Chapter 327: The Future as the Chessboard, the Supreme as the Chess Pieces

Fist after fist was thrown.

When the blood ran dry, they shattered their own bones, squeezing out the marrow within; when the bones were drained, they burned their Dao, burned their souls, turning everything into the strongest fighting force, burning their very existence, transforming into the radiance of the Extreme Dao.

Transforming into a final brilliance!

"I am the Supreme Heaven, half a lifetime on the battlefield, half a lifetime of glory, sitting and watching the great world rise and fall, the epochs change, treading upon the corpses of ancient and modern heroes, paving the road with ancient immortal corpses, achieving the Supreme, knowing the past and the future, knowing Its existence, knowing the final ending of the future.

I am unwilling! I am the Supreme Heaven of the future—why should the ending already be fated!

I could go against the heavens and achieve the Supreme; I can also overturn this stretch of years. I will kill It and rewrite the future!"

That Supreme existence, half its body shattered, let out a roar.

"Having borne endless karma and come against the current of years, having already walked to this step, I will not fall here. At least let our journey not be in vain; at least let us see clearly whether he truly is It. Come! Let me break through all of this!"

With a roar, that Supreme existence charged forward without hesitation, transforming into a ray of light—an extreme light that rushed toward the First Sacred Spirit, dying in splendor, reaching its end in glory.

Everyone fell silent.

All were too shaken to speak.

What does it mean to know the final ending of the future? What does it mean that the ending is already fated, and that killing It can rewrite the future? What do these words mean?!

Things seemed not as simple as imagined.

That "It" was involved not in the great war dominating the past and future, but in dominating the ending of the future?!

Terrifying.

Hair-raising.

The soul trembled ceaselessly, beyond control.

Whether on Earth or in other worlds, every living being's hair stood on end; an eerie scene of speculation involuntarily surfaced in their minds.

It was an ethereal, unfathomably mysterious existence.

This existence was... It.

Before It was a chessboard, and It was holding a piece, playing chess.

That chessboard was not a chessboard—it was the future, the entire stretch of future years—and those chess pieces were the ancient immortals, the Supreme existences!

The outcome of this game's win or loss was the direction of the future, the ending of the future.

Uncontrollable shivering, cold sweats— not a single living being was not terrified.

The Supreme Heavens manipulated realms of heaven and earth like sovereigns holding dominion; all beings, the cycles of epochs, were in the palms of their hands—to live or perish was but a thought of theirs.

They controlled everything about the future.

This alone was enough to make one despair of the future.

All wrong.

In the end, they only just realized they too were but chess pieces, pieces in Its chess game.

What sorrow.

What desolation.

Cultivating to the Supreme, transcending life and death, time and space, even years themselves—only to discover that the future of these years was already fated. It drove one to madness, to uncontainable roars.

No wonder they would spare no cost, going against the current of years to come kill It.

Although these seven Supreme existences were enemies, their perseverance, their will—undeniable. To deny them would be to deny the blood of glory of the heroes of later generations.

They only wished to rewrite the future, to break open this long-fated ending; they did not want a future where they were not their own masters—they only wanted to be masters of their own future.

At this moment.

People could imagine the madness of the heroes of later generations: cultivating to immortality, cultivating to transcendence over years, only to learn the truth—what then?

And also at this moment.

Many, many people suddenly thought of something.

It played a game of 'chess' with the ending of future beings—then why did It play this game?

And since it was a chess game, there must be a contest.

Then with whom was It contesting, and what terrifying existence was that opponent?

The more one thought, the more horrifying it became. In the end, none failed to feel a sense of powerlessness, a deep despair—absolute despair toward the future, panic toward the past.

If the future's ending is already fated, then what about the past?

Is it possible that the situation in which our world has reached this present step was also fated, manipulated by someone? How the world should develop, who was destined to achieve immortality, who was destined to die—all was fated.

Not a single person did not violently shake their head, trying to drive away this terrifying thought.

"Forget it, forget it quickly!"

Even Immortal Dao figures directly took action, completely erasing the speculative memory they had just had, because the moment that speculation arose, had they not acted in time to erase it, their mental states cultivated over many years would have collapsed.

Having been a big shot for so many years, only to now know they were a little brother—who could bear this, who could take it.

Even the best mindset would crumble into mush.

Silence stretched on for a long while.

"Do you think... who is the First Sacred Spirit? Why did he come out to stop the Supreme existences from killing It?"

Director Saito looked toward the First Sacred Spirit and murmured softly:

"Such an existence—if not belonging to the future, but born in the past—could not possibly have no mythological texts passed down. Perhaps some deity in the mythological records actually refers to the First Sacred Spirit. Could he be Pangu?

The seven Supreme existences said the First Sacred Spirit wished to shatter the Primordial Realm and reopen its heaven and earth. In Hua Country's mythology, Pangu opening the heavens is very similar to him."

Someone chimed in: "That's really possible. Then by that reasoning, could Nüwa creating humans actually be... the First Sacred Spirit shattered the Primordial Realm, all beings of our Primordial Realm died, and so Nüwa reshaped humanity?"

The moment the words were spoken, everyone was startled by their own speculation.

It made sense!

Based on the information now obtained, the Primordial Realm has a long history; humanity has existed since ancient times, supremely noble. Then Nüwa creating humans in Hua Country's mythological history is very strange.

Humanity has existed for so long, since the very Primordial Era—where then does the saying of Nüwa creating humans come from?

Looking at it now, the reason Nuwa created humanity was very likely because the First Sacred Spirit had shattered the Origin Realm, causing the living beings of the Origin Realm to nearly go extinct.

Nuwa then stepped in and reshaped humanity.

Therefore, Nuwa's creation of humanity was not truly creation, but rather revival, resurrection, and reshaping.

"Then by that logic, isn't it very likely that what Nuwa patched up the heavens for was actually the Origin Realm shattered by the First Sacred Spirit!" Professor Zhongtian exclaimed in surprise.

"Very likely indeed!"

The crowd responded one after another.

Professor Beishan, however, shook his head:

"The First Sacred Spirit is not necessarily Pangu. First of all, the image doesn't match. What's passed down about Pangu is that he was burly and towering like a demon god, whereas the First Sacred Spirit's image doesn't match the recorded Pangu. Also, Pangu opened the heavens and split the earth — legend has it he emerged from the primordial chaos of heaven and earth to do so.

The First Sacred Spirit isn't like that. He shattered the Origin Realm. Although both altered heaven and earth, the essence is different.

Actually, personally I feel the First Sacred Spirit isn't entirely absent from the historical record — there are records in the history of Hua Nation.

The First Sacred Spirit is called the Sacred Spirit. The meaning of those two characters, 'sacred' and 'spirit,' represents a divine living being, a divine spirit.

As for 'spirit,' Hua Nation does have records on it. Legend has it that the origin of the character 'ling' (spirit) actually came from a person later generations called the 'Spirit Ancestor.'"

"Spirit Ancestor?"

Everyone looked blank, not quite understanding who the Spirit Ancestor was. They had heard of many Laozu Sect ancestors of Hua Nation — the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors and the like — but how had they never heard of a Spirit Ancestor?

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