A journey of survival starting from Zhetian

Chapter 696 Offering Sacrifices in Eternal Silence
The progenitor's blood-red consciousness dissipated, carrying with it a heavy sense of resentment, like a fleeting dream.

In this place of eternal silence, on the Yin-Yang Taiji diagram formed by various "non-existent" array patterns, only an ancient coffin still permeated with blood-red primordial matter remains, along with the Yellow Emperor, whose everything is about to be sacrificed.

"The elaborate schemes laid out, after using the [Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation], still required three Dao Fruits at the end of the road awaiting further sublimation, to eternally silence the consciousness of an ancestor to a depth where it could not return via the plateau. The sacrificial beings are truly terrifying."

"No wonder the sacrificial spirit could casually wave its hand and cause the Immortal Emperor Lujin to bleed and most likely die on the spot. Except for some who are even more ruthless than me, the Immortal Emperor Lujin has no chance of fighting the sacrificial spirit to a standstill."

With a touch of emotion, the Yellow Emperor walked toward the ancient coffin, which was still oozing blood-red primordial matter. This caused the final "Tao" and "Law" to radiate a special brilliance here, turning everything about himself into an illusion and bringing the entire ceremony to completion.

[Hint: Current depth 2.5]

[Hint: The ritual is in progress (current progress: 100%)]

Xiong Mo's consciousness looked at the information flashing before him, reached out and took out the Xuanhuang Dao Fruit that had just returned from the Eternal Silence a few minutes ago, walked out of the [Gray Mist Space], continued to maintain the operation of the entire sword formation, continued to offer the blood-red ancient coffin to his main body, and made it and himself "sink" continuously.

As progress increased little by little, wisps of mist, intertwined with ochre and crimson, dissipated together, and fragments representing their own "existence" peeled off, intertwining, merging, and evaporating together.

A special power has appeared within the [Gray Mist Space], flowing through countless laws, rules, concepts, great principles, and orders. A strange feeling gradually reverberates in Xiong Mo's heart, as if his eyes have been polished, allowing him to see clearly the place of eternal desolation.

It was neither dark nor truly empty here. Xiong Mo could even see streaks of special light flashing before his eyes, eventually scattering into a sky full of dazzling starlight, exceptionally splendid.

This is the "Tao," the "Tao" He saw when He traveled through other "worlds." It is the collection of all "being" and "non-being," everything that can be explained, and the unfathomable end.

With a sense of realization, He murmured to himself, “So even eternal silence is part of ‘existence’. As for why the end of the road and the sacrificial path would fall into silence, it is probably because this is where the ‘existence’ within the world and the ‘non-existence’ outside the world intertwine, and the unity of the two is called ‘the Way’.”

“In eternal silence, as long as one can maintain self-awareness and self-consciousness in this place, one can see the ‘path’.”

"Only by sacrificing one's own way can one see the true 'Way'."

Xiong Mo sighed softly, recalling the insights he had received from the "Wilderness World".

"Slay the Dao and come to me."

"What is severed is the path one has cultivated, and what is revealed is the 'path' one has longed for."

At this moment, with the help of the sacrificial method given to him by Shi Hao, an ancient coffin that was constantly overflowing with primordial matter, and the "Intercepting Heaven: Slaying the Dao to See Me", Xiong Mo truly saw the splendor of the sacrificial path and summarized his own sacrificial path.

[Note: Current depth 3.0, continuing to descend]

[Hint: The ritual is in progress (current progress: 150%)]

[Note: The level of the Sacrifice Path has been perfected.]

[Hint: Spatial integrity is increasing.]

[Hint: The essence of space is being continuously transmitted.]

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Strands of information flashed through Xiong Mo's consciousness, but they did not affect this immense creation that was so close to the "Dao," nor did they affect his sudden enlightenment.

Unconsciously, He blended His past understanding of transcendence with His current understanding of the sacrificial way, and saw subtle commonalities.

Xiong Mo murmured to himself, "In the 'World of One Life,' the final stage of cultivation requires subtraction and emptiness. One must transfer all one's own 'concepts,' 'authority,' 'Great Dao,' 'cause and effect,' and everything related to them to another being on the other side, thereby using the power of the cycle of eras to attain the Dao fruit of transcendence."

"In the world of 'Covering the Sky,' after sacrificing one's own Dao and attaining the sacrificial Dao, to transcend, one must turn everything about oneself into nothingness. Without knowing any way out or any higher realm, one must use immense willpower to seek life from death and turn the impossible into the possible, thereby attaining the sacrificial Dao."

