A journey of survival starting from Zhetian

Chapter 667 The Long Night: With Me
The bizarre supreme being, with three heads and six arms, nine eyes, and a mouth but no nose, changed his expression drastically.

Looking at the terrifying array that had already covered him, and noticing the three "companions" beside him who seemed so close yet so far away, his mind became even more unsettled.

As someone who has reached the pinnacle of power, how could he not see that he was now in grave danger, gradually moving toward the edge of eternal oblivion?

At this moment, besides fear, resentment and hatred towards Xiong Mo, this strange and supreme being was also filled with profound confusion: "How can you, this mad emperor, still unleash such terrifying offensive techniques?"

"Your path leads to the origin, and although you are stronger than us, you are only slightly stronger. Continuously and uninterruptedly casting two spells that nearly defy the rules of the heavens should have depleted most of your strength. Why are you still able to persist and cast a third one?!"

"If we include that mysterious spear strike at the very beginning, which none of us could see or understand, this is the fourth time we've unleashed an attack of this caliber!"

"Even if they weren't exhausted, their combat strength and condition should have dropped to rock bottom; that would be logical!"

Indeed, if a normal creature at the end of the road were to do this, it would basically be a mutual destruction, dragging its enemy down with it to eternal oblivion.

But is Xiong Mo a normal being at the end of the road?

Obviously, no.

It is impossible for a normal being at the end of the path to cultivate five Dao Fruits.

Normal beings at the end of their journey would not begin using sacrificial rituals before they have reached the point of "awaiting sublimation at the end of their journey".

Normal beings would never be able to merge with something like the "half a Dao Fruit" in the [Gray Mist Space] and complete it to "62% of a Dao Fruit".

In essence, the "person" named "Xiong Mo" at present is a transcendent Dao fruit with a completeness of 62%, which has been activated in the "Covering the Sky World".

Since He reached the end of the cultivation system and ascended the precipice of the path, no living being could contend with Him anymore.

To defeat Him, one must either cause His condition to deteriorate to an insurmountable degree, overwhelm Him with unparalleled combat power, or strike Him with a single blow until all paths vanish, leaving Him with no means of recovery.

The special nature of the sacrificial animals needs no further explanation.

Among those who have reached the end of the road, apart from the "extraordinary" level Immortal Emperors like Shi Hao, who are also beyond reason and can chase after the Great Tyrannosaurus Rex level beings, Xiong Mo, whose current cultivation has already reached the threshold of the Great Tyrannosaurus Rex, has no other beings at the end of the road whose combat power would exceed his capacity.

Therefore, He, now in perfect condition within the realm of the end of the road, will not be defeated.

Xiong Mo adjusted his breath slightly, and the hand seals in his hands changed again. The four seals pointed to the final tribulation and to the absolutely blank sword light, which appeared silently.

In an instant, all the rules and logic about "energy" evaporated, all the meaning of "matter" lost its foundation, the long river of time stopped flowing when the sword light fell, and the chaotic void turned into a dreamlike bubble.

Within the array, everything that can be perceived by the beings of the end of the road falls from "existence" to "non-existence." This is a reflection of the end times, a complete void, and one aspect of the "Tao," which is nameless, unknowable, and erroneous to speak of or explain.

"The Dao has no name, but it is given the name 'Lingbao'."

The words of divine will, which seemed to regard all things as illusions, came from Xiong Mo's mouth and echoed to the boundless horizon.

The next moment, a sword light, invisible to all living beings, bloomed from the clenched sword fingers, and the chaotic ocean fell silent.

All existing concepts, rules, and logic are affected and fall silent through their interconnected connections with "Earth Element".

The chaotic tides that should have been surging and crashing frothed, freezing into a foamy world that rose and fell with the turbulent waves of the ocean. It was as if time had been frozen, and the forward extension of history had been completely interrupted. Even in the central divine realm, Emperor Zhong Hao and Li Xiang, who were in a state of ultimate sublimation, had their "law" and "reason" frozen, their expressions filled with shock.

At some point, the array that covered everything dissipated, and time and space flowed once more above the chaotic ocean.

However, all the creatures that had just witnessed that terrifying scene remained silent.

At this moment, on the chaotic ocean.

Xiong Mo withdrew his sword finger, completely dispelling the apocalyptic true intent that had gathered within his body. He took a few breaths and gradually recovered.

He murmured to himself, “The previous three types of sacrificial Dao level techniques could be used a few more times if there were some gaps to catch one’s breath. But using the composite type of sacrificial Dao level technique, the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, was a bit of a struggle. I almost exhausted my source of power. No wonder Chu Feng had to perform a sacrificial Dao before he could use the sea sacrifice to submerge the Calamity Land.”

