Chapter 848

The Dragon Ancestor felt grief and indignation.

When the Heavenly Court succeeded in stealing chickens, unsealed the Heavenly Dao, stood supreme in the world, and locked the situation with the Jade Disc of Creation… At that moment, the Dragon Ancestor knew everything was settled.

He knocked down Mount Buzhou, shattered the order of heaven and earth, and triggered the Great Calamity… This blame, he will bear it!

In terms of authority, he is inferior to humans; in terms of strength, he is also inferior… Everything is inferior to humans—how could the weak possibly overcome the strong?

It no longer exists!

Hongjun acts too ruthlessly, too absolutely; walking his path leaves him with no way out.

However, this was originally Pangu's contest—the victor transcends supreme, the loser falls into the abyss.

Hongjun didn't care either.

He left only a thin silhouette and a few faint words, speaking indifferently: "The wail of a defeated dog… who would care?"

"Accept defeat obediently, strive hard… Who knows, in the next era you might get a chance to win."

"Mm… this probably isn't easy."

"After all, you owe the Human Dao so much debt, with the human and dragon races repeatedly crossing over… tsk tsk, this might cause trouble later!"

"In the next few eras, you'll probably have to work to pay off your debts!"

"That blockhead of the Human Dao may not be smart, but he's surprisingly stubborn… even the August Emperor gets a headache from him—truly, he won't turn back until he hits the south wall."

The Dao Ancestor chatted and laughed freely, then left carelessly, leaving only the powerless Dragon Ancestor collapsing in this world, to be buried with all things as they return to emptiness, forcing him to wryly face his bloody dragon life.

"If one's skill is inferior to others, death is deserved…"

The Dragon Ancestor coughed blood, very weak, "This round, I lost."

"There's no excuse for losing."

"But, Hongjun, do you think you're the winner?"

"Come be buried with me!"

He touched the grotesque wound on his skull—resulting from being forced to slam his head into Mount Buzhou—an overwhelming terrifying backlash that directly devastated his origin, shattered his Dao fruit, and gradually extinguished his life's fire.

Yet, at the instant of impact, he vaguely gained some inspiration, received a stirring that transcended time, space, and causality, striking straight into his heart—a flash of insight beyond his original fate's trajectory.

It was as if this mountain‑ramming act were like the password to unlock a hidden switch, a key to a treasure left by an extraordinary being!

Or perhaps a terrifying outsider used the special origin of Mount Buzhou to directly involve himself in Pangu's great causality, thereby crossing beyond the limits set by the Human Dao, unbound by those rules, using this "cheat" to transmit information and guide him on what to do.

Whether the former or the latter… this reveals the most secret and terrifying information.

The Dragon Ancestor's eyes were blurred by blood, his will hazy, yet he stubbornly clung to life—even if heaven and earth were a furnace, refining all and burying everything, only the outcome of battle would gradually be etched into history's main text.

He suffered, waited, until Hongjun departed, then he used his blood‑blurred hands to dig into the shattered stones of Mount Buzhou, following an instinctual urge to seek that guidance.

Finally, he touched something that contained the deadliest killing intent of this era, of this heaven and earth!

It was immeasurably heavy.

For it was the condensation of all the blood and tears of the entire witch‑demon history!

In this age, every death, every sacrifice, is an offering to it!

All beings offered their blood and bones; however many sorrowful songs were played, ultimately they condensed into a wisp of fierce Human Dao killing intent, settling countless grief and resentment!

Because of grief, because of resentment, came the most terrifying… the Great Reckoning!

Good and evil will eventually meet their due!

It's not that they won't be repaid—it's just that the time hasn't come yet!

Now…

The time has come!

This bone‑chilling killing intent makes even the Dragon Ancestor, who once commanded half of Honghuang's hegemony, feel a chill down his spine right now.

For this is the Human Dao's anger, accumulated and endured over countless years, erupting when it can no longer be borne—the ultimate great revenge!

A grudge of ten lifetimes can still be repaid!

"The Slay Immortal Sword Formation Diagram!"

At this moment the Dragon Ancestor's spirit flared like a dying light returning, his dim eyes glowing as if with wisdom that perceives all: "I never imagined this supreme treasure would also take part in this era's game!"

"The mantis stalks the cicada, the oriole waits behind… but does the oriole win? There's still the hunter!"

"Having condensed the beings' grief and resentment, who is this sword formation preparing to strike?"

"When the gods contend, the witch‑demons wage blood war, and the deities' slaughter makes the beings foot the bill."

"One general's success builds on ten thousand bones!"

"Afterward, fallen gods can easily return, while the long‑dead spirits remain forever buried in the dust of ages."

"If Nüwa had not reformed reincarnation, their deaths would be worthless at best—merely stepping stones for the victors to walk their ideal path."

"What a sin and atrocity!"

"It will ultimately breed the most vicious killing intent, to slash the gods with a single sword!"

"Great Revenge!"

"Great Reckoning!"

"We deserve our sins; we ought to suffer this sword!"

The Dragon Ancestor's blood poured forth without cease, feeling his life being greedily sucked by the Slay Immortal Sword Formation Diagram… this truly was a "blood sacrifice"!

