Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

An amethyst figure, sculpted-like, towered high upon the gigantic White Bone Throne, clutching a massive shark fin with red and white flesh at the break, which he then tossed behind him like trash onto the back of a Corpse Giant.

This was a massive Corpse Giant, towering over three thousand meters tall, its body stacked with either crimson or ghastly pale flesh and various colorful oddities, resembling a crudely made giant rag doll.

On the chest of the Corpse Giant, a stele-sized dark purple Token flickered with a dim halo.

A cyclone, storm-like, enveloped the Corpse Giant, emanating an aura so terrifying it was even stronger than the Old Demon Dragon who had successfully ascended to the Fifth Realm by a third.

And, like this Corpse Giant, there were three more behind the amethyst figure.

With countless spirits' bones and flesh, and the obelisk-like eerie dark purple Tokens, Asna had created three monsters as powerful as those of the Fifth Realm.

At that moment, the surface of the Western Lands had almost become uninhabited.

Only in the most secluded underground, some remnants of the Human Race were still desperately clinging to life.

They were defeated over and over, retreating faster than snow and wind.

Under the patrol of those mutated amethyst monsters, these scattered 'survival strongholds' were also diminishing one by one.

"Ah, it still takes two days to arrive, truly annoying."

Seated solemnly on the White Bone Throne, Asna pinched his brow and suddenly swept his hand behind his head, then uttered,

"Crystal slave, those ignorant fools work too slowly, they even missed so many little mice."

"Although their spiritual nature is scant, when gathered together, it's still considerable."

"Waste is not a virtue of mine, Asna."

The amethyst figure pressed down with a large hand, yet his lips curled into an elegant smile.

"You all, go and wipe out those little mice underground for me!"

As he finished speaking, a crimson light flashed in the eyes of the three Corpse Giants behind Asna.

Between the expansive heaven and earth, the three mountain-like Corpse Giants knelt on one knee towards the relatively tiny White Bone Throne, performed an odd chest salute, then broke through space and charged towards the distant horizon.

A red light flashed in the eyes of one Corpse Giant, underwater in a deep cave refuge, a little girl carefully licked a moldy sweet potato, but suddenly the cave ceiling above her collapsed like ingots of steel, solidifying.

A massive footprint appeared abruptly on the earth.

Tiny glistening specks of light instantly rose from the ground, sucked into the dark purple Obelisk on the chest of the Corpse Giant.

After completing all this, the Corpse Giant continued to fly escape across the boundless earth.

"Ah, the wind is rising."

On the White Bone Throne, Asna straightened up, opened his amethyst palm, watching the Heavenly Wind and Rain fiercely approaching him over the sea, and clapped his hands together as if dusting off a scroll, instantly shattering and dissipating the Heavenly Wind and Rain.

"Quite interesting, are you angry?"

"Indeed, a strange world."

"But it does not matter, once I've completely harvested this world's spiritual essence, you all will truly—fall, hahaha!"

Asna suddenly burst into a mad laughter, rocking back and forth, his eyes flashing with cruelty and delight.

While the Western Lands were still braving the waves, quickly approaching the lands of the Eastern and Central Continent.

At that moment, at the bottom of a great river, water flowing noisily.

A mysterious woman wearing a Peach Blossom Mask slowly emerged from the riverbed.

Her posture was free and easy, her mask brimming with an irresistible smile.

With her steps, the river water split abruptly, daring not to exceed its bounds.

Under the embroidered shoes of the woman with the Peach Blossom Mask, ephemeral peach blossoms supported her body, appearing with each step and disappearing after she tread.

Yuan Jun's fine hair cascaded down, with a single stubborn strand pointing straight to the sky, while a series of illusionary peach blossom light bands wrapped around her Cultivation Body.

The scene was brighter than Tao Yao, her delicate blue lightly brushed the tips of her willow eyebrows!

The woman with the Peach Blossom Mask stepped out of the river, crouched by the river and took off the mask on her face, reflecting her stunningly cold and beautiful face upon the clear river surface.

On the beauty's forehead, a peach blossom mark shimmered brilliantly, particularly catching the eye.

But the smile now curving her lips, no matter how one looked at it, seemed rather silly, undermining her overall aura, sustained solely by her face value.

"Hehehe, Xiao Lang, Yuan Jun possesses the Nine Great Void Secret Treasures, and now she remembers all six Paths Secret Treasures that have been activated, and I have a premonition that once I fully control the surging strength within and continuously refine my Cultivation Body, the remaining three will gradually be remembered."

"Unveiling the previous six Paths Secret Treasures already put Yuan Jun in such a state, the last three will certainly be extraordinary. A hundred years is absolutely enough for Yuan Jun to push her cultivation to an unimaginable realm."

"Xiao Lang, oh Xiao Lang, a hundred year pact, what do you have to contend with Yuan Jun!"

"No, I want you to witness Yuan Jun's Astonishing Wisdom now, to infuriate you, you disrespectful little wolf cub!"

"I will show you what it means! Things are different now!"

Reminded of some unpleasant memories, Yuan Jun furiously stood up, her overwhelmingly powerful aura immediately sweeping out.

Rising to the height of 1.4 Old Demon Dragons.

Swoosh~

Yuan Jun stood tall and proud, her figure flickering repeatedly, looking towards the White Cloud retreating furiously behind her, as she turned into a Streaming Light, madly rushing towards Yi Chen's location at Falling Dragon Mountain.