Chapter 47

Liu Qingxuan looked at Jiang Xia, reaching through the void to pat his head. “Child, Itachi’ve done it. Now, leave the rest to your teacher!”

Jiang Xia felt a sharp pain in his chest. He looked up at Liu Qingxuan in the void, a dark premonition stirring in his heart.

Liu Qingxuan’s gaze was resolute as he fixed it on Bai Ze. “Today, I will reverse the decline of our human race after a hundred years!”

“Life and Death Token, Yin-Yang Copper Coin—ignite!”

A golden figure solidified above Liu Qingxuan’s head—born of the prayers of countless lives, the unyielding will of humanity’s enduring flame through a century of darkness.

With every breath it took, the realm’s fortune energy surged toward Liu Qingxuan.

The deep blue fortune energy in his fingers erupted violently, transforming into a fiery chain stretching across heaven and earth, cracking the solidified air with sharp pops.

“Itachi’re burning your fortune?!”

For the first time, Bai Ze’s voice trembled with panic. His nine fox tails thrashed wildly, trying to dispel the force that sent shivers through his soul.

“Itachi’re insane! Itachi’re tearing yourself out by the roots—your soul will scatter into nothing!”

Liu Qingxuan did not answer. He simply flung the copper coin into the sky.

The ancient coin spun in midair, its front inscribed with “Life,” its back with “Death.” As it turned, it slowly siphoned and refined the gathered human fortune energy.

His body began to grow translucent; beneath his robes, his bones glowed faintly gold—his life essence was being consumed at an alarming rate.

“Heaven-Shielding Divine Art—Reverse the Fate Board!”

A thunderous cry echoed through the realm. Liu Qingxuan formed hand seals, and the golden figure above his head surged into his body.

In an instant, he became a blazing pillar of light, piercing straight toward the realm’s ceiling.

Bai Ze frantically unleashed his fortune energy, his nine tails coiling tightly around the light column, his amber eyes streaked with blood: “My clan has plotted for a thousand years—this cannot end in your hands!”

The collision of two races’ fortune energies filled the heavens with a deafening, rending roar.

Outside, the human sages rose as one, their eyes filled with sorrow yet resolute.

The beast race sages turned ashen, staring fixedly at the trembling pillar of light.

All beings of both races looked up at the sky’s projection. The human populace clenched their fists, praying for Liu Qingxuan.

“Puh—”

A muffled sound of spitting blood came from within the pillar. Liu Qingxuan’s figure trembled violently inside the light.

The blood dripping from his lips had not yet hit the ground before it was vaporized into a mist by the surrounding heat.

His once jet-black hair turned snow-white at a visible pace.

Wrinkles, deep as ravines, instantly etched his face—as if he had lived a thousand years in moments.

Yet his eyes burned with astonishing brilliance, like two stars blazing in darkness, locked unblinkingly onto the golden figure of fortune.

“Our human race… will defy heaven and rewrite fate!”

“I offer my Dao—sacrifice my soul, my body, my cultivation—to open ten thousand generations of peace for humanity!”

With a final surge, he poured his last shred of life essence into the light column.

The copper coin cracked with a sharp “crack”—but in that instant, it exploded with ten thousand rays of golden light, tearing a fissure through the barrier.

At the moment the fissure opened, countless strands of human fortune energy surged into the realm like a flood finding release.

Bai Ze let out a piercing shriek, his body dissolving into the realm.

He had calculated every twist of fate—but he had never counted on humanity producing a Liu Qingxuan, willing to burn himself as fuel to ignite the hope of his entire race.

The light column slowly faded, and Liu Qingxuan’s figure vanished from the realm, leaving only a cracked copper coin, drifting gently downward.

In a palace within the mist—

Deep within the palace, Bai Ze on his throne suddenly opened his eyes.

“Puh—” A mouthful of blood splattered onto the white jade table before him, staining the scroll that had predicted humanity’s fate for a hundred years.

