The peerless black hand that covers the sky

Chapter 1124 Those who suffer the bitterness of the leaves will eventually face retribution!

"The difficulty of performing the sacrificial ceremony is not just a saying; it is a real and insurmountable chasm!"

The voice in the shadows sighed, "We are fortunate to have been nurtured by the Demon Ancestor and promoted by the Heavenly Emperor. Reaching the pinnacle and becoming Immortal Emperors is already a stroke of luck. We even reaped the enormous benefits of an era, stealing the glory of the Ancestral Court's era. Ultimately, to condense a Bitter Leaf Dao Lord is already the greatest stroke of luck..."

"By taking advantage of the existence of this Dao Lord, I have been trying to comprehend the mysteries of the Dao of Sacrifice. Over the long years, the more I have gained, the more frustrated I have become."

"Unless something unexpected happens, we can only ever say that we're close to that field, but we'll never be able to truly step into it!"

"However, there is always a way out... When the righteous path is blocked, it is worth looking at the unorthodox path."

Of course, there are unorthodox and unorthodox methods.

Have you not heard of the perilous highlands, the strange and mysterious ancestor?

However, the price is high; one must die to achieve it.

By relying on the legacy of the supreme being, one can be reborn and ascend to the level of the sacrificial path.

Of course, such an achievement in the Dao of Sacrifice can only be described as a "lame" Dao of Sacrifice, the true floor tile of this realm, and the unit of measurement for combat power.

Any peerless genius who ascends to the Path of Sacrifice through his own abilities could easily defeat four or five lame Path of Sacrifice opponents, and even take one or two down with him... Right, Pollen Emperor?
The crippled ritual path is incomplete, lacking the crucial understanding of "sacrifice," and relies on external forces to overcome the mystery of reviving from deathly silence, comprehending the annihilation of all paths, the non-existence of everything, and the nirvana of the self.

but!
Even the most inept priest can easily crush 99% of the world's immortal emperors; he'll only run into obstacles in front of overlords and Dao lords!

"However, the crooked path is not so easy to take... Only after one flower withers can a hundred flowers bloom. The eeriness and ominousness of the past, the rebirth of the ancestor, was built on the fall of the owner of the three-life coffin, which is a different kind of whale fall."

"Furthermore, even if 'I' break through and achieve the Dao, I am no longer the original me; I am replaced by another will..."

"Not everyone can be like those ancient overlords. Even after they die, the abandoned and unfinished projects they casually leave behind are enough to make even the progenitors waver, scratch their heads, and willingly revive their original selves, share the Dao Fruit, and work hard with their own food and effort..."

"They've been sold out, and they're still helping the tyrant count the money... What kind of subtly influencing them has this made them?"

A silent reflection.

The ancient overlords committed countless evils, so many that it's impossible to list them all; nine out of ten overlords were wicked... However, their talent, ability, and wisdom should not be underestimated; they could easily tame the progenitor!

Until the rise of a treacherous general among the progenitors!

—If red hair did not grow in the sky, the eerie night would last forever!

"If we were to embark on the path of the progenitor, it would truly be a case of delivering goods to the door, like throwing meat buns at the Black Emperor—a one-way trip with no return."

"A superficial attempt is acceptable, but cultivating a strange immortal emperor body is the limit. Going any further is an abyss from which there is no return."

"But we can't bring ourselves to be ruthless or dirty our hands to do evil and commit any kind of atrocity like those ancient overlords."

"We are familiar with the methods of many Dao Lords, and some of them are friendly to us, giving us the most authentic and clear steps for the sacrificial ceremony... However, even without the limitations of favorable timing, location, and human relationships, it still tests one's wisdom and talent!"

"In the end, we had no choice but to turn to the oldest and most orthodox path... the Path of the Heavenly Emperor."

"Burning away all of one's own essence, sacrificing one's own Dao fruit, facing death to be reborn, leaping to the peak, and breaking into that realm..."

"But this approach is too risky and full of uncertainty. If it fails, it will be forever lost."

"Even if you are lucky enough to survive, you will completely lose your Dao fruit, and countless years of hard work will turn into nothing in a single day!"

The person in the shadows whispered, “This makes people hesitant and troubled... In fact, the very thought of being troubled proves that we are not suited for this path and lack the determination to give up everything.”

"Until that day!"