Sensing his own near-eternal annihilation, Xiong Mo shook his head slightly. Then, he reached out and beckoned to the four remaining parts that still retained some true spirit and consciousness, taking these four special "resources" into the burial coffin.

"But overall, it was worth it to destroy four strange supreme beings in one strike, pushing them to the brink of eternal annihilation and completely losing their ability to resist."

After sealing the seven Dao Fruits of the End of the Road, the seven different remnants of the Dao, and the seven different true spirits and consciousnesses inside the coffin, Xiong Mo began to use his own Dao power to inscribe special runes with a strange and eerie charm on the coffin, arranging them into a sacrificial scripture with a special direction.

It is precisely "The Way Back to Fuli".

In an instant, wisps of profound murmurs spread out from the boundless expanse, lingering within the coffin at the end of the road, causing the seven eerie supreme beings, who still retained some of their instincts, to utter painful wails.

In this torment that even the most supreme beings could not endure, one after another, bizarre and supreme consciousnesses were forcibly brought together by the pain, roaring loudly.

"Mad Emperor, what are you doing?!"

"The 'Tao' I cultivated, the 'Dharma' I possessed, and even the system I created are gradually disappearing!"

"My true spirit is being corrupted, and you, the mad emperor, will surely suffer retribution in the future!"

"No, you cannot deprive me of the fruit of the path to enlightenment! Let me be forever silent, let me be forever silent immediately!"

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Unending curses and indescribable wails echoed within the burial coffin, dissipating into the chaotic ocean and leaving behind lingering, eerie resonances. Listening to the sounds emanating from within the coffin, Xiong Mo continued expressionlessly inscribing three-dimensional runes anchoring their destinies and karmic connections. He gathered all traces they left behind in this world, as well as historical traces hidden in the long river of time, and forged them with the entire dark coffin into a profound and mysterious offering.

Xiong Mo took several steps back, spread his arms, and a gray haze flashed in his eyes. Using the entire chaotic ocean as an altar, the seven Dao Fruits at the end of the road before him as offerings, and the great battle just now as a ritual, he loudly chanted a series of ethereal and eerie sacrificial words.

[Fresh above the nine heavens, soaring high in the clouds]
In an instant, a terrifying aura of distortion, evil, ominousness, and eeriness surged forth, ultimately transforming into a gray void, swirling with a wisp of discontinuous mist.

[The night was dark, and the sun shone brightly.]
Strands of unique stars began to be reflected on the gray mist, and boundless clusters of light gathered beneath Him to form a vast ocean, condensing into handfuls of dreamlike bubbles.

[The past is gone, gone in an instant.]
Illusion and emptiness serve as the stage here, where a frenzied performance begins, singing one mad nursery rhyme after another that reveals the truth behind the madness.

[The four directions are incomplete, yet the divine spirit shines forth.]
A mysterious figure shrouded in heavy shackles walked over in the haze and illusion, opened its black and white eyes, and revealed a covetous desire.

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Once the complete sacrificial inscription was finished, the already chaotic river of time appeared distorted, even terrifying to creatures at the end of its path.

This extremely peculiar era, filled with "chaos" and "the unknown," and brimming with special possibilities, gradually became intertwined with the forefront of the long river of time. With a certain special rhythm, the meandering and spiraling gene chain, which resembled a violently distorted gene chain, constantly split and aggregated, continuously coupled and decoupled.

In a fleeting and secret moment, two eras that should have been unrelated became inexplicably connected.

In that seemingly endless yet extremely brief moment, the eerie figure shrouded in heavy shackles moved.

He stretched out his dark, massive hand, piercing through the boiling threads of time and karma, grasped the "offering" placed on the "altar," and with a gaping, empty mouth, swallowed it whole.

"Gulu.Gulu"

Two unrelated eras were severed a few breaths later, and a swallowing sound quietly echoed at the bottom of the River of Souls, sounding terrifying to the bone.

Conversely, the Guiyi Dao Fruit residing within Changye's body emitted melodious and ethereal murmurs, displaying an eerie sense of holiness.

The digestion began. The seven bizarre and supreme remains were the first to be dissolved, transforming into massive streams of dark matter that filled the Emperor's body, causing a qualitative leap in the strength of His blood and physique.

Following that were those mysterious and ominous spirits and consciousnesses. What they cultivated and learned transformed into a vast foundation, precipitating into a profound accumulation, expanding the breadth of the "Return to Oneness" cultivation system.

