A journey of survival starting from Zhetian

Chapter 695 "I Won't Tell You"

[Hint: You have arrived at the designated coordinates, the location of 'Eternal Silence']

[Note: Current depth 1.13 (Beacon Anchor: Arcas - To be Sublimated - Word of Power - End of the Path Fruit)]

[Current Status: Continuing to "sink"]

Changye glanced at the panel information projected into his consciousness, then focused his attention again on the indescribable consciousness entangled by the [Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation], and an ancient coffin tinged with blood-red primordial matter.

"There is no 'Tao' or 'Law' at all, only its own 'essence', and even this 'essence' is constantly turning into blankness in the process of 'sinking'."

"Interesting, so this is what eternal silence is like."

When the original body, Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun, was temporarily merging with the illusory Dao Fruit of Cause and Effect, he was struck by the Ancestor and perished in the world. He then entered the resurrection process, thus personally experiencing the feeling of "death".

Now, He actively erased all traces of Himself in the long river of time with the [Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation], and pulled this ancestor into eternal silence, personally entering this "place" of "eternal silence", truly experiencing the subtle feeling of "eternal silence".

The two experiences are different and vastly different in intensity, but the process of moving from "existence" to "non-existence" is so similar that it gave Him a vague sense of enlightenment.

"The state of eternal silence that the sacrificial beings enter is even more special than I imagined. They can perfectly maintain their own consciousness and cognition. When their consciousness is in the same position, they can communicate in an 'entangled' way."

"Is this possible for all beings who perform rituals, or is it only the progenitor who contained primordial matter who is so special?"

"Ancestor, would you mind answering my question?"

The consciousness of the long night was like a cloud of gray mist, carrying a sense of haziness and indescribability. It controlled the [Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation], which was no different from the one in the mortal world, and smiled as it looked at the ancestral consciousness trapped in the formation.

The ancestor's consciousness trembled. He sat cross-legged on the ancient coffin, his face grim, yet revealing a peculiar excitement. "Your sword formation is problematic. It is even more unique and powerful than the ancient coffins held by the ten of us ancestors."

“Your ‘Tao’ and ‘Dharma’ are also problematic. In all my long existence, I have never seen such a unique cultivation system. This does not belong to the Calamity Land, nor to the Heavens, nor to the myriad realms.”

"Your 'person,' your path to the end, and the fruits of your labor—there are even more problems."

"The land of calamity, the heavens, and all the myriad realms are all within the sacrificial sea, and the sacrificial sea already belongs to this world. Beyond this world, there are other worlds, at least one that is no less powerful than this world, and there may even be worlds more powerful than this world."

"Long Night, how did you enter the otherworld and find other realms there?"

The primordial blood-red consciousness radiated undisguised greed. It knew that this was a true opportunity for it to break through the primordial realm and ascend to a higher level, an opportunity even greater than the one it had previously seized from the Long Night Road's End Fruit and devoured all the blood-red primordial matter.

The progenitor's blood-red consciousness, swirling around the crimson primordial matter, relentlessly attempted to erode the [Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation], unleashing wave after wave of terrifying waves and stirring up a horrific storm within the sword formation, striving to seize control.

His eyes were filled with madness, and his movements became increasingly violent. He muttered to himself, "Long Night, your consciousness cannot remain clear forever, and your perception cannot remain stable in this eternal annihilation. When you can no longer hold on, everything you have will be mine, including this sword formation that can operate in eternal annihilation without any logic!"

"And I will devour everything you have and become the master of this sword formation, an existence above even the progenitor!"

Hearing the progenitor's mad words, Changye remained silent for several breaths.

To become an existence above the progenitor. Perhaps after swallowing Him, there is a sliver of hope. After all, of the fifty Great Evolutions, forty-nine are used, and the one left is the possibility, the variable.

However, becoming the master of the [Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation] is not the way to court death.

Even He is only using it now; the ownership still belongs to "Lingbao Tianzun".

Changye shook his head slightly. Regarding the Ancestor's irrelevant and misleading answers, and his increasingly manic behavior, He said in a completely unwavering tone, "It seems the Ancestor not only doesn't want to answer my question, but also desires something unrealistic. Therefore, I will have to find the answer myself."

“It doesn’t matter if I can’t get it. I don’t care too much right now. Anyway, there’s more than one ancestor.”

