crazy by the two killing gods in front and behind, and they all flew around like headless flies. If they stayed under the protection of the Xuanhuang Pagoda, they would be killed by the Sword-Devouring Ancestor, and if they flew out, they would be annihilated by the Tiandao Sect. Both ways were dead ends.

Under this situation, everyone had a lucky hope that something would happen again.

In desperation, everyone had the same thought, that is, if they stayed here they would definitely be killed by the Sword-Devouring Ancestor, and if they flew out they might have a chance to survive. No matter how powerful the Tiandao Sect was, they could not kill people from all directions at the same time.

Once the mentality of hoping for luck emerged, more monks flew out.

As for staying within the protection range of the pagoda? The Sword Devouring Ancestor's treasured shovel could easily break through the defense of Xuanhuang Dao Qi, and the invincible Domination Sword Dao could destroy countless cultivators' true spirits with just a sweep. Who would dare to stay?

(End of this chapter)