"When we joined hands to evolve the Lord of Bitter Leaf and experienced the highest mysteries of the world, we were suddenly struck by a sense of loss and change, as if some earth-shattering and terrifying changes had taken place in the human world."

"That was the time when the Immortal Emperor of this era was born, and at the moment when this era was reaching its peak, I had a feeling that an unparalleled black hand was reaching out from the void, covering the sky and manipulating the human world!"

"I can't see it clearly, I can't explain it, but with the most subtle sense, I'm certain that such a terrifying event is happening, disrupting the order of time and changing the course of human history..."

"A great calamity—an immeasurable calamity—is being conceived and evolving!"

"At first, we were shocked and terrified, wondering if it was the one who had wronged us the most that was coming to settle scores with us. We even prepared our own coffins."

"However, after waiting and waiting, we did not see the Heavenly Emperor Fist fly out of the sky and blast us into blood mist."

"Waiting around isn't going to work, so we decided to do something... During this time, someone suggested going over there to play tricks, find some cannon fodder to test the waters. After all, we have experience in this area. Back then, we infiltrated the Ancestral Court, became the tenth Dao Lord outside of the nine Dao Lords, recruited many Ancestral Court Immortal Emperors to join us, established an underground organization, and then secretly allied with the Pollen Emperor..."

"It wouldn't be wrong to repeat the same thing in this era."

"But just as we were thinking of doing that, a brilliant idea suddenly came to mind, and we couldn't help but want to try it in a certain direction!"

“We know this is very abnormal, very wrong, curiosity killed the cat…”

"But the temptation is too great!"

"Large enough for us to go all out!"

"Someone can control everything, manipulating the world, causing chaos and change... Does that mean that even 'I' have been split up, and that multiple versions of myself exist at the same time?"

"I have become 'we,' both the same and unrelated..."

"But one day, 'we' will come to an end, and I will become the only me again..."

"Under such circumstances, if we dare to try, take a gamble, strive for a sacrificial achievement, and forge ahead..."

"Whether it will succeed is uncertain, but at least we have the opportunity to try and fail!"

"This is a calamity, a danger, but also an opportunity!"

The voices in the shadows were stirring, slightly excited.

"You guys are really bold. You're willing to gamble on something that's just an uncertain possibility, a guess?"

Ye Qingxian sighed softly, silently empathizing with the gambling addict's mindset.

She was in a special emotional state, selfless and rational.

This state of mind is completely incompatible with the gambling addiction, creating a great conflict and contradiction.

Feeling this conflict, experiencing this contradiction, it's as if something frozen in time is about to break free and sprout.

"We're not entirely gambling..."

The hidden consciousness calmed down, "Because of your existence, compared to that irreversible, decisive sacrificial path, we have a buffer and preparation..."

"Once, the Desolate Emperor broke through in a desperate situation, betting everything and sacrificing his own Dao, and finally succeeded... We admit that we are not as good as him."

"Therefore, we must adjust the ritual, make it dynamic, and be flexible. It should be a ritual that leads to subsequent rituals, an orderly, soft-landing, and smooth ritual, so that the ritual process does not become a runaway horse. It should be a ritual that is stable and improves, a high-quality ritual..."

As Ye Qingxian listened, she felt a sudden hardness in her fists, even though she had become indifferent to most of her emotions and viewed the past as merely observing someone else's story. Yet, her blood pressure rose slightly, as if she couldn't bear to hear such words.

“You came into this world with a special mission, especially from the moment you chose to embark on the pollen road.”

"The Pollen Road... This is the path that led to the creation of a Sacrificial Heavenly Emperor, even more powerful than the Desolate Heavenly Emperor!"

"In terms of the ritual, it possesses an invisible blessing... not to mention that you also possess the essence blood of the Demon Ancestor that we have refined."

"When you offer yourself as a sacrifice, or the Tao as a sacrifice, the chances of escaping unscathed are very high..."

"And hitchhiking... we're experts at that!" "Therefore, we've revived the bloodline within you, combined it with our laws, and evolved a phantom Immortal Emperor's Dao Fruit to offer as a sacrifice to you!"

"The Dao Fruit is illusory, but ultimately it is also a part of us, an extension of us..."

"This is a preliminary attempt, a unique experience... It's not that we don't have other outstanding individuals among our descendants, but they are just too outstanding. If we dare to make such a request, we'll be put in a sack in no time."

"I can't grasp it at all!"

Emperor Ye.

Jiang Mozu.

