372: Chapter 372 The Ruler of the Era

The endless Void Realm was as black as ink, with only billions of stars dotting it with faint light, yet they were completely unable to dispel the deathly silence and coldness rooted deep in the bones.

An entirely pitch-black Universe Warship, hundreds of millions of feet long, sliced through the Void Realm. Countless profound runes were engraved upon its hull, flowing with a majestic aura that suppressed the cosmos, like a dormant primordial behemoth racing toward the unknown depths at a speed that tore through time and space.

On the observation deck at the highest point of the bow, four figures stood proudly. Their robes fluttered despite the lack of wind, and the aura emanating from them caused fine ripples to appear in the surrounding Void Realm, as if it might collapse at any moment.

The one in the center wore a long robe, his face ancient and majestic, his eyes as deep as the Grandmist of the Universe; he was none other than the Dominator of the Epoch, who ruled the Epoch Immortal Palace.

To his left was the World-Shaking Demon Venerable, surrounded by a surging Evil Qi. Every breath he took caused the Void Realm to tremble, as if he were about to devour all life in the world.

To the right was the Realm-Opening Demon Lord, with the Laws of space swirling around him. Dimensional rifts flickered at the slight movement of his fingertips, displaying a domineering power akin to the creation of heaven and earth.

The last person's aura was as steady as an eternal mountain; he was the Lord of Demon Suppression, who wielded the power of demon suppression. The noble righteousness flowing around him stood in stark contrast to the demonic might of the other three, yet they fused perfectly without conflict.

The Dominator of the Epoch gazed into the distance, his deep eyes seemingly piercing through the endless Void Realm to reach that legendary place where evil gathered. He said in a deep voice, "Zhen Mo."

The Lord of Demon Suppression straightened his posture and bowed respectfully. "Your subordinate is here."

"You shall stay with this 'Epoch Warship' and lead your soldiers to continue advancing toward the Abyss of Sin." The Dominator of the Epoch's voice was calm but carried an unquestionable authority. "World-Shaking, World-Opening, and I will go ahead to unify the Abyss of Sin before the Ancestor of Darkness and the Bright Emperor return."

The Lord of Demon Suppression replied in a low voice, "Yes, Sect Master. Your subordinate will certainly fulfill the trust and lead the Epoch Warship to arrive at the Abyss of Sin on schedule."

The Dominator of the Epoch nodded slightly and said no more, turning to exchange a look with the World-Shaking Demon Venerable and the Realm-Opening Demon Lord.

In the next moment, the aura around the three of them surged. Terrifying power instantly tore open the Void Realm before them, revealing a deep spatial rift. Inside the rift was a distorted turbulence of time and space, yet it could not harm the three of them in the slightest.

With a flash, the three of them stepped into the rift. The spatial rift then closed as if it had never existed, leaving only the Epoch Warship to continue racing through the endless Void Realm, cutting through the waves toward the Abyss of Sin.

The journey to the Abyss of Sin was unimaginably long, crossing countless Star Domains and dimensions.

The three of them sped along. Whenever they encountered a Realm with a cross-Realm teleportation Formation, they would take it, crossing hundreds of millions of miles in an instant.

If they encountered smaller-scale Star Domain teleportation Formations, they never wasted time, using the power of the Formations to shorten their journey.

Where there were no teleportation Formations, the three of them flew at maximum speed, surrounded by their Protective Aura. They ignored the meteor streams, spatial storms, and star beast harassments along the way. Wherever they passed, all obstacles were crushed into powder.

Time lost its meaning amidst the endless traversing and flying.

When the stars along the way gradually grew dim, and the bloody and evil aura in the air became increasingly thick—even the Void Realm took on a sickly dark red hue—the Dominator of the Epoch and the other two knew that the Abyss of Sin was right before them.

As soon as the three stepped into the territory of the Abyss of Sin, they felt countless greedy and evil gazes converging from all directions. These were the prying eyes of numerous evil Cultivators hidden in the darkness.

The Dominator of the Epoch's eyes turned cold. With a flick of his finger, three invisible blasts of Qi shot out, instantly piercing through tens of thousands of miles and precisely capturing three Cultivators hidden in the dark woods.

These three were all veteran Cultivators of the Abyss of Sin, with their cultivation reaching the Immortal Lord Realm at the very least. Yet, they had no power to resist before the Dominator of the Epoch. They were brought before the three of them, imprisoned by invisible forces, their faces filled with shock and fear.

