Chapter 807

The demon god perhaps doesn't care.

The great witch possibly gritted their teeth and swallowed a breath.

The ancestral witch will never compromise!

This is also inevitable.

The Wu Clan defeated the Demon Race, and humanity became the protagonist of heaven and earth... The difficult years of battle passed, and then came the pleasant time to split the spoils.

The ancestral witches contributed money and effort; along the way, how many comrades have died?

As of today, as the Wu Clan's largest controlling shareholder, theoretically they have the right to directly divide the fruits of victory; a single word can decide the rise and fall of the human way, a single sentence can determine the prosperity or demise of Honghuang.

But now, they seem to have actually been kicked out of the game!

Not to mention splitting the spoils, they aren't even given a seat at the table, not allowed to play a card, suffocated alive outside Honghuang, thoroughly 'represented'.

The ancestral witches were furious beyond compare—the sudden rise and fall of the gods came so abruptly; in an instant they went from huge profits to total loss...

Who can bear this?

Return to Honghuang, sword pointed at the Supreme Emperor—there must be a battle!

Holding such a will, the atmosphere of slaughter condensed, bringing the sound of iron-blooded slaughter to this grand sacrifice.

"Return!"

The ancestral witch roared at the Myriad Heavens, the divine beings howled through eternity.

The light of ultimate holiness shone, the splendid colors of sage virtue flowed.

One after another, the primordial divine beings, at this moment returning to their origins, re‑manifested the brilliant light and cosmic pillars remembered in the human way.

They stood side by side in the world, walking hand in hand, the primordial source of Honghuang heaven and earth trembled, resonating with them, a splendid road unfolded, Jieyin guiding them back.

Countless laws intertwined, boundless auspicious colors burst forth.

Phoenix Nirvana, supreme sacrifice, called back the gods' splendid moment, shattered the awe-inspiring remnant waves from the collision of the world-opening divine axe.

Amidst boundless killing intent, the gods joined forces, even the strongest laws between heaven and earth could no longer block their steps, opening the path of return.

"Go!"

Great Sage Zhulong led the way, raising his arm and calling out, the gods followed, and together they stepped onto this road.

But in the next moment, a sudden change occurred.

"Clang!"

The ringing sword cry, cut down from the ages, possessed the divine might that alone could decide eternity.

In the fragments of time, a lofty divine mountain's illusory image appeared... it was vast and boundless, magnificent and splendid, a rare pure land between heaven and earth.

However, no matter how this divine mountain embodies the essence of creation, it merely serves as a backdrop, highlighting the transcendence and extraordinariness of a Holy Emperor.

Mount Tai... Xuanyuan!

At this instant, it was the reflection of Xuanyuan's sacrifice on Mount Tai, becoming a tiger blocking the gods' path home.

Clad in ceremonial robes, wearing an imperial crown, Xuanyuan's heroic bearing shone, stepping on the edge of light and darkness, standing at the boundary of being and non-being, with one hand raised high, he grasped a dazzlingly splendid long sword.

That sword was extraordinary, its blade and hilt both inscribed—on one side of the blade were carved sun, moon, and stars; on the other side, mountains, rivers, grasses, and trees; on one side of the hilt was written the art of development and expansion; on the other side, the strategy for unifying Honghuang.

The rise and fall of the Myriad Heavens, the prosperity and decline of the human Dao, all were entrusted to this sword, shining with the brightest light of civilization, naturally splitting forth eternal calamity light.

The calamity light was dazzling, boundless splendor, seemingly nothing could block its edge; it fell here, cutting into the void of ages, landing in the hearts of the gods.

A point of vivid red light leaked, flowing along the sword's momentum, spreading through the ages, on the road before the gods' return, it painted a vivid red line.

The gods beheld that red line, each could feel their innate spiritual light trembling; in a daze, they seemed to hear all beings shouting, roaring, singing praises of the greatness of the human Dao, singing praises of the emperor's holy virtue.

Divine spirits changed color, sages were moved... those who had proven the Dao to eternity, the Great Luo, sensed a dangerous aura, an ultimate shock, whispering in their ears—

"Do not say I did not warn you!"

That day, Xuanyuan ascended the supreme throne, established the Supreme Emperor's Divine Dynasty, seized all the fortunes of the human Dao, his divine might was immeasurable, looking down upon time, everything was clear as day, he knew that the gods would one day return to Honghuang heaven and earth.

Thus, he stored away a sword, entrusting it to the ages!

A deliberate wait, uniquely deciding eternity, the Supreme Emperor is supreme!

When the Ancestral Wu led their countless divine demon armies in killing back, this sword will flash, a warning, an admonition, the line of life and death drawn for the gods.

However, as long as one does not cross the line, everything can be discussed.

If one relies on their divine form and steps across that boundary... then heaven will collapse and earth will split, all splendor will wither, one divine being after another will be struck down from their divine altars!

This is the sword that decides the fate of the gods and the myriad beings.

