Chapter 1255

Eastern Wanggu Continent.

A desolate silence.

The bleak wind did not blow from the sea, but was generated spontaneously from different domains due to the continuous pressure of heaven and earth.

They grew larger and larger, rolling toward all directions together, and finally rose across the entire Eastern Wanggu Continent.

Wherever it passed, amidst the sobbing sounds, it was as if a funeral dirge was being sung.

And the vast mountains in the various domains within the wind were like stiff, sleeping ancient dragons; what covered their backs was no longer green scales, but layers upon layers of dark brown rock shells.

Vegetation was no longer suitable for growth.

Only the residual flames of earth fire seeping from the crevices of the mountain ranges scorched the mountains of each domain until they were like charred corpses.

This was the thirty-first year of the Human Race's Lixia Calendar.

Twenty-seven years had passed since the sword strike that the Sword-Wielding Great Emperor swung toward the firmament back then.

These twenty-seven years had been difficult for Eastern Wanggu.

The rumbling that came from the sky at all times was like a countdown, pressing heavily upon the myriad races of the Eastern Wanggu Continent, and also like a death-knell.

Under this sound, the myriad races were forcibly equalized in the matter of death.

Thus, the sense of despair not only rose in heaven and earth but had also grown in the hearts of all living beings for twenty-seven years.

Therefore... before the frost arrived, heaven and earth already had an air of killing.

The entire Eastern Wanggu had become mountains like corpses, and vegetation had all withered.

The malevolent qi grew thicker and thicker.

The firmament was again suppressed and crushed by leaden clouds; even if a remnant bloody sunset occasionally leaked through the gaps in the clouds, the light and shadows cast upon the cracked earth were only mottled like scars.

Surviving became increasingly difficult.

Even in the north of Eastern Wanggu, where human footprints were rare, muffled sounds often came from the ice plains; the mysterious ice that had not melted for ten thousand years cracked in large patches year after year.

Those ice shards, carrying the wails sealed since ancient times, swept across all directions with the cold wind, pressing the withered yellow wild grass into corpses stuck to the ground.

As for the south, it was even more desperate; ethnic wars that broke out for resources formed battlefields one after another.

In the countdown to death, more resources represented better offerings; this was the hope for the ethnic groups to survive.

It was also a decree passed down seven years ago from the holy land outside the firmament.

"When we descend, the five ethnic groups with the most offerings will not be annihilated."

Thus, wars became frequent.

It was not until a year ago, following the changes in the firmament, that the wars gradually decreased.

Only on those battlefields littered with corpses, the air-dried black blood became the witness to the chaos.

At this moment, the wind came from afar, sweeping across the battlefield, but it could not take away the bloodiness that had settled there, only causing the faded prayer flags wrapped around the hilts of some remnant swords to flutter in the wind.

Emitting a dying sob.

It became a part of the sound of the wind.

The entire Eastern Wanggu Continent was suppressed.

As for the Forbidden Sea, it was the same.

The once-surging giant waves had long since solidified into ink-colored water walls; the entire Forbidden Sea... had become an Ice Sea!

The ice layer occasionally cracked; someone once connected the patterns of those cracks and discovered that it was actually a prophecy map of Eastern Wanggu's collapse that was gradually being completed.

Perhaps that was the warning left to Eastern Wanggu by the heroic spirit of the Sword-Wielding Great Emperor.

And today...

The final stroke of this map of Eastern Wanggu's collapse was being completed amidst the cracking sounds coming from within the ice layer.

During this process, the sound of the glaciers cracking grew louder and louder.

Like the heartbeat of the myriad races of Eastern Wanggu at this moment, it was echoing more and more urgently.

It also included Feng Feng Haijun!

Within Feng Feng Haijun, all the power of the Saint Lan Domain and the Black Spirit Domain was gathered; within it were the Seven Blood Eyes, Xu Qing's old friends from the past, and those who worshipped him within the Black Heaven Race.

Although they were all mentally exhausted and had struggled through twenty-seven years, now...

Each and every one of them had iron blood in their expressions, carrying perseverance, carrying... the intent to die!

Wu Wu Jianwu, Kong Kong Xianglong, and Zhang San were all among them.

All the power of Feng Feng Haijun, led by Marquis Yao, deployed a great formation, concentrating all their strength to gaze at the firmament.

There was also the Xu Qing divine body sitting cross-legged in the Immortal Palace beneath Feng Feng Haijun, and Immortal Zixuan, who had already opened her eyes in the Phoenix Palace behind him.

It was not just Feng Feng Haijun; that urgent heartbeat was also strongly rippling within the Sacrifice Moon Domain!

The Heir, Ninth Grandpa, Eighth Grandpa, Third Grandma, and others were in front of the pharmacy in the Kusheng Mountain Range, looking up at the firmament with heavy expressions.

Behind them, Linger stood there.

She had grown up, her figure tall and graceful, with the shape of a dragon and snake circling around her, her expression firm.

The entire Sacrifice Moon Domain was rippling; that was a sign that the supreme treasure, the Niyue Palace, which Fifth Grandma had taken charge of, was operating at full power.

And a similar scene was being staged throughout the entire Eastern Wanggu.

Deep in the Western Desert, in the ancestral hall of the Minggu Race, on a throne piled with millions of alien bones, the king of this generation of the race was staring at the bone mirror in his hand.

