Sweeping across the heavens, starting with the first emperor of the ancient times.

Chapter 637 Special Operations Team, please help!

"Is what you say true?" Xuanyuan Supreme asked incredulously.

"Of course." Jiang Hao nodded, and then talked about some situations in the myriad worlds.

"The myriad realms and universes... the outside world is so wonderful..."

Xuanyuan Supreme murmured, trapped in this world, he had always thought that this world was the entirety of the world, and that the Supreme God was the end of cultivation.

I never imagined that beyond this world, there existed a vast and boundless universe of countless realms.

Upon learning that countless worlds existed outside, and that there were supreme beings far surpassing the gods of this realm, his spiritual sense was filled with awe and deep longing. He sighed softly:

"So... there are worlds beyond worlds, the Supreme God is not the end, and there are even more vast star seas beyond our world... If I had the chance, I would really like to see the vastness of those heavens with my own eyes..."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Hao smiled and said, "That day will come. Once this problem is solved, you will be able to break free from the constraints of this place and venture into the myriad worlds."

Jiang Hao still held Xuanyuan Supreme in high regard.

Xuanyuan Supreme's talent can be said to be unparalleled in the ancient times. If it weren't for the twenty-six main gods joining forces to suppress him and the restrictions of the laws of the balance of heaven and earth, he would definitely be the first human supreme in the history of this world to be able to defy the Great Dao and ascend to the position of main god with his acquired body.

In terms of exceptional talent, profound combat prowess, and unwavering loyalty to his clan, Xuanyuan Supreme is undoubtedly among the top three most outstanding talents in this world throughout history.

Upon hearing this, the remnant consciousness of the Supreme Xuanyuan trembled slightly, carrying a faint hope, and softly said:

"I hope that day will really come..."

He was looking forward to it, but he also knew it would be difficult. The problem of the main god and the problem of the world were both very difficult to solve.

The two then continued their conversation, with Xuanyuan Supreme telling Jiang Hao all the secrets and hidden details he had uncovered during his bloody battle with the main god.

The flaws in the authority of the main god, the weaknesses in the balance between the light and dark main gods, and the core drawbacks of the main god's absorption of faith were all top-secret information that he obtained through his bloody battles in the ancient times.

Jiang Hao listened quietly and memorized everything; these secrets were of great value.

After finishing his story, the Supreme Xuanyuan pondered for a moment before speaking earnestly:

"Fellow Daoist, my remaining body contains the ancient human faith. This faith is vast and pure, and it is of great benefit to cultivation. It is useless to me, so I can give it all to you now. I hope it can help you increase your strength, break through the current predicament, and save humanity from suffering."

"No need, you can keep this."

Jiang Hao shook his head slightly, offering a gentle refusal, though he had his own reasons:

This sea of ​​faith is the sustenance of hundreds of millions of descendants of the human race, the foundation of the immortal consciousness of the Supreme Xuanyuan, and the only remaining spiritual totem for humanity in its desperate situation.

Once taken away, Xuanyuan's remnant consciousness will be completely annihilated in an instant, and the human race's eternal legacy will be severed.

Furthermore, with his Dao fruition perfected and his Dao foundation solid, he has no need to plunder the original faith of this world to elevate his strength.

Jiang Hao might study faith at most, but he would never touch it in his own body.

The Supreme Xuanyuan sensed Jiang Hao's intentions and did not press the matter, sighing softly:

"Alright, I was presumptuous."

After a brief farewell, Jiang Hao bid farewell to Xuanyuan Hill, gazing at the magnificent North Sea with a heart full of emotions.

"Rest assured, your sacrifices will not be in vain."

Then, with a swift movement, he crossed the dimensional barrier and stepped into the demon realm.

The Demon Realm can be said to be the most cruel world in this universe of gods and demons.

Upon entering the Demon Realm, one is immediately struck by the desolate and malevolent aura of rage, violence, and endless slaughter.

This demon realm is shrouded in darkness and perpetual night. The sky is constantly shrouded in blood-red black clouds, the earth is parched and scorched, crisscrossed with ravines, and littered with battlefield ruins and broken bones.

There is no peace or respite here, only endless battles.

The demon realm is home to countless races, all embodying ferocity to the bone, with conquest and slaughter being the only constant.

Large clans devour small clans, the strong slaughter the weak, and conflicts between planes and wars rage on constantly, with the flames of war stretching for billions of years without ever ceasing.

This is the epitome of chaos, a purgatory of slaughter, where the law of the jungle is played out to its cruelest extreme.

In this demon realm where everyone is bloodthirsty and every step is fraught with danger, the most miserable, the most lowly, and the most undignified are still the human race.

Within the Demon Realm, countless human settlements are scattered, controlled and raised by the demons.

Unlike the human race of the ancient continent, who barely survived and were remembered, the human race of the demon realm were purely livestock, food, and playthings.

They were confined by the demons to a barren, poisonous wasteland, forbidden from cultivating, gathering in groups, or practicing martial arts.

By day, they are driven by demons to work, mine demonic ore, and serve as cannon fodder; by night, they are slaughtered and have their life essence drained, their souls harvested, and their faith plundered by demons.

The demons and humans in the demon realm are poorly clothed and starving, living in constant fear and uncertainty.