It cut open the Suiyue Changhe, the riverways transformed, downstream splitting into two illusory, uncertain streams, foretelling different futures, unfathomable endings.

But the Wu Clan fights heaven and earth, how could they retreat because of a single 'Do not say I did not warn you' warning?

Even now, the Supreme Emperor's manifestation across time, those 'divine traces,' are that astonishing.

Who has the Wu Clan ever feared?

No one is feared!

They even dare to angrily rebuke the Dao Ancestor, face-to-face tearing down the stage in the Purple Cloud Palace, so why would they fear the Supreme Emperor?

Moreover, this is merely a sword hanging in the ages, not his actual presence!

"Playing at being gods and ghosts!"

The Ancestral Wu lowly shouted, 'Honghuang, we are determined to return!'

"Gods block, kill gods; demons block, kill demons!"

"Supreme Emperor, you are insatiably greedy, stealing our achievements for your own use, you will surely be held to account!"

"We were just about to come find you, and you dare to provoke us first?"

"First wear down your sword's momentum, then go and slay your person!"

The oldest batch of divinities roared, their divine might erupted in an instant, tearing the firmament!

"Eternal clouds and smoke, myriad ages fade to illusion!"

Zhulong Dasheng bellowed, his word becoming law; he cleaved the Suiyue Changhe, shattered the foundations of myriad Dao, and in the chapter of the epoch's azure history, his Dao blossomed.

Heaven and earth collapsed; a supreme Dharma manifestation appeared, with a human face and serpent body, upright eyes gazing true, shattering the order of time, causing the four seasons to never return, making cosmic light fickle.

The supreme holy war caused the Myriad Heavens to waver, the myriad worlds to tremble; its impact was so profound it directly altered the foundations of countless universes, thereafter giving rise to the splendid extremes of day and night.

Zhulong: closed eyes bring darkness, open eyes bring light; he is the turning of light and dark, the alternation of day and night.

This is his normal state.

Once slaughter is unleashed, the ultimate singularity—day and night will cease their turning, become fixed… until the clash ends, dragons battle in the wild, their blood Xuanhuang!

Zhulong Dasheng received the baptism of the Grand Sacrifice, regaining the divine might of his former brilliant glory; with it he attacks, shaking ancient and modern.

However, this is only the beginning; even more terrifying moves lie ahead.

"Myriad Heavens Nirvana, Human Dao eternal life!"

The phoenix's primordial ancestor chanted, and the fierce immortal flame burned away the foundations of all "being" within the universe, reducing them to nothing.

In the deathly silence of the void, new life sprouted, the spirit rebooted, thoughts shone; together they formed a splendid chapter of the human Dao, crossing the boundary of life and death and nurturing the greatest power.

This force surged forward, striving to tear open the red line's barrier, blocking the surging human Dao power beneath the Xuanyuan Sword.

"Commander of the troops, ruling the world; conquering the six directions!"

Chiyou the Great Lord brandished the Tiger Soul Divine Blade, mastered the West's metal, slaughter filled the fields, and he exterminated all who resisted.

Beneath his blade burst the most ferocious will, becoming the pillar of slaughter between heaven and earth, the enactment of war, an exalted description of each tribe's struggle for living space.

……

The myriad gods returned to the same camp; this was no longer a lone god's solitary struggle, but the joint battle of the three thousand Great Luo.

A Great Luo, eternal and free in endless spacetime, represents the ultimate achievement of cultivation; one person equals a boundless, vast universe, having mastered all the Great Dao principles between heaven and earth.

Each Great Luo stands among the Myriad Heavens and Ten Thousand Worlds, entwined by successive rivers of stars, linked into formations; authority after authority combines in order, ultimately even reshaping order and recreating Honghuang.

The Honghuang heavens and earth gave birth to three thousand innate divinities.

For better development, Honghuang granted the divinities authority over heaven and earth, making each of them a dog manager.

They represent one aspect of heaven and earth.

But when these different aspects unite, that latent true meaning becomes terrifyingly evident.

"Hum!"

In the dark void, a phantom dao wheel appeared!

This was unmistakably the image of the Heavenly Dao!

It appeared somewhat incomplete, perhaps because the number of divinities here is slightly less, no longer the full array of three thousand divinities in their true heyday… but that does not impede its supreme power.

The Heavenly Dao is the greatest creation achieved by the union of the three thousand divinities.

It maintains the universe's operation, drives the renewal of the ages, and can almost crush any existence in the world.

The gods placed great hopes in it, giving them the confidence to go find the Taihuang and demand repayment.

They never underestimated Xuanyuan.

After all, his reputation is too renowned.

Moreover, he severed the fate of the fiends and gained the favor of the human Dao.

How strong will he become?

The gods are not sure.

But they are willing to give him the utmost respect, joining together to employ ultimate lethal means!

The phantom of the Heavenly Dao turned, crushing every obstacle on the gods' path forward.

The red line of the sword mark left by Xuanyuan's sword was thus destroyed!

