Follow the path of Dao from infancy Chapter 1879 Chapter 503: Final Sprint

"Emperor?"

Over a dozen Ancient Demon Quasi-Emperors experienced shock mixed with rage, as they summoned the nascent form of the Emperor Dao inside themselves, just managing to hold onto their calm.

In that instant, an immense chaotic energy burst forth from the swirling vortex, like a massive hand reaching from the distance, targeting the slaughter of those dozen Quasi-Emperors.

"Chaos Cutting Palm!"

The Ancient Demon Quasi-Emperors sensed that energy, their shock and fury shifting into pure dread, as they identified the Emperor who was approaching.

Even with their numbers exceeding a dozen, Quasi-Emperors found it tough to stand against a true Emperor, except for those rare supreme Quasi-Emperors who might have a slim chance to slip away from an Emperor's hold.

"What merit does an Immortal Emperor gain from picking on juniors?"

As the energy brimming with destruction came down, a wave rippled through the emptiness, carrying a heavy deathly presence that halted that force.

Within the emptiness, an Ancient Demon Emperor materialized, completely shrouded in darkness, his eyes shifting between black and white, his strange stare locking coldly on the far-off Void Vortex.

"What skill does one show by overwhelming with numbers?"

The Chaos Immortal Emperor's voice echoed from the vortex, utterly detached and cold.

"Is the Primordial True Realm planning to step into this mess as well? Keep in mind, all these years, we've never interfered in the Original Land."

The Ancient Demon Emperor replied with a neutral face.

"That's only because you fear the Heavenly Dao Consciousness and won't push the boundaries too far. Besides, you can't even control your own True Realm, so how dare you meddle in the Original Land? Haven't you secretly attempted invasions of the Original Land during these years?"

The Chaos Immortal Emperor responded with a mocking laugh, stating it plainly without allowing the other a reply, then pulling back the vortex and cutting off the realm domain entirely.

Though originating from the Original Land, the Chaos Immortal Emperor felt no special attachment to the True Realm. However, he had numerous disciples, many hailing from the True Realm, with bonds forged over long periods.

Furthermore, should the True Realm fall, the Original Land would no longer stay isolated.

Observing the vanishing vortex, the Ancient Demon Emperor stayed quiet briefly, then pivoted and gestured, declaring, "Withdraw, eradicate the Eastern Domain!"

The Ancient Demon Quasi-Emperors who had narrowly escaped burned with wrath and vowed compliance, transforming into streaks of light as they headed back.

Word of the Eastern Domain's collapse spread rapidly through every domain and clan.

The Ancestor Dragon Court lay breached, that sacred court enduring in the Eastern Domain for endless eras, now seized by the Ancient Demons, leaving numerous great clans gripped by sorrow and despair as they observed via hidden arts and visions.

They understood a massive disaster loomed near, with the True Realm fated for turmoil.

Numerous elders who survived from ten thousand years prior emerged from their seals, their gazes filled with profound worry, as though the horrific events of ten thousand years ago would repeat.

Unlike a handful of elders, the vast bulk of powerhouses across clans reeled from the Eastern Domain's downfall. They at last grasped the brutality of the catastrophe their ancestors had warned about from ten thousand years back—in mere centuries, utterly subjugating and wiping out a whole major domain. How many mighty clans and lives would be lost?

Every domain and clan, hit by this staggering revelation, launched urgent efforts to brace against the impending doom.

At the same time, within the Original Land, on Chaos Immortal Island.

The vortex reappeared, and eight Quasi-Emperors landed in this location.

They had been in retreat, ready for battle moments before, their energies still unchecked; upon arrival, they immediately unsettled the whole Chaos Immortal Island.

"What a powerful presence, what could it be?"

"Quasi-Emperors—eight of them have come; could the Ancient Demons have forced their way in?"

"Ancient Demons? My family mentions the Eastern Domain is in crisis—is that accurate?"

Across the Immortal Island, countless disciples gaped in surprise while gazing at the eight Quasi-Emperors marching through the heavens.

Unlike the True Realm's Four Domains, news from the True Realm reached the Original Land more slowly; many learned only through their family connections, aware that the outer Eastern Domain faced peril but unclear on its severity.

Right then, the eight Quasi-Emperors scanned the area, soon identifying Chaos Immortal Island.

As Quasi-Emperor experts, they had of course entered the Original Land before; the divide between Original and True Realms posed no barrier to them, traversable by their own might.

"Enter."

Now, the Chaos Immortal Emperor's voice rang out from the heart of the Immortal Island's Chaos Emperor Palace.

Gratitude flickered in the eyes of the eight Quasi-Emperors as they hurried toward the Chaos Immortal Emperor's dwelling.

Stepping inside the Emperor Palace, they discovered it formed a boundless Chaos World, looking like a mere palace from outside but housing a completely separate realm within.

The Chaos Immortal Emperor hovered in the void, encircled by swirling Chaos Laws, radiating the fearsome might of an Emperor.

"We pay our respects to the Chaos Immortal Emperor!"

The eight quickly knelt in homage.

"Do you carry the salvation seeds from the Eastern Domain?"

The Chaos Immortal Emperor inquired with steady composure.

"Most of them..."

The eight shared looks, their expressions shadowed by grief. They had just fled the Eastern Domain's disaster, chosen expressly to protect those salvation seeds, even as many fellow Quasi-Emperors fell and gave their lives back there.

Had they the option, they too would have stayed to battle and perish for the Eastern Domain, yet duty bound them to shield the salvation seeds and flee.

"These are the Taichu Clan's salvation seeds; we hope the Chaos Immortal Emperor will protect them. When our clan's Emperor comes back, we shall offer our deepest thanks!"

A Quasi-Emperor with hair as white as snow declared with a mournful visage, while drawing forth a sealed realm domain from his grasp.

That realm domain rested in his palm like a flawless, translucent orb, faintly showing verdant trees and ocean waves within, along with throngs of tiny figures clustered together.

Within lay not just the Taichu inheritors, but also nearly half of the Taichu Clan's famed Nine Venerates of Taichu, each a supreme talent among their generation, equivalent to Saint Heirs or Emperor's Sons in other grand clans.