Chapter 624: Reincarnation Seal, Liu Shen's Self-Destruction

A long time ago, in every corner of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, a mysterious legend circulated—a legend about "Huang"?

A youth traveled everywhere, defeating the heaven-gifted geniuses of every clan. No one knew his past, nor did anyone know where he came from or where he was going. The geniuses who crossed paths with him only felt that "Huang" possessed a majestic aura, sweeping away all opponents, his spirit swallowing ten thousand miles like a tiger.

Yet "Huang" himself was unusual; he walked many paths and went to many places, as if searching for something, but after many years, he had gained nothing?

"Who am I!"

Deep in the Great Wilderness, the youth sat on ground as hard as iron. Before him was a massive black fierce beast; its scales emitted a faint, cold luster. This was a rare pure-blooded creature, containing the bloodline of a True Dragon, and its strength was close to the Human Dao Peak.

But at this moment, it was placed on a grill to become food, the scorching flames roasting its flesh into a brilliant golden color.

The youth instinctively revealed a look of covetousness, but in his eyes, he was still pondering the most primitive question of this world.

Where did he come from, and where should he go!

Regarding the past, the youth had not a single memory.

Opening his eyes, he found himself in this magnificent world where the Immortal Dao contended, with thousands of geniuses rising together, and the techniques he used were also unusual.

A person without a past is destined to be lonely and empty; the soul deep within has no true sustenance.

The name "Huang" was also spread by those geniuses of the myriad clans?

This question had also troubled the youth for many years, and there had never been an answer.

But the youth knew that once he found his past, perhaps that would be the time for him to leave this world.

The youth ate the Supreme-level fierce beast meat, feeling relaxed. Suddenly, a terrifying aura radiated from outside the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths!

That was the territory of the Foreign Realm's alien races, the momentum vast and terrifying, making one's heart tremble.

It seemed that peerless powerhouses were fighting. Battles of that level caused the heavens to collapse and the earth to crack; the entire great world was shattered, the sky turned dark, the sun and moon lost their light, stars fell one by one, and vast universes exploded, becoming ruins and fragments.

The youth had no way to intervene in a battle between powerhouses of this level.

But for some reason, a call from deep within his heart came from outside the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths; it was an aura as familiar as a loved one.

Looking up, willow branches hung down from the firmament like Order Chains. They emitted a rich aura of life, yet they were also divine weapons capable of breaking everything. Before such sharpness, even an Immortal King Giant would bleed.

"Liu... Shen!"

The youth subconsciously spoke this name. He clearly did not know who Liu Shen was, nor had he ever seen her, yet he still spoke the name, as if he had met a long-unseen old friend!

"Liu Shen!"

The confusion in the youth's eyes gradually disappeared. His forehead glowed, and a mark resembling a vortex emerged, its light mysterious, making one's soul feel as if it would sink in upon a single glance.

This was the Reincarnation Seal, a mark possessed only by peerless powerhouses who constantly reincarnate and let themselves drift in the great world.

In the myriad Daos of the world, there is a type of powerhouse who, at the end of their lifespan, will sever their past, disperse their cultivation, condense it into a seal, and then enter reincarnation to cultivate again. This requires immense courage.

The present life has no connection to the past; perhaps the present life will fall, and then everything will vanish like smoke, becoming empty through the ages.

When one reaches the peak of cultivation in the present life, one might trigger the Reincarnation Seal, but it is also possible that the Reincarnation Seal will not manifest and will continue to slumber, because no one can guarantee that the present life will acknowledge the past, or who exactly is the true self.

But once the true self is awakened, and the most primitive self is retrieved from Chaos, the power of the Reincarnation Seal, when stacked, will reach an unimaginable realm.

Clearly, the Reincarnation Seal had appeared; the youth before him was reincarnating, and had also ended his reincarnation early.

One Reincarnation Seal, two Reincarnation Seals, three Reincarnation Seals... nine Reincarnation Seals... this was not the end. In the end, a total of forty-nine Reincarnation Seals manifested. The youth's aura also climbed to a terrifying state in a short time, as if a single movement would cause the heavens to collapse and the earth to sink, making the Time River tremble.

After a long time, the confusion in the youth's eyes vanished, replaced by clarity. He muttered to himself:

"So that's how it is. I actually reincarnated into this era."

In some future space-time, the Ancestral Blood of Huang Tiandi fell through the Time River into endless space-time. In every space-time, there was a leaf that seemed to be him, rising against the heavens and contending in the Great Dao.

This is the unique, mighty power of Huang Tiandi's technique, the He Who Transforms Into Freedom Law, twisting space-time Karma, a single drop of blood evolving through eternal space-time.

Huang is the youth, but this youth is not Huang!

Among these forty-nine Reincarnation Seals, each one came from a different space-time, a different timeline, and likewise contained different memories.

The youth felt familiar because he had found the answer in the memories of these Reincarnation Seals.

"Liu Shen, in my previous life you helped me and led me onto the path of cultivation; this time, I will help you too."

The past cannot be changed, but the youth insisted on changing the past.

Thinking of this, the youth soared into the sky, turning into a long rainbow, carrying a monstrous momentum as he rushed toward the Foreign Realm.

In the Foreign Realm, facing the siege of more than twenty Foreign Realm Immortal Kings, even powerhouses like Liu Shen, Kunpeng, and the Nine-Leaf Grass could not help but bleed, suffering extremely serious injuries, their immortal light dimming.

Especially this time, the Immortal Kings included the top combat power of the Foreign Realm!

Immortal King Wushang, Pumo King, Luo Mo, the Devouring Immortal King, Yutuo, and Anlan.

