Chapter 4243: Every Inch of Land, Every Inch of Blood

Chapter 4243: Every Inch of Land, Every Inch of Blood

In the River of Time.
Zhang Ruochen's physical body and divine soul had shattered into fragments, dyeing the River of Time red. All material particles were carried by the torrent of ages back into the future.
Back to the correct timeline.
In this dimension, time was accelerating, trying to synchronize with the outer universe.
All chaos had to be corrected.
Rules and order could not be broken by anyone. The more that was broken, the greater the price.
Suddenly.
On the vast, blood-red surface of the river, dense, shimmering stars of the universe appeared, and a powerful, pure Truth power spread out.
The Ancestor-level "Universe Boundless" Truth Realm Form instantly filled the time dimension.
"Splash!"
The corpse of the Truth Emperor rose from beneath the water, its body majestic like a divine mountain. Every inch of its flesh was forged from rules and matter of the Heavenly Beginning Self-Ending level, so divine and eternal.
Bathed in the torrent of ages, it feared not the decay of time.
But the corpse qi and death qi within it were too thick, forming a stark contrast with the radiance of Truth, like an emperor turned evil, the sacred corrupted into demonic.
The Truth Emperor's corpse could unleash Ancestor-level combat power, naturally because the "spirit" inside it had reached the Ancestor realm.
This "spirit" could be a new spirit similar to a Corpse Clan cultivator, like Feng Tian to the Demon Ancestor, or Dragon Scale to the Ancestral Dragon.
Or it could be a bloodline descendant of the Truth Emperor who had performed a divine soul possession of their ancestor.
Then, under the guidance of the Space-Time Human Ancestor and nurtured by the Heavenly Dao Origin, they had comprehended the Ancestor Dao, becoming one of the few powerful beings in the current universe. The Xuan Emperor's remains were the same.
Regardless of the case, the Truth Emperor's corpse and the Xuan Emperor's remains were the new generation's Ancestors, disciples of the Human Ancestor.
"Zhang Ruochen, I have been waiting for you in the future for a long time! I am the furnace, to refine your blood qi and soul spirit."
The Truth Emperor's corpse opened its mouth, vast as an abyss, its abdomen containing a small universe. It actually began to continuously swallow the torrent of time flowing towards it into its body.
What it wanted to swallow, of course, was not the torrent of time.
But the fragments of Zhang Ruochen's physical body and divine soul within that torrent.
"Splash!"
On the blood-red water surface, fifty-four clusters of Dao light appeared, rotating around the fifty-fifth cluster at the center, twisting time itself into a massive vortex.
It seemed this vortex was about to be swallowed by the Truth Emperor's corpse.
"Boom!"
Space shook violently. A grand and stable great world emerged from one corner of the vortex.
Within the time dimension, it squeezed out its own space.
This great world radiated blinding divine light of Radiance, dense with Ancestor rules, extending outward, crashing towards the face of the Truth Emperor's corpse.
It was the Ancestor realm of Paradise Realm.
The Ancestor realm of Witch Ancestor Chi!
"Hiss!"
In the River of Time, blood qi flowed back like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, quickly re-condensing into Zhang Ruochen's Ancestor physical body.
Part of the blood qi burned away first, and a large amount was lost. Zhang Ruochen's face was slightly pale, but his battle intent and momentum had not diminished.
"Want to refine me, the Emperor? Just you? Even the Truth Emperor in his prime couldn't do it."
Zhang Ruochen's eyes were sharp like an unsheathed sword. He took a step forward, ascending onto the Witch Ancestor Chi's Ancestor realm.
In this process, the Victory Crown, Void Cauldron, Darkness Cauldron, and Time Cauldron flew back from the torrent of ages one by one.
The next moment.
Zhang Ruochen and the Truth Emperor's corpse struck palms together. The Ancestor energy storm bulged and then collapsed, sending the latter flying like a meteor.
"Fanxin, suppress him!"
The divine sound transmitted into the future.
Zhang Ruochen did not want to waste time on the Truth Emperor's corpse.
...
The Truth Emperor's corpse shot out of the River of Time tributary in an instant, returning to the normal timeline.
The gods stationed at the edge of the Northern Universe saw the time rules in heaven and earth suddenly boil, and the entire star sea's space exploded.
"Boom!"
In the void, a spatial hole hundreds of billions of miles in diameter appeared.
