A journey of survival starting from Zhetian

Chapter 669 Sword Seals the Battlefield
The tall, thin middle-aged Taoist looked down at his abdomen, staring at the blood-soaked imperial spear that had pinned him to the ground, his expression trembling.

His face contorted in pain as he murmured, "Impossible! I'm nearing that point where I can't advance any further. Apart from beings at the level of the progenitor, no other being in the world can inflict such severe damage on me. What exactly happened to you?!"

Changye showed a hint of surprise, but did not answer the Dark Immortal Emperor's question. "It can still speak, and its consciousness and true spirit can still operate in an orderly manner. It seems that the strength of my technique still needs to be improved."

He suddenly reached out and pierced through the body of the Dark Immortal Emperor once more, penetrating deep into the true spirit of the tall, thin middle-aged Taoist. He extracted the strands of Taoist insights, scattering wisps of eerie, hazy Taoist light, gradually sacrificing the Dao Fruit of the Great Tyrannosaurus level, transforming it into a part of the Dao Fruit of Returning to One.

In an instant, a painful groan escaped from the mouth of this Dark Immortal Emperor. He could clearly sense that not only were his own "Dao" and "Dharma" disappearing, but even the meaning of his own "existence" was being eroded. Both his true spirit and consciousness were becoming an indescribable part of him.

At this moment, bursts of power erupted from the end of the road, and several Dark Immortal Emperors of different shapes appeared. Without saying a word, they immediately unleashed several different Immortal Emperor techniques, traversing the Calamity Land and striking directly at the location of the Long Night, intending to annihilate it forever.

The commotion it caused was so great that it not only shattered a small part of the "multiverse" of the Calamity Land, but also caused endless rules and logic to tremble. The Dark Immortal Emperors who came to stop it were defeated in an instant. At that moment, all the Dark Immortal Emperors who were guarding the Calamity Land and had not gone to the battlefield of the heavens made their move.

Changye raised his head and looked at the several figures coming towards him and Lu Jin Gongfa. He calmly took out a Celestial Emperor Dao Fruit. "Including the one I nailed to the ground, there are currently five Dark Celestial Emperors in the Calamity Land. The number of Lu Jin beings is much more than I imagined."

Four attacks of varying strength, but all carrying unparalleled killing intent, descended.

The tearing sharpness suddenly pierced through His imperial body, shattered His imperial heart, and splattered blood, flesh, and bone fragments.

A wooden hammer, glowing with a ghastly green light, struck the doorway. The skull exploded silently, and a strange, ominous substance appeared along with the Immortal Emperor's primordial spirit.

A heavy shield, resembling a gate panel, swept across from the void, striking into consciousness and true spirit. Its sharp edge vibrated the remaining spirit, obliterating the immortality of the level at the end of the path.

The thick, black staff pierced through cause and effect and destiny, split the long river of time, unleashed boundless power, stirred up the past years and history, and went into eternal silence along the traces of existence, burying everything.

Similarly, the tall, thin middle-aged Taoist priest beside Changye also entered eternal silence amidst the aftershocks of the various attacks.

A figure with long hair tied up, resembling a female Daoist, held a short sword and asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "The aura of the Long Night in the Calamity Land has dissipated. Has He entered eternal silence?"

Clad in dragon armor, shrouded in shadow, his figure resembled that of a child. He tossed the wooden hammer in his hand, his eyes filled with solemnity. “His life force is still there, it has not completely dissipated, and it is absolutely impossible for Him to enter eternal silence. Moreover, even we who have reached the pinnacle of our existence are not so easily destined for eternal silence.”

The giant, whose upper body was naked and covered with strange runes of the Road to the End, with a metal battle skirt around his waist, had four arms and was over ten meters tall, slowly walked out. “But my heavy shield has indeed pierced His true spirit and destroyed His consciousness. Even a being at the end of the road should find it difficult to make any further disguises on it.”

Suddenly, the three Dark Immortal Emperors' expressions changed. They looked at the faintly manifested River of Time, their expressions wary, ready to launch another attack.

