ne expected that there would be such an extraordinary young supreme being descending from the Immortal Realm.Heavenly Profound Continent, Central Forbidden Zone.This place is located at the confluence...Yiyi entered the Netherworld Rebirth Cave.

The Chi clan, seeing this scene, also completely calmed their minds.

Everything is predetermined.

Next, all they had to do was wait.

Although the reincarnation of Di Nü Zhuo is back, it is clear that in a short time, she will not be able to fully recover.

When the curtain of Calamity descends upon the Realm Sea, it shall be the time when my Empress returns to bring about annihilation.

"Now, we just have to wait," Jiang Ziya muttered.

Within the Immortal Reincarnation Cave, a terrifying aura emanated.

In the depths of its darkest recesses, there seems to be a pair of noble and aloof golden eyes, about to open.

In an unimaginable, unknown realm. Here, it's a place even ordinary emperors would find difficult to directly enter, with layers upon layers of the void.

There are two great rivers, here they rush and converge. Those two rivers, one black and one white, run across the universe void.

It was indeed the River of Taiyin and the River of Sol. Where the two rivers converged, it was a place shrouded in an enigmatic aura, as if the Yin-Yang Taiji had been born from it.

It formed an indescribably mysterious space. Within it, the mountains seemed to be carved from jade, and ancient trees with emerald leaves resembled jade carvings.

In the mountains, there are spiritual birds and beasts, all rare and exotic species.

And deep within this mystical space, a haunting flute melody drifted through the air.

That flute music, even seemed to transform into a tangible Tao, giving rise to myriad living beings.

This is an extremely astonishing sight.

A single note of the flute transforming all beings, what level of realm is this

And tracing the source of the flute music, one would see...A hazy figure, seated cross-legged in a veil of shimmering mist.

One breath in, one breath out, as if in harmony with the Tao.

In his meditative place, a river flowed. But it was not the River of Taiyin and Yangsun of old. Within it, countless beings seemed to ebb and flow, as if it were the River of Time itself!

This hazy figure, sitting on the river of time, plays a flute softly, its demeanor is peerless and beyond worldly concerns!

Although the light and shadow were hazy, obscuring its true form, one could still make out the figure.

But it can also be faintly seen. That plain Taoist robe. White hair fluttering slightly.

The face was also hazy, but it was hard to hide that air of transcendence. It seemed very young, perhaps only in her thirties, but obviously that was just the appearance.

If one could glimpse his true appearance, he would be known as peerlessly handsome. This aloof figure plays the flute.

The sound of the flute transforms into a true dragon, a divine phoenix, a qilin, a black tortoise, and even transforms into all living beings, transforming into the Dao.

But at one moment, the flute music abruptly stopped!

A man in white robes, with a long beard and wearing Taoist attire, set down his bamboo flute. His gaze was profound to the extreme, as if all of creation's beginnings and endings were unfolding within his eyes.

"The Orc tribe, they passed by······ "

A magnetic voice sounded, as if it were the Heavenly Sound of the Dao, causing the entire space to tremble. The Dao sound rumbled!

The white-haired man rose, the hazy river of time beneath his feet churning and splashing.

And at that moment, he looked in another direction.

"Eh... She..."

"As expected, this unbreakable cause and effect."

"Well then, why not lend you a hand" the white-haired man muttered to himself, taking a step.

In an instant, space folded.

It wasn't that he crossed space, but that space actively folded and compressed beneath his feet!

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This is not just a figure of speech, it's literally shrinking the distance!

A myriad of worlds, the universe, space, compressed and folded beneath his feet.

A white-haired man, his hair slightly raised, wore a simple Taoist robe that swayed gently in the air.

In almost a blink of an eye, his figure appeared at the intersection between the desolate black fog zone and the crimson blood fog zone.

Remember, in the Black Mist Zone, even Emperors must be cautious.

As for the blood in the depths of the smog zonevements reaching the realm of creation!"In my later years, I fought ten thousand battles and won every single one, never suffering a defeat!"A deafening voice echoed within Jun Xiaoyao's consciousness...