Heaven and earth were like a piece of paper that had been punched through!
The Truth Emperor's corpse, along with its universe realm form, fell from that spatial hole.
Before it could adjust its breath and power, Ji Fanxin struck out with the "Book of Life and Death," suppressing it onto the Truth Emperor's corpse.
The life and death qi within the "Book of Life and Death" spread outward, stabilizing the universe realm form.
"Ji Fanxin, you want to split time and maintain the time tributary. How much power do you have to suppress me?" A cold, deep, ancient voice sounded from within the Truth Emperor's corpse.
The mere vibration from the voice caused a small part of the Northern Universe to tremble, its influence spreading across three hundred trillion miles.
Ji Fanxin had no intention of conversing with the Truth Emperor's corpse. She raised her slender jade finger, manipulating the Heavenly Mechanism Brush to fly out.
"Chi!"
The Heavenly Mechanism Brush struck the Truth Emperor's corpse's brow, transforming into a ten-thousand-zhang tall heavenly pillar, stabilizing its soul spirit.
"This... this Truth Emperor's corpse was sent from the past to the future?" As the new Hall Master of the Truth Divine Temple, Xiang Chunan felt a sense of faith collapse.
He was also indignant, feeling that the Immortals of the God Realm were insulting the Emperor, enslaving his corpse.
Within the spatial hole a thousand billion miles in diameter, a large amount of blood qi surged out, dyeing the Northern Universe red.
Shang Tian's face changed: "It's the blood qi of the Heavenly Dao Emperor! Why has the blood qi flowed to our timeline? What exactly is happening in the battle on the River of Time?"
Everyone became tense, realizing something was terribly wrong.
The Heavenly Dao Emperor must be injured, and badly, possibly beaten back by the group of Ancestors from the God Realm.
If the Heavenly Dao Emperor lost, who could contend with the Space-Time Human Ancestor? Who could withstand the many Ancestors of the God Realm?
Ji Fanxin remained calm and composed, serene as an orchid. She glanced at the still-struggling Truth Emperor's corpse, her brow slightly furrowed.
After all, it was an Ancestor with considerable combat power. If it truly broke free, it would ruin everything.
"Descendants of the Truth Emperor, step forward!" she said.
The descendants of the Truth Emperor were naturally the former Holy Clan members, now the God-Defying Clan.
The God-Defying Clan had suffered a great calamity hundreds of thousands of years ago, nearly wiped out.
Apart from the Moon Tribe represented by the Moon God, only the remnant sheltered by Old Wine Ghost, Yu Yao, and Bai Qinger in Xinghuantian remained.
But the entire Xinghuantian had been annihilated in the Sword Realm star domain, including Yu Yao and all the clan members.
Bai Qinger and the Moon God stepped forward first.
The Moon God looked at Zhang Su'e and Zhang Beize, her tone somewhat indifferent: "You two, step forward as well."
The two were stunned, looking together at Wu Yue.
Wu Yue nodded to them, offering no explanation.
"Shua! Shua! Shua! Shua!"
Ji Fanxin used her spiritual power to envelop the four, transporting them to four positions within the Truth Emperor's universe realm form. Then, she stripped the Witch Ancestor's origin power from the Truth Emperor's corpse and struck it into their divine seas.
This Witch Ancestor's origin power was carried by the fragments of the Truth Emperor's physical body and divine soul that had been knocked off during the battle at the Jade Emperor Realm.
It was the most important power of the Truth Emperor's corpse.
As long as this power was stripped away, the combat power of the Truth Emperor's corpse would fall below "Always One," making it much easier to suppress!
"I am the Hall Master of the Truth Divine Temple. I once cultivated with the Heart of Truth. I can also bear the power of the Truth Emperor."
Xiang Chunan flew towards the universe realm form in the distant starry sky.
Although Xiang Chunan was not a descendant of the Truth Emperor, his cultivated divine path highly overlapped. He could even seize this corpse if he wanted to.
The five reached their personal limits before Ji Fanxin stopped.
"If he tries to break free, you know what to do," Ji Fanxin said.
"Rest assured!"
Bai Qinger turned into a beam of light, landing on the brow of the Truth Emperor's corpse, standing beneath the heavenly pillar-like Heavenly Mechanism Brush.
The divine source within her was filled with the Witch Ancestor's origin power, on the verge of exploding.
