A journey of survival starting from Zhetian

Chapter 694 Eternal Silence Together

Above the land of Calamity.

The terrifying aftershocks of the sacrificial attack echoed constantly. In the midst of the terrifying battle, the Great Dao and order, concepts and logic, the vast universe and the infinite stars were born and destroyed, destroyed and born again, like a flower that was constantly reincarnating.

Everything is turning into an illusion, presenting a dreamlike bubble, a scene where all things are empty and all paths cease to exist. Yet everything is extending anew in areas that have never been affected, causing the related divine chains of the Great Dao to extend, filling the void, and causing the entire area to cycle through repair and destruction endlessly.

In this void where time itself has never existed, Changye, in another fierce battle, wielding the Emperor's Spear, was defeated by the sacrificial path's attacks. His body cracked open, a terrifying blood hole appeared in his chest, and blood continuously flowed from his seven orifices.

However, with a casual wave of his hand in the long night, all the injuries were completely healed, restoring him to his peak condition. Even the remaining Dao essence of the sacrificial path was stripped away, unable to remain in his body, forming Dao injuries that were difficult to repair.

He took a few steps back, incidentally destroying a weak Dark Immortal Emperor and sacrificing most of its source of power. While reducing some obstacles, he frantically collected the resources of his own Dao Fruit.

With a hint of satisfaction on his face, Changye looked at the indescribable crimson substance swirling in the distance, revealed a bright smile, and said softly, "Ancestor, you seem to be losing your ability to harm me."

"Not long ago, a casual strike could severely injure me, and now, even a full-force attack would only fall within that range of severe damage."

"It seems your goal will never be achieved."

The bizarre progenitor, imbued with primordial matter, stood in the void, staring at Changye, who bore not a single injury and whose primordial aura was growing ever stronger, his expression extremely grim.

Over the years, He had been utterly disgusted and couldn't understand why this insect, which was originally so easy to handle, had suddenly become an indestructible, unbreakable, and indestructible thing that even strange creatures found repulsive.

Each time a sacrificial attack is launched, causing all paths to vanish and nearly annihilating the insect, disintegrating the related "path" and "law," both its consciousness and its ultimate origin seem to be "locked," firmly preserving a trace of its existence and rapidly recovering to its peak state.

A single strike couldn't completely annihilate this thing; it could only leave it on the verge of death. After the strike, with just a thought, all its injuries and losses of essence were restored, rendering all its efforts futile.

More importantly, this thing would occasionally shatter a piece of calamity soil or destroy a dark path, and sacrifice most of its essence to the living in a manner similar to a great sacrifice, turning it into its own power, making its indestructible methods even more evil, and making its imperial body even more solid.

After a fierce battle, not only did they gain nothing, but they also had to use the Reflection Method to repair the Calamity Land, or use the Reflection Method to revive a Dark Immortal Emperor who had been eternally silent due to the exhaustion of his source. It was an absolute loss.

If it weren't for the fact that this strange being called Long Night was related to its future power enhancement and the opportunity to completely contain all the primordial matter within the ancient coffin, it would rather fight the Desolate for hundreds of millions of epochs and be eternally silenced by it several times than see this disgusting thing again.

After a few breaths of silence, the ancestor surrounded by blood-red matter said, "Your strength surpasses that of all the beings on the path of my race, and is only half a step behind our ancestors. You are extremely powerful, and it is only a matter of time before you truly join the ranks of our ancestors."

"However, without sufficient primordial matter to aid them, it would take an extremely long period of time to accumulate and mature, perhaps even billions of epochs, before they could truly take this step."

"Offer up the ultimate path and fruit of your cultivation system, and I can decide to immediately grant you a status and glory equal to our ancestors, making you the eleventh ancestor, receiving the worship of all the spirits of my clan, and enjoying the fruits of the grand sacrifice."

"With your current understanding of the 'Tao,' you can rebuild a system and elevate it to the realm of the end of the road. There is no possibility of failure, and it will not take more than 100,000 epochs."

"Once ten thousand epochs have passed, you and our ancestors will no longer be any different."

The vast Dao sound echoed throughout the entire Calamity Land, shaking this world that was even larger than the heavens, causing billions of Dao principles to descend, making countless "Dao" and "Law" tremble and twist into an extremely special state, resonating with all the dark matter existing in the world.