What was reflected in the mirror was not his own face, but the sky of the Eastern Wanggu Continent, where the winds and clouds were changing.

Located in the Mingli Domain in the eastern part of Eastern Wanggu, the heavenly tribulation Race, the strongest race in this domain, had brood nests that were squirming crazily.

The outer shells of those giant insect cocoons were covered with eye-shaped patterns, and now every eye was seeping green pus.

And in the largest brood nest, the insect mother of this race sat in the center of the nest, her twelve tentacles twitching unconsciously, three of which had already broken, and viscous body fluid was still dripping from the broken ends.

She was trying to deduce the next path of survival for her race!

There was also the Turing Race near the south; as an ethnic group that had grown rapidly by cannibalizing small races over the years, they used the ancestors of their own race as totems.

Only at this moment, on the totem square, nine of the twelve totem pillars were breaking.

The patriarch of their race also had blood flowing from his four eyes, his expression ferocious as he looked at the firmament, falling into madness!

Except for the races that possessed gods, all other myriad races were like this at this moment.

All were ready for battle, in that tense atmosphere, under that desperate suppression, hiding fear of the future within bitterness.

But they had to face it.

All raised their heads and looked at the firmament!

Especially... the human race!

In the central part of Eastern Wanggu, the Human Domain, on the Qiwu Platform of the Imperial Capital!

The Empress was standing there.

She was dressed in a gilded imperial robe and wearing the Human Emperor's crown.

The twelve red-gold tassels hanging in front of her were motionless in the wind at this moment.

Just like her firm heart.

And the end of each tassel was adorned with a Phoenix Marrow Bead tempered by divine fire; one side... made the bloody divine mark on the brow of this Lixia Empress appear even more demonic.

But the other side reflected the black snow covering millions of miles outside the Imperial Capital at this moment!

To be precise, that was not snow; it was the sword qi of the firmament that had protected Eastern Wanggu for twenty-seven years, fragments of sword qi scattering into the world as it shattered!

They fell on the earth, on the mountains, on the rivers, emitting helpless, fine sounds.

Amidst this sound, someone walked quickly behind the Empress.

The person who arrived was a young man wearing a four-clawed dragon robe, with long hair draped over his shoulders, a thin appearance, and a hint of capability.

It was Xiang Ningyan.

He was no longer the little fatty who was used as a weapon by Chen Erniu back then; the current Xiang Ningyan had shed his greenness, not only with a firm expression but also with more of the majesty belonging to a Crown Prince.

Walking over at this moment, he stood behind the Empress, looking at the heaven and earth outside the Imperial Capital; after a long while, his gaze fell on the Empress in front, and he spoke in a low voice.

"Mother, the Yanyue Yanyue Xuantian Race sent back the envoy our race dispatched, and announced that in the coming days, they will seal their race and strictly forbid outsiders from entering. They stated that they will not participate in the war between our race and the holy land."

"Not only Yanyue, but the Beiming King Race in the north, the Chidi Daluo Race in the west, the Youming Yuanhai Race in the south, and the Shenlin Race in central Eastern Wanggu have all isolated their territories from the outside world.

The entire Eastern Wanggu, all the ethnic groups that worship gods, are like this."

Xiang Ningyan said in a low voice.

The Empress was silent.

She had long expected this; it was just that Xiang Ningyan was unwilling to give up, which was why he sent an envoy to Yanyue.

Gods were cold and indifferent; watching from the sidelines at this time also conformed to the hearts of gods.

The Empress raised her head and looked at the firmament.

The entire sky was churning at this moment, forming a giant vortex.

The scope of this vortex was so vast that it was shocking.

As it rotated, it was as if the firmament had been gouged of its eyeballs, shedding muddy blood and tears, and the falling sword qi fragments grew more and more numerous.

And in the center of that vortex, only those whose realm had reached the Divine Platform, or those among the cultivators who had reached the quasi-immortal realm that had not appeared for tens of thousands of years, could see...

Deep in the vortex, there existed a bloodstain that was continuously cracking!

The sword strike of the Sword-Wielding Great Emperor back then formed a curtain of sword qi that covered the sky.

It could have extended Eastern Wanggu's life for half a cycle, preventing the Ancient Immortals and the holy land from descending...

But now, its collapse had accelerated seven years ago, and it was now in its final stages.

It was three years early!

Vaguely, the Empress's gaze passed through that crack and could see magnificent holy lands outside the curtain of sword qi!

And the figures of cultivators walking out from within those holy lands.

Some of them... were quasi-immortals!

Eastern Wanggu's last quasi-immortal was the Sword-Wielder.

But the holy land... the inheritance had not been broken!

And behind those holy lands, the Empress saw a vast body.

It was exactly... the Ancient Immortal who had brought twenty-seven years of suppression to the myriad races of Eastern Wanggu!

Just by looking through the crack, the Empress's mind instinctively rippled; she could perceive the terror of the other party.

Although her divine power was special, under the aura radiating from the other party, it was simply insignificant.

Just like a quasi-immortal, how could one contend with a Xia Immortal!

So she could imagine the ending; the moment the curtain of sword qi shattered, it would be the time for Eastern Wanggu's catastrophe to descend.

"Unless... sacrifice!"

The Empress's hand pressed against the white jade railing in front of her, turned her head, and looked toward the Nanhuang Continent! ——

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