As easily as crushing dry weeds and snapping rotten wood, like casually wiping away a speck of dust.

But before the gods could even show joy,

a terrifying event occurred.

The true calamity descended!

"Clang!"

The blinding sword light shone, illusory things turned real, a node spread in all directions; Xuanyuan Sword and the Taihuang became unprecedentedly clear at this moment, as if they had walked straight here, descending from the moment of the heavenly sacrifice.

"Return to the origin, return to the origin……"

In the dark void, the Holy Emperor softly sighed, "The myriad peoples are for me, I am for the myriad peoples… the long human Dao, souls oh souls!"

Xuanyuan moved, yet seemed not to have moved.

This figure blurred reality and illusion, making it hard to tell if he was real, sighing enigmatic words; Xuanyuan's sword swept down, its light brilliant, yet showing little killing intent, merely cutting into the grand sacrifice initiated by the Great Sage Yuanhuang—the ritual that let the gods reappear in their former glory.

He did not attack any opponent, and even his own body stood on the brink of destruction under the pressure of the Heavenly Dao's phantom.

Yet it made the gods tremble to the core, every inch of their bones feeling as if they were about to explode from terror.

"Phoenix Ancestor, quickly stop the ritual!"

The voice of the Tiānwú ancestral witch trembled with fright.

A Holy Emperor who has received the acknowledgment of the human Dao and is perfect in the Dharma lineage, he represents the human Dao, condensing the will of the myriad peoples… if such a being returns to the origin, what would it return as?

It is…

The human Dao!

The gods reappeared in glory, regaining their former prosperity.

And Xuanyuan?

He, borrowing the hand of the Great Sage Yuanhuang, likewise reclaimed what and awakened what!

The soul of the human Dao from the Dragon and Phoenix era!

——Souls oh!

Even, his footsteps had not yet stopped.

Tracing back in reverse, from the form of the Human Dao toward an even more distant past.

Human Dao…… how did it come to be?

In the ancient myth, Pangu split heaven and earth; his flesh and bones formed the material foundation of the Honghuang world.

And Pangu's soul became the foundation of all beings' souls, igniting the fire of wisdom for all sentient life!

Therefore, the Human Dao…… is still soul xi!

Soul, oh!

Soul xi!

"Return, oh!"

Xuanyuan chanted praises; his figure blurred, then became sacred and towering.

Inscrutable power surged, the supreme Dao shone, and the gods trembled, as if facing the most dangerous existence.

At this moment, the illusory shadow of the Heavenly Dao remained fearsome, but could no longer be crushed down; it was lightly lifted and caught by a hand.

The Great Sage Yuanhuang made a fine "assist".

She held a grand ceremony intended to restore the gods' glory, return to the origin, sever the karma of the undead era, and revive the splendor of the dragon-phoenix age.

Yet at this moment, it was exploited by Xuanyuan!

This is an unimaginable "aiding the enemy" act!

For a moment, the Phoenix Ancestor was stunned, disbelief and unimaginable expressions appearing on her face.

She was at a loss, her behavior abnormal, "How could this happen……"

"I really didn't mean to……"

The Phoenix Ancestor flustered tried to dispel the ritual's influence, but it was already too late!

Xuanyuan's transformation, using the Human Dao-recognized Holy Emperor as a catalyst, traced back to the ancient Human Dao, entered Pangu's cycle, and reflected the existence of a great being.

Such a great being, if not descended, would be fine.

Once descended, how could it still be subject to others' influence?

Inviting the gods is easy; sending them away is hard!

Faced with such a startling change, even the half-hearted Yinglong was startled.

She was doubtful.

This Phoenix Ancestor…… with thick brows and big eyes, went to help but ended up hindering…… could she be a comrade on the same front?

Traitorous behavior!

"Alas!"

A long, light sigh emerged from the mouth of the Taihuang who had returned to the origin and exhausted transformation, carrying countless heaviness and sorrow.

"After all, the times have changed……"

"August Emperor has passed, no longer whole…… the Human Dao is the Human Dao, not for the August Emperor."

"From now on, only Haotian remains."

Mysterious variables, in rising and changing, replacing and reversing, left the gods unable to see clearly, the Dao unclear.

All they could understand was…… the fun had increased!

"We haven't even gone home yet…… and we run into such a ghostly situation?" Tiānwú's sorrowful whisper resonated with the gods, "We…… won't be wiped out here, will we?"

"How could it be?!" a loud shout echoed through the ten directions, the myriad heavens.

"Just a counterfeit, and you still want to cause trouble?!"

There exists a supreme power, rebuking the ages, roaring through eternity.

"Huh?" The gods whose scalps had gone numb heard this voice and all froze.

Because, this belongs to a "missing person".

——Wenming!

Leader of the Bird Masters!

But at this moment, this leader is too extraordinary!

He trod through the dust of time, walked from the void…… infinite divine might swept across, not even bothering to pretend.

(End of chapter)