The Moon God, Zhang Beize, Zhang Su'e, and Xiang Chunan successively descended onto the Truth Emperor's corpse.
With their cultivation levels, they were not qualified to participate in Ancestor-level combat, nor did they have the power to influence the battle. But now, they could assist Ji Fanxin in suppressing an Ancestor, thereby weakening the God Realm's combat power.
This great calamity of the world originally had no chance of victory.
But if everyone could bear a burden and contribute their strength, the pressure on Emperor Chen would naturally decrease.
Victory had to be fought for by everyone!
Having resolved the threat of the Truth Emperor's corpse, Ji Fanxin looked towards several directions in the universe and transmitted a message: "Are you all ready?"
...
The Fate Divine Domain, wrapped in space rules like a floating island, flew along a tributary of the Santu River towards the Northern Universe.
The trillions of cultivators under the Fate Divine Temple had not gone to the God Realm; they were all assembled here. On the Fate Divine Mountain, the Twelve Palaces, the foot of the mountain, and the various city domains, war flags blotted out the sky, a sea of people.
The Palace Masters of each palace, the Venerables of the Judgment Department and the Fate Department, Que, Blood Butcher, Qing Feiwei, Hai Shangming Palace, Yan Ju... all the new generation of powerhouses were among them.
Feng Tian stood outside the temple on the Fate Divine Mountain, in white robes and a divine crown, exuding the majesty of a Hall Master. She responded to Ji Fanxin in the most ordinary tone: "The cultivators under the Fate Divine Temple are assembled and awaiting orders, having entered the Northern Universe."
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Another tributary of the Santu River.
Qi Daren, the Xuan Gu Nine-Eyed Dragon God, the Death God Temple Hall Master Hu Shang Old Woman... and other divine realm giants, were speeding along, driving the Tiannan Life-Death Ruins and the Time-Space Death God Tree.
Behind them was an endless army of the Death Clan.
There were gods, with divine realm worlds containing the Yin Realm. There were gods, with divine throne planets floating above their heads. There were Great Saints, moving planets.
The entire Death Clan was on a forced march.
Qi Daren had given a death order: the entire clan must arrive in the Northern Universe within half a day, even if it meant burning their lifespan and blood.
"Please rest assured, Ancestor. The Death Clan will not miss the opportunity for battle."
Qi Daren responded to Ji Fanxin with his spiritual power.
...
"The Five Elements Temple has arrived!"
Zhen Yuan stepped out of the Santu River tributary, his body emitting ten-thousand-zhang divine glow, with an aura of ascension to immortality.
Behind him, a majestic divine mountain slowly moved out from space.
It was the Ten Thousand Life Divine Mountain where the Five Elements Temple was located.
The Ten Thousand Life Divine Mountain was shaped like a furnace, five-colored, with misty clouds, dyeing the surrounding star domain into five colors.
Driven by all the cultivators of the Five Elements Temple, the light of the Ten Thousand Life Divine Mountain surged a thousandfold. The Five Elements rules in the universe immediately became active, pouring into the Santu River tributary, converging towards the Northern Universe along the Santu River.
Zhen Yuan had already discussed with Ji Fanxin, intending to use the power of the Five Elements to push Emperor Chen's cultivation to the peak of "Always One."
Emperor Chen wanted to sacrifice himself to save the world.
But Zhen Yuan wanted to tell Emperor Chen that there were many in the world willing to sacrifice themselves for him.
Sometimes, Emperor Chen didn't have the final say; the people of the world did.
The young Daoist Qingfeng was worried: "Master, if we move the Five Elements Temple and bring all its cultivators to the Northern Universe for the Ancestor decisive battle, the Temple Master will surely disapprove, thinking we are leading the Five Elements Temple to destruction."
"It's fine. The Temple Master might not come back alive," said the young Daoist Mingyue, hands on her hips, unconcerned.
Zhen Yuan Da Zun smiled: "That makes sense."
...
"Boom!"
Space near a tributary of the Santu River was torn open by blood-red clouds, revealing a corner of a wing-shaped great world.
Soon, ten wing-shaped great worlds appeared together, a shocking sight, like a blood-red bat that could swallow the star sea.
Bing Huang stood atop the Undying Divine City at the center of the Ten-Winged World, his figure tall and straight, his face handsome and noble, his white hair bound with a jade crown.
