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 fury, as they circulated the nascent Emperor Dao inside their bodies, just managing to hold onto their calm.

Right then, an immense chaotic energy burst out from the vortex, like a colossal hand stretching from far away, targeting the slaughter of those dozen Quasi-Emperors.

"Chaos Cutting Palm!"

As the Ancient Demon Quasi-Emperors sensed that energy, their shock and rage shifted into pure dread, finally grasping who the incoming Emperor was.

Even with more than a dozen of them present, Quasi-Emperors found it tough to stand against a true Emperor, except perhaps for some rare elite Quasi-Emperors who could maybe slip away from an Emperor's clutch.

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

With that destructive energy bearing down, a wave rippled through the emptiness, joined by a heavy deathly aura that halted the force in its tracks.

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

"What skill does it show to overwhelm with numbers?"

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

"Does the Primordial True Realm plan to step into this mess as well? Keep in mind, all these years, we've stayed away from the Original Land without interference."

The Ancient Demon Emperor replied with a flat face.

"That's only because you fear the Heavenly Dao Consciousness, not bold enough to push too far. Plus, you can't even control your own True Realm, so how dare you meddle in the Original Land? Haven't you secretly attempted to breach the Original Land during these years?"

The Chaos Immortal Emperor let out a mocking laugh, stating it plainly, and ended his words without letting the other reply, pulling back the vortex and cutting off the realm domain at once.

Though originating from the Original Land, the Chaos Immortal Emperor felt no special attachment to the True Realm. Still, he had numerous disciples, many hailing from the True Realm, with bonds forged deep in the past.

Besides, should the True Realm fall, the Original Land wouldn't stay isolated for long.

Gazing at the vanishing vortex, the Ancient Demon Emperor stayed quiet briefly, then spun around and gestured, declaring, "Withdraw, eradicate the Eastern Domain!"

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

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

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

Everyone understood a massive disaster loomed near, dooming the True Realm to turmoil.

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

Unlike a handful of elders, the vast bulk of powerhouses across all clans reeled from the Eastern Domain's downfall. At last, they comprehended the brutality of the catastrophe their ancestors from ten thousand years back had warned about—just in mere centuries, a whole major domain lay utterly conquered and wiped out. How many mighty clans and lives would vanish?

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 touched down here.

They had been in retreat, ready for battle moments before, their energies still unchecked, and their sudden arrival in that state sent the whole Chaos Immortal Island into alarm.

"What a powerful energy, what's going on?"

"Quasi-Emperors—eight of them landing here, are the Ancient Demons forcing their way in?"

"Ancient Demons? Word from the family says the Eastern Domain is under siege, is it really happening?"

Across the Immortal Island, countless disciples stared in awe at the eight Quasi-Emperors marching through the skies overhead.

Unlike the True Realm's Four Domains, news from the True Realm reached the Original Land more slowly, so many learned only through their family connections, aware that the Eastern Domain beyond faced crisis, yet unclear on its full scope.

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

After all, as Quasi-Emperor experts, they had ventured into the Original Land before; the divide between Original and True Realms posed no barrier to them, traversable by their own might.

"Enter."

The Chaos Immortal Emperor's voice rang out this time 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 wasn't merely a hall but a boundless Chaos World, masquerading as a palace while hiding an entire realm within.

The Chaos Immortal Emperor hovered in the void, encircled by swirling Chaos Laws, radiating the fearsome presence 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 evenly.

"Most of them..."

The eight shared looks, their eyes shadowed by grief. Fresh from fleeing the Eastern Domain's disaster, they were handpicked to protect those salvation seeds, even as 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, but duty bound them to shield the salvation seeds and flee.

"Here are the Taichu Clan's salvation seeds; we beseech the Chaos Immortal Emperor to safeguard them. When our clan's Emperor comes back, we shall express our deepest thanks!"

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

In his palm rested that realm domain, shaped like a flawless, crystal-clear orb, through which faint shapes of verdant trees, oceans, and throngs of bustling figures could be glimpsed.

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