"Both are about subtraction, but one is very gentle, even drawing on the power of the epochal cycle. The other is extremely brutal, a matter of life or death, with no way out, no room for calculation or luck, and only under specific conditions is there any possibility of success."

"Similarly, in the 'Devouring World' and the 'Panlong World', no matter what cultivation system it is, in the end, more or less, there is a aspect of 'reducing' one's own cultivation path. Even in the 'Wilderness World', the attempt to attain the ultimate Dao fruit is the same."

The cultivation systems of different "worlds" and the cultivation paths with different underlying rules and logics are now like rivers beginning to converge, merging together into one, with clear distinctions between them, yet seemingly forming a complete entity.

The stars within the [Gray Fog Space] silently disintegrated, and the different "Dao" and "Dharma" all returned to the hazy gray fog. The systems surrounding the five [Boundary Gates] all returned to chaos, and even the tangible entities of these five gates were reduced to five unique residual Dao traces.

Everything returned to its original state, with no trace of matter or energy, only a hazy mist representing the essence of space.

But this initial gray mist, under Xiong Mo's control, now reflects the "Tao" and "Dharma" that He inscribed upon entering the [Gray Mist Space] within five different "worlds".

These laws, rules, and concepts should not coexist; they should conflict with each other. Yet, at this moment, they are all contained within them.

For example: If A=B, then A≠B.

The contradictory logic coexists perfectly in the [Gray Fog Space], as if it were born to be so conflicted, distorted, and bizarre.

He transformed into a new logical prototype, resembling in form "One World", "Covering the Sky World", "Devouring World", "Panlong World", and "Wilderness World", yet completely independent, and vaguely forming a new cycle.

Xiong Mo, who was in the place of eternal silence, smiled.

He voluntarily stopped the operation of the sword formation and used his own newly born essence to encompass the [Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation], allowing the sword formation to merge into a uniquely shaped, ancient longsword, held in his palm.

In an instant, a pure white sword light, so dazzling that even the place of eternal silence could not erase it, flowed and pointed directly at the ancient coffin overflowing with blood-red primordial matter, completely covering it.

Countless primordial substances began to disintegrate, like bubbles on a vast ocean, turning into nothingness under the sunlight, like a dreamlike illusion, as if they had never existed.

Like a coffin formed of indescribable matter, its "existence" was severed by the sword light, losing everything, like wisps of dreamlike bubbles, leaving no trace.
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Kenshin (Seventh Level): Destiny
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【Dao Sword (Seventh Form): Dao, born from the One】

With only himself and the [Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation] remaining in his sight, a peculiar feeling of fullness quietly crept over him, causing Xiong Mo to feel subtly drowsy. Sensing the [Gray Mist Space], or rather, his true form, Xiong Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, and he murmured softly, "My body hasn't fully recovered yet; I'm stuffed now."

"I need to digest this. That is, I need to obtain a few more Dao Fruits at the Immortal Emperor level before I can continue to feast. But even if I do, it won't be of much use."

Xiong Mo clicked his tongue, looked in the direction of the present world, and glanced at the information on the panel.

Name: Xiong Mo
Honorific Title: ██ Celestial Venerable / ██ Heavenly Will / ████ /
Cultivation Level: Sacrificial Dao

system:???
status:
(1) Eternal silence: Current depth is 5 (Arcas Road End Fruit is the location marker)
(2) Loss of the Dao: The Dao that one cultivates is lost (the Dao Fruit of the Returning One, the Dao Fruit of the Profound Yellow, the Dao Fruit of the Heavenly Emperor, the Dao Fruit of the Yellow Emperor, and the Ultimate Dao Fruit are all sacrificed).

(3) Flaws: The initially independent underlying logic and rules are flawed and cannot form an eternal cycle (Completeness of [Gray Fog Space]: 70%)

Xiong Mo crossed his arms and sighed, "Even beings at the level of the Ancestor couldn't hold on at Depth 3, and now that I'm at Depth 5, it's a bit troublesome to bring this level of sacrificial cultivation back to the forefront of the River of Time."

"But first, we'll revive a body that has no cultivation whatsoever."

Xiong Mo recalled his various arrangements in the myriad worlds and began to adjust his plans.

The success of the ritual was expected, but the changes in the [Gray Mist Space] were beyond its own planning. With its current level of cultivation, even if it did not "rise," it could still be a little more aggressive.

