Chapter 746

At the moment of walking toward death, the dragon's dharma manifestation instead burst forth with infinite light.

It was burning.

It was offering sacrifice.

That specification, that level, in an instant broke common sense; it was nothing like a ritual presided over by a few ordinary mighty ones, surpassing the imagination of the two Yao Marshals.

Amid the blazing light and flames, the river of time evaporated dry; all laws and phenomena collapsed, spacetime here cut off, all existence here collapsed, a sheet of the most ancient Chaos spread, and silent void evolved.

Expending all sacrificial derivations, recreating 'non-being', that is the supreme realm only the Great Simplicity has touched!

The dragon, having sacrificed too much, with a clear and precise target, created this spectacle… This is a ritual with a clear aim, offering sacrifice to the great destruction, at the cost of self-annihilation, creating a destructive power of Great Simplicity-level.

Such power, in the Great Simplicity, is merely a floor tile… because at this level, there is not only destruction but also creation, re-establishing concepts and rules within the void of destruction.

The dragon's sacrifice is only destruction, creation… never mind.

But, this is enough.

Anyway, they only care about killing, not about burial!

Just want to drag someone along as a burial companion!

Using uncontrollable peak power, to strike a target with a dimensional down‑strike… even if it doesn't kill, it can still take half a life!

But, this sacrifice is too great.

The five strong ones who command the dragon's dharma manifestation are both sacrificers and among the sacrifices.

Among them!

Killing enemies across realms—how could that be so easy?

Just the numbers alone are absolutely insufficient!

In the Grand Luo's game, there has never been a saying of the weak striking the strong.

If there is…

That must be cheating, or someone behind the scenes!

Luck has long been insufficient to explain everything.

After all, who isn't an observer overlooking past, present, and future?

Do you want to be a pig standing on the windfall?

Others have already taken the spot!

Such an existence is a peak powerhouse, a behind‑the‑scenes black hand, the helmsman of a great faction, possessing absolute strength and the possibility to overturn the table and start anew.

The dragon clan originally also had such.

Unfortunately, at present, the dragon ancestor who could act as the dragon clan's behind‑the‑scenes has already been placed under a sealed title.

Tragic and lamentable.

Having lost the dragon ancestor's deterrence, the remaining members, even if they strive enough, are inherently inferior, have suffered an information gap, and are about to have their foundations severed.

The successor of the Dragon Master, seeing this development, feels utter sorrow and thus takes the most decisive, mutually destructive action.

To leave the enemy an unforgettable memory for life.

Therefore.

They are sacrifices, and merely among the sacrifices!

"You…… came prepared?!"

Jimeng Yao Marshal suddenly halted his retreating steps, his face grim and unsightly, he sighed, "With the whole clan offering sacrifice, you carry the fortune and all past glory upon yourselves?"

"Moreover, there is also the authority over this waterway…"

"By doing this, you have emptied the Dragon Master's entire reserves, leaving no protection; the defense will collapse at a touch!"

"Hahaha!" the blazing dragon's dharma manifestation laughed, "So what?"

"Before we came upon this river of time, we already understood!"

"This is a trap of Absolute Kill for us!"

"And when we high‑level ones are dead to the last, even if the clan's defenses are high and the walls thick, what can they do?"

"They likewise cannot avoid the result of being breached!"

"The same slaughter! The same destruction! Moreover, it even comes cheap for the enemy!"

"You, the Heavenly Court, can plunder our wealth, seize our resources, slaughter our people…"

"Rather than this…"

"Then we might as well use it ourselves, as sacrifices, to ignite the most splendid fireworks!"

"Do you want to plunder the Dragon Master's various technological achievements accumulated?"

"Go dream!"

"In the future ages, go bit by bit to gather and reorganize from heaven and earth… hurry up!"

"Otherwise, our primordial ancestor will return!"

In the dragon's dharma manifestation's final testament, there is a hint of jest; it is telling its enemies.

——The dragon's treasury is empty!

——You slaughter, you occupy, gaining nothing but emptiness; don't even think of gaining any benefit from heavenly treasures and earthly gems!

——To sustain war by war is a daydream!

The dragon's bloodiness, the dragon's decisiveness, are manifested to the fullest at this moment.

To perish together with the enemy, without counting the cost!

His proclamation echoed through the Myriad Heavens, stirred the ages, causing many powerhouses to feel moved, all were touched.

"What a fierce‑tempered Dragon Master!"

The ancient god sighed, "In ordinary times, one can bend or stretch, be great or small. But at the critical moment, they are so steadfast and resolute, fearless of death."