It seemed that as long as Changye nodded, the title of "Eleventh Ancestor" would be recognized, and after about 100,000 epochs, he would surely become an existence above the Dark Immortal Emperor.

"Ah."

Changye's lips curled slightly upward, and he gave a mocking sneer.

If He were truly a strange being with a heart turned to darkness, having achieved such a level of cultivation, He would absolutely not have chosen to become the "Ancestor" even if presented with such an option.

The "Return to Oneness Method" is a cultivation system that He recompiled by using the half of the Dao Fruit in the [Gray Mist Space], absorbing the scriptures and cultivation systems of His previous life such as the "Limitless Seal", "Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation", and "Tao Te Ching". Now, with Shi Hao's help, it has directly pointed to the Dao of Sacrifice.

With this perfect system, His chances of successfully performing the sacrificial ceremony will surpass those of all other beings in this world who have reached the end of their path. Even if billions of epochs pass and He still cannot take this step, then billions of epochs should be enough.

Offering up one's own Dao Fruit, then praying to an Ancestor for a reward, and then hoping to become the eleventh Ancestor after 100,000 epochs—what kind of brain-dead idea is this?!
While the time required has indeed been reduced, the path to verifying the sacrificial ceremony is no longer in one's own hands.

If, during these 100,000 epochs, some "accident" occurs, and the world is eternally silenced to the point that even the sacrificial rites cannot reflect it, and the world cannot be revived, then would we no longer have to fulfill this illusory promise called "equal to the progenitor"?
One is something that simply requires waiting and will surely be proven, while the other is uncertain and may encounter unexpected events. As long as one is rational and has sound reasoning, everyone knows how to choose.

Besides, He wasn't inclined towards darkness, and He wasn't without ways to perform the ritual in a short time.

As Changye gazed at the indescribable body of the progenitor, his eyes flickered with uncertain light.

Given this refusal, the Ancestor naturally understood Changye's choice. His expression remained unchanged, and his emotions no longer fluctuated. He simply looked at the being holding the Emperor's Spear before him, his eyes filled with icy coldness, leaving no room for reconciliation.

The progenitor said in a very calm and indifferent tone, "Since that's the case, then you will be forever separated from the world and wander in the eternal seal."

"I will spend an unbelievably long time analyzing your 'Tao' and 'Dharma,' tearing apart the path you currently hold onto, and gradually taking it for myself."

The primordial crimson matter from the progenitor burst forth, crushing fate and cause and effect, covering an entire land of calamity, carrying away countless "Dao" and "Law," evaporating the area where the Long Night resided once more, and constructing a crimson world resembling an ancient coffin, locking its existence in place. This seal, formed by the power of the primordial matter, isolated everything in this world, gradually erasing the traces of the "Long Night" from the river of time, covering all cause and effect that proved its existence, and stripping away and sealing everything that could not be destroyed into that terrifying crimson world.

When everything was finished, the aura of the progenitor, which was surrounded by the blood-red primordial matter, suddenly dropped several notches, but He did not care.

He reached out and scooped up the crimson world, spinning it into a small ball in his palm before placing it inside his body. In his current state, integrated into the ancient coffin, he continuously used an astonishing amount of primordial matter to wash over the sealed Dao Fruit, attempting to imprint his consciousness upon it and gradually claim it as his own.

Looking at the long night struggling within the seal, the ancestor said indifferently, "I cannot completely annihilate you and thus extract your Dao Fruit. Sealing you is just as feasible. It's just that it will take much longer, and my current combat power will decline significantly, that's all."

"You cannot break this seal made of primordial matter unless you successfully perform a ritual on the spot and shatter this world with power of the same level. However, your current power is not yet truly equal to ours, and you have not been completely on par with us."

"Now, let me use my consciousness to detach your Dao Fruit, so that I may no longer suffer torment."

"Ok?"

The Ancestor's indifferent gaze shifted; He hadn't sensed Changye's resistance at all. Even as His consciousness gradually penetrated deeper into the Dao Fruit of the End of the Path, He saw no interference from Changye. Instead, Changye seemed to be opening the door to the Dao Fruit of the End of the Path, inviting Him to enter.