After refining the Ancestor divine source within the Hidden Corpse, he had broken through to the Half-Ancestor realm.
He said: "Cultivators of the Undying Blood Clan above the Saint realm have gone to conquer the God Realm. Most of the clan members below the Saint realm are here, awaiting orders."
Hearing this, Xiao Hei's face changed slightly.
In an Ancestor-level decisive battle, what were cultivators below the Saint realm doing here?
The power of all living beings?
This power was of no help to the battle situation.
Xiao Hei guessed what the Undying Blood Clan intended to do. Silently, he flew towards the Ten-Winged World, arriving beside Bing Huang. He said nothing, just stood there firmly.
This was a war that could not be won!
But even if it was like moths flying into a flame, even if the price was immense, they had to fight on.
Because there was no other choice!
Bing Huang glanced at him, his lips moving, but in the end, he did not persuade him. His gaze remained unwavering, fixed on the place where Emperor Chen's blood qi surged out.
...
"Hua!"
Chan Bing, Yan Shu Chan Shi, and Jue Miao Chan Nu, driving the Luo River, rushed out of the Santu River tributary, arriving at this star domain.
...
God Realm, Heavenly Beginning Self-Ending Mountains.
"Heavenly Mother, Lady Shiji, if you two come to die, that's fine, but why bring those ants?" Fu Rong's voice boomed, carrying far.
Amidst the mountains, curses erupted.
"Fu Rong, old man! Today, you must witness the wrath of all living beings!" It was the voice of the Blood Absolute Clan Leader.
He had relied on the thirty-two pairs of Ancestor blood wings of the Ancestor Hidden to wrap around and break through the cyan clouds, so his voice was very close to the summit wasteland.
Relying on the blood qi contained in the thirty-two pairs of Ancestor blood wings, the Blood Absolute Clan Leader had forcibly broken through the Half-Ancestor bottleneck.
This was his confidence in daring to charge alone into the Heavenly Beginning Self-Ending Mountains!
How could he let the Desolate Heaven old dog steal the unparalleled glory of being the "first to ascend"?
"What's wrong with ants? Today, the army of ants will slay an Ancestor."
The voice of Pan Yuan Ancient God transmitted to the Heavenly Beginning Self-Ending Mountains.
"Kill to the wasteland, dismember Fu Rong, the old bastard! Drink his blood, eat his flesh, swallow his soul, and leave the bones for me! Hear that, cultivators of the Undying Blood Clan, Rakshasa Clan, and Ghost Clan? Leave the bones for me!"
Ming Gu was very excited, closely following behind the Heavenly Mother, afraid of being called a coward again.
...
Fu Rong's face was very gloomy. He felt that these contemporary Half-Ancestors had no reverence for Ancestors at all. "Seeking death! A group of ignorant mortals. Do they really think they can survive by meddling in Ancestor-level combat? Let them reach the summit, and sacrifice them with the Floating Sky Thousand Rivers."
The Floating Sky Thousand Rivers were the thousands of rivers suspended above the wasteland.
Some were hundreds of miles wide, some thousands of miles wide. They were the strongest means arranged here by the Space-Time Human Ancestor.
Even the Second Confucian Ancestor had lamented that with his spiritual power attainment, he might not be able to retreat unscathed if he entered.
"The River of Time has changed. I'll go there first! Leave this to you!"
Fu Rong turned and headed towards the main altar. Only with the power of the main altar could he enter the time tributary where the Sword Realm star domain was located at the fastest speed.
Suddenly, Fu Rong sensed something.
He looked down at the cultivators of the Godfall Clan, who were dressed in silver robes.
These Godfall Clan cultivators, their entire bodies hidden within the silver robes, were rapidly moving towards the edge of the wasteland, intercepting the army of ten thousand realms and ten thousand clans climbing the mountain.
"Someone has infiltrated!"
Fu Rong became alert and used his spiritual power to investigate.
But the other party's cultivation was extremely high, existing above the Indestructible Infinite. Their heavenly secrets were concealed, and they carried treasures that could counter Ancestor calculations.
Given several hours, he could certainly find them.
"Forget it. With their cultivation, even if they self-destruct their divine sources, they can't break the defenses around the main altar."
Fu Rong sent a reminder to the Xuan Emperor's remains, then rushed into the swirling clouds beneath the main altar, heading for the River of Time.
