Longevity Heavenly Dynasty, both inside and outside the realm, was filled with the wails of Evil Dragons.
In Qiantang Province City, within the realm, on the Dragon-slaying Platform, one after another, Evil Dragons from the history books bound for the Ultimate Happiness Realm were tied up. Once the verdict rang out, their lives ended and their Dao vanished.
Outside the realm, those twelve famously imposing Founding Emperors were bound by their own blood-sucking tentacles, teetering on the brink of doom.
"Cost? I am the Eternal Emperor, who once swept across the eight directions and unified the world, sheltering millions of the Human Clan in peace. That I have lived until today is my due, speak to me of what cost? I shouldn't have to pay any."
"In my lifetime, I established a great accomplishment, it's only natural that I enjoy the fruits after death. Who dares charge me a cost?"
"I should not die, nor can I die, for I am the True Dragon Emperor destined by heaven."
"After unifying the world, the Ancestor Dragon was able to cultivate with the Secret Book, achieve Longevity, and step on the Tribulation Immortal. I am also a Founding Emperor; I too can do it."
The Twelve Emperors, having become Alchemists, had never felt the fear of death until this moment, and suddenly they all descended into madness.
They howled, continually unleashing their fury upon the millions of the Human Clan and the Ancestor Dragon, sounding all the more hateful.
At this time, it should have been their turn to vent for, after all, once the Ancestor God Forbidden Technique ceased its supply, the Twelve Emperors would gradually wither and die along with those cancerous Daoist Fields.
Duobao Daoist seemed unable to hold back, insisting on further provocation at this time:
"Hmph, don't you understand why they are called iron laws?"
"A dozen old Evil Dragons posing in front of me, what's so great about emperors? I, Duobao, am the next designated Sect Master of the leading Daoist sect, the Spirit Treasure Sect."
"Cultivation gone wrong, isn't there still a price to be paid?"
Had he not spoken thus, it might have been better. As soon as he spoke, the crazed, scarlet gaze of the Twelve Emperors was instantly drawn to him.
Inside the realm, Tao Qian and Yuan Gong were watching this scene.
They couldn't help but look at each other helplessly, Master Yuan sighed directly:
"Do you understand now why Duobao has such a terrible reputation among his peers, as smelly as dog shit?"
"It's not just because he habitually likes to steal treasures, but also because of that mouth of his."
Upon hearing this, Tao Qian fell silent, while also guessing some other reasons.
While he secretly sighed, in the Outer Realm, a chaotic battle indeed erupted.
This time, it was a true battle of life and death.
The Twelve Emperors, once Alchemists, were also wary of Duobao Daoist's identity as the "next Spirit Treasure Sect Master", not daring to truly fight to the death, afraid that at the critical moment the Spirit Treasure Sect Master, or even Lingbao Tianzun deep within the Great Abyss, would intervene and annihilate them.
Now, all twelve understood they had no hope of fortune, so where was their hesitation?
They all screamed in madness and turned to surround Duobao Daoist.
A full twelve mutated true forms, larger and more twisted than before, appeared outside the realm.
Each of them was as huge as a mountain range, undulating and spreading nearly endlessly.
Filled with filthy Great Dao Source Qi, they began to wreak havoc like a storm.
"Duobao Daoist, since you seek death, I will oblige you."
"Kill! Dragging this future Spirit Treasure Sect Master down in death is enough for me before I perish."
"Duobao, I want to eat you alive."
"Old thief, it's you and your apprentice who caused me to end up in this state, kill kill kill."
"Ha ha ha... A bunch of old cattle, earthen chickens and clay dogs, insignificant as grains of rice, how could any of you stand against me?"
Duobao laughed loudly in response, as the Ten Thousand Treasure Demon Body moved across the galaxies, boldly confronting them.
The killing that followed was a scene so grand that only a true wielder of Great Divine Power could witness its entirety.
Even Tao Qian could only catch a glimpse of its truth with the convenience of the Ancestor Spirit's Forbidden Technique.
To an ordinary person watching, they would only see: In the heavens of the Outer World, amid the chaos of the stars, at this very moment, thirteen glows, each more dazzling than the Taiyin Stars, collided and entangled with one another.
A battle between the two sides!
Whether it's Duobao or the Twelve Emperors, in fact, neither were true Daoist Transformation Realm creatures.
The former had entered this realm regardless of the cost, while the latter simply forced their way in through bloodsucking.
Even so, Daoist Transformation is Daoist Transformation.
The clash of thirteen "Great Daos", how could it not be dazzling? How could it not be shocking?
At this moment, if anyone could watch up close without being contaminated or mutated, they would gain great benefit.
At another time, another Daoist Transformation, such a fierce battle would have lasted for days, even months, or even years without surprise.
But due to their unique states, neither lasted long.
Duobao was consumed by the cost of Ten Thousand Treasures!
The Twelve Emperors had it much worse. Once the supply was cut off, the blood-sucking tentacles, pressured by the Forbidden Technique, inversely sucked from them. Had they not fought, they might have withered more slowly, but once they engaged, their weakness accelerated.
When the Ancestor Spirit summoned the Dragon-slaying Platform and all the Evil Dragon descendants were cleanly slain and thoroughly judged,
almost at the same moment, the outcome of the battle in the Outer Realm was reached.
A scene that made Tao Qian gasp in shock was now projected in:
Within the originally empty battlefield, it was now exceptionally crowded.
Countless pieces of flesh and organs, filthy lifeforms, floated within the galaxy.
Uninformed observers, if told that two great flesh empires were waging war here, would likely believe it.
Even after being beaten to such a state, the Twelve Emperors still couldn't escape the "Human Dao Chains". Their much-reduced fleshly bodies were still firmly locked in the cancerous Daoist Fields.
Like twelve devil beasts that had been tormented to near death, they laid scattered across the stars.
Most were dying but not yet dead, still.
A few, such as Liu Pei, Li Wanshou, and Zhao Xuanglang, clearly still had breaths, but they were extremely weak and unable to fight again, lying in the Daoist Fields like corpses, shrinking rapidly, awaiting death.