He has inherited the Dragon Ancestor's temperament…… Others don't turn back until they hit the south wall, but they, even if a south wall stands before them, consider how to splash the biggest blood flower!

Perhaps I somewhat understand…… Why the old dragon has such huge ambition, forever fixated on Pangu, unwilling to miss any era's opportunity.

To console such a sacrifice, without the highest honor, how could that be acceptable?!

Bearing the thoughts of the departed, everyone may retreat, but only he cannot retreat; he must be stubborn to the death!

Sitting in a row, sharing fruit— isn't that nice?

Relying on the Dragon Race's own hidden cards, if they raise the price on the spot, with all parties trading, reaching agreement here and completing the transaction there, after waiting a few eras, it naturally becomes 'the people's choice'.

But the Dragon Ancestor is unwilling to wait, and cannot wait.

He is no longer fighting just for himself!

The followers who follow the Dragon's spirit sing praises of courage, spreading across every inch of land and river, staining them with their own blood.

As a response, the Dragon Ancestor can only seize that highest crown in the world with an uncompromising, overbearing and mighty posture!

"Dragon…"

Standing on the chariot of the Human Dao, Xuanyuan's gaze rippled slightly, as if a fleeting thought had passed.

The Donghua Sword in his hand— today's Xuanyuan Sword— suddenly gained three points of sharpness, cutting the Demon Race's law of order and the survival of the fittest, cleaving a path to the brutal battlefield.

At this moment, the East Emperor's fighting spirit is not so strong either.

After all, the Dragon's Dharma Form's sacrifice is already settled; in terms of strategic goals, it has long been achieved.

Although the death of the Dragon Master's high ranks was not a killing but a suicide…… still, dead is dead.

Although the cost exceeded his expectations a little, the spoils were meager, merely reaffirming the war's balance and initiative.

We won.

But we didn't win completely.

This gave the East Emperor a hint of depth in his eyes, as if pondering, seemingly touched, he once again surveyed this era of lich contending for supremacy, weighing each clan's resolve and morale, adding a new variable.

"Though tiny, the ant can still shake the tree."

The East Emperor let out a faint sigh, his thoughts drifting, and a tiny Yinglong slipped away, becoming a fish that escaped his net.

—— Xuanyuan and Yandi joined forces in a frenzied attack, seemingly bursting with fire, burning the origin to fight again, merely to pry open a momentary passage and let a Yinglong slip through.

Taiyi also didn't take it to heart.

What great deed could a single Yinglong accomplish?

The battle situation is already set!

Even if one rushes over, all that can be done is to collect corpses.

……

Absolute oblivion swallowed a tributary of time.

When such a thing descends, everything becomes stagnant.

Time and fate, in illusory faintness and coiling; creation and destruction, in distortion and overlap…… all things, concepts and rules, they are fulfilled, they are destroyed, the ultimate product surpasses the limit of what mortals can comprehend.

Finally, it becomes an unseen, untouchable, indescribable thing— the coincidence of existence and non‑existence, the sum of correctness and incorrectness.

It is uncertain, yet holds infinite possibilities, and transcends the logic of spacetime, making it impossible for one to describe its entirety with present answers— because the describer's present cannot encompass its present!

To speak is to err; to think is to be mistaken.

It's like playing a round of rock‑paper‑scissors, or like a gambler's five‑million‑dollar jackpot.

There aren't many restrictions; the sole requirement is—— you guess first!

Wait half an hour, then I'll give the result.

Such a play might let you profit handsomely once, but I will never lose.

To crack this uncertain logic rule, only Taiyi can.

They have ventured into such a realm, they are the rule‑makers, the creators of concepts, transcending it…… As long as they are not struck by Pangu's great iron fist, having played a fair and just investigation, it becomes endless joy, and the final interpretive authority belongs to them.

In the most resolute march to death, the Dragon's Dharma Form unfolded its grandest sacrifice.

And what it brought about was the destruction of that realm, becoming an exclusive executioner of the 'fortunate ones'!

Jimeng, that is this 'fortunate one'.

Even if he has reached the peak of a great supernatural being, one step further and he is a Taiyi colossus!

But when he is locked down by his opponent, who says 'I want to play a game with you'……

He then helplessly faces the most dreadful targeted strike of this era, gambling his life.

"Roar!"

The Yao Marshal's roar echoed through the Myriad Heavens and myriad worlds; he aroused his divine might, exerted all his strength, and threw a punch condensing his lifetime's Dao, its light illuminating the ages like a divine sun sinking in the river of time.

Countless worlds, countless spacetimes, one after another cultivator who had leapt through time yet was not anchored to their innate spiritual light, whether fortunate or unfortunate, glimpsed this scene in the reflection of time‑shards, and sadly were assimilated, ignited, and in lament turned into wind, into rain, and ascended to heaven and earth.

