Yiyi entered the Undead Samsara Cave.
The Ba Clan's various existences, seeing this scene, also completely settled their minds.
Everything was set in stone.
Next, the only thing they had to do was wait.
Although her Reincarnation body had returned, it was clear that Di Nv Ba would not be able to fully recover in a short period.
"When the curtain of the Black Calamity shrouds the Boundless Sea, that will be the time for our clan's Empress to return and destroy the world."
"Now, we just need to wait," Ba Race King Jiang Chen murmured to himself.
A terrifying Qi emanated from within the Undead Samsara Cave.
Vaguely, in the deepest darkness within.
It was as if a pair of noble, indifferent golden pupils, looking down on all living beings, were about to open.
...
In an unimaginably unknown place.
Here, it was a place where even ordinary Emperor Realm Experts would find it difficult to directly enter, with layers upon layers of Void Realm.
Two great rivers surged and converged here.
Those two great rivers, one black and one white, traversed the Universe Void Realm.
They were precisely the River of Extreme Yin and the River of Extreme Yang.
Where the two rivers converged was a place shrouded in misty Qi, as if Yin and Yang Taiji had evolved.
It formed an incredibly profound space.
Within it, the mountains seemed to be carved from suet jade, and ancient trees, with emerald leaves, were like jade carvings.
Among the mountains were spiritual birds and beasts, all rare and exotic species.
Immortal mist was hazy, and divine radiance intertwined, as if it were a dwelling of immortals.
And deep within this profound space, a faint flute sound drifted out.
The flute sound even seemed to materialize into actual Dao, evolving into all phenomena of living beings.
This was an extremely astonishing sight.
A wisp of flute sound transforming into all living beings—what Realm level was this?
And tracing the Source of the flute sound, one would see.
A hazy figure, seated cross-legged amidst a misty glow.
Every breath he took seemed to be in harmony with the Great Dao.
Where he sat, a river flowed past.
But it was not the previously mentioned River of Extreme Yin and River of Extreme Yang.
Within it, countless living beings seemed to rise and fall, as if it were the River of Time!
This hazy figure, seated upon the River of Time, played the flute faintly, his demeanor peerless, transcending the mundane world!
Although the light and mist were hazy, making it impossible to clearly see the true form of this figure.
One could vaguely see.
That simple Daoist robe.
His white hair slightly raised.
His face was also hazy, yet it could not conceal his transcendent and ethereal quality; he looked vaguely young, perhaps only in his thirties, but clearly, this was merely his outward appearance.
If one could glimpse his true appearance, he would be called peerlessly handsome.
This transcendent figure played the flute.
The flute sound transformed into True Dragons, Divine Phoenixes, Qilins, Black Tortoises, and even all living beings, and the Great Dao.
But at a certain moment, the flute sound abruptly stopped!
The transcendent man in the white-haired Daoist robe put down his bamboo flute, his gaze incredibly profound, as if all causes and effects, all beginnings and endings, were evolving within his eyes.
"The Disaster Clan has gone too far…"
A magnetic voice rang out, like the sound of the Great Dao, causing the entire space to tremble, the Dao sound rumbling!
The white-haired man rose, and the hazy River of Time beneath his feet churned, splashing up waves.
And at this moment, he looked in another direction.
"Oh… she…"
"Indeed, this Karma cannot be undone."
"Since that's the case, what if I lend you a hand?"
The white-haired man murmured to himself, taking a step.
Instantly, space folded.
It wasn't that he traversed space, but rather that space actively folded and compressed beneath his feet!
Shrinking the ground into an inch!
This was not a mere figure of speech, but truly shrinking the ground into an inch!
Billions of worlds, Universes, and spaces compressed and folded beneath his feet.
The white-haired man's hair slightly swayed, and his simple Daoist robe gently fluttered in the Void Realm.
Almost in an instant, his figure appeared at the junction of the Black Mist Zone and the Blood Mist Zone in the No Mans Land.