But in the next instant, a figure with several bloody holes in its body, whose true spirit had been distorted, fell from the river of time into the calamity earth along with a broken black staff. Ten thousand roars rose up, the body shattered, bones scattered, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

This is the Dark Immortal Emperor who went to trace the past of the Eternal Night of Silence; he has been severely injured!
The three Dark Immortal Emperors narrowed their eyes, no longer hesitating, and stepped into the void, wielding Immortal Emperor weapons. Together, they plunged into the past, burning their source of power to unleash their Immortal Emperor attacks.

In an instant, ten thousand blades appeared, severing time, tearing apart ancient history, shattering the past, and cutting off timelines that stretched into the future.

Like a heavy shield slamming down, gathering countless fragments of the past, it shattered drop after drop of light reflecting the past, stirring up a roar of rules and laws.

The wooden mallet strikes a predetermined rhythm, shattering, reassembling, and twisting endless concepts into the most suitable principles and laws, subverting and destroying everything.

Suddenly, the three terrifying Immortal Emperor techniques merged into one, transforming into a world-shaking millstone that swept across the long river of time, heading towards the remnants of history in the long night, sweeping across the present world, and stirring up immeasurable karmic consequences.

"Come die!"

The three Dark Immortal Emperors roared, and the source of their ultimate power within their bodies burned even more fiercely. The destructive power of their offensive techniques quietly broke through a certain limit, determined to take away this great enemy at the cost of their own eternal annihilation.

Strands of shattered cosmic light rose from the distant past in response to the shock, transforming into a blood-stained spear, wielded by an unnamed, hazy Dao figure. Carrying boundless mystery, it swept across the sky, piercing straight into the core of the Great Millstone.

A silent roar exploded across the long river of time, and an earth-shattering upheaval spread across the vast land of Calamity. Drops of blood, like the weeping of the heavens, transformed into strange phenomena and poured down.

The sky has cracked, the Way has been broken, and the stable and orderly rules and logic are all turning into absurd and erroneous chaos, as if covered by a curtain, and a long night has descended upon the world.

At the same time, the beings who were comprehending the Dao in the land of Calamity were unable to stop the flow of blood tears mixed with chaotic energy from their eyes, and they roared in pain.

A supreme Dao Ancestor, on the verge of stepping into the realm of a half-step Immortal Emperor, wailed, "Why...why is this wrong! Why is the 'Dao' I see wrong!"

The flesh and bones of this bizarre Dao Ancestor were all deformed, deviating from "common sense," constantly approaching something indescribable, muttering, "But in this 'error,' I glimpsed the highest scenery at the end of the road. Is the 'Dao' truly wrong?"

Within the indescribable chaos, a groan arose: "Oh, I think I understand! This is the Floating Dawn, this is the Oneness, this is all things, this is the beginning, this is the Primordial Beginning!"

On the land of Calamity, strange creatures are undergoing distortions, their consciousness forms are experiencing terrifying changes, and the true spirits at their core are also emitting all sorts of bizarre and unbelievable splits and aggregations.

A hazy mist spread, extending from the myriad paths to the cultivation systems and evolutionary paths of the strange creatures, like a pollution more terrifying than dark matter, rapidly eroding everything and turning everything it extended into components of "chaos".

The Dark Immortal Emperors, each standing at the end of the Dao, sensed the abnormality of their established cultivation systems. They looked back and their expressions froze.

Beyond all the heavens and myriad realms.

Apart from the one suppressed by the Emperor in the Heavenly Emperor's Burial Pit, the three Dark Immortal Emperors blocked by the barrier were all extremely shocked and angry.

Si Wu's attacks, aimed at breaking through the formation, ceased. He roared in a low voice, "Chang Ye... how dare you!"

"The Soul River and its act of devouring those ants are one thing, they are merely reusable materials. But this act of integrating pollution into the cultivation system we created, thereby forcibly seizing a share of authority, is a provocation!"

"A serious provocation against our comrades!"

The Dark Immortal Emperor of the Ancient Underworld was also nameless, with wisps of eerie green corpse fire burning around him. If it weren't for the Ancestor's order for them to come and destroy all the heavens and myriad realms, and the difficulty of leaving before the task was completed, he would have wanted to rush back to the Calamity Land to suppress the Long Night with his many comrades and launch a reckoning against it.

