The Yellow Springs Wager has begun! The updated rules are now published as follows -]

At this moment, the old voice, centered in the Hall of the Medicine King of the Extreme Region, spread to the surrounding area.

It spread to the entire Immortal Continent.

It spread to the newly merged Floating Sky Island.

It spread to the beacon-filled Xiu Zhen Continent.

It spread to the Martial Arts Continent, where there were hardly any living people left.

At this moment, time and space seemed to have been stopped.

Even the Kuu ghosts who were just chasing after the living creatures with their teeth and claws, seemed to be frozen by some power.

They struggled and roared desperately, but were unable to break free.

One by one, the exhausted and desperate creatures couldn't help but raise their heads and look to the sky.

Since a month ago, there had been dense clouds in the sky.

A golden arch appeared.

And it was from the appearance of this golden arch that the peaceful life was broken.

A hellish catastrophe descended.

The monks on the continent of immortality thought they were miserable, persecuted, tortured by their conscience, and chased by the local ghosts.

But they simply did not have the time, or the interest, to take a look at the lower continent.

That is where the real life is plagued with misery and rivers of blood.

Those were mere lowly monks, mortals with no fighting ability at all.

Even if Emperor Beixuan wanted to find pawns to work for him, he would not look down on such insects.

They could do nothing but wail and despair.

But at this moment, the old voice was also transmitted to their ears.

It was a gamble that concerned the survival of the spirits of the three realms.

They also became a chip in the game.

At this moment, in the distant void, in addition to the Gate of the Vault of Heaven, which they had brought the scourge of heaven.

There were also six towers that reached into the sky.

Above the six towers, an old man with white hair was floating.

His hand gently sketched in the air, and a golden, glittering text appeared before everyone's eyes.

The pupils of Emperor Beixuan, who was watching the scene outside the Pill Palace, shrank abruptly.

Even Li Wei Dye, Jing Yuan, and Han Chujiu opened their eyes slightly, revealing a look of astonishment.

Those with low cultivation might not be able to notice anything wrong with these words.

But above the Immortal Supreme, the power of the rules contained in each word could be faintly felt.

It was a bond.

It was also a promise.

No one can break the rules, and those who break them, die!

Anyone can get benefits from the rules, and the benefits you get from following the rules are your opportunities.

"Who the hell is this old man?" Li Wei Dye muttered.

"That's the Six Star Pagoda Ware Spirit."

A weak, familiar voice came, causing Han Chujiu to turn his head sharply, "Brother, you're awake!"

Outside the Pill King Hall, four demon generals, Tianhe, Wine Boy, Demon Blade, and Xueji, came out, holding a pale Chang Lao and Broken Jun.

The one who just spoke was Chang Lao.

He looked up at the white-haired old man in the sky and muttered, "When the monarch forged the Six Star Pagoda, he said that it could not have been forged by him. The monarch is good at refining weapons, but he definitely couldn't create a divine weapon that could have such a complete soul artifact."

He originally thought that it was just a coincidence, that Jun Shang was being modest, and that a residual soul had been accidentally incorporated during the casting.

But only now did Chang Lao know that the Six Star Pagoda was really something extraordinary.

Not far away, Emperor Bei Xuan sneered, "Playing God, watch this ruler cut you down!"

After saying that, he wanted to rise from the sky and cut down with a single slash.

However, in the next moment, his face suddenly changed dramatically.

It was as if his body was held down by an invisible hand.