The consciousness, resembling a gray mist, subtly shifted its structure, undergoing a state akin to melting away, causing the [Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation] to tremble and dragging both of them into deeper, eternal annihilation.

In an instant, an even more terrifying "nothingness" covered and dismembered everything on their consciousness. Their self-awareness and level of consciousness were rapidly declining. Even the ever-rising primordial blood color solidified slightly, making it difficult to maintain and showing signs of dissipation.

[Hint: Current depth 1.38]

Current status:
1. It is continuing to "sink"

2. Consciousness begins to dissipate (Consciousness integrity: 63%)

3. Cognitive impairment begins (Cognitive integrity: 61%)

4. The sacrificial ceremony is in progress (current progress: 38%)

As the Eternal Silence deepens, array patterns that are "non-existent" are unfolding on the [Immortal Slaughtering Sword Array], resembling a Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram, encompassing everything about both, whether it be the Dao Fruit or anything else.

Changye could clearly perceive that his own memories, his own Dao Fruit, his own cultivation system, the anchor of his own existence, and other related things were constantly returning to "nothingness," while at the same time they were being sacrificed to the main consciousness of the original body, causing this life level, which was essentially "half a Dao Fruit," to undergo a special change for the first time.

The same is true of the progenitor who is in the same state as himself. His memories, Dao fruits, cultivation system, and anchor of existence, in the process of entering "nothingness", were sacrificed to the main consciousness of the original body, driving that special and extreme change.

Feeling that his consciousness and cognition were damaged, the progenitor's blood-red consciousness began to collapse rapidly, completely merging with the blood-red ancient coffin. He roared in shock and anger once more, "Long Night, you are carrying out a grand sacrifice! Using me and you as sacrifices to carry out a grand sacrifice! What do you want to do?!"

"In eternal silence, a great sacrifice will be performed; that will..."

Changye interrupted the progenitor's words, saying softly, "That will be annihilated to a depth that even the sacrificial path cannot reflect in its resurrection. There will be no hope whatsoever for returning to the plateau."

"This is the terror of the sacrificial spirits truly 'dying' and never being able to reappear in the world."

[Hint: Current depth 1.49] As the hint appeared, the special structure composed of the gray fog consciousness began to disintegrate, with strands of "fragments" collapsing away, becoming meaningless.

Without the stable control that Changye had maintained through his consciousness, the [Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation] began to tremble. It could no longer hold back the blood-red consciousness within the sword formation, giving it hope of breaking free.

A hint of joy appeared in the consciousness of the progenitor, and he said, "You are ultimately not the progenitor, but merely a being on the path to this level of transformation. It is impossible for you to annihilate me to a depth from which I can never return."

A hint of joy flickered in Changye's consciousness as he responded to the Ancestor, "Indeed, the difference between beings at the end of the road and beings at the sacrificial path is immense. Whether from the origin or from other aspects, Changye's consciousness alone is indeed insufficient to annihilate you to the 'position' I desire."

The ancestor's consciousness trembled violently; He seemed to have more guesses, and wisps of fear emanated from Him.

Before the progenitor could continue to ponder with his fragmented consciousness and cognition, a consciousness that also belonged to the category of "the end of the road awaiting sublimation," and which possessed the complete Dao fruit of the end of the road without any damage, appeared out of thin air.

He took over the "position" of "Long Night", smoothly took control of the [Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation], and filled the formation with the consciousness of "Long Night", continuing to "sink" deeper into eternal silence with the ancestor and the ancient coffin.

The successor, dressed in the robes of the Heavenly Emperor and surrounded by the power of time, chuckled softly, “In that case, if the ‘Long Night’ cannot complete the task, then of course there must be another successor. Otherwise, it would be impossible to sacrifice another ancestor.”

The consciousnesses at the same level of "the end of the road awaiting sublimation" have become "entangled" with the progenitor, revealing some incredible truth before their eyes.

The progenitor's crimson consciousness froze for a moment, then let out a hysterical roar, "The Heavenly Emperor's Dao Fruit, and you've already reached the end of the road, awaiting sublimation! You are also that mythical Heavenly Emperor of all the heavens and myriad realms! Yours is that Emperor Venerable! This is betrayal! Betrayal of my race!"

"No, it's impossible for you to escape the primordial matter of the wilderness on your own. It's definitely him, he's the one setting up this. What does he want to do?!"

"No matter what he wants to do, he can't succeed. Your consciousness is at most at the level of 'Long Night,' and even with you, it's far from enough to completely and eternally silence me to the point where I can never return!"

