Endless Demonic Qi was ascending around him, and within the space he occupied, all space and time shattered and came to a halt.
Thunderous explosions were heard throughout the world, and the creatures below scurried about like headless ants.
The man gazed down upon all living beings, a mocking smile on his lips.
With a casual lift of his hand, myriad strands of Demonic Qi wrapped around him, and an immensely vast continent was instantly sunk to the bottom of the sea.
Everything in this world seemed to be merely a toy in the man’s hands, and the creatures in his eyes were nothing more than insignificant ants.
Blood rain began to fall from the sky, living beings were in dire straits, and all things wailed, trembling under the man’s might.
Someone ran past Jiang Mochou. Jiang wanted to stop him but found that his hand passed right through the man’s body—they weren’t in the same space at all.
"This is but a recorded mirage," the Void Elder sighed, "To be precise, this scene took place a very long time ago."
Hearing the Void Elder’s words, Jiang Mochou fell silent, turning his head to gaze upon this piece of heaven and earth.
The land was full of scars, and the blood of living beings flowed like rivers.
That man, he treated the entire world as if it was a game he was playing.
He had control over the life and death of all living beings, and everything changed with the man’s joys and angers.
"Damn it," someone crawled out of a pool of blood, screaming in agony towards the sky.
Men, women, the elderly, children—all became mere bones beneath the man’s feet.
Life was as fragile as grass, and this state of affairs persisted for a long time.
Eventually, at the brink of survival, all the remaining creatures of the continent gathered together to form the Anti-Demon King Alliance.
The battle of the Alliance lasted nearly ten thousand years. After countless brushes with death, the living beings finally sealed the Demon King.
However, after the Demon King was sealed, contradictions erupted within the Alliance members who claimed to have saved the world.
Discontent arose over the allocation of credit, territory, and power, and eventually, the Alliance fell apart.
These "heroes" who once sealed the Demon King began a new round of war amongst themselves.
In the great battle against the Demon King, this world had already shattered, teetering on the brink of destruction.
Now with new gunpowder smoke rising, the world could no longer withstand the blows... and was destroyed.
Heaven and earth began a new cycle, the old Epoch perished, and a new one was brewing.
After everything had evolved within the mirage, Jiang Mochou’s consciousness returned to reality.
"Why did you show me these?" Jiang Mochou asked curiously, "Isn’t it over?"
"No, the Demon King is not dead. The disaster of the past will come again," said the Void Elder.
"Do you want me to eliminate the Demon King?" Jiang Mochou asked.
"Not just you. You are but one part of it," the Void Elder said.
"Why me?" Jiang Mochou squinted and asked.
"I merely sensed the existence of the Third Battle Body. As long as one can obtain the Third Battle Body, they are qualified," the Void Elder said flatly.
Jiang Mochou was silent for a moment, then asked, "Where is the Demon King now?"
"The Demon King has not yet been born," said the Void Elder, "I am merely taking precautions. When that day truly arrives, it will be up to you."
"Why not find the Demon King now and eliminate him before he grows up?" Jiang Mochou asked, puzzled.
"In fact, I’ve long known who the Demon King is, but alas, I can neither take action nor reveal this news," the Void Elder sighed, "These are the rules; I cannot break them. You will understand later."
Hearing the words of the Void Elder, Jiang Mochou remained silent for quite some time, showing no sign of speaking.
"I know this is somewhat significant for you, so you can take your time to consider it," the Void Elder said with a smile.
Jiang Mochou silently nodded, then turned around and walked into the small thatched cottage.
The Void Elder looked at Jiang Mochou’s departing figure and lifted his head to gaze at the azure firmament, murmuring to himself.
"The Demon King descends, the celestial blood arrives, oh endless Cang Tian, what care you for my heart."
The Void Elder turned and walked toward the foot of the Immortal Mountain, stepping out as Spiritual Energy surged around him, his figure disappearing in the vast white mist.
At the base of the Immortal Mountain, the terrain was steep, the landslide sheer and straight.
Beyond the boundless ocean, there stood the massive Immortal Mountain.
Though the mountain was majestic and imposing, its prolonged view inevitably became somewhat dull and tedious.
In front of a massive boulder at the foot of the mountain, a man sat cross-legged, his long hair atop his head now completely white.
The man’s gaze was deep and boundless as he meditated in his seated position.
Suddenly, the space in front of him began to ripple, and the Void Elder stepped out of thin air, appearing before the man.
The man’s brows furrowed slightly as he glanced at the Void Elder and then continued to meditate with his eyes closed.
"I know you harbor resentment in your heart," said the Void Elder with a smile, "but if you want to leave this place, there is an opportunity right now."
The man slightly raised his head, his eyes bursting with an infinite spear intent as he gazed intently at the Void Elder, remaining silent for a long while.
"I will let you leave the Endless Immortal Mountain, but in return, you must find someone for me in the outside world," the Void Elder said with a smile.
"Who?" the man asked softly.
"The inheritor of the second Battle Body," replied the Void Elder.
"The second Battle Body?" The man was taken aback and then inquired, "Where do I search?"
"I don’t know either, but you have a hundred years. If you can’t find them within a hundred years, you’ll be imprisoned in the Endless Immortal Mountain forever."
As the Void Elder’s words fell, his figure had already disappeared from there.
The man looked into the profound void, his expression struggling as he seemed to recall something.
He had been imprisoned on the Endless Immortal Mountain for a hundred years now.
He remembered how once he had been full of pride and ambition.
Though a Loose Cultivator, he had achieved greatness later in life, making some reputation for himself in the Central Continent.
Late on, he heard that within the Endless Heaven Sea, there was an Endless Immortal Mountain.
It was one of the Ten Great Forbidden Lands, said to be incredibly perilous, but also home to Immortals.
If he could gain the appreciation of an Immortal, his future potential would be immeasurable.
Knowing all too well the hardship of a Loose Cultivator, he willingly entered the Endless Immortal Mountain for that glimmer of hope on the path of ascension.
Unfortunately, reality did not meet his wishes; he saw the Immortal Mountain and met the Immortals.
Yet he failed to earn their recognition, no matter how desperately he pleaded, to no avail.
As an intruder who blundered into the Immortal Mountain, he had been imprisoned at its base, and a hundred years had passed in the blink of an eye.
The man remained silent for a long while as a path through the fog in front of him opened up on its own.
He walked on air, the imposing energy of the Emperor Pulse Realm majestic and reaching, gradually distancing himself from the Endless Immortal Mountain and leaving.