Finally, the seven cultivation systems extending to the ends of the road and the seven Dao Fruits at the ends of the road, under full-scale exploitation and dismantling, gradually transformed the "Dao" and "Dharma" contained within them into resources, providing nourishment for further advancement to the Dao Fruit.

Silently, his cultivation level climbed a little higher, completely crossing that threshold and reaching the "Great Tyrannosaurus" level.

Bound by the chains of divine rules, Changye raised his head, his eyes filled with profound darkness, and the smile on his lips was utterly insane.

"Hehehehe."

"Ahahahaha!"

The River of Souls, which had been calm for a long time, erupted in chaos with this burst of maniacal laughter.

The River of Souls, which had become crystal clear due to the long night, became turbid again. The soul matter that had accumulated over the years underwent an abnormal sublimation, and the rules and logic of the River of Souls began to twist and turn, resulting in an indescribable chaos.

The tranquil waters of the Soul River surged and churned, gathering into wave after wave of earth-shattering waves, followed by a series of shattering sounds, stirring up a world-shaking upheaval, rushing to infinite heights and then falling again, bringing the most complete destruction, seeking to unify all things.

Inside a dojo on the riverbank, as one colossal wave after another crashed towards them, a strangely powerful figure radiating a dim light looked terrified. "What's happening to the Soul River? Why is there such a terrifying upheaval?!"

The newly established Dark Quasi-Immortal Emperor was completely stunned. "All the 'Dao' and 'Dharma' have failed me! I can't sense them anymore! Have I been abandoned by all the Dao?!"

A newly ascended Dao Ancestor pointed to the hazy figure bound by divine chains of rules in the center of the River of Souls and exclaimed, "It's that great evil spirit imprisoned by the Primordial Ancestor! It has appeared! It is breaking free from the shackles laid down by the Primordial Ancestor!"

An unparalleled Dao Ancestor, who was already nearing the pinnacle, frowned and shouted, "What kind of existence are the Primordial Ancestors? The restrictions they set up cannot be broken even by the most powerful beings who have reached the end of their path. No matter how fierce that great ferocious being is, it has never reached the level of the Primordial Ancestors. How could it possibly do this?!"

However, at that very moment, a terrifying tearing sound came from above the River of Souls, silencing countless creatures standing on its banks.

The great ferocious creature that had been imprisoned by the ancestor broke free from one of its shackles!
The shackles that bound his right hand were torn apart!
"Clang! Boom!"

Changye pinched the rule chain in his left hand with his right hand and squeezed it hard. The five Dao Fruits of the End of the Road merged together, and the power of "the end of the road awaiting sublimation" was fully released. He used the sacrificial method to completely sacrifice the rule chain into a blank space, turning it into a part of the power of his own Dao Fruit of Return to the Dao.

The power increased slightly again. The long night did not stop. A wisp of grayish-brown chaotic energy, carrying confusion, fallacy, error, inversion, and eeriness, poured out and covered the entire River of Souls. With a series of loud noises, the remaining chains of divine rules all broke, and the vast River of Souls began to collapse completely, all of which were gathered into a part of Him.

Changye stopped laughing wildly, took a deep breath, straightened his somewhat disheveled appearance, and looked at the group of silent, eerie creatures on the banks of the Soul River.

With a bright smile, he greeted everyone, "Fellow Daoists, it's been a long time! How have you been?"

The supreme Dao Ancestor, who was on the verge of reaching the pinnacle, sensed waves of energy that were about to crush him into dust. He swallowed hard and hurriedly bowed, trembling.

He said with utmost respect, "I dare not... I dare not call myself a fellow Daoist with the Supreme One. I wonder what orders the Supreme One of the Long Night has for us? We will do our utmost to fulfill them."

As the Dao Ancestor finished speaking, the Dark Quasi-Immortal Emperors and the Supreme Dao Ancestors respectfully bowed. Those beings below the Supreme Realm prostrated themselves, not daring to look at the terrifying existence before them, minimizing their own presence as much as possible.

Changye's laughter turned manic again as he whispered, "He will try his best to fulfill my requests."

"Beneath the River of Souls, under the confinement of the Ancestor, I gradually comprehended certain special mysteries, seeing the 'non-existence' of all things from the 'existence' of all phenomena."

The long night reached out, and an eerie, indescribable hand directly grasped all the energy and matter within its field of vision, assimilating all "Tao" and "Law" into its own part.

"Then, let us all take another half step together and reach the pinnacle of sublimation!"

(End of this chapter)