Moreover, if His prediction is correct, seeing Shi Hao's successful example, the actions of this Desolate Emperor will definitely be more radical than before. Perhaps he will already be unable to resist immediately putting those two ancestors to eternal oblivion.

"Also, of the ten ancient coffins, I've already consumed one. The remaining seven ancestors who were sleeping on the plateau should wake up by now, right?"

"Well, if they could sense that the ancient coffin had completely 'disappeared,' or if a Dark Immortal Emperor were to awaken them."

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Xiong Mo looked up in astonishment. There were two ancient coffins that had lost their progenitors, being torn apart by a terrifying force and rapidly sinking one after the other until they reached their current depth.

He only needs to raise his hand slightly to reach it.

Xiong Mo's expression changed, his eyelids twitched, and he murmured, "No... why so fast?"

"I just dealt with one Primordial Being, bringing it to a state of eternal slumber, and the Desolate Heavenly Emperor has already sent down two more?"

"Could it be that through my ritualistic process, I gained some special insight and my strength skyrocketed?!"

"Isn't this a bit of an exaggeration? I remember this Desolate Heavenly Emperor hasn't been practicing the Dao for very long."

"Or"

Several outrageous yet reasonable conjectures came to Xiong Mo's mind, but he could not confirm any of them.

He shook his head slightly, sighed again, and walked towards the two ancient coffins, beginning to slowly cover them with his own essence.

Originally, this task should have been completed after the self-sacrifice was successful and the person returned to the mortal world, after which the person would sever the Long Night clone and hand it over to Him for "garbage piling" and cleaning up.

But now, regardless of the current situation, these two ancient coffins must be dealt with, otherwise things will change.

Xiong Mo rubbed his belly, which seemed a bit bulging under his Taoist robe, and muttered, "If I don't use my strength to digest it, I should be able to eat a little more, right?"

"perhaps?"
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The battlefield of the heavens.

When the entire battlefield, which had been sealed by the sword light that had dominated for eternity, reappeared in this world, all the Immortal Emperors who were fighting tacitly stopped and maintained a relative distance from the Dao-sacrificing powerhouse.

At a certain moment, the terrifying commotion within the entire sacrificial battlefield ceased, and all the Immortal Emperors, whether from the dark side or the heavenly side, seemed to have quieted down.

As beings at the end of the road, they had already witnessed the strangeness and ominousness of the primordial matter, all of which were sent into the depths of eternal silence by a sword light that transformed into pure white. The figures of the two strange progenitors also completely disappeared from the world.

Shi Hao, covered in blood and with several bloody holes in his imperial body, appeared simultaneously with Hua Fenlu, whose body was becoming almost transparent and whose aura was faint.

They all looked at the Dark Immortal Emperor, and without the slightest hesitation, they began to attack.

In an instant, flowers of flesh and blood bloomed, and the endless "Tao" and "Dharma" were evaporated. The vast world and countless starry universes were shattered and turned into nothingness. On the long river of time, terrifying waves rose up, and countless causes and effects and the traces of time were silenced forever.

In the span of three breaths, all the strange creatures on the battlefield of the heavens fell into eternal silence, and the dark matter collapsed into nothingness, leaving all the creatures that participated in the battle of the heavens speechless.

This was too powerful. With a wave of his hand, raising his longsword, or simply lifting his sleeve and striking forcefully, the bodies of these strange beings, whose strength was equal to that of the Heavenly Emperors, instantly exploded without any power to resist.

A few breaths later, a Celestial Emperor whose existence spanned an extremely long period, almost equal to the history of the heavens, looked at the two invincible figures, his expression shaken, and sighed, "The Desolate Heavenly Emperor's strength has increased, and so has the founder of the Pollen Road."

"The progenitor has been eternally silenced, and the dark path has also come to an end. Now we finally have time to recover from our injuries and restore our essence."

"If this continues for tens of thousands of years, I will probably only be able to drag some dark end of the road with me into eternal oblivion."

A Celestial Emperor, nearing the end of his path and awaiting ascension, looked at the two sacrificial deities who had not returned and stood on the battlefield. His expression immediately turned solemn as he looked towards the direction of the Calamity Land.

His tone was filled with shock, “It’s not over yet, there are still formidable enemies. Moreover, it’s not just the End of the Road level, there are also enemies at the Sacrifice Path level.”

"We must hurry to recover, as a great battle could break out again at any time. Next time, the strange and ominous may come out in full force."

(End of this chapter)