Xu Qing, True Monarch Changchun, and True Monarch Yuyang raced forward together, darting swiftly through the Spirit Platform Star Sea.

The stream of light beneath their feet seemed like the tail of a comet slashing through the night sky, dazzling and brilliant.

At the core of the Spirit Platform Star Sea, a chaotic mist surged like ocean waves, rolling incessantly.

The vast and mysterious outline of the Ancient God Hall loomed in and out of the mist, resembling a primordial beast lurking in the abyss, exuding a chilling aura of mystery, silently warning intruders not to approach lightly.

The three finally arrived before the temple without hesitation and stepped through the gate.

In an instant, an ancient and majestic aura surged towards them like a tidal wave.

This aura, mingled with the weariness of ages and enigmatic power, sent a tremor through their spirits.

Inside the hall, a dim light flickered, like countless pairs of mysterious eyes hidden in the darkness, coldly watching these uninvited guests.

The three exchanged glances, each seeing the gravity in the others' eyes. Instantly, they gathered their mana, cautiously venturing deeper into the hall, each step carefully calculated as if any misstep might trigger hidden taboos within this ancient temple.

As they moved deeper, a blood pool came into view.

The blood pool was an eerie dark red, akin to congealed blood. On its surface, blood Qi rose in threads and streams, resembling agile dragons winding and swirling through the air.

However, amid the heavy stench of blood, there exuded a strange yet gentle force, like a soft spring breeze brushing gently across their hearts.

Xu Qing's mind jolted sharply, intuition telling him that this blood pool was the perfect place to nurture the Investiture of the Gods.

Immediately, he could not restrain himself and extended his fingertip to touch the Investiture of the Gods, intending to extract and place it into the pool.

But at the very moment his fingertip touched the Investiture of the Gods, the earth suddenly shook violently, as if an ancient ferocious beast long dormant had abruptly awakened.

Immediately thereafter, the Barbarian King of the Jiuli Barbarian Clan, leading a group of Great Witches, stormed in with great momentum.

The Barbarian King, towering like a mountain, was surrounded by intense barbaric evil Qi, which flowed around him like black ink. His blood-red eyes, gleaming with ferocity, fixed intently on the blood pool as he roared, "This blood pool is the opportunity of my Jiuli Clan; if you dare covet it, I will show no mercy."

The Barbarian King's voice erupted like thunder, echoing through the Ancient God Hall, causing their eardrums to throb painfully.

Having spoken, he waved his large hand, and the Great Witches behind him responded in unison. They chanted under their breaths in low and bizarre tones, as if calling forth from the Nine Netherworld Prison.

Soon after, they each summoned their respective witchcraft magical artifacts, and suddenly, the hall was filled with howling winds and wailing sounds, the eerie runes like black fireflies wildly dancing in mid-air, enveloping the space in a sinister and terrifying atmosphere.

True Monarch Changchun and True Monarch Yuyang swiftly moved to Xu Qing's side. Around True Monarch Changchun, Pure Yang Dao Fire flared brightly, burning fiercely. The flames glowed a vivid golden-yellow, as if to illuminate the dark Ancient God Hall.

The scorching aura emitted by the Pure Yang Dao Fire clashed with the chilling aura around them, making crackling sounds. True Monarch Yuyang shook his horsetail whisk lightly, with spirit light radiating all around, akin to dazzling starlight descending. The spirit light flickered with a gentle glow but contained formidable power, not to be underestimated.

The mana of the two collided thunderously with the witchcraft power of the Jiuli Barbarian Clan, like the clash of chaos at the opening of heaven and earth, erupting in deafening roars.

This rumbling echoed throughout the Ancient God Hall, causing the dust on the temple walls to scatter and fall.

The Barbarian King howled to the sky, his voice shaking the world, like a great beast of antiquity awakening, causing even the runes in the ancient hall to tremble.

In an instant, the evil Qi around him surged like ink, his stature expanding mountainously, explosively revealing Chiyou's True Body.

Exactly, that true body with a green visage and fangs, three heads, and six arms, each arm brawny and veined, radiating a power capable of destroying heavens and earth.

Two horns atop the head resembled desiccated dragon bones, sharp and fierce, gleaming with a ghostly black ferocity; fanged mouths seemed capable of devouring sun, moon, and stars.

Nine massive demon-marked serpents coiled behind, their tongues flicking as they exhaled wisps of poisonous miasma, raising ripples in the space wherever they passed.

Each of his six arms wielded a divine weapon, be it a giant axe, a demon halberd, or a chain, all moving in unison, stirring turbulent winds shredding the surrounding air into dust.

The Barbarian King roared, charging at Xu Qing like a primordial demon god tearing through heaven and earth, where his path opened, space splitting as if old tattered cloth, revealing black cracks.

From these cracks, a dim black void seeped through, as if linking to some horrifying world, releasing waves of piercing wails, as if countless resentful spirits were struggling within.

Seeing this, Xu Qing's gaze hardened, a cold flash in his eyes.

Fully aware of the formidable adversary he faced, he dared not slacken for a moment, immediately activating his internal Tai Chu Demon Qi.

In an instant, demonic Qi surged around him, and the Five-headed Heavenly Demon Sacred Image suddenly manifested. The five heads hovered above, each grotesque and fearsome, different in form. The frontal head, eyes like bronze bells, emitted a crimson glow; its mouth filled with overlapping fangs, spewing out waves of black demon flame between snarls; the left head bore three eyes, with the one on the forehead opening and closing, shooting beams imbued with destructive power; the right head's hair fell like a cascade, entwined with countless vengeful spirits, wailing mournfully as they danced; the two heads above faced each other, continually chanting eerie demon curses, warping the air they passed.

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