Children are born slaves, the elderly are killed outright if they are deemed useless, and the able-bodied are dragged into the battlefield to die or sacrificed as offerings.

They had no sages to protect them, no holy sites to rely on, and no pilgrimage to inspire them.

They live only to provide faith for the demons, to feed them, and to sustain the powerful beings of the demon realm.

Lifetime after life, they are reduced to the cheapest, most casual, and most pathetic nourishment for other races.

Throughout the entire Demon Realm, the faint, desperate breaths of humanity and endless sorrow and suffering filled every corner.

"The demon race, indeed a mad race." Jiang Hao shook his head, then took a step forward and arrived at a mysterious place in the bottomless abyss of the demon realm.

Here, the space collapses and twists layer upon layer, filled with countless spacetime cracks. Fragments of shattered ancient laws float in the void, sometimes flickering with a faint light, sometimes vanishing into nothingness. Ordinary demon emperors who step into this place will be instantly torn apart by the chaotic power of the laws.

At this moment, in this special place, a pair of strange primordial forms are suspended.

One is the purest and most pristine white, flowing with a warm and sacred divine aura, with a dignified and solemn presence, representing the ultimate condensation of the orthodox source of light.

One is the deepest and most profound pitch black, carrying a cold and desolate dark aura, sinister and domineering, the ultimate display of primordial dark power.

The two opposing forces, black and white, are inherently mutually exclusive and should be irreconcilable, eternally antagonistic, and destined to annihilate each other.

But at this moment, they are strangely perfectly intertwined and interwoven, each containing the other, without the slightest repulsion or conflict.

Black and white patterns intertwine to form a perfectly round and unique primordial crystal, which floats quietly in the abyss void, with light and shadow flowing and yin and yang mutually generating each other, exuding a special Daoist charm that defies the rules of heaven and earth.

Since the beginning of this world, light and darkness have been in eternal opposition, with no precedent for them to coexist and coexist.

But what was before them had shattered the unchanging rules of this world, and the two extremely contradictory origins had completely merged into one.

Beneath the tranquility lies a terrifying power that could shake the heavens. Seemingly peaceful and calm, it is actually fraught with danger and unpredictability, harboring boundless power capable of overturning the system of the Light and Dark Gods.

"A unique combination of light and darkness, how interesting." Jiang Hao walked over and gently picked up the unusual object.

……

Meanwhile, in another world, in Da Cang City, a strange, dark blue-black fog surged and rose, slowly covering the entire city.

The eerie black mist seeped into every nook and cranny, passing through streets and alleys, penetrating building doors and windows, and shrouding rivers and roads.

The streets were in complete chaos, and the entire city was gripped by utter madness and despair.

Some people ran for their lives, losing their shoes and tearing their clothes. They covered their mouths and noses with their hands, their faces pale and contorted, and a hoarse, tearful scream burst out: "Help! Someone save us! We don't want to die!"

Several citizens hiding behind the shop's roller shutter door were pressed tightly against the iron gate, their bodies convulsing and trembling violently, their knuckles digging into the door panel until it was bloody and raw, their desperate screams heart-wrenching:

"No, please spare us! We don't want to die! We really don't want to die!"

The black mist silently seeped into the crevice. The middle-aged man closest to it only inhaled a wisp of the mist before his roar abruptly ceased.

His eyes suddenly went vacant and unfocused, his body stiffened abruptly, and he collapsed to the ground. His limbs twitched twice, and he fell silent, dying instantly.

His companion, witnessing the man die suddenly before his eyes, was terrified. He collapsed to the ground, frantically backing away, tears and cold sweat streaming down his face. His incoherent cries echoed through the streets.

"He's dead...he's dead...this fog kills with a single touch, we're all going to die here, everyone in Dacang City is going to die here...ah..."

On the windowsills of high-rise buildings, countless people clung desperately to the glass, looking down at the corpses strewn across the ground below, at the all-encompassing black mist that seemed to swallow everything, and broke down in tears.

"Oh God, what should we do? I want to live! Where's the rescue team? Where are the special operations team members? Why aren't they here yet? Help!"

At the alley entrance, an elderly man with white hair, his body hunched over, held a young child tightly in his arms, trembling against the wall, and whispered comfortingly, "Don't be afraid, child, Grandpa is here to protect you..."

Before he could finish speaking, the old man suddenly held his breath, his chest heaving violently. A moment later, his whole body stiffened, and his arms fell limply to his sides.

The child in his arms cried loudly in fright, shaking the old man's body with his tiny hands, his innocent cries heart-wrenching: "Grandpa, wake up! Don't leave me!"

In the stairwell of a residential building, a woman was huddled in a corner of the steps, holding a baby in her arms. The baby was sobbing in fear and buried tightly in the woman's arms.

The woman covered the child's mouth and nose tightly with one hand, and desperately blocked the door crack with the other, her fingernails digging until they bled. Tears streamed down her face, and she wailed inwardly.

"What should I do? My child is so young, he can't just die like this..."

The heart-wrenching cries, desperate roars, dying gasps, and the sudden, deathly silence of the ground intertwined in layers.

Vibrant human lives are like ants in the face of the deadly and eerie black mist; their struggles, cries, and pleas for mercy are all meaningless.

In this short period of time, the entire city of Dacang has been transformed into a living hell.