His hoarse voice was filled with malice, "Long Night has indeed gone too far. We are all on the same path, all members who can rely on the plateau for recovery, yet we have committed such a provocative act. We will surely settle accounts with them in the future!"

However, Yongyu was somewhat different from his two fellow practitioners; he remained unusually calm about the pollution that had invaded his cultivation system.

He has already reached the end of the Dao. His current expansion of the cultivation system is only for the sake of combat power and as a way to improve his own ultimate source.

As for those beings who cultivate their own system, since no supreme Dao Ancestor has ever appeared who could reach the pinnacle of their path, they are merely ants and need not be taken seriously.

What Yongyu was even more concerned about was the incredibly subtle and extremely delicate indirect impact of this pollution on himself.

After pondering for a while, he glanced at his two fellow cultivators beside him and muttered to himself, "My combat strength has declined significantly, but my spiritual sense has become extremely sensitive. I can feel that after this pollution, which is like 'chaos,' flows through my cultivation system, a subtle 'unknown' is also being conceived."

Yongyu frowned slightly, hesitant and unsure, "This 'unknown' seems to be a very special kind of 'hope'?"

"But what kind of 'hope' could be even more bizarre and terrifying than the laws of our strange race?"

The battlefield of the heavens.

A dark immortal emperor, currently clashing with the Celestial Emperor, looked slightly dazed. "My system... has been corrupted?!"

Even the unnamed being, wielding several sharp blades and engaged in battle, was momentarily stunned. "This ferocious beast, while fighting against several fellow cultivators, has actually been distracted and corrupted by the cultivation system and evolutionary path prevalent in the Calamity Land, even those with only a high degree of humanity, showing no restraint whatsoever?!"

The Dark Immortal Emperor, who had been injured by several Celestial Emperors due to a distraction, coughed up blood and staggered back, roaring loudly, "Changye, has he gone mad?!"

"Not only did it break free from the shackles imposed by the Ancestor, but it also plunged into the Calamity Land. First, it wounded one fellow cultivator to the brink of eternal annihilation, then severely injured another in the River of Time, and now it has forced three more fellow cultivators to the point of burning their very essence, releasing this terrifying pollution to erode our cultivation system!" With a powerful strike that shattered countless paths and broke countless laws, nearly killing two Celestial Emperors to the brink of eternal annihilation, the Dark Immortal Emperor's expression was malevolent. "Eternal annihilation is not the end. When Changye returns from the plateau, I will surely come to settle accounts with everything!"

Arkas, who was "discussing the Dao" with six Celestial Emperors, felt this peculiar pollution and his expression slightly hardened.

He paid no attention to the problems in his own cultivation system. While suppressing the many paths to the highest level in front of him, he silently turned his gaze to the Calamity Land, pondering those extremely special "chaos".

In an instant, Arkas's expression changed repeatedly as he murmured to himself, "I seem to see a glimmer of hope in this, a chance to take another half-step forward?"

"Sacrifice to the Dao. This method of sacrificing the Dao of others is very similar to the realm where the Ancestor was, but its essence is completely different. Does this mean that it is possible to bypass some kind of limitation of primordial matter?"

Once one becomes a member of the Strange Clan, starting from the level of King to Emperor, one needs to absorb higher-level dark matter in order to break through smoothly. To break through from the realm of Supreme Dao Ancestor to the highest level of the Path of No Return, a massive amount of dark matter at the Path of No Return level is indispensable. One may even need the help of a wisp of primordial matter to have a greater chance of truly obtaining the Dao Fruit of the Path of No Return.

Therefore, the number of the most powerful beings in the strange race has remained relatively stable. Normally, there are only about ten Dark Immortal Emperors staying in the Calamity Land. Their combat power is limited to "the end of the road awaiting sublimation." It is basically impossible for them to advance further and step into the realm of sacrificial rites on their own.