"Speak. Tell us of the power distribution, the top combat forces, and the core territories of the Abyss of Sin. If there is even half a lie, your Divine Souls shall be extinguished." The Dominator of the Epoch's voice carried no emotion, yet it made the three Cultivators tremble from the depths of their Souls.

Knowing the terror of the three people before them, they dared not hide anything and scrambled to reveal everything they knew—the God-Demon Sect reigned supreme in the Abyss of Sin.

The Sect Master, the God-Demon Great Emperor, was a Supreme Great Emperor who suppressed the region. Under him were four Old Ancestors who were also in the Emperor Realm: Great Emperor Zhan Dao, Great Emperor Du Zun, Evil Venerable Great Emperor, and Great Emperor Xuan Sha. Five Supreme Great Emperors held sway.

Combined with countless Elders, Grand Elders, and Disciples, they formed the largest power in the Abyss of Sin, controlling the resources and order of a vast area with ruthless methods and relentless slaughter.

After learning the details, the Dominator of the Epoch and the others did not linger. Their figures turned into three streaks of light, flying straight toward the God-Demon Sect.

Mountains, rivers, cities, and fortresses flew past beneath their feet. Those Cultivators who tried to block them couldn't even see the three figures clearly before being shaken into ashes by the aura radiating from them.

In just half a day, the three arrived at the territory of the God-Demon Sect.

Looking from afar, the God-Demon Sect was situated atop a giant mountain range floating in mid-air. The mountain range was pitch-black, covered in hideous rocks and bone spikes. Countless black palaces and buildings were built along the mountains, surrounded by thick Devilish Qi and Evil Qi, like a crouching Vicious Beast.

On the outskirts of the mountain range, a light purple defensive Formation enveloped the entire area. Runes flickered upon the Formation, emitting a terrifying aura that isolated it from heaven and earth. This was the God-Demon Sect's pride, the "Divine Demon Eternal Formation."

The three made no attempt to hide their auras. The Imperial Might of the Dominator of the Epoch, the Evil Qi of the World-Shaking Demon Venerable, and the spatial pressure of the Realm-Opening Demon Lord intertwined like an invisible giant axe, hacking fiercely toward the sky of the God-Demon Sect.

In an instant, the entire world changed color. Dark red clouds rolled incessantly, and the terrifying pressure caused the hearts of all Cultivators inside and outside the God-Demon Sect to sink, as if a primordial divine mountain were pressing down on their heads.

Inside the main hall of the God-Demon Sect, the God-Demon Great Emperor, who was discussing matters with the four Old Ancestors, suddenly snapped his eyes open. A flash of alarm crossed his eyes as he said in a deep voice, "Not good, powerful enemies are invading."

The four Old Ancestors also sensed that unmasked, domineering aura at the same time, and their expressions all changed.

The five of them dared not delay. Their figures instantly vanished from the hall and appeared at the core of the Divine Demon Eternal Formation in the next moment, gazing solemnly at the three figures high in the sky outside the Formation.

At the same time, the Elders, Grand Elders, and countless Disciples of the God-Demon Sect also sensed this suffocating aura.

Elders rushed out of their respective Immortal Caves with solemn faces, Grand Elders woke from their seclusion with eyes full of shock, and the young Disciples were filled with terror, having never felt such a terrifying pressure, as if the end of the world were approaching.

The God-Demon Great Emperor floated at the core of the Formation, his gaze like torches as he stared fixedly at the Dominator of the Epoch and the others in the sky. He shouted, "Who are you? How dare you trespass into my God-Demon Sect's territory? Have you grown tired of living?"

Hearing this, the Dominator of the Epoch's lips curled into a cold arc, and his voice resounded through the world like thunder: "This seat has come today, naturally, to conquer your God-Demon Sect. I give you two choices: either submit to me obediently, or I shall beat your God-Demon Sect into submission."

"Arrogant!" the God-Demon Great Emperor roared, killing intent surging in his eyes. "Since you don't know the heights of the heavens or the depths of the earth, then don't blame this seat for being impolite."

The Dominator of the Epoch scanned the mountains and terrain of the God-Demon Sect, a hint of appreciation flashing in his eyes, which then turned into cold resolve: "This place is divinely beautiful. Though tainted by Devilish Qi, it is still a rare treasure land. This seat does not wish to destroy it easily. Enough nonsense; all five of you Supreme Great Emperors come out."

The God-Demon Great Emperor's face darkened, and he said coldly, "If you have the ability, then break my Divine Demon Eternal Formation first."

The Dominator of the Epoch shook his head helplessly, a hint of regret in his tone: "What a pity for such a treasure land. It seems it is about to become a pile of ruins."