The place of origin, the origin river flows quietly, Chen Sheng sits cross-legged at the fortune node of the river branch, surrounded by a luminous aura that weaves between reality and illusion.

He flicks his fingertips lightly, imitating the trajectory of the Cosmos-opening by the Tribulation Crossing Daoist Monarch.

Each movement causes ripples in the river, countless origin light points merge into his yin spirit, making his control over Dao Domain increasingly harmonious.

In this enlightenment, although his aura has not surged, it carries a profound artistic conception of "the heavens and I are of the same root".

That day, the origin river suddenly surged with monstrous waves, the previously gentle origin light points became restless and uneasy, countless fine cracks appeared on the river’s surface.

Chen Sheng opened his eyes, fortune secret techniques flowed in his gaze, instantly penetrating the origin barrier, revealing the outside scenes.

Between heaven and earth, countless golden threads of fortune converge like rivers to the sea, condensing above Jiuxiao into an immense golden bridge spanning a million miles.

The body of the bridge flows with resplendent heavenly might, each bridge brick reflecting the phantom shadow of the Immortal Realm’s palaces, seemingly directly connecting to the celestial court above the nine heavens.

"Buzz—"

The golden bridge trembles, one awe-striking figure after another emerges from the other end of the bridge.

Leading them is a robust figure, clad in dark thunder-patterned battle armor, towering like a mountain, wielding a twelve-foot Thunder God Hammer, its head surrounded by purple Jiuxiao divine thunder, each step on the golden bridge causing a muffled thunderclap to resound between heaven and earth.

It is none other than Lei Zhao Celestial General, ordered to descend to the Lower Realm!

Behind him, three thousand Golden Armor Celestial Soldiers march in formation, the sound of steel clashing crisp as a bell, merging into the deafening sound of golden spears.

At the moment the entire team descends, golden light fills the sky, illuminating the dark world brilliantly, countless figures hover above the firmament, appearing like gods and demons descending to the mortal realm, with immense might.

The origin of this realm had long sensed the invasion of foreign enemies, furiously rioting, dense Power of Origin surged from the depths of the earth, pressing towards Lei Zhao Celestial General.

Yet the golden light of fortune around Lei Zhao Celestial General suddenly surged, like an indestructible shield, blocking all the origin pressure.

Even with the origin exerting its full strength, it merely suppressed Lei Zhao Celestial General’s Heavenly Immortal aura by thirty percent; he snorted coldly:

"Hmph, the will of the Lower Realm’s origin, it shall be completely suppressed sooner or later!"

...

With the descension of the Celestial soldiers and generals, the riot of the origin reached its zenith.

Above the firmament, clouds rolled, countless purple thunderbolts recklessly struck down, slicing the void into fine cracks.

On the earth, one silent volcano after another erupted violently, scorching lava spread like rivers, devouring mountains, streams, and vegetation along the way.

Moreover, countless mountain ranges collapsed, the earth cracked into abysses thousands of meters deep, countless living beings screamed and fled amidst the disaster.

Heaven and earth turned dark, the sun and moon vanished, the entire world plunged into an apocalyptic scene.

Cultivators deep underground peered through the Mountain Protection Array at this scene, all horrified beyond words.

A white-haired elder spoke tremblingly, his voice carrying a sobbing tone:

"How can... how can there be such a large number of immortals descending to the world!!"

"Could it be, this is the end of the world?"

Above the firmament, Lei Zhao Celestial General gazed at the panic-stricken masses below, the corner of his mouth curled into a cold, proud arc.

He raised the Thunder God Battle Hammer in his hand, suddenly sounding it towards the earth—"Boom!" The hammer’s sound like a thunderbolt from the nine heavens, echoing throughout the entire world, all clamors instantly silenced.

Everyone instinctively looked up at the firmament.

Lei Zhao Celestial General’s voice carried the might of a Heavenly Immortal, vast as a bell, resounding throughout heaven and earth:

"I, Lei Zhao Celestial General of Heaven, in accordance with the decree of Jiuyou Immortal Monarch, descend to the Lower Realm to exterminate the rebellious Zhang Ling and his followers, root them out completely, leave none behind!"

The core disciples of the Sword Alliance gathered on Sword Heart Cliff, gazing at the forest-like immortal shadows above the firmament, their faces ashen as paper:

"Sword Lord! What exactly did you do to provoke the descent of celestial generals!"

In their eyes, Lei Zhao Celestial General was like heavenly punishment hovering overhead, just the aura alone was enough to drive them into despair.

Not to mention the three thousand advancing celestial soldiers, each an elite, even the weakest had True Immortal Cultivation Late Stage, any one of them could suppress the Lower Realm.

Countless Sword Alliance cultivators’ eyes turned lifeless, their faces filled with despair:

"Disaster has arrived, completely finished!"

In Zhongzhou, Youzhou, and other places, sects across the regions were even more panic-stricken, those affiliated forces, though not directly under Sword Alliance, adhering to the Sword Order, now felt like sitting on pins and needles.

The current Sect Leader of Southern Border Ten Thousand Gu Sect looked at the golden light above the firmament, stomped his foot hard:

"Had I known Zhang Ling could cause such trouble, I’d never have followed his Sword Order in the past!"

"Now this is great, immortals have descended to root us out, our affiliated forces are probably going to be implicated too!"

The elders within the sect exchanged glances, some advocated severing ties with Sword Alliance immediately, while others proposed escaping to other realms, plunging the entire sect into chaos.

However, amidst this atmosphere of despair, a few were engulfed in immense joy.

The remnants of the Thirteen Paths of Evil and Demons gazed at the firmament, tears streaming, howling at the sky.

A black-robed cultivator with a severed left arm laughed maniacally:

"Zhang Ling, you old scoundrel! You have finally come to this day!"

"Back then, you relied on the power of Sword Alliance to hunt us down, labeling us as demonic paths, now you’ve defied heaven and provoked the celestial soldiers, this is divine retribution!"

"Hahaha! Heaven does not forsake my holy sect!"

Another cultivator hugged the blood Gu cauldron in his arms, his eyes filled with venom and excitement:

"Once the celestial soldiers kill Zhang Ling, flatten Sword Alliance and Shi Fang sect, it will be the day we rise again! By then, this world will be ours!"

Countless demons cheered jubilantly, seventy years of pent-up resentment exploded in this moment.