"I will retain this part of my knowledge and memories, and the moment I return to the mortal world, I will expose Huang's conspiracy and completely destroy the scheme he has laid out!"

[Hint: Current depth 1.98]

[Hint: The ritual is in progress (current progress: 66%)]

The Emperor glanced at the current information panel, then looked at the Ancestor whose cognition and consciousness were two-thirds damaged, and shook his head slightly.

He said softly, "Since you understand that there is a scheme by the Desolate Heavenly Emperor in this, why do you think that I would carry this arrangement to the end without any certainty?"

"And you're wrong about one thing."

The [Gray Fog Space] itself, once its integrity is restored to 10%, is already capable of withstanding the erosion of primordial matter, something He only just realized.

Its essence is "half a Dao Fruit". Even if it is damaged to "one-tenth of a Dao Fruit", it is still at least on the same level as the primordial matter. It is impossible to successfully erode it with a wisp of primordial matter.

Only one of the ten ancient coffins that spewed out primordial matter, which merged with the progenitor and personally suppressed and eroded it, had a chance to corrupt the [Gray Mist Space], which was reduced to "one-tenth of a Dao Fruit," and transform it into a strange and ominous part.

The progenitor's crimson consciousness began to show more terror and a hint of helplessness, the fear of no longer being able to control its own life. "You have cultivated more than two Dao Fruits at the End of the Path, and both have climbed to the level of the End of the Path awaiting sublimation!"

"Three Dao Fruits awaiting sublimation at the end of the path. They are nowhere to be seen in ancient history, nor will they exist in the future! This almost defies the logic of cultivation; it is impossible for them to appear!"

The consciousness of the "Emperor" was so damaged that it had no strength left to communicate with the Ancestor. However, a consciousness carrying the central earth element essence descended simultaneously to this "location".

He took over the control of the [Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation] and poured the remaining knowledge, consciousness, path to enlightenment, cultivation system, and other related elements of the "Emperor" into the sword formation, ensuring that the "sinking" speed was not slowed down in the slightest.

This being, exuding a divine aura, with wisps of incense and faith awaiting sublimation at the end of the road, had manifested from the Dao Fruit at the end of the road, leaving the Ancestor utterly speechless.

The divine emperor smiled and said, "Ancestor, you may call me the Yellow Emperor, the central emperor who perfected the 'Ordination Method' cultivation system to the ultimate level."

"In a state of eternal stillness, the consciousness, cognition, path to enlightenment, and cultivation system that are waiting to be sublimated at the end of the three paths should be able to drag all of you to a point where you can no longer be returned to this world."

At this moment, the ancestral blood-red consciousness no longer attacked the [Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation], nor did it compete for this sword formation, which was even more powerful than the ancient coffin.

Even though their consciousness and cognition are severely damaged, beings at the level of sacrificial beings can still understand the current situation.

He is about to truly "die," and even relying on the ancestral land of the plateau, he cannot return.

In just a few breaths, the ancestor's blood-red consciousness gradually became hazy, then clear and transparent. He voluntarily separated from the ancient coffin, sat on the blood-red primordial matter that was also constantly disintegrating, and stared intently at the Yellow Emperor.

His expression was calm as he asked softly, "Fellow Daoist Huang has made so many arrangements; it must be more than just to prevent me from returning to this world."

“If I were Huang, I would probably want to use this method to bring the remaining progenitors to this level of eternal annihilation, thereby launching a great purge against my race. Although I don’t know how you will return to this world after such a profound state of eternal annihilation, the result should be like this.”

"And fellow Daoists who are executors will probably gain something special from such profound eternal silence time and time again. It may be an insight, an opportunity, or a stroke of luck, thus stepping into the unknown realm."

"That's...the sacrificial path?"

The Yellow Emperor shook his head, denying the guess, and said with a slight smile, "There is indeed a realm 'above the Way of Sacrifice'."

The ancestor's eyes suddenly brightened. Although he did not know why the Yellow Emperor denied it, it would be meaningful if His conjecture was acknowledged.

After waiting for several breaths, the Yellow Emperor smiled and slowly said, "Once you realize that such a realm exists, you will never be able to enter it. This is the 'characteristic' of this realm. As for how to attain this realm..."

The Yellow Emperor's smile had turned into a mocking one. "I won't tell you."

(End of this chapter)