This is merely an unintended ripple of a Yao Marshal's counter‑attack…… no, not even a ripple— just seeing what ought not be seen.

Jimeng the Yao Marshal displayed his Dharma Form, fiercely counter‑attacking; faced with an inescapable sacrifice lock, he sought to break it with the Heaven‑opening, Earth‑splitting Dao.

Unfortunately.

A slight superiority in level means boundless height.

In the dying whisper of the Dragon's Dharma Form, the ever‑shining Divine Yang seemed to dim!

Oblivion spreads, ending all things and plunging them into eternal emptiness.

Shangyang's sight was shocking…… just a trace of the ripple spreading, brushing her body, made that part of her flesh be 'assimilated', or 'annihilated', turning into an illusory bubble!

Her lucky evasion of the targeted presence was all like that.

What more for Jimeng, who is the focus of attention?

When the spread of oblivion even stirred the Honghuang world, the instinct of the self‑certified Great Luo plant‑person was triggered, naturally displaying supreme power; then the more terrifying Taiyi might swept in, shattering the Dragon's Dharma Form's 'kill‑but‑don't‑bury' sacrifice that made the world feel pain, restoring the destroyed vision, allowing the gods to glimpse a corner of the battlefield.

Everything seemed normal, as before…… Honghuang acted, the effect was reliable, and all phenomena returned to their original state.

Just…

It only traces the reappearance of time, the restoration of scenes, but does not deal with the aftermath of war, nor is it a mental hospital responsible for recovery.

It's like a broken computer; fix it and it's done.

As for the countless precious audiovisual materials stored inside?

That has nothing to do with it!

Honghuang's wild nature was stirred, it turned over, then turned over again, and went back to sleep.

Only left on the battlefield were the two seemingly intact opponents, Jimeng and the Dragon Dharma Aspect.

However, in the next instant.

The body of Jimeng the Yao Marshal turned into light, into rain, and scattered bit by bit.

His self could no longer constrain or define his form…… because the Dragon Master's desperate strike struck him, annihilating his form and shattering his will and spiritual light.

The form can be restored by heaven and earth, but consciousness…… needs self-repair.

Jimeng couldn't do it.

The Great Luo Dharma Aspect turned light into rain, gorgeous like feathered ascension, yet behind it was withering and destruction; a dim spiritual light gradually appeared, carrying the last thoughts of a Yao Marshal.

"Alas…… what a pity……"

"Taking shortcuts, failed……"

There was some feeling of emotion, and a gradual sense of relief.

People die for wealth, birds die for food…… As an Ancient God Great Sage, he misjudged the Dragon Master's final counterstrike, and was thus beaten unconscious, eliminated in the Lich era's competition.

He felt some regret, but also had sufficient psychological endurance, without too much blaming heaven and earth.

Although his actions were not entirely upright, he was also daring and willing to take responsibility.

"Shangyang, the remaining work is left for you to handle……"

In the drifting light rain, a Yao Marshal…… passed away!

Perhaps this is, in the Lich era, a truly and thoroughly fallen Yao Marshal.

After all, the rest of those reported dead in battle……

Each one has a story hard to tell.

"Alas."

Shangyang gathered Jimeng's remnants, sighing somewhat bewilderedly.

She deeply exhaled, then turned to look toward the other side.

And at some point, the Dragon Dharma Aspect had already collapsed.

As a sacrificial suicide method, there is no hope.

In the scattered Dharma Aspect, the innate spiritual light of the Four Sea Dragon King fell out, already dim, as if covered in dust, even its last words were not conveyed.

The only lingering thought left was Dan Zhu.

It was not that he feared death, but several Dragon Kings' patronage altered the sacrificial rites slightly, burning himself first to leave him to the end.

But even so, he could not survive; at the final moments, only a lingering thought remained, and he reached the end of his life.

"This battle has no winner."

Shangyang shook his head.

"Heh……"

Dan Zhu's lingering thought chuckled lightly, 'Not necessarily……'

As the words fell, time fluctuated here, someone went against the flow and descended.

That was the Responding Dragon.

She bore a wound——that was the injury left from breaking through the Eastern Emperor's blockade under the protection of the Yan and Huang Emperors, her scales shattered, her state miserable.

But she eventually came.

"One step late."

The Responding Dragon gazed at the ruined battlefield and sighed.

"Not too early, not too late, just right."

Dan Zhu's lingering thought then said, 'Ji Lai, come over.'

"I finally entrust you with something."

(End of chapter)