“Liu Qingxuan… what a master of heaven-defying arts!” Bai Ze rasped the name.

“Issue orders: The Bai Ze clan shall seal the mountains. No one leaves for a hundred years!”

His voice spread through the mist, reaching every clan within.

Not only had he lost a thousand years of cultivation, but more importantly—the human fortune he had crushed for so long.

Now, like a dragon freed from chains, it roared wildly across heaven and earth.

Within humanity, all beings, regardless of cultivation level, bowed deeply toward the direction where Liu Qingxuan had vanished.

In Shanhai Pass and throughout humanity, whether public or hidden, the strong suddenly awakened, entering seclusion to break through.

At this moment, human fortune reached its peak.

Outside Jiannan Pass, Zhu Yan fled wildly, clutching the arm severed by Jiannan Zhu’s blade the moment he exited the realm.

He burned his own essence and vanished to the mist’s outer edge. Jiannan Zhu, who had pursued him, saw the situation and ceased pursuit, letting him go.

“Damn Jiang Xia! Damn Jiannan Zhu! When I recover, I’ll tear Itachi both into a thousand pieces!”

Zhu Yan cursed endlessly within the mist. Once beyond human territory, the suppression of the mountain-river order vanished, making him feel powerful again.

“Itachi won’t get that chance.”

As the mist churned, Lu Wu’s beast eyes locked onto Zhu Yan, his voice cold as frost.

“The Bai Ze clan has sealed their lands to avoid disaster. Do Itachi really think a defeated general like Itachi can survive to return to the beast borders?”

“Mountain-River Order!”

Before he finished speaking, he flicked his nine tails. The surrounding air solidified instantly. Zhu Yan felt his body crushed under invisible mountains, struggling to breathe.

From the left mist, a dragon’s roar shook heaven and earth.

A golden-scaled Yinglong appeared, its whiskers shimmering with lightning.

It exhaled a breath—not ordinary flame, but golden lightning charged with thunder, exploding on impact into charred craters dozens of feet wide.

“Zhu Yan, in the past, Itachi relied on the Beast God’s favor to let Feng Xi slaughter several of our clan’s prodigies.”

“Feng Xi is dead. Today, your life will pay the price.”

As he spoke, his dragon claw lashed out, and countless golden thunder spears materialized in the air, piercing toward Zhu Yan.

From the right shadows, a massive dark form slowly writhed. The head of Taotie emerged from the mist.

Drool fell from its jaws, corroding the ground into steaming pits.

It spoke no further words—only opened its monstrous maw, unleashing a terrifying suction.

Pebbles beneath Zhu Yan’s feet, even the spiritual energy in the air, were violently devoured.

“Delicious. I want a snack.”

Trapped by the triple pressure, Zhu Yan staggered backward. The agony from his severed arm darkened his vision.

He had barely escaped Jiannan Zhu’s blade, burned hundreds of years of demonic essence, and now his demonic power flickered like a candle in the wind—how could he withstand three demon sages?

“Taotie! Itachi’re the Beast God’s personal guard! Without his command, how dare Itachi strike me?!”

Taotie licked its lips. “The Beast God never ordered me to kill Itachi. But he never ordered me not to, either.”

Seeing Taotie wouldn’t listen, Zhu Yan turned to Lu Wu and the Yinglong.

“Lu Wu! Yinglong! Dare Itachi move against me? The Wuqi Branch won’t let Itachi live!”

He roared, trying to intimidate them with the name of his monkey clan.

“Wuqi Branch?”

Lu Wu sneered, flicking his nine tails again. The mountain-river force wove into an impenetrable killing net.

“Even Bai Ze can’t save himself—his ancestral lands are sealed. Do Itachi think Wuqi Branch will risk themselves to protect Itachi?”

The Yinglong’s thunder spears had already pierced Zhu Yan’s demonic defenses, leaving him scorched and bleeding.

Taotie’s suction grew stronger. Zhu Yan’s body began to drift helplessly toward the monster.