The only hope is to wait for a certain ancestor to "abdicate" so that one can occupy that "position," absorb more primordial matter, and thus achieve ultimate sublimation and truly ascend to that realm.

A hint of confusion flashed in Arkas's eyes, a hesitation stemming from seeing the path ahead but not being clear about it. "My 'Tao' and 'Dharma' no longer belong to me alone. If I were to offer sacrifices to the Tao, what would I use to 'offer sacrifices'?"

"If I were to offer a sacrifice, to whom should I offer it, and where should I offer it?"

He thought of the sacrificial sea, formed from the remnants of countless grand rituals, and of the mysterious and unpredictable plateau, which he himself had also been grappling with. He also pondered the hazy gray mist space into which he had merged in the eternal silence, the clusters of brilliant stars, and that nameless being.

Arkas gradually fell silent, turning his gaze to a terrifying battlefield almost completely isolated from them, the Immortal Emperors—a place where those at the Sacrifice Dao level fought fiercely.

Only after his combat power grew to the point of "the end of the road awaiting sublimation" was he able to extend himself over there, thereby gaining insight into the terrifying combat fluctuations that erupted within.

"Changye has found a good time now. Some of the Immortal Emperors who were left in Etu have been transferred away due to the increasingly fierce battle on the side of the heavens, and the other seven ancestors are in a deep slumber deep in the plateau. It will take some time for them to fully awaken."

"As long as he can withstand the pressure from those few fellow cultivators who have reached the end of their paths, Changye can do almost anything in the Evil Land and complete his plans with complete ease."

"So, how do the three ancestors view Changye, who has the potential to become the new Holy Priest of the Strange Clan?"

The battlefield of the sacrificial ceremony.

Five terrifying figures stood tall, unleashing a horrifying sacrificial attack that evaporated all concepts, rules, and logic within its reach, continuously reducing all "Tao" and "Law" to emptiness, returning to utter nothingness.

Ancient history and the passage of time no longer exist here. The legal principles that automatically bloomed alongside these existences have become nothing more than an inconspicuous flower, withering and blooming again, dying and being reborn, like a cyclical recurrence.

Even the most powerful forces of time and karma, which were feared by all, were ignored by these five fighting figures. The tremors of time and the evaporation of ancient history, along with the terrifying chains of karma that had been entangled from the distant past, were swept away by these extremely terrifying gazes and evaporated into empty voids where nothing existed.

Suddenly, the three figures, whose bodies were filled with primordial matter, paused slightly. They sensed the subtle anomalies outside the battlefield, separated a portion of their divine consciousness, and their expressions suddenly revealed surprise and astonishment.

In that fleeting moment, a savage figure exuding an aura of absolute dominance and a domineering figure swarming with spiritual energy like pollen exchanged a quiet glance.

A domineering figure, radiating spiritual energy like pollen, was the first to unleash its power.

With a gentle flick of her fingers, countless flowers woven from Her own spiritual essence bloomed. A profound and awe-inspiring killing intent swept across the battlefield alongside breathtaking scenery, with endless petals dancing in the air and boundless sharpness converging.

The two figures of primordial matter were repelled, with drops of strange blood spilling beneath them. Strands of the world-shaking sacrificial essence were also silenced forever, suffering irreparable damage once again.

The savage figure, exuding an aura of absolute dominance throughout the ages, appeared before a figure entangled in crimson primordial matter and brandished the Emperor's Sword.

In an instant, countless sword shadows were pulled out from the void and applied heavily to the sword. There was no trace of "Dao" or "Dharma" in them, but the vast magical power they contained was so thick that it could annihilate all Dao and evaporate everything.

With an indescribable will, the Emperor Sword swept across the sky, cleaving open the eerie and ominous blood-red substance. The figure within was torn apart, flesh and blood flying everywhere, bones scattered across the battlefield, evaporated into nothingness by the terrifying blood and qi. A terrifying Dao injury, almost irreparable, appeared on the true spirit and consciousness. Even the Dao Fruit at the Sacrifice Dao level showed a faint, ferocious crack.

