Chapter 205: The Tenth Realm

Thorough! Destruction!

You suddenly awaken with a start.

The ancient god that has long been lost will no longer protect its people as the Elf Ancient God does; the only thing awaiting the other eight ancient god clans is extinction.

The Human Ancestor may also be affected because of this.

Thinking of this, your heart burns with anxiety; if the Empress cannot suppress those treasures, the situation could worsen further.

"Human Ancestor! I'm leaving."

After this visit, you obtained the result you wanted, learned the truth, discovered that Sangyu is still alive, and the previously drifting heart became fulfilled.

No matter how arduous the road ahead may be, at least you now have a goal that provides Guidance for the soul.

"Come forward."

The Human Ancestor waved, signaling you to crouch before him; he extended his hand and touched the point between your eyebrows.

"Child, this is a fragment of Creation I obtained within Chaos; I hope it can aid you."

"Thank you."

To you, this fragment of Creation will be an inexhaustible power.

You bid farewell to the Human Ancestor and depart.

Within your sea of consciousness, that fragment of Creation churns, granting you profound insight, especially within this Chaos Void, where you experience many novelties you have never witnessed before.

The spiritual light of the Chaos Universe fills your sea-of-consciousness world.

You safely return to the side of the Fox Clan Empress.

"How is it?"

"Did you find the Human Ancestor and Sangyu?"

The Empress tightly suppresses the eight Proof of Dao Treasures, nearing her limit.

"Seen them."

You briefly explain the situation, "The Human Ancestor remains lucid; he has secured a final chance for us, and we still have hope."

"Now we must seal these eight Proof of Dao Treasures; they must never fall into the hands of the ancient gods!"

"Those ancient gods are no longer the ones of old; the source of this strange power has polluted them, as we have sensed."

Your words cause the Empress to exhale in relief.

She forces a smile, "As long as there is hope, as long as there is time, there is a chance to win!"

"Lin Chuan, can you sense the way back?"

"Yes."

"Very well, I will perform the seal to suppress these Proof of Dao Treasures; you take me back."

The Empress places unconditional trust in you.

She instantly employs the supreme Daoist technique to seal the Proof of Dao Treasures, exhausting her strength and falling into a coma.

You carry the Empress back to the place where the other Sanctified Ones await.

Seeing you return bearing the comatose Empress, the waiting Sanctified Ones alike wear helpless expressions.

"Clan Chief, did we fail?"

Yi steps forward and asks.

"It was not a success, but it is not a failure either."

You say solemnly, "Everything else must now be fought for by us alone."

A glimmer of light again shines in the eyes of the Sanctified Ones of each tribe.

You pause then say, "I have another bad news for you all: your ancient gods no longer exist."

The Sanctified Ones of each tribe are startled, "Lin Chuan, Clan Chief, can you explain exactly what happened?"

The Sanctified Ones are not fools; they have already formed judgments in their hearts.

"You must have already sensed the strange aura permeating this Chaos Void; the source of this power has polluted your ancient gods."

"Your ancient gods no longer protect you."

"They only wish to devour you completely."

You do not conceal anything and state the truth.

"They originally intended to take your Clan-Suppressing Treasure, using it to siphon your life force."

"Fortunately, the Empress suppressed it in time."

"Otherwise, the calamity you would face would be the annihilation of your clan!"

As you recount every word, only despair remains on the Sanctified Ones' faces.

One Sanctified One says, "But... even without that treasure, the ancient gods can still gradually devour us completely."

"We cannot stop it."

"What shall we do? Must we watch helplessly as the ancient gods that created us annihilate our people?"

"I am not willing to accept it!"

The Sanctified One lets out a series of angry roars.

They have long been independent beings; how could they willingly accept being harvested like objects?

"Let's return first and think of a solution later."

You say, "At least we have uncovered the truth, and there is still hope for resistance, right?"

The Sanctified Ones of each tribe fall silent.

Under your leadership, you all begin to walk back, returning to the Great World.

On the return journey, you encounter the floating corpses of the NineDivineLords within the Chaos Void.

"Chuan Clan Leader, let us see off the Divine Lord for the final journey."

Supreme Saints halted.

"Fine."

You stand in Chaos, silently waiting.

All the Divine Lords of the races stand at the pinnacle of Shi Jie as unrivaled heroes, but ultimately they meet their end in this way.

They are born powerful, seeming carefree and free, yet their whole lives are bound in shackles.

The Supreme Saints of each race used great power to disassemble the bodies of the NineDivineLords, returning them to Chaos while preserving their final dignity.

Watching the Divine Lord's body drift away, your mood also fluctuates.

It feels both wistful and mournful.

The emotions that once surged like raging waves have, in an instant, become far more subdued.

"If one does not become an Ancient God, one will ultimately return to Chaos!"

"Achieving the status of Ancient God is still but a speck in the vast sea, and in this Boundless Chaos universe sea, there remain far too many unknowns!"

"Supreme Ancient God, do you also feel as lost as a weak one like me?"

At this moment, your mindset undergoes an earth‑shattering transformation.

Indistinct words, unclear Dao.

When you are the weak, you admire the strong, like a frog at the bottom of a well gazing at the sky, thinking the world above the well is no different.

When you are the strong, you look up to the universe, like a mayfly viewing heaven and earth, the vastness unfathomable, leaving only reverence.

Divine Lord?

When you are weak, the Divine Lord is visible yet unattainable, separated by countless heavenly chasms.

Now that you draw near the Divine Lord, your awe of the Chaos Universe deepens, and the arrogant belief of sole supremacy no longer exists.

"Divine Lord! What kind of bearing should it be?"

"No!"

"To us of the Human Race, it should not be called Divine Lord."

You gaze at the Boundless Chaos universe; at this moment, even the Ancient God's distance is no longer so far— you stand here, the Ancient God like an Immortal, just across the river.

Between you two lies a river.

A timeless river, its source and end unknown, rolling toward the end of ages.

Across the river, gazing at the Immortal, that is your current realm!

You feel your aura continuously rising; at this moment you have completed the transformation.

You name this realm — Bian An Immortal!