Moments later, the aura of the Lord of Asuras stabilized.
The terrifying aura, which had reached the limit of ancient creation and even surpassed it by a thread, made the chaotic space unbearable, and the river of time seemed to be drying up.
Layers of blood-red radiance descended, forming an invincible domain that shook the chaos.
The terrifying killing intent, like a torrent striking the nine heavens, transformed into resplendent supreme killing runes, flowing with unparalleled truth.
At this moment, the colossal body of the Lord of Asuras, like a giant that created the heavens and earth, stood above the Milky Way, its feet treading the river of time.
Innumerable surrounding spacetime and innate beings retreated in terror, not daring to approach.
Ren Zu and Mo Zu exchanged glances, their expressions growing increasingly solemn.
"If a true battle erupts, who will be stronger remains unknown, but the Tai Chu era..."
"How can we stop it?"
They fell silent. The Lord of Asuras and Mu Changqing were both ultimate madmen, utterly unconcerned with the descent of the Tai Chu beings.
Seeing this, a wild smile tugged at Mu Changqing's lips, his eyes filled with boundless, surging battle intent.
"Fight!"
Mu Changqing roared, his form dissipating into an infinite purple flame manifestation, also standing within the chaos.
At this moment, their massive bodies dwarfed everything, with the flowing galaxies around them appearing like mere specks of light.
With a mere gesture, they brought about the birth and annihilation of countless great realms, initiating a peerless battle that transcended temporal constraints with supreme truth.
"Emperor Burial, come and fight."
The Lord of Asuras bellowed, and beside his colossal form, a blood-red saber materialized. Its blade emanated an aura like eternal ice, its projected sharpness causing countless innate beings to tremble and their hair to stand on end.
"What is there to fear?"
Mu Changqing replied calmly, his body erupting with divine radiance. In his right hand, a divine sword of order flowed forth.
It emanated auspicious signs, commanding all realms, and reverberated through history.
An immense and terrifying pressure instantly clashed. The clang of the sword and saber shattered countless galaxies and caused stars to be born and perish.
The piercing sound was deafening, unbearable for ordinary innate beings, who felt as if they faced endless dread.
Invisible forces surged backward, spacetime became chaotic, and ancient history was affected, undergoing cycles of change.
In an instant, they moved from the present to the ancient era, then crossed into the primeval age.
They fell into the river of chaotic time, even returning to the epoch of the Emperor's Fall.
As they separated after their clash, immeasurable Asura blood fiendish energy and the taboo power of burial initiated an invisible contest.
The wild, unspeakable currents caused the chaotic stars to momentarily pause.
Suddenly, another forbidden power descended.
The depths of the chaos fractured inch by inch, and black tentacles reappeared in this era.
What kind of era was that? It was filled with coldness, heartlessness, ruthlessness, and the chilling aura of death.
Ill omens, strangeness, and terror enveloped everything.
Those terrifying and colossal figures stood behind the black tentacles, wielding fearsome, supreme chaotic weapons.
Their gazes, sharp and cold, fixed upon this era.
They were like the grim reapers of the dark ages, banished to the endless river of time, drifting in the darkness, in a cold, unknown land for eons.
Now, with the terrifying battle between the Lord of Asuras and Mu Changqing, that power transcending all things had provoked a reaction from the river of time, sensing the Tai Chu era.
They, too, were on the verge of returning.
"This is bad, they have finally come."
At this moment, Ren Zu's expression was not one of panic, but rather one of calm, which was perplexing.
Mo Zu knitted his brows and looked at Ren Zu, saying:
"Why aren't you intervening? Why do you seem unconcerned about the descent of the Tai Chu era?"
"Intervene? How can we? Although your mind isn't the sharpest, you're still somewhat rational. Those two are true lunatics, lunatics who will stop at nothing."
Ren Zu sighed softly, but a fleeting, almost imperceptible hint of a strange smile flickered in his eyes.
Mo Zu nodded in slight agreement, crossing his arms and looking at the chaotic battlefield.
Since no one else cared, why should he?
Ren Zu cast a strange glance at the battlefield, then his gaze fell upon the Tai Chu era, his eyes meeting those of an unknown being across the vast expanse of time.
"So, they have descended ahead of schedule after all?"
Ren Zu murmured inwardly, then looked back at the chaotic battlefield.
He wanted to see how the Lord of Asuras and Mu Changqing would deal with the arrival of the Tai Chu era.
Mu Changqing and the Lord of Asuras naturally noticed the black tentacles of the Tai Chu era tearing through the bonds of spacetime, being drawn to descend upon this era.
The Lord of Asuras let out a cold snort, and he and Mu Changqing retreated, creating distance between them.
Then, his blood-red hair whipped wildly around him, radiating an infinite killing and fiendish aura. His gaze fixed coldly on the Tai Chu era, meeting the gazes of those immensely powerful and terrifying figures from the Tai Chu era.
"The Tai Chu taboos, in the end, are merely acquired beings created by the innate. To make you so fearful, to choose banishment, heh, a bunch of cowards."
The Lord of Asuras spoke with unparalleled dominance, his aura growing more terrifying, his gaze filled with profound disdain.
It was disdain for the innate beings, and disdain for the Tai Chu era.
He then turned to Mu Changqing and said coldly:
"Emperor Burial, continue. What fear do I have of a mere Tai Chu era?"
The Lord of Asuras's aura grew increasingly wild and terrifying, unleashing all manner of known slaughters, and he charged forward again.
Mu Changqing's expression remained unchanged. After glancing at the black tentacles of the Tai Chu era,
He held the divine sword of order, his body erupting with endless divine radiance of order, evolving into stars and universes, and with the taboo power of burial, he continued his charge.
RUMBLE!
With a colossal roar, supreme and terrifying power shattered the chaotic space.
The brilliant radiance of the galaxies and Milky Way reflected by their bodies instantly dimmed and turned to nothingness.
The sword light and saber energy tore through the eternal chaos, forming two terrifying glows of crimson and deep violet, ripping apart countless withered, ice-cold universes. Chaotic matter was instantly vaporized, leaving behind a vacuum.
As their battle raged across the infinite spacetime, the black tentacles of the Tai Chu era transformed into a dark world.
Nearly one percent of the entire Tai Chu era had descended.
However, this mere one percent was equivalent to the size of billions of galaxies.
The terrifying spectacle was something ordinary cultivators could hardly imagine.
The myriad realms, the endless expanse of stars, were like insignificant dust in the face of this one percent of the Tai Chu era's dark world.
Faint wisps of aura leaked from the Tai Chu era, crossing the boundaries of spacetime and descending upon this era.
In an instant, an endless stream of immortal spiritual energy filled the entire chaos.
That was a truly prosperous great world, a world born from the primal essence of Hongmeng.
Its vastness and the abundance of opportunities and fortunes surpassed human imagination.
It was like a part of the myriad heavens and earth, existing outside the chaos, yet vastly larger than the original myriad heavens and earth.
However, Mu Changqing and the Lord of Asuras were truly enraged and paid no heed to the fear of the myriad innate beings.
They continued their unfinished, peerless battle.