Yiyi entered the Netherworld Rebirth Cave.
The Chi clan, seeing this scene, also completely calmed their minds.
Everything is predetermined.
Next, all they had to do was wait.
Although the reincarnation of Di Nü Zhuo is back, it is clear that in a short time, she will not be able to fully recover.
When the curtain of Calamity descends upon the Realm Sea, it shall be the time when my Empress returns to bring about annihilation.
"Now, we just have to wait," Jiang Ziya muttered.
Within the Immortal Reincarnation Cave, a terrifying aura emanated.
In the depths of its darkest recesses, there seems to be a pair of noble and aloof golden eyes, about to open.
In an unimaginable, unknown realm. Here, it's a place even ordinary emperors would find difficult to directly enter, with layers upon layers of the void.
There are two great rivers, here they rush and converge. Those two rivers, one black and one white, run across the universe void.
It was indeed the River of Taiyin and the River of Sol. Where the two rivers converged, it was a place shrouded in an enigmatic aura, as if the Yin-Yang Taiji had been born from it.
It formed an indescribably mysterious space. Within it, the mountains seemed to be carved from jade, and ancient trees with emerald leaves resembled jade carvings.
In the mountains, there are spiritual birds and beasts, all rare and exotic species.
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And deep within this mystical space, a haunting flute melody drifted through the air.
That flute music, even seemed to transform into a tangible Tao, giving rise to myriad living beings.
This is an extremely astonishing sight.
A single note of the flute transforming all beings, what level of realm is this?
And tracing the source of the flute music, one would see...A hazy figure, seated cross-legged in a veil of shimmering mist.
One breath in, one breath out, as if in harmony with the Tao.
In his meditative place, a river flowed. But it was not the River of Taiyin and Yangsun of old. Within it, countless beings seemed to ebb and flow, as if it were the River of Time itself!
This hazy figure, sitting on the river of time, plays a flute softly, its demeanor is peerless and beyond worldly concerns!
Although the light and shadow were hazy, obscuring its true form, one could still make out the figure.
But it can also be faintly seen. That plain Taoist robe. White hair fluttering slightly.
The face was also hazy, but it was hard to hide that air of transcendence. It seemed very young, perhaps only in her thirties, but obviously that was just the appearance.
If one could glimpse his true appearance, he would be known as peerlessly handsome. This aloof figure plays the flute.
The sound of the flute transforms into a true dragon, a divine phoenix, a qilin, a black tortoise, and even transforms into all living beings, transforming into the Dao.
But at one moment, the flute music abruptly stopped!
A man in white robes, with a long beard and wearing Taoist attire, set down his bamboo flute. His gaze was profound to the extreme, as if all of creation's beginnings and endings were unfolding within his eyes.
"The Orc tribe, they passed by······ "
A magnetic voice sounded, as if it were the Heavenly Sound of the Dao, causing the entire space to tremble. The Dao sound rumbled!
The white-haired man rose, the hazy river of time beneath his feet churning and splashing.
And at that moment, he looked in another direction.
"Eh... She..."
"As expected, this unbreakable cause and effect."
"Well then, why not lend you a hand?" the white-haired man muttered to himself, taking a step.
In an instant, space folded.
It wasn't that he crossed space, but that space actively folded and compressed beneath his feet!
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This is not just a figure of speech, it's literally shrinking the distance!
A myriad of worlds, the universe, space, compressed and folded beneath his feet.
A white-haired man, his hair slightly raised, wore a simple Taoist robe that swayed gently in the air.
In almost a blink of an eye, his figure appeared at the intersection between the desolate black fog zone and the crimson blood fog zone.
Remember, in the Black Mist Zone, even Emperors must be cautious.

As for the blood in the depths of the smog zone <<<
The mist, even more so, is a forbidden zone in the world. If you don't have peak-level strength, entering the Blood Mist Zone means certain death!
But the white-haired man appeared so brazenly in front of the blood mist zone, standing high above in the void.
This area belongs to the Oirat people.
"Huh?"
Just as the white-haired man appeared, the blood mist churned.
One by one, towering figures emerged, their auras shrouded in mist. There were none below the Emperor Realm.
At even deeper levels, the aura was so intense it was unimaginable. It lurked in darkness, as if swallowing all light and leaving behind only absolute blackness.
"Emperor, what do you mean by this?"
In the depths of darkness, a raspy voice spoke.
That was an unimaginable, ultimate being of the Erace.
Such beings generally remain in a state of secluded slumber for extended periods.
Unless something major happens, such as a genocide or the resurgence of the Black Disaster, they generally wouldn't appear.
But more chilling, was the name by which this being was known.
This white-haired, robed man was none other than Dao Huang, the Emperor of the Three Purities Sect, a legendary figure!
On the boundless sea, the name of the Tao Emperor is known throughout the land. While not as renowned as the Three Sovereigns, even a three-year-old child knows it. His reputation resounds far and wide.
With a single palm strike, he obliterated the chaotic Dou Tian War Emperor. After the Demon Monarch's Uprising, he was the only one among the Three Teachings' founders who remained in this world.
His legend, there are too many to tell.
But, people only revere his title Dao Huang, no one knows his true name.
Currently, Dao Huang has arrived in the Orc Tribe. Even the Orcs themselves feel some weight to the situation.
It's just a visit to your place.
The Emperor Dao, was not as majestic and awe-inspiring as one might imagine. Instead, his tone was calm and gentle, almost like he was speaking in everyday conversation when he uttered this phrase.
But this, on the contrary, left the emperors of the U people somewhat dumbfounded.
Want to take a seat in the ancestral lands of the Blood Mist Clan? What kind of talk is this?
Looking out at the boundless sea, how many people are truly qualified to sit here?
"What, not welcome?"
The Taoist Emperor's figure remained hazy, enveloped by the radiant glow of the Great Dao.
His tone held a hint of playfulness, the heavens and earth trembling in response to his presence.
"Your Majesty, it's best to leave now. Act as if nothing has happened."
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"Well now, even Wu Zhun, my old friend, once strolled these grounds." Dao Huang said calmly.
"Humph!"
Hearing these words from Dao Huang, some of the Emperor Realm powerhouses from the E clan's faces fell.
This is their past they do not want to remember.
"So what? All things must return to dust. Dust returns to earth. Or do you wish to follow in his footsteps?" The being from the depths of the Orc tribe spoke with a chillingly cold voice.
"The Wu-End Daoist friend left to prevent a calamity that would be no less than the Black Disaster of Annihilation."
"If he had not left, you might be so arrogant today?" Dao Huang said.
"So what, only the living are qualified to talk about everything."
Or are you seeking to inherit Wu-Zhong's will and prevent the calamity of Annihilation? the being from within the depths of the Erc said.
"hehe..."
The Dao Emperor smiled faintly, then said, "Heaven's Mandate is not mine."
"Then depart." The being from the depths of the Orc race said.
When Dao Huang heard this, the bamboo flute in his hand flickered.
In the next moment, the bamboo flute transformed into a razor-sharp sword that slashed through the heavens.
The sword is three feet long, with a pattern of blue lotuses on its surface. It exudes an otherworldly elegance while also being incredibly sharp and powerful.
The Dao Emperor drew his sword across the heavens, splitting them asunder. Chaos surged and the universe trembled, like Pangu opening the sky, dividing yin and yang!
"Emperor Dao, you are being presumptuous!"
The existence deep within the orc race is furious!
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