It should be known that in the Black Mist Zone, even Emperor Realm Experts had to be extremely cautious.
As for the Blood Mist deep within the Black Mist Zone, it was practically a Forbidden Ground of the Boundless Sea; without Heaven-Grade strength, entering the Blood Mist Zone meant certain death!
But the white-haired man appeared openly before the Blood Mist Zone, standing high above the Void Realm.
This area belonged to the Disaster Clan.
"Hmm?"
Just as the white-haired man appeared, from where the Blood Mist surged.
One after another, towering figures also emerged, each shrouded in hazy Qi, with no existence below the Emperor Realm.
A few deeper within had unimaginably strong auras, hidden in darkness, as if all light was swallowed, leaving only absolute darkness.
"Dao Emperor, what is the meaning of this?"
From the depths of the darkness, a hoarse voice spoke.
That was an unimaginably powerful existence of the Disaster Clan.
Such existences generally remained in long-term seclusion or slumber.
Unless a major event occurred, such as the destruction of their clan or the revival of the Black Calamity, they would generally not appear.
What was even more startling was the title used by this existence.
This white-haired Daoist-robed man was none other than the Dao Emperor of the Three Purities Dao Gate, an existence that could be called a legend!
In the Boundless Sea, the name of the Dao Emperor, while not as widely known as the Three Emperors to even three-year-olds, was absolutely renowned.
He had single-handedly annihilated the trouble-making Fighting Heaven War Emperor.
After the Demonic Lord's rebellion, he was the only one of the Three Teachings' founders who continued to exist in the world.
His legends were numerous.
However, the world only revered him by his title of Dao Emperor; no one knew his true name.
Now, with the Dao Emperor's arrival at the Disaster Clan, even the Disaster Clan felt a sense of solemnity.
"I merely came to visit your home."
The Dao Emperor did not possess the supreme majesty one might imagine; instead, his tone was calm, as if speaking of everyday matters.
But this, on the contrary, left the Disaster Clan's various Emperor Realm Experts somewhat bewildered.
Coming to visit the Disaster Clan's ancestral land in the Blood Mist Zone?
What kind of talk was that?
Looking across the Boundless Sea, how many people were qualified to visit here?
"What, am I not welcome?"
The Dao Emperor's figure remained hazy, enveloped in the light of the Great Dao.
His tone carried a hint of playfulness, and heaven and earth rumbled, shaking because of him.
"Dao Emperor, if you leave now, it can be as if nothing happened…"
The existence deep within the Disaster Clan said.
"Heh… Fellow Daoist Wu Zhong also visited here back then…" the Dao Emperor said indifferently.
"Hmph!"
Hearing the Dao Emperor's words, the expressions of some Emperor Realm Experts of the Disaster Clan all sank.
This was a past they did not wish to recall.
"So what? Wu Zhong has returned to dust; are you saying you want to follow in his footsteps?" the existence deep within the Disaster Clan said coldly.
"Fellow Daoist Wu Zhong left to prevent a great calamity no less than the Annihilation Black Calamity."
"If he hadn't left, would you be so arrogant today?" the Dao Emperor said.
"So what? Only those who are alive are qualified to discuss everything."
"Or are you saying you want to inherit Wu Zhong's will and prevent the Annihilation Black Calamity?" the existence deep within the Disaster Clan said.
"Hehe…"
The Dao Emperor smiled slightly, then said, "Destiny is not with me."
"Then leave," the existence deep within the Disaster Clan said.
Hearing this, the Dao Emperor flicked the bamboo flute in his hand.
The next moment, the bamboo flute transformed into a sharp sword whose edge could cut through the sky.
The sword was three feet long, with green lotus patterns floating on its surface, exuding a transcendent immortal charm while also being exceptionally sharp.
The Dao Emperor swept his sword horizontally, splitting heaven and earth, churning Chaos, shaking the Universe, like Pangu opening the heavens, separating Yin and Yang!
"Dao Emperor, how dare you!"
The existence deep within the Disaster Clan was utterly enraged!