On the wasteland, a man of the Godfall Clan in a silver robe gazed at the distant main altar.
"Was I detected?"
Chi Kunlun's body was as small as dust, hidden within the divine sea of this Godfall Clan man, one of the billions of particles within his body.
Even if an Ancestor had countless spiritual thoughts, finding him among these countless particles would be as difficult as ascending to heaven.
Seeing Fu Rong leave for the River of Time and the main altar unguarded, Chi Kunlun saw a rare opportunity.
So, he prepared to go against the flow, heading for the main altar.
"The main altar cannot be destroyed by you or me. Don't seek death. The spirit within the Xuan Emperor's remains is an Ancestor. With him sitting there, you would be annihilated before even getting close to the main altar."
Another silver-robed figure appeared before him.
Chi Kunlun recognized the voice. It was the missing Tai Shang of the Yama Clan.
Clearly, the Yama Tai Shang had infiltrated the God Realm earlier than him and was hiding deeper.
Chi Kunlun said: "I know. The possibility of success is minuscule. But even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance, I have to try. Doesn't Tai Shang know that the army of ten thousand realms and ten thousand clans climbing the mountain is being annihilated in droves every moment? Aren't they afraid of death? They are, but they still have to go."
"Even if they climb up, they will die!"
The Yama Tai Shang said: "The Floating Sky Thousand Rivers are more terrifying than the outer Ancestor formation. The methods of an Immortal are not something ordinary Ancestors can solve. Even if the Immortal's true body has been lured to the lower universe by Emperor Chen, the gap between Ancestors and Ancestors is greater than you imagine."
Chi Kunlun was stunned, looking at the glowing rivers floating above.
"See that sea formed by the convergence of formation inscriptions at the center of the Floating Sky Thousand Rivers? Destroy that, and the power of the Floating Sky Thousand Rivers will be at least halved," the Yama Tai Shang said.
Chi Kunlun said: "I'll go."
"When Desolate Heaven and Blood Absolute reach the summit, the Xuan Emperor's remains will inevitably focus their attention on them. Then we will act together. There is only one chance, and we must be absolutely decisive," the Yama Tai Shang said.
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"Haha, Desolate Heaven, you old dog! Can't even beat a group of formation beast souls? You've regressed too much!"
The Blood Absolute Clan Leader, empowered by thirty-two pairs of Ancestor blood wings, was not much slower than a true Ancestor. He quickly caught up with Desolate Heaven.
As soon as he engaged the formation beast souls chasing Desolate Heaven, the Blood Absolute Clan Leader couldn't laugh anymore. They were too strong. A single claw strike was comparable to a Half-Ancestor's blow.
And it wasn't just one claw, but seven or eight claws.
Equivalent to seven or eight Half-Ancestors attacking simultaneously.
Fortunately, these formation beast souls had low combat skills and intelligence, and their attacks were only basic. Otherwise, this first wave alone would have sent the Blood Absolute Clan Leader to his death.
"How do you feel now?"
Desolate Heaven had long been forced back to his original form, a stone man, constantly burning his lifespan and blood to maintain peak combat power.
In this state, Desolate Heaven's combat power surpassed the Half-Ancestor peak.
"Very easy! Just a group of formation beast souls! You should know that although I, the Clan Leader, have just entered the Half-Ancestor realm, my combat power is still above the mid-Half-Ancestor level."
The Blood Absolute Clan Leader activated the Lightning Esoterica, releasing dozens of bright electric arcs, tearing a pouncing formation beast soul into pieces.
These formation beast souls had no life force and could not reconstitute their bodies. Once dispersed, they were annihilated.
The Blood Absolute Clan Leader was not boasting. Both he and Desolate Heaven had cultivated two perfect Second-Rank Divine Paths. They were prodigies who, besides Zhang Ruochen, Chi Yao, and Yan Wushen, could still cross realms and fight upwards even at the Half-Ancestor level.
Yan Wushen, at the Half-Ancestor peak, could cross a major realm and contend with an Ancestor.
The Blood Absolute and Desolate Heaven, at the early Half-Ancestor stage, even without burning lifespan and blood, had combat power above the mid-Half-Ancestor level and below the Half-Ancestor peak.
With the empowerment of thirty-two pairs of Ancestor blood wings, the Blood Absolute Clan Leader dared to challenge the Half-Ancestor peak.