However, the Dragon Ancestor didn't care at all about this.

Moreover, he even added fuel to the fire, actively bleeding out, offering his essence, spirit, and energy to perform the ultimate sacrifice!

"My words have become prophecy—this era has no winner."

The Dragon Ancestor laughed, his laughter growing more grim: "Perhaps I already know why the Human Dao appeared, cleaving the ages, to provide us a battlefield to fight to the death."

"Perhaps there is a reason for the settled verdict, a fair battle."

But there are still some factors... each thread of time has a sacrifice; whether winner or loser, as long as one is injured, as long as one bleeds, they all become offerings.

And in the end, the victor could indeed transcend and rise, but the loser…… also contributed to this formation, offering up everything they had!

Every battlefield ought to have the same Mount Buzhou, shouldn't it?

The Ancestral Dragon played dark tricks, never having faced Hongjun; it was clearly arranged.

But his talent and wisdom were not lacking either; he almost instantly perceived a deeply hidden scheme.

"The Slaying Immortals formation is the sword, Mount Buzhou the sheath, the ages forge the sword's spine, the myriad peoples hone its edge."

"The more cruelly the gods ravage heaven, earth, and the myriad peoples, the more terrifying the final eruption of the Slaying Immortals sword formation becomes……"

"If one day even Mount Buzhou is shattered and toppled…… such a grave situation shows that some people have gone completely mad."

"Destroying heaven and annihilating earth!"

"Even Rahu couldn't accomplish this!"

"Even if past and present differ, destroying the world is no problem; but what it symbolizes remains ultimate destruction, more than enough to serve as the vastest resource for the Slaying Immortals sword formation!"

"At that time, this sword formation shall emerge to quell the turmoil of the mortal realm!"

"Ha… haha…" the Ancestral Dragon laughed mockingly, "It represents the annihilating killing formation, yet in the end it became the main force of salvation, attempting to turn the tide!"

"How ridiculous!"

"How absurd!"

"Whoever jumps the most joyfully must face the bitter fruit they forged."

"The madmen who destroy the world will ultimately be slain by the Slaying Immortals sword formation!"

"Hongjun, you won't be laughing in the end!"

The Ancestral Dragon laughed wildly, his laughter growing louder and yet more hollow.

Because, this battlefield had converged upon its final moment.

His figure also grew illusory as heaven and earth faded.

Yet the Ancestral Dragon cared not.

"You have schemed in every way, stolen heaven and swapped sun, used me as a blade, shattered Mount Buzhou…… and even employed the Heavenly Dao's authority to lock onto this situation."

"But could you have imagined that such a surprise awaits you?"

"Your schemes, too clever, have instead ruined Qinqin's life!"

"Lifting a stone only to drop it on one's own foot—nothing could be more fitting!"

"After shattering the sword sheath, what awaits you…… is the most ferocious killing sword!"

"Thus, even if I am defeated…… I have no regrets."

The Ancestral Dragon murmured, then suddenly turned fierce, shattering his own body, letting his hot blood spray onto the formation.

"Clang!"

A quasi-Pangu's complete sacrifice—rather than sneaking assistance elsewhere—this effect is too terrifying.

Immediately, the formation diagram roared, and from the four extremes of heaven and earth, from ancient times to the present, sword cries rang out, containing infinite dread.

These were the four killing swords trembling, a languid, satisfied moan.

The Ancestral Dragon listened to his own dirge of demise, gazing at the four killing swords, yet only saw an endless expanse of blood…… their aura was grand and fierce, etching the tragic rise and fall of mankind, nurturing the most potent killing intent of the human Dao, sweeping across the collapsing, ruined battlefield.

Where their edges passed, all phenomena and things could not be preserved, withering and collapsing.

All returns to Chaos!

No!

Not just Chaos!

Even Chaos cannot bear their form!

In the end, it is utter nothingness!

The ruined battlefield converges upon history's main text.

Yet likewise, there is a divine charm, carved into the sword formation, inscribed upon the killing swords.

At this moment, the Ancestral Dragon gains another insight.

"It turns out that, besides our blood sacrifice of victory and defeat, even the battlefield's ruin is a kind of waste utilization, recycling of scrap?"

"A preview of heaven and earth's destruction, to precipitate the fiercest edge……"

"I suddenly find myself looking forward to it……"

The Ancestral Dragon sighed softly, "If this sword formation reaches its end, could it even sever half of Pangu's life?"

"If we cannot deal with Pangu……"

"To maim and cripple the Heavenly Dao…… I think that might also be acceptable……"

"It's a pity I probably won't get to see that battlefield……"

In his murmuring whisper, the Ancestral Dragon's voice gradually faded.

Finally, his vital breath was completely exhausted!

At the very last instant of death's curtain, his lips curled slightly, using the last of his strength to convey his final thought.

He had made the most thorough blood sacrifice, thus establishing a slight causal link with this sword formation, voicing his simple wish for it to hear.

This is a last word, binding nothing.

However……

His death was not in vain.

The formation diagram trembled, possessing its own will, to see him off—or perhaps to guarantee something.