These two descendants are indeed outstanding, but too outstanding. Which one is a good person or an easy target?

"I'm a little angry..."

Ye Qingxian's emotions fluctuated even more, and her pretty face tightened.

"It's our fault!" the person in the shadows chuckled. "You've had your share of trouble, and we've outmaneuvered you..."

"I'll use your hand to conduct a tentative ritual, drawing upon the fires of the vast sky and the flames of the ancient universe to see if it can withstand the test..."

"At that time, the Dao Fruit was illusory... but for us, it can be real if we want to."

"However, some cleanup work still needs to be done."

"You did it, you succeeded, you were reborn in the supreme flames..."

"This is your success, and it is also where our hopes lie!"

"You hold our funeral, you hold our grand ceremony, and in the dying flames, we live on in the face of death..."

"Compared to rashly performing the ritual, we now have far greater chances of success!"

Come, child!

"Give us one last push, elevate our Dao Fruit, and storm into the world of eternal silence!"

The voice in the shadows encouraged.

"Ow!"

The energy field around Ye Qingxian surged violently, and the flames shone even brighter, as if some achievement was being perfected and filled at its root.

Something invisible is burning, constantly collapsing and disappearing, as if it is embarking on a path that transcends limits, rises above the world, and jumps out of the so-called eternity, where all cause and effect are extinguished!
Towards death and silence, to vanish and fall from the world, one is no longer in the Dao, and all rules and order will lose their meaning and become unrestrained.

"That's it...so wonderful..."

"If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening..."

More than one sigh echoed, growing ever more ethereal, as if drifting further and further away, heading towards great freedom, great perfection, and great liberation!

but!
Just when it seemed to have reached its peak, a sudden exclamation rang out, "Wait! Something's not right!"

"Where did this come from?"

Panic, tension, disbelief... and so on, the list goes on.

same moment.

Ye Qingxian's eyes were dazed, and the faint image of a cauldron appeared in the field around her!
It was as if some kind of will emerged through her Dao Fruit, creating ripples.

"What are you babbling about? Old Deng, this is the real surprise!"

"Road sign...road sign!"

"Awake, awakened, unaware of being a guest in a dream..."

"Back then, hitching a ride on the Great Dream of Eternity was quite comfortable, wasn't it?"

"Have you figured out how to repay the price behind this gift of fate?"

"Go, scattered in the time that has reversed life and death, and confused the past and present, use your sacrificial process to play the climax of the eternal dream..."

"Without your existence, how could I break free from the deepest, most selfless dream? If you were not the path of sacrifice, how could you bring me these strange and profound emotions?"

"Those who suffer the consequences will eventually face retribution..."

The girl's gaze was sometimes sharp, sometimes hazy, a strange thought flowing through her mind before finally fading away.

At this moment, she seemed to wake up from a dream, her eyes glazed over.

"I seem to have done something... and forgotten something..."

She tilted her head, scratching it in confusion, and faintly heard some kind of mournful cry.

"Heavenly Emperor, please let me explain..."

Ye Qingxian blinked, then blinked again, becoming even more lively, as if some of her former vivacity had returned to her.

"Did I hear wrong? Or were our ancestors hallucinating from the burning?"

"Where is the Heavenly Emperor Lao Deng? I can't see him."

She looked around, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

……

"almost!"

"After a long and arduous journey, the fruits of our wisdom are finally about to be realized!"

One after another, the Immortal Emperors looked exhausted, but their spirits were incredibly high.

They stand in the depths of eternal unknown, each one descending like a supreme road.

Their numbers were so great, numbering as many as three thousand, that they could shake the era and terrify the emperors of the time.

This is a remnant of the ancestral court era, the backbone of that era, and it has not given up stirring up trouble and disrupting the world in this era.

"The path of evolution is spiritual, it has become a spirit, and it is intertwined with our bloodline..."

They looked at the very core, where a blurry placenta lay, and what kind of spiritual light was evolving within it.

"I can assert that such a stroke of luck has never happened before, and it is unlikely to happen again in the future!"

One of the Celestial Emperors said, "We complement each other, and by taking advantage of the special nature of this era, our paths of evolution have merged in a unique way. We have inherited and integrated our lineage through bloodlines, and ultimately created such a...sacred being!"

"Has the mark of reincarnation been imprinted?" he asked.

"It's in!"

A refined but slightly sickly-looking man said softly, "It's right there!"

A blurry lotus flower imprint appears!