"Good! Since you're handling it so easily, I'll leave all these formation beast souls to you!"
Desolate Heaven used an escape technique, diving into the ground.
Immediately, the Blood Absolute Clan Leader was surrounded by a swarm of formation beast souls. He was soon injured, forced to burn his divine blood and lifespan to fight, cursing continuously.
"Boom!"
A Xuan-Yellow giant handprint fell from the mountaintop, hitting the ground and creating a giant pit ten thousand miles long.
Half-Ancestor blood seeped from the pit.
The rubble and blood re-condensed into Desolate Heaven's Half-Ancestor body.
He knelt on one knee in the giant pit, his whole body trembling.
An Ancestor's slap from across the air had severely injured him.
The Ancestor Dharma Form of the Xuan Emperor's remains slowly rose beside the giant pit. Inside, Xuan-Yellow qi was dense, Ancestor rules interwoven, and faint thunderous sounds could be heard from within its chest cavity.
Just a Dharma Form, but its power and aura pressed down on Desolate Heaven's body, preventing it from solidifying, covered in cracks.
The Ancestor Dharma Form raised its ten-thousand-mile-sized hand again, carrying a destructive energy storm, and struck towards the pit.
Desolate Heaven's eyes were deep and gloomy. He was about to use the Da Yan Qiankun Imprint given to him by Zhang Ruochen when he heard the Blood Absolute Clan Leader's roar in his ear.
"Five Layers of Sea!"
Blood Sea, Fire Sea, Death Mist Sea, Lightning Sea, and Dark Sea—five boundless divine seas appeared above his head.
Except for the Dark Sea, the other four divine seas contained more than fifty percent of the Esoterica.
"Rumble."
The Dharma Form's handprint fell, and the five seas boiled. The Blood Absolute Clan Leader vomited blood wildly.
Even burning divine blood and lifespan, he couldn't withstand it.
"Good... good powerful cultivation. Just... just an Ancestor Dharma Form. This Xuan Emperor's remains are not a fake like Fu Rong. They have... have real skills..."
The Blood Absolute Clan Leader gritted his teeth, his skin constantly cracking, blood seeping out more and more.
Desolate Heaven looked into the distance and saw that the Ancestral Dragon's corpse was blocking the group of formation beast souls, allowing the Blood Absolute Clan Leader to break free and come to his aid.
Clearly, the Dragon Lord, like the Blood Absolute, had paid the price of his lifespan to pass through the cyan clouds early and catch up.
Thus, the three most talented experts of the Heavenly Court Universe and the Hell Realm gathered here.
"Neither life nor death; life and death are up to me."
Desolate Heaven released his divine realm world, and space immediately expanded in all directions.
This vast divine realm world was vibrant with life on one side and filled with death qi on the other.
Desolate Heaven split into two, standing back to back, with two heads and four arms.
One was like a world-covering demon god, holding a stone axe, his entire body petrified, standing on an ocean of death qi.
The other Desolate Heaven was a Buddhist cultivator, with life qi condensing behind him into a divine tree reaching the sky.
"Hua!"
Desolate Heaven transformed into a beam of life-and-death light, charging out of the handprint pit, wielding the stone axe, and fiercely striking the Ancestor Dharma Form.
The two joined forces, each using their strongest combat techniques, forcing the Ancestor Dharma Form to retreat continuously.
"Say, if you and I join forces, can we fight an Ancestor?"
The Blood Absolute Clan Leader fought with great pleasure, his battle intent growing stronger.
Desolate Heaven was not as optimistic as the Blood Absolute Clan Leader. "Help me reach the summit. I will self-destruct my divine source to severely wound him. After I die, don't let anyone bully Qinger... Forget it, you don't have the final say anyway."
The Blood Absolute Clan Leader was initially moved by his emotions, his heart heavy.
But hearing the last sentence, he immediately became indignant!
What Desolate Heaven was worried about was nothing more than Bai Qinger being bullied by Emperor Chen's divine consorts in the future. As Emperor Chen's maternal grandfather, couldn't he handle such a small matter? Didn't he have any face? Who was being looked down upon?
"How about I, the Clan Leader, reach the summit? My Blood Absolute Clan may not have much else, but we have plenty of descendants. Unlike you, with only one daughter, you might end up without an heir!" the Blood Absolute Clan Leader said.