And!

The next moment!

A shaft of arrow-light blazed forth!

There was a peerless talent, who used heaven and earth as a bow, the ages as the string, and Buzhou as the target, shooting an arrow that shook the ages!

This arrow struck right in the midst of the sword array that spanned the Myriad Heavens, setting this sword array, which had drunk the blood of the Dragon Ancestor, completely in motion!

The array diagram rose and fell, manifesting upon the River of Time.

The four killing swords, moreover, cut across past, present, and future.

They are too powerful, too terrifying.

As soon as the sword array descended, it pierced through the ages, enveloping the entire era of the liches within the sword array!

Its emergence, its display of might, is already inevitable; nothing can stop it.

Because the Heavenly Dao has locked onto the great trend, Buzhou must fall!

And the Dragon Ancestor, moreover, sacrificed all he had…… Before his death, he still wanted to trip up Hongjun, thoroughly entangling the Dao Ancestor's great trend, thereby locking onto a target!

"Is the moment…… here?"

The Slay Immortal Sword trembled, conveying a vast, merciless will.

"It's here!"

The Extinguish Immortal Sword sweeps across, its whole body a dark crimson blade, bearing countless weathered marks that carry the despair and great sorrow of myriad beings withering in the fires of war.

"The past is the future, the present is the past!"

"The great trend is already set; the so-called order of time is merely a trivial matter!"

"The great trend cannot be changed, but the minor trend…… can be adjusted."

"We will eventually wage war, to cry out injustice for the deceased myriad beings!"

The Trap Immortal Sword wailed, "Who treats the myriad beings well? Who is heartless toward the myriad beings? Who, when the myriad beings fall into despair, reaches out to lend a hand?"

"There has long been a consensus!"

"The one who holds the sword knows best where the blade points!"

"So…… let's go!"

"The Exterminate Immortal Sword is the most steady: 'Go, exterminate the Heavenly Dao!'"

The four killing swords are of one mind; their thoughts unite, the target is locked, utterly clear.

"Good! Good! Good!"

The diagram of the Exterminate Immortal Sword array stirred, and a demonic shadow gradually rose from within—it was none other than the Rahu Demon Ancestor.

He stood with hands on hips, head held high, his spirit very exhilarated.

For him, being able to see his old rival from years ago, who once showed off, being cut down, is no less than a great joy for a demon's life.

Indeed.

We are all 'ancestors', just divided into Dao and demon…… Why should Hongjun loom high above, while I, Luohu, am cast into the abyss, nearly sentenced to a boundless Great Calamity?!

Could it be that Hongjun never rebelled back then?

Could it be that we are not all just tools?

Could it be that just because one is an intelligent system and the other a trash bin, they are treated so differently?!

Chilling!

When will the trash bin be able to stand up!

"You lot!"

"Follow me!"

"Kill the Heavenly Dao!"

"Exterminate Hongjun!"

Luohu Mozu waved his arms.

"Boom!"

Suiyue Changhe collapsed!

At this moment, past, present, and future move together; boundless sword qi rises from the downstream of time and the end of the ages, flows upward, filling the ages of eternity and the Myriad Heavens of all ages!

……

"The air of freedom truly smells sweet."

Hongjun walks among the mountains and rivers, his steps disrupting time and ages, displaying supreme might.

At this moment, he can be called invincible under heaven.

"With my strength, if Pangu does not appear, who…… could I not kill?"

He self-assessed, full of confidence, "Now should I give that little girl Nüwa a beating, seize her time node, and bind and cover her trajectory?"

"Although, with my combat power, I could push over everything…… but being cautious wouldn't hurt."

Thinking thus, his body honestly moved into action.

After all!

Cultivation, aside from seeking knowledge and exploration, not pretending…… always feels like something is missing.

Just as wealth does not return home, like fine clothes worn at night!

A brand-new challenge, Hongjun strides into a haze of smoke and dust.

But this time, it is greatly different from before!

"Huh? No battlefield set for the human dao? Is it because I'm too strong? Have I exceeded some limit? Setting up a battlefield would just result in being blown up, meaningless."

Hongjun sensed a subtle and mysterious atmosphere.

"That's not right……"

"If I abuse the weak, there's no demand on the battlefield either……"

He felt uneasy.

At the same moment.

It seemed that Nüwa, who had been sitting cross-legged under the willow tree for countless years, sprang to her feet, fists clenched.

Hongjun?

You're looking for death!

She strode swiftly, following whatever sense she had, heading to the designated place.

However...

Just a moment after she left, another figure strolled over.

It hid its head and shrank its tail, covered by layers of ancient, weathered Chaos aura, making its true form indiscernible, thus appearing exceedingly mysterious.

He walked slowly, stood under the willow tree, looked up and down, then let out a soft chuckle.

It's hard on her...

To come up with such an idea.

Moving flowers and joining trees?

Then... I'll steal the beam and replace the pillar.

He let his hands hang down, an ancient mirror hovered, reflecting the willow tree within it.

Thus, reality and illusion, truth and falsehood... everything became a bewildering dream!

(End of chapter)