A moment later, the two domineering figures, whose spiritual energy swirled around them like pollen and whose bodies were filled with primordial matter, finally came to their aid. They joined forces to unleash a sacrificial attack, evaporating the terrifying magical power and blood energy, and driving back the wild and untamed figure.

The battlefield has temporarily calmed down.

The five terrifying figures stood in a silent standoff, refraining from launching any further attacks.

Suddenly, the progenitor, whose body was covered in crimson primordial matter, coughed up blood again. Terrifying sword wounds appeared on his body, and terrifying pain erupted from his true spirit. The sword intent that ignored everything else and went straight for his true spirit and Dao heart made him change color slightly.

He looked at Shi Hao and said, "Huang, you have actually made progress in these years. Your talent is truly terrifying!"

Shi Hao narrowed his eyes and curled up his lips slightly. "This is a sword move that a fellow Daoist comprehended, but he is not yet able to fully unleash its power. I am just using it for now."

Shi Hao looked in the direction of Etu, his smile widening slightly. "It seems there's a problem in your rear. That's truly delightful. I just wonder if the secrets buried on that plateau will be triggered by this."

The progenitor of primordial matter, shrouded in a white, malevolent aura, gave Shi Hao a deep look. "Want to inquire about my clan's secrets? You are not qualified, nor do you have the ability."

Another ancestor spoke up, saying, "Countless worlds have been born and destroyed, countless geniuses have risen and fallen, but our race has endured through the ages. You are but a chapter in our race's long history that is destined to come to an end."

After their eternal demise, they can achieve rapid revival through the highlands. However, the Wilderness is different from this Pollen Path Priest. Once it is eternally demise, it is utterly demise; all traces of its existence will be completely erased, and there will be no chance of revival.

Even if Huang's talent is extraordinary, so what? Under their power, he will eventually be dragged down step by step and die in utter oblivion.

Now, isn't the power of this Flower Pollen Road priest already somewhat waning?
The three progenitors stared intently at the two, their gazes unwavering. Despite the numerous Dao injuries on their bodies and the damage to their Dao fruits, they maintained their usual calm, as if everything was under their control.

The ancestor, whose primordial matter was swirling with crimson, shifted his gaze to the direction of the Calamity Land, taking in the epic battle between immortal emperors that had taken place over the long river of time.

He chuckled softly a few times, "However, Huang is right. There are indeed some problems in our rear. This junior is causing trouble everywhere. If He really does something to cause, it will be difficult to handle."

"Moreover, the fruit should be picked when it is ripe. If it is overripe, it will get stuck in your teeth, which is not good."

After exchanging glances with the two progenitors beside him, this primordial being, coiled with crimson primordial matter, slowly withdrew from the battlefield of the sacrificial path of the heavens and headed straight for the direction of the Calamity Land.

The two progenitors who remained on the sacrificial battlefield stood in unison in front of Shi Hao and Hua Fenlu, wary of these two sacrificial beings suddenly attacking.

However, to the surprise of the two progenitors, not only did the powerful figure who was teasing the Pollen Road Sacrifice Dao not make a move, but even Huang did not make a move. It was as if the departure of the progenitor who was surrounded by blood-red primordial matter was what these two Sacrifice Dao beings had been looking forward to.

The two progenitors exchanged a glance, and suddenly felt a sense of unease. They wanted to take some measures to avoid some terrible consequences.

However, Shi Hao and Hua Fenlu, at this moment, launched a joint sacrificial attack. Terrifying power poured out, evaporating layer after layer of eerie and ominous energy, turning wisps of primordial matter into nothingness, creating a complete void. Their figures quietly appeared in front of the two ancestors and blocked them with their backhands.

Shi Hao's eyes were blazing with fighting spirit, and the Emperor Sword in his hand rang out with a terrifying sword cry. With a wave of his hand, he severed the void and sealed off the connection between the entire sacrificial battlefield and the outside world.

“You always say that your race is immortal, and that even if you are forever gone, you will emerge from that region again and return to the present world.”

"Now that one of the progenitors is gone, you are the only ones left on the battlefield. You'd better stay put!"

"Let me see if it's truly impossible to achieve complete and eternal silence!"

(End of this chapter)