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The Land of Imperishable, what was once the Netherworld Domain, had vanished.

Now, in the Land of Imperishable, only one Domain remained, resplendent like a magnificent gem embedded amidst the Chaos.

The gaze of the Netherworld lingered toward that distant Domain.

"What's going on?"

When the Witch Demon Domain collided into Taicang, the anticipated clash of Domain Powers and the severe turbulence of the Taicang Domain, even to the extent of creating massive Domain fissures, did not occur.

Instead, the Taicang Domain seemed to have devoured the Witch Demon Domain, expanding even further, and the Taicang Domain Dao Principles appeared to have grown stronger.

In the Land of Chaotic Imperishable, that splendid gem seemed suffused with a layer of radiance, which was slowly growing stronger, illuminating the Land of Imperishable.

Roar!

An Imperishable True Spirit roared, desiring to enter the Domain, yet halted frantically in its tracks, seemingly in awe of that resplendent Domain.

This had never happened before.

"Taicang's contingency plan, did you really prepare to this extent?"

The Netherworld muttered to itself.

In his mind emerged the figure of a grand man, calm yet domineering, not bullying by force yet irresistibly imposing, and even in downfall, he had laid such plans, truly unimaginable.

Years had passed, and even though Taicang had perished, his Domain still existed, the Imperishable Temple that one, had never encroached upon the Taicang Domain after Taicang's fall.

"How did you end up defeated?"

The Netherworld murmured in his heart, still unable to imagine that the one who ended up defeated was Taicang!

"The time is almost upon us."

The Netherworld looked toward a certain location in the Land of Imperishable, then turned and led five Blood Lords away. No matter what arrangements Taicang had made, what contingencies he had left behind, the ultimate outcome was already predetermined.

At the moment of Taicang's fall, it was already destined.

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In a certain area of the Land of Imperishable, a True Spirit, as massive as a mountain, lay quietly, long bereft of any life force.

This True Spirit, with a back like mountain ranges, limbs robust, the head already gone, only the mountain-sized, fiercely armored corpse remained.

And around this True Spirit, low roars echoed from time to time; within the Chaos, massive eyes could be seen, gleaming with a faint cold light.

Here, was a True Spirit territory.

Each Imperishable True Spirit here had a powerful aura, no weaker than a Minor Heaven and Earth Master, clustered around the mountain-like True Spirit corpse.

The mountain-like True Spirit corpse was once an immensely powerful True Spirit, but had fallen ages ago.

Its massive and sturdy body had, by now, seemingly transformed into a real mountain.

Even among the fiercely armored scales, tiny, pale-red grasses sprouted, as if giving this mountain, transformed from a True Spirit, some semblance of life.

A weaker True Spirit approached the mountain, lowering its head to nibble the pale-red grass, which was one of the food sources for this group of juvenile True Spirits.

Thud!

All of a sudden, the True Spirit Corpse Mountain made a muffled sound, the juvenile True Spirit, startled, cried out and ran back to the True Spirit Horde.

Roar!

A low roar sounded. The leader of the True Spirit Horde looked toward the Corpse Mountain and let out a deep growl.

The Corpse Mountain did not make any further movements, and the leader's eyes slowly lost the cautionary light and continued to rest on the ground.

In the Land of Imperishable, amid boundless Chaos, no one knew how many Imperishable True Spirits existed, nor how many previously powerful True Spirits had fallen and their bodies become great mountains.

This True Spirit Corpse Mountain, within the Land of Imperishable, did not stand out and was even rather ordinary.

Yet, the interior of this True Spirit Corpse Mountain had long been hollowed out, cleared to create a hidden sanctuary.

Furthermore, this mountain, transformed from a True Spirit, had a special characteristic, gathering and concealing aura, unnoticed by others.

"The Witch Demon Domain is gone."

Inside the Corpse Mountain, in the dimness, a pair of eyes opened.

The man seated cross-legged in the secret chamber, with pronounced brow and gigantic eyes, hair like bizarre insects, fierce and terrifying, and a robust body, carried an air of majestic authority.
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However, his eyes were a bit dim at this time, his complexion pale, his aura evidently weak.

Even his hair, like bizarre insects, seemed devoid of vitality.

Witch Demon!

He was the Master of the Witch Demon Domain, one of the Seven Great Domain Masters!

This was his true form as Witch Demon!

Witch Demon's eyes gazed at a certain point, silent for a long time, eventually heaving a sigh.

"Has the Imperishable Temple begun to make their move? I haven't recovered yet."

With a sigh, the insect-like hairs gradually returned to normal, the pronounced brow and giant eyes also disappeared, replaced by the image of a powerful man.

Transformed into a human form, his hair was not insect-like, but appeared dry and devoid of any shine.

"I can't continue like this. It's time to take a risk, I must recover swiftly."

Witch Demon's eyes grew gradually colder.

"Even if I die, Witch Demon, I will make the Imperishable Temple pay the price."

Witch Demon stood up and slowly walked out of the hidden True Spirit Corpse Mountain, looking towards the group of Imperishable True Spirits outside.

Boom!

Suddenly, the True Spirit Corpse Mountain exploded, and a fierce, terrifying figure appeared, its immense body towering in the Land of Imperishable, hair fluttering like myriad insects, gigantic arms, claws sharp as blades.

Roar!

The True Spirits let out a growling cry, but this sound revealed a color of fear.