Chapter 2481 The situation is dire, but is there a path to immortality?

Just as the Five Elements Divine Thunder descended, Chaotic Divine Light also swept forth.

He will spare no effort to quell this turmoil as quickly as possible.

Every now and then, a scream would rang out. After the wailing, there would be a sudden silence.

This means that someone has perished, left this world forever, and will not be able to see the scenery of the new era, which is truly unfortunate.

The Thousand-Eyed Buddha, the Witch, the Azure Scale Saint, and others all displayed the demeanor of peak emperors, guarding the core of a formation with their own strength. Although it was quite strenuous, they were still able to hold on.

Mu Cangyan and Emperor Taiwei appeared relaxed, their breathing steady and composed.

In particular, Emperor Taiwei maintained an upright posture with his hands behind his back, making no apparent movements.

No matter how powerful the power of the robbery was, it could not have any effect on him.

Expressionless, calm and collected.

He was like a banished immortal, transcending the Great Dao and incompatible with the beings of this world.

Having emerged from seclusion after many years, his abilities are certainly much stronger than they were a million years ago.

Otherwise, why would he have gotten involved?

Mu Cangyan, who was in a central position, was both resisting the heavenly punishment and resolving the follow-up issues of the Great Dao of Immortality.

As far as he was concerned, as long as the central structure remained intact and the Primordial Mother Tree was not destroyed, nothing else mattered.

Even if some key points of the formation are breached, it will not affect the overall situation.

After all, Mu Cangyan couldn't place his hopes on others. From beginning to end, he only believed in himself.

With the help of others, the problem can be made a little easier.

"Almost there, just one last step."

Mu Cangyan faced the Primordial Mother Tree, watching its life gradually revive, his heart filled with excitement, his eyes sparkling.

In his pursuit of the ultimate path to immortality, Mu Cangyan endured countless hardships.

Today, he finally saw a glimmer of hope for victory.

Once the vitality of the Primordial Mother Tree becomes even stronger, Mu Cangyan can proceed to the next step: creating the path to immortality and touching the Great Dao of Longevity.

Eight leaves, radiating a vibrant and profound light.

The primordial power of the gods has become the source of the Primordial Mother Tree's revival; the two are closely intertwined and inseparable.

Only half an incense stick's time had passed, and the entire formation already showed signs of damage, with many participants losing their lives. The situation was extremely dire.

Everyone was at the heart of the great storm, and every moment was extremely agonizing.

Chi!

He will show no mercy to the common people; it will be another calamity.

The immeasurable cause and effect, like a giant net, locked the entire Eternal Night Ruins, causing the great formation to be squeezed by tremendous force, extremely deformed, and on the verge of collapse at any moment.

"I... have reached my limit!"

Someone's veins bulged all over his body as he gritted his teeth and uttered those words. Then, with a 'bang,' his body exploded, turning into a bloody mist.

This person had a backup plan, sending his soul to a special spiritual pearl.

The spirit pearl fell onto the platform, trembling intermittently.

Whether one survives or not depends entirely on one's own fate.

"I am not afraid of death, I only wish to ask Heaven: Is there a way to achieve immortality in this world?"

Knowing he could not escape this calamity, the emperor gripped an ice crystal longsword, shot straight into the sky, opened his mouth wide, and roared loudly, his mouth full of blood.

He had spent countless efforts traveling to the Divine Continent in pursuit of the elusive path to immortality. Now, he hadn't even seen the scenery of the path to immortality before his life was about to come to an end.

Heaven remained silent, bidding him farewell.

boom!

An invisible force of calamity surged forth, tearing him to shreds. His imperial weapon turned to dust, and his soul vanished into nothingness.

"Compared to those people, I am too weak."

Some people, on their deathbeds, thought of the figures of Emperor Taiwei and others, and felt ashamed of their own inferiority.

"When will this end?!"

This process was too agonizing. Many people exhausted all their resources, even their life force, and aged to the extreme, unable to struggle any longer.

He is the ruler of this universe. If it weren't for the barrier of the Immortal Bone Forbidden Zone, he could have wiped out most of the emperors in an instant.

The myriad punishments of heaven are never recorded in history.

Such terrifying divine punishment was beyond the ability of all races and living beings to even observe.

The projected images of the heavens were already extremely blurry.

Even Situ Lin, who created the wordless book, dared not attempt to deduce it, his face filled with fear and his body trembling.

Half an hour has passed since the divine punishment descended upon the world, and more than twenty emperors have already perished. The resources and natal imperial weapons they carried were wiped out, and any traces of them disappeared in the turmoil, as if they had never existed.

All the emperors who were still alive and located on the outer edge of the chessboard, except for Chen Qingyuan, gathered together.

The Daoist altar's seal and restrictions had long been erased by divine punishment. Everyone knew the terror of this calamity, and if they did not unite, few would survive to the end.

So, someone suggested cooperating to fight back, and the others responded one after another, gathering at a certain location.

Lu Hansheng, Ye Liujun, Rong Che, Shen Wuyun, Ji Fushuang, Gu Kong, Zhao Chan, Gongsun Rong, an empress dressed as a nun, a young man in a Taoist robe carrying a sword, and so on.

A total of twenty-one people!

In this life-or-death crisis, they must trust each other.

They worked together to create a huge protective barrier.

Cast all your spells to reinforce the barrier.

As long as the barrier remains intact, they can survive.

Speaking of Zhao Chan, she is an empress with outstanding appearance. Her strength is not very strong, and she has survived to this day thanks to a lot of luck.

"I hope the boss is alright!"

Even now, Lu Hansheng was still worried about Chen Qingyuan. After all, this was the first and last time he had ever acknowledged Chen Qingyuan as his elder brother, and he truly didn't want anything to happen to him.

Lu Hansheng contacted Chen Qingyuan many times, but never received a response.

Boom!

The tribulation returned, like a giant mountain intertwined with countless chaotic rules, descending from the sky and slamming heavily onto the shoulders of Lu Hansheng and the others, causing their bodies to suddenly sink and their protective shields to nearly collapse.

"Hold on!"

"When life and death hang in the balance, do not hide your abilities."

"Even if we are just supporting characters, we must persevere to the end. Only in this way can we possibly see even higher peaks."

The emperors gathered together, with each person only a few feet apart.

Countless runes shimmered on their bodies, and intricate Dao diagrams formed beneath their feet.

"My Qiankun Ring is damaged, and I have lost all my resources. Is there any fellow Daoist who has wine and could lend me a pot?"

A swordsman, who was addicted to alcohol, pleaded loudly.

"Take it!"

Gu Kong tossed out a wine jug.

"Thank you!"

Dao Jun grabbed the wine pot with one hand and gave Gu Kong a grateful look.

Gu Kong might not have certain precious resources. But when it comes to fine wine, bottles and jars are piled up like mountains.

The old man with the lantern, who was guarding a certain key point of the formation, had reached his limit. The lantern in his hand was shaking violently, and the flame was weak and about to go out.

"Not okay yet?"

The old man with the lantern glanced at where Mu Cangyan was, his voice hoarse and urgent, like sandstorms passing through a narrow pipe.