Destiny is ashes

Chapter 1172 Heavenly Punishment Dharma Body (18)

How long is 30,000 years?
In fact, five thousand years is enough time for a group of hairless monkeys wielding stones to touch the stars.

Even if it's shortened to three hundred years, it would still allow a group of people using firearms, weapons that can fly around the planet, to bombard each other with the sun's light.

Thirty thousand years is enough time for a civilization to rise, fall, rise again, and fall again six times. It's enough time for a group to forget its own name and then acquire a new one, enough time for a civilization to forget its own history and then recreate it.

However, the Great Chen Dynasty maintained an almost completely consistent order for 30,000 years.

More than that.

Throughout Huai Xu, since the Demonic Calamity, the entire Huai Xu Realm has maintained almost the same order for more than 300,000 years.

Era after era, civilization was suppressed to a primitive state. Wisdom was used time and again to reinvent the wheel, to resist oppression and rebellion. And the suffering in that time, like the recurring events in a game, would be repeated day after day.

Shenjing, a city that has stood here for 30,000 years.

The center of the Northern Xuan Sacrifice Continent's geological veins, the central hub of this continent that was identified more than 400,000 years ago.

They have never changed from beginning to end, or rather, any changes are merely recurring cycles.

This might be a kind of demon, a kind of 'wear and tear'. In order to stop the evolution of the Heavenly Demon, it even sealed itself. This kind of compromise is undoubtedly a kind of depravity.

Tragic. It seems there could be nothing more tragic than this.

The sects that were born to protect all living beings are now suppressing those who should be protected. The measures taken to stabilize the world have all become the foundation of chaos. The descendants of heroes have become sinners. The great Holy Emperor has died, but His demonic thoughts have been revived in his bones.

But there are things even more tragic than this.

That is, this kind of thing will happen again and again, endlessly, countless times.

Even if someone tries to stop them, destroys the previous dynasty, and defeats the old Heavenly Sect, in order to 'protect' and 'exist and continue', they will eventually pick up that crown and start the cycle of reincarnation once again.

but.

This time, however, it's different.

Today, this land, which has remained fundamentally unchanged for hundreds of thousands of years, will face an unprecedented upheaval.

Because there was one person who gave up everything to protect.

It's all for the sake of pure destruction.

Killing

The moment An Jing clenched his fist and swung it forward, his human-shaped body vanished.

That tangible physical body, with its limited mass, vanished in that instant, transforming into a mass of ever-expanding, ever-spreading five-colored primordial energy.

It turns out that what An Jing descended upon the capital was not his original grotto-heaven body, but rather the 'Heavenly Punishment Dharma Body' that he condensed by using the Five Emperors' Method to circulate the Five Elements Qi, and based on the Four Great Immortal Deeds and the Ascension Path.

Five beams of light, azure, gold, crimson, and white, pierced the heavens and earth. In the instant of their eruption, they resembled five majestic divine mountains, towering and imposing, seemingly conjuring magnificent phantoms of five celestial emperors. But as the light surged forward, the five phantoms rapidly merged, shrank, and returned to their cyclical rotation, coalescing into a single, colorless Heavenly Punishment Primordial Divine Light. Wherever the light passed, space became jagged and distorted, its size warped and its height shifting, like a kaleidoscope of images, displaying all sorts of absurd scenes.

Whether it's bloodshed, heavenly fire, human turmoil, or a sky full of sparks.

But these absurd scenes are not false. Wherever the Primordial Divine Light passes, all the scenes present a strong sense of flow, just like the river of time flowing forward. All the scenery, all the light and shadow, all the future are rushing towards a predetermined point.

This point is death, and also Anjing's punch.

All the corpses, all the blood and fire, all the countless broken weapons, all the ruins rising with black smoke, all swept over this fist, enveloping it and forming crimson flesh, bones, skin, and a pair of crimson-gold eyes, like the eyes of a giant god burning with endless rage.

All death roared and converged upon this giant god, as if only by exhausting all the anger, hatred, and destruction of an entire world could it reveal its true form in this world.

In front of this fist, everything turned into a pitch-black chaos, spacetime shattered and collapsed, and it crashed down towards Yin Gujin.

【it is good! 】

Although he was a celestial official, he was still a martial artist. Upon seeing this fist, the Martial Emperor's Throne was also filled with fighting spirit. He shouted and also clenched his five fingers and threw a punch.

This punch revealed a similar will to An Jing's punch—cold, solid, and unstoppable, like a massive glacier collapsing, with countless shattered ice fragments mixed with chaotic river water surging forth, and no one could defy it.

But in reality, its essence is completely the opposite. It is a weapon of war refined to the extreme, an absolute will to dominate. Those who obey it prosper, and those who oppose it perish. Under this fist, all existing laws and principles lose their meaning. If it does not want light to move, then light will stop. If it does not want spacetime to shatter, then spacetime will become solidified into a block, without moving an inch.

Heaven and earth are like water, my will is like ice!

Whether it is time or spirit, matter or cause and effect, everything I touch is under my control. Even time and space can be frozen.

This punch seemed to freeze the entire world into a solid block of ice, turning the ethereal spacetime into a solid form.

Destruction and domination collided head-on with An Jing and Yin Gujin's punches, meeting without any fancy moves.

At that very moment, Yin Gujin revealed a look of astonishment. The fist he had exchanged blows with An Jing shattered instantly, countless chaotic fragments of flesh and blood, and the spiritual energy flow continued to collapse, seemingly about to turn into dust.

But that all-encompassing will could control even 'damage' and 'injury'. With just a thought, all the flying debris was restored to its original position and reassembled into the shape of a hand.

But the form is just a form; it can no longer be considered a hand. It can only be considered a jumble of fragments pieced together to resemble a hand.

How magnificent!

He exclaimed, "You're not even human...you're practically a world unto yourself!"

Opposite him, An Jing's 'Heavenly Punishment Body' also cracked open, and five-colored primordial energy surged out from these cracks like flying smoke, soaring straight into the sky.

Along with it, all the surrounding spacetime and void also shattered.

Because of Anjing's power reduction, countless spatial rifts spread out from the Dharma Body, eventually shattering completely. A surging storm of the void burst forth from the rifts, causing spacetime to become completely disordered. Moving forward was backward, getting closer was getting further away. Taking a step not only prevented one from approaching their target, but also transported them to an unknown distance.

Even the underworld was affected.

(End of this chapter)