Desolate Heaven did not believe the Blood Absolute had the ability to get close to the Xuan Emperor's remains.
He was confident he could get close and self-destruct his divine source because he held the full-power strike granted by Emperor Chen.
"Emperor Chen has fallen. The Northern Universe is blood-red. The battlefield on the River of Time is already lost. The hope of the entire universe rests on us."
"Today, besides charging up the Heavenly Beginning Self-Ending Mountains, we have no other way out."
Yan Wushen's divine voice resounded through the Heavenly Beginning Self-Ending Mountains.
He had paid the price of injury to break through the blockade of the Darkness Venerable, transforming into a Six Paths Reincarnation Seal tens of thousands of miles in diameter, surpassing all cultivators, and charging onto the summit wasteland.
This was a piece of bad news that no one could accept!
But Yan Wushen had no reason to deceive everyone at this moment. Deception would only affect morale, plunging everyone into despair.
The only explanation.
Emperor Chen had truly fallen, and they could no longer place their hopes on the River of Time.
Abandon illusions, burn the boats, fight with their backs to the wall.
"Emperor Chen has lost. The sacrificial calamity light will be unstoppable. In a few days, the entire universe will be annihilated. We can't go back... can't go back..."
"Since we can't go back, then charge! Then fight!"
"Kill to the Heavenly Beginning Self-Ending Mountains, conquer the God Realm! The God Realm will be our future home!"
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All the cultivators seemed to have gone mad. Not one cherished their life anymore. They howled and roared, their battle cries shaking the heavens.
Emperor Chen's fall naturally brought grief, but no one wore grief on their faces, only hatred and killing intent.
They did not fall into despair. This was a true fight with their backs to the wall.
"Yan Wushen, I've been waiting for you!" the Xuan Emperor's remains said.
As soon as the Six Paths Reincarnation Seal flew to the summit of the mountains, the Floating Sky Thousand Rivers surged towards it.
These rivers were composed of multiple Ancestor formations.
The currents were filled with talisman imprints, formation inscriptions, and time rules, all the work of the Space-Time Human Ancestor.
"Rumble!"
Even with Yan Wushen's cultivation, he couldn't withstand it. It was like being struck by a series of Ancestor palm strikes.
"Bang!"
His already injured body was struck with over a dozen cracks. He used the Six Paths Reincarnation Mirror to protect himself and retreated down the mountain.
His injuries worsened.
The Swastika Azure Dragon was a bloody mess, its consciousness scattered, falling off his body, unable to fight any longer.
"Splash!"
One wide river after another, like primeval waterfalls, carrying the Ancestor's destructive energy, flowed down from various directions towards the foot of the mountain.
Screams, curses, and roars rang out continuously.
"These rivers contain the formation power of the Immortal. Touch them and you die."
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"Who says you must die? As long as it's a formation, it can be destroyed. I'll clear the way."
Luo Shengtian blocked a group of Rakshasa gods who wanted to flee, then charged head-on into the flowing formation river, colliding with it.
The moment they collided, his divine source self-destructed.
"Boom."
The formation river was destroyed for tens of thousands of miles.
Luo Sha Nüdi only watched coldly, biting her lip tightly. Without a word, she led a large group of Rakshasa gods to continue charging forward.
"I'll clear the way! Push it back!"
"Self-destructing the divine source really works! All the way up, level it! Next, me!"
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Behind her, Rakshasa gods continuously ignited their entire bodies, like fireballs, charging into the formation rivers, opening a path for the army behind.
"Every inch of land, every inch of blood. Crushed bones pave the way forward. The summit is very close. Use blood and crushed bones to pave the way up. Xue Hongchen and Feng Chen Sword God both died today."
Feng Chen Sword God flew past Ni Xuan Bei Shi, turning into a sword light, colliding with the formation river, then erupting into a dazzling destructive storm in the distance.
"Shura Clan, it's yours from now on!"
Ni Xuan Bei Shi threw this sentence to Lan Ying, then followed Feng Chen Sword God, crashing into the formation river flowing down from the wasteland.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
...
One god after another self-destructed their divine sources, shattering the Space-Time Human Ancestor's formation rivers. Each had an indomitable spirit, only to pave a path for the cultivators behind.
What were the Floating Sky Thousand Rivers? What was the Space-Time Human Ancestor?
They couldn't decide how to live, but they would control how they died.