The ancestor's gaze shifted slightly, and then without the slightest hesitation, he swiftly inscribed his own consciousness into this Dao Fruit of the End of the Road, and began to gradually grasp these "laws" and "principles" from the basics, all the way to the true core of the Dao Fruit.

He knew that the long night was doing this with a plan, but so what?
As the progenitor, He fears nothing. Even if He is left to perish forever, He will return to His ancestral homeland on the plateau, eternally immortal.

He was confident that no matter what schemes the long night might devise, they would all end in failure, and the final result would become the tool for Him to thoroughly digest the primordial matter within the ancient coffin, and the stepping stone for Him to reach a higher level.

Now that the gate to the end of the path and the attainment of enlightenment is open, it can reduce the time that He might spend in the future, allowing a higher realm to appear before His eyes sooner.

After a few breaths, the ancestor's expression changed again. He murmured, "This 'Tao' and 'Dharma' are so exquisite, as if they were born to point directly to a higher level. The long night has never cultivated to the level of our ancestors. How did He comprehend it?"

His understanding of the "Tao" based on his cultivation over countless eons is completely unreasonable and even contrary to the logic of cultivation.

As this progenitor continued to delve deeper into the Dao Fruit at the end of the path, truly touching its core and injecting a wisp of his own consciousness, which began to occupy it, he instantly sensed something, and a sense of horror and madness surged into his heart.

He was utterly shocked and exclaimed in disbelief, "The 'Tao' and 'Dharma' of the Returning to One Fruit do not belong to it!"

As if waiting for the moment when the progenitor would be shocked and stunned, Changye slightly raised the corners of his mouth and smiled silently.

In an instant, the terrifying true meaning of the final calamity roared within the Returning to One Fruit, and the [Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation] emerged from the void within it. Four dazzlingly bright sword lights of destruction flickered within the body of this ancestor, suppressing all strangeness and ominousness.

In the instant the terrifying final tribulation formation took shape, the [Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation] did not stop operating; instead, it became even more violent, using itself as a guide to drag the ancient coffin and the ancestor's existence into the void of the final tribulation.

In the blink of an eye, the progenitor entangled in crimson primordial matter, the ancient coffin permeated with crimson primordial matter, and the sealed and suppressed Long Night all vanished from the present world.

In the vast universe, the boundless starry sky, the immeasurable heavens and earth, and even the long river of time, all traces of them have been erased, dragged into an inexplicable void, and entered into an eternal state of annihilation, unseen in this world.

This inexplicable terror known as the "End of Days" has not stopped. It is using the current time point as a coordinate to reverse the past, evaporate the history of their existence, and spread along the infinite future, cutting off all possibilities of the future.

In that instant, all living beings who had never touched the realm of the Emperor lost their memories.

It seems that there have only been nine progenitors of the strange race throughout history, while the strange being named Long Night, who could rival the progenitors, has never existed.

A world-shaking upheaval has swept through history. In countless eras and timelines, any being that touches the realm of the Emperor's Way will look up in astonishment, watching the primordial forces of time surge beyond their grasp, spreading across every dimension and traversing countless ancient eras.

A Dark Immortal Emperor, situated at the forefront of the long river of time, stared at the emptiness of the high heavens of the Calamity Land and exclaimed in disbelief, "The Ancestor... He is eternally silent?! And so is the Long Night... But how is this possible?!"

"Why is this happening? The progenitor is far superior to any living being at the end of the road. Why would he perish eternally with the long night? This shouldn't be happening, and it's impossible!"

One after another, the Dark Quasi-Immortal Emperors and the Dark Dao Ancestors present were all shocked and almost speechless.

The next moment, a Dark Immortal Emperor was the first to react, and immediately strode forward, moving horizontally towards the ancestral land of the plateau.

Even if the progenitor is truly gone forever, He will not linger in eternal annihilation. He will inevitably return from the ancestral land of the plateau in the shortest possible time, thus returning to the present world.

Once the progenitor returns, whatever plans the Long Night makes will fail.

After the Ancestor returns, one can ask him what Changye did to avoid this unknown terror as much as possible, or eliminate him directly so that Changye, who may return from Eternal Silence, will never be able to use this method on himself again.

However, a considerable amount of time passed, and the ancestor never returned to the ancestral land on the plateau.

(End of this chapter)