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The Stone Tire Holy Spirit detected an unsettling anomaly, finding himself incapacitated with each collision. Dao Shi, without altering his stance, effortlessly withstood every blow.

"What the heck! Is he even fighting with one hand?" Shi Tiei's Holy Spirit erupted, brandishing an immortal sword, unleashing unparalleled magic, and charging at Mengchuan once more.

"Thud!" - only to be swiftly repelled at an increased speed.

Indeed, the Emperor Zhun sighed; late-night friends gathered to witness their defeat.

"This Stone Tire Holy Spirit is no match for Meng Chuan. It's evident he's toying with him," Jiang Daoran remarked, incredulous about comparing Dzogchen Holy Spirits to the ancient emperor.

Though the Holy Spirit couldn't ultimately surpass the emperor, it wasn't utterly subdued, right?

"No wonder Meng Chuan was disdainful during the Holy Spirit's birth; it seems intentional," Qingyue mused, grasping Meng Chuan's mindset.

"Humph! Few undisturbed Dzogchen Holy Spirits remain in history; let's just eliminate them!" Ji Lianxing sneered.

"Do you possess any other tricks?" Meng Chuan, with a composed tone, challenged the Stone Tire Holy Spirit. "Facing a great emperor-level force requires every means; show me your resilience."

The Stone Tire Holy Spirit blushed, infuriated by Meng Chuan's demeanor. He stepped forward, exclaiming, "The Holy Spirit won't tolerate insults!" His fairy sword exploded, enveloping him in chaos. Body, soul, and chaos merged, releasing a thunderous "Boom!"

The universe's edge lit up, an oppressive aura suffusing the cosmos. Meng Chuan, observing, found it interesting. "Comparable to an emperor's taboo technique? Unfortunately, still futile."

Meng Chuan, with a wave of his hand, obliterated the overwhelming power. The weakened Stone Tire Holy Spirit reappeared, cracked sword in hand.

"How is this possible?" Shitai's Holy Spirit raged. "Could an emperor truly do such a thing?"

"You're not an emperor; how do you know an emperor's capabilities?" Meng Chuan retorted. "The Holy Spirit isn't invincible; even our Human Race's ancestral land fell to the Great Emperor!"

Meng Chuan perceived the premature birth of this Holy Spirit as a flawed creation.

"Since no new tricks are forthcoming, let's end this!" Meng Chuan declared. A mysterious sound echoed; Meng Chuan turned to the chaotic time and space, where a passage formed.

Meng Chuan, recalling the chat group mission, saw an opportunity to fulfill it.

"Step back; a war will unfold," Meng Chuan warned the surrounding emperors.

Most quasi-emperors retreated, cautious about Meng Chuan's anticipated battle beyond their league.

"Is this caused by the time-space anomaly in the Great Emperor's World?" Koichi inquired on the live broadcast.

"Yes, the chat group tasked me with destroying this space-time channel," Meng Chuan responded, noting the deserted group.

As Meng Chuan approached the passage, the emperors hesitated, some eager for potential immortality. A daring quasi-emperor rushed in, initiating a peculiar sequence.

The scene grew tense as others contemplated following. Meng Chuan, issuing a retreat order, witnessed the unexpected emergence of four beings from the passage - old and young, claiming to be homeless spirits seeking refuge.

Few footsteps came from the passage of time and space. After a while, four figures appeared in this universe. These were four skinny figures. Everyone seemed to be blown down by a gust of wind. They were one old man and one middle school. Nian and two young people.

Just after the four people walked out, although the space-time channel was still maintained, no long biomass was spilled.

"A universe with ample energy may be able to make up for the consumption that I have waited for thousands of years!"

"What a beautiful starry sky!"

"Huh? This universe has entered the age of the end of the law? The imprint of the heart of heaven is also one with humanity!"

"It must be the fellow Daoist in front of you, master the imprint of Tianxin!"

The old man on the far left of the four had white hair and wrinkled faces. It seemed that his teeth were almost falling out. He first looked at the universe carefully, and then smiled and said to Meng Chuan, although the language is not clear, but Spiritual thoughts can clearly express their own meaning.

"Where do these people come from? How do you call them?" Meng Chuan asked, looking at the four of them.

"It's just a homeless person. I heard that there is a temple of reception in the sea of ​​bounds, which can attract all spirits, which is the ultimate destination of all spirits. It is a pity that they have undergone major changes as soon as they entered the sea of ​​bounds, and now they have fallen into this field."

The old man smiled bitterly, looking at their appearance; it was genuinely miserable. "As for the name, old man Kun Gu."

"My name is An Xuan," said the middle-aged man on Kun Gu's right.

"My name is Yu Qiong."

"No domain."

"Dao Shi."

Kun Gu looked at Meng Chuan and said sincerely, "Dao Shi Dao Fellows don't know if I can wait for the four of them to rest in this universe for a period of time. Don't worry, I will be paid later."

Meng Chuan smiled and nodded and said, "Daoist Kun Gu is too polite. I am also a hospitable person. You can stay as long as you want."

"As for the reward..."

"I also happen to have something I want."

"What do fellow Taoists want?"

"I wonder if you can keep your life?"