They could perceive it in an instant.
In the blink of an eye, several years had gone by.
In a certain Purple Bamboo Forest in the Eastern Region.
A series of booming sounds came forth.
Suddenly, three figures soared into the sky.
A vast, distant aura wildly dispersed.
The area within tens, hundreds, even hundreds of miles, was all enveloped by a terrifying aura.
"We're out, we're finally out."
Xiao Huo, Yang Bixin, and Shen Lang, the three of them laughed wildly.
Their clothes were tattered, but their eyes shone with extreme brightness.
Over a century, they had endured endless torment underground and had finally passed the test, emerging through their own strength.
And after such a long time of cultivation,
Their strength had leaped from the peak of the Ninth Realm to the Tenth Realm.
And not just the Tenth Realm but the peak of the Tenth Realm.
In the underground world,
The trio had discovered a Joint Attack Skill.
After they perfected it, their combined attack could withstand opponents from the Eleventh Realm and even the Twelfth Realm.
The three vented their emotions.
They started gathering together to discuss what to do next.
"Our current strength could dominate a region even ten thousand years ago, and if we use that secret technique, maybe even Demon Venerable Xiahou Yuan..."
Shen Lang said this but stopped short, his gaze revealing a hint of ambition.
The underground world century had been a persistent nightmare because of Demon Venerable Xiahou Yuan.
If the three of them could defeat Xiahou Yuan, no, just withstand him, or even just save their lives from him,
That nightmarish influence would completely vanish.
With their minds fulfilled, even striving for the Eleventh Realm might successfully happen.
Xiao Huo also felt slightly excited, about to ask when they would seek out Xiahou Yuan.
A deep, magnetic voice came through.
"No need to look for me..."
In an instant, the heavens and earth turned upside down, the sun and moon lost their light.
A mysterious aura filled the area for thousands of miles.
Under the shocked gazes of Xiao Huo, Yang Bixin, and Shen Lang,
A towering figure approached from the horizon, each step seeming to compress space. In just a few steps, he stood before them.
"I came by myself..."
This towering figure stopped, looking down at Xiao Huo and the others.
"Demon... Demon Venerable Xiahou Yuan..."
Xiao Huo's scalp numbed, his spirit shuddering, feeling as if the power of the Tenth Realm within him had completely succumbed to stillness.
In front of Xiahou Yuan, Xiao Huo felt he wasn't the invincible fighter of the Tenth Realm, but rather a baby, a mere ant.
"How can he be so strong..."
Shen Lang felt utterly disheartened.
The sensation Xiahou Yuan gave them now was far stronger than that of the Primordial Spirit from a century ago, by tenfold, a hundredfold.
During these hundred years,
Not only had they made significant advances,
Xiahou Yuan had also been refining his skills continuously.
Even refining at a pace much faster than theirs.
Xiao Huo opened his mouth, wanting to say something.
But then he saw Xiahou Yuan, suspended in the sky, raising his right hand toward them.
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A terrifying aura instantly began to compress.
Xiao Huo and the others suddenly spat out blood, their consciousness beginning to blur.
"Are we going to die?"
Yang Bixin slowly closed her eyes.
A cold, vast consciousness appeared silently.
Xiao Huo slowly stood up, his eyes, which had been red, now turned pure gold.
He looked up at Lin Yuan.
Though looking up, there was a sense of looking down.
As if Heaven were looking down on all creations.
"World Consciousness."
Lin Yuan withdrew his hand, placing it behind his back.
"You've finally shown yourself."