Chapter 326: The First Holy Spirit's Restraint — Merely Fear of Damaging the Environment

It was finally confirmed — within the Great Wasteland Gate lies the secret of indestructibility and immortality, and it is true.

Only, this secret comes from two supreme beings who have been suppressed, making it damnably hard to obtain.

The key…

"Perhaps the reason the Great Wasteland Gate spread the secret of indestructibility and immortality was deliberately released by those two supreme beings to break their seals."

Involuntarily, the overlords and巨头 recalled the Great Wasteland Gate above the nine heavens, then recalled the nine supreme Dao imprints the First Holy Spirit had engraved.

Those imprint patterns looked strikingly like the ancient patterns on the Great Wasteland Gate.

This conjecture was terrifying.

The great overlords and巨头 shivered uncontrollably, unable to think further — the more they thought, the more horrifying it became.

No choice — damn, those are supreme beings, ones who treat entire heavens as their domain, regard all living beings as ants, and control everything in the world.

Living under the same sky as such beings — just thinking about it makes one's scalp tingle, like sitting on a bed of needles, as if one were constantly conspiring with a tiger, and any day those supreme beings might break their seals and fold this entire heaven into a gourd, controlling the end of epochs and the cycle of reincarnation.

"Why suppress them instead of killing them outright?"

"Perhaps such beings cannot be killed in a short time — they have long transcended the ages, indestructible and immortal — so they suppress them, constantly wearing them down, eventually grinding them to nothing."

An immortal spoke, his gaze falling on the First Holy Spirit, and said bluntly:

"Earlier, that supreme being wielding the war-halberd appeared to be slain with a single finger, but it may not be as simple as imagined. Look carefully — the First Holy Spirit's palm has a tiny black dot. Don't you think that dot looks like a whole heaven? The supreme being is roaring within it, trying to break out."

The surrounding巨头: "…"

"Catching geese all day, only to be pecked by one in the end. They controlled the world's heavens, sitting high above all, and now they too are trapped within a heaven — probably more unbearable than death."

At this moment.

Countless people suddenly began cursing.

"Despicable!"

"Are supreme beings this shameless too?"

They saw that one being — the only one who had never spoken — bring forth supreme majesty, his speed suddenly surging, crossing several epochs in a single step, and launching an attack from the side while the First Holy Spirit was sealing the two supreme beings.

He was using the two supreme beings as bait to launch a sneak attack.

Utterly cold-blooded.

To kill this First Holy Spirit who might be Him, he had already thrown everything away — whether despicable or shameless, as long as he could kill the First Holy Spirit, no price was too high.

"Having paid everything, reversed the river of ages, borne endless karma — whether you are Him or not, anyone who blocks the way must die. He must die!!"

The aura of the Great Dao permeated, already carrying a flavor that was Dao, was Law, was all living beings, was Heaven itself.

He was actually stronger than the previous six supreme beings combined, far exceeding them by a wide margin. The others had stepped into this level, but he stood at its very peak.

When his mighty power shook, even the void shattered, cleaving open primordial chaos, dividing the clear from the turbid, birthing all things.

And behind him, an entire realm of heavens had already been born.

One glance, a hundred thousand years; a flick of the finger, but an instant.

It had already developed into brilliance — gods and mortals standing together, myriad races vying for dominance, all manner of titans emerging endlessly, then all turning to roar at the heavens beyond.

Gods howled, demons roared, chaos shook heaven and earth, forming an even more terrifying mighty power.

When he finally struck, it was plain and unadorned, without a ripple — appearing simple and straightforward, yet precisely because it had reached the ultimate simplicity.

"Willing to pay the price of three supreme beings being suppressed, just to kill the First Holy Spirit — just to kill Him, just because he might be Him?"

People's eyelids twitched as they watched.

Facing the ambush.

The First Holy Spirit's gaze was calm, without the slightest panic, instead revealing a trace of approval — like an elder appraising a brilliant move from a junior, feeling this move was quite good, meeting the standard.

Then, he lightly raised a palm and pressed it forward.

In the most brilliant of collisions.

The main current of the river of ages stagnated, even seeming about to flow backward.

The brilliant blood of a supreme being fell into the river — a vast stretch of starfields was shattered, heavens crumbled, the sea of stars dimmed — but soon the essence of the supreme blood overflowed, and this vast stretch of heaven was all sublimating, advancing into realms of worlds, where living beings could cultivate to higher levels, no longer bound by the shackles of heaven.

Every world possessed its own Dao and rules.

The Dao limited a world's ceiling — the level one could cultivate to. Unless one's talent was monstrous beyond compare, cultivating to the realm shackled by that world's Dao was the limit, difficult to break through.

And the supreme blood directly sublimated this vast stretch of heaven, advancing it into realms of worlds, causing the shackles to break through their limits and reach new heights.

Under circumstances without assistance, for a stretch of heaven to advance would require the evolution of endless ages.

The supreme blood accelerated this process, sublimating it directly — the power it contained was simply inconceivable, making immortals click their tongues, their eyes going wide.

And such blood was already scattering all across the sky.

That supreme being had half his body shattered, his whole frame soaked in blood, yet he was utterly unmoved.

"Kill!!!"

No superfluous words — he charged up again, the strongest Dao, the strongest Law, everything burning, exchanged for the most brilliant battle prowess, fighting out the glory of this life.

The other supreme beings were the same — their howls tearing apart stretches of heaven, knocking down swathes of starry sky, erupting with the peak battle power of their entire lives.

They had thrown their lives away.

Fighting with their bodies on the line, in their eyes only the First Holy Spirit.

Without any surprise.

That supreme being whose half-body had shattered still coughed blood as he retreated, half his body cracked by the shock.

The First Holy Spirit truly seemed like Heaven itself — thoughtless, emotionless, irresistible, impossible to defeat, like a sky pressing down upon the world.

An immortal Dao sect master spoke.

"Is it my imagination, or does the First Holy Spirit seem to be considering the river of ages, not daring to fight with full force?"

"It's not your imagination — I feel the same. And I think, given the First Holy Spirit's temperament, he's not afraid of considering the living beings of the river of ages — he's only afraid of damaging the environment."

The moment these words fell.

The immortal figures of every great lineage all looked over.

Words courting death.

Mm!

Heaven-Shrouding Great Sage Lord, it really is you.

Three supreme beings sealed away, one supreme being's body half-shattered and gravely wounded — under such circumstances it all attested to the First Saint Spirit's might, yet they still had not retreated.

The world was moved as well; they had underestimated these supreme beings' resolve and will. They did not know how many times they had crumbled, their soul-flickers dimming as if about to go out at any moment, blood drenching this stretch of spacetime.

Charge after charge, dyed in blood again and again.

Endless resplendent collisions.

This stretch of the River of Time was beaten hollow; everything was smashed into fragments and reassembled, reassembled and shattered again, over and over.

The First Saint Spirit was no longer a person, but a mountain that could never be crossed — a despair in which not a sliver of light could be seen at all.

But the supreme beings still roared and charged up to fight, blood nearly drained dry, yet none retreated.

They roared, they howled, fighting to the death without retreat, looking like frenzied demons.

Blood splattered, bones snapped, supreme Daos faded — yet they seemed utterly crazed.

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