Of course, Anlan had been dragged into it by his good friend Yutuo, barely joining the battle.

"As expected of the Ancestor Sacrificial Spirit and the Ten Fiends, you have actually caused my Foreign Realm to suffer such heavy damage and humiliation. But today, no matter how strong you are, under the siege of so many Undying Kings, don't even think about escaping unscathed."

Immortal King Wushang said coldly. He had black hair and black eyes. With a wave of his hand, he swallowed mountains and rivers; the stars of the heavens dimmed because of him, and the Darkness aura covered the sky and sun. His aura was like a peerless fierce beast, supreme and invincible.

"Hehehe, if I can Devour the Immortal King Dao Fruit of the Ancestor Sacrificial Spirit, I believe this seat will certainly be able to advance further, perhaps even stepping into that dream-like realm," Pumo King laughed sinisterly.

The true form of Pumo King was a Pumo Tree polluted by Dark Matter. The Pumo Tree was cruel by nature, specializing in Devouring the Ancestral Blood of cultivators and seizing the Dao Fruits of others, causing heaven's wrath and human resentment, with endless wronged souls under its command.

Once, in order to break through its realm, it devoured the living beings of hundreds of life planets. Everywhere it passed was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, with bones piled into mountains?

Liu Shen's true form was a willow tree; like Pumo King, both were plants, and in a sense, they were of the same origin and nature.

"You are not worthy."

Liu Shen said indifferently, her gaze full of contempt, not taking this Undying King seriously at all, showing even more disdain and mockery.

"Pumo King, don't think about swallowing the Dao Fruit alone; this seat also wants the Dao Fruit of this Ancestor Sacrificial Spirit," the Devouring Immortal King said.

"Hehehe, then let us rely on our own abilities." Pumo King said nothing more; it was naturally not the type of existence willing to share fruits with others, possessing no such morality at all.

However, it was not that it couldn't kill the Devouring Immortal King; Pumo King even wanted to eat the Devouring Immortal King.

Dark creatures are just like this; Devouring is an instinct, becoming stronger through constant Devouring.

"Anlan, why do I feel like you are slacking off? Every time we fight, you are the first to rush to the front, killing into the Nine Heavens? And you aren't even wearing that Undying Armor, but are dressed in a Daoist robe," Yutuo transmitted his voice.

Anlan's expression was calm as he replied: "When the snipe and the clam grapple, the fisherman profits; don't be impatient."

"When the snipe and the clam grapple, the fisherman profits."

Yutuo felt this made sense; it seemed that after so many years, Anlan's intellect had grown significantly, and he was no longer like a brute who only knew how to charge mindlessly.

Analyzing the current situation, if he used his full strength, even if he won, he likely wouldn't have time to seize the Dao Fruit of the Ancestor Sacrificial Spirit and the Ten Fiends.

Therefore, silently hiding his strength and accumulating power was the priority.

Besides, with so many Undying Kings present, it wouldn't have any impact if a few of them slacked off.

Anlan fixed his gaze on Liu Shen; his own slacking was a last resort. If he really killed Liu Shen, there was no guarantee that Shi Laoliu wouldn't cross the Time River to beat him up—he couldn't afford to provoke him, he really couldn't.

After all, his future was not yet fixed; like Shi Laoliu and Ye Laoliu, they would both reach the Sacrificial Dao realm in the future.

No matter how the past changed, the future wouldn't be affected much.

But he was different; in the future, there was no Immortal Emperor named Anlan, only that joke kneeling in the Sin Province.

Of course, Anlan wasn't afraid of Shi Laoliu; it was mainly because he had been in the Chat Group for so long, and thanks to the teachings of the big shot Xuanzang, his long-lost conscience was gradually reviving.

In the past, he had no choice, but now he wanted to be an Undying King full of positive energy.

"However, according to the current situation, the possibility of Liu Shen and the others falling is extremely high. How can the situation be turned around?"

Anlan pondered in his heart: if he were to forcibly suppress the giants Wushang, Pumo King, Tuntian, and Luo Mo with his strength, he might not be able to take them down, though he would have a chance in a one-on-one.

But once he did that, it would be equivalent to betraying the Foreign Realm...

So this method wouldn't work...

"Forget it, take it one step at a time. If Liu Shen truly falls, with my methods, I can protect a bit of her true spirit, and with Liu Shen's divine abilities, she will recover sooner or later," Anlan thought to himself.

As for Kunpeng and the Nine-Leaf Grass, he couldn't worry about them that much.

A new round of offensives began again; three or four Undying Kings besieged Kunpeng, five or six besieged the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass, and the rest all besieged Liu Shen!

The battle at the Immortal King level was too terrifying to be described in words; every strike was enough to destroy a universe or entire worlds. All Laws and runes turned into fragments, and just the overflowing aura alone could suppress and kill countless True Immortals!

The blood spilled by the Undying Kings could shatter galaxies and corrode vast star regions with every drop.

The Ten Fiends Kunpeng was driven mad by the killing; his massive Kunpeng body was torn apart, more than half of his skull was ripped open, and his eyes sprayed blood, yet he still shouted:

"I am Kunpeng! The sky is great, the earth is great, but I am the greatest! Kill!"

"Kunpeng Technique: Two Hundred and Fifty Consecutive Strikes!"

"Kunpeng Technique: Nine Hundred Consecutive Slashes!"

With the extreme speed of Kunpeng, Shattering the Void, the Kunpeng Technique transformed into a black blade, slashing down incessantly.

One could see Undying Kings bleeding, the starry sky filled with severed limbs and remains, though for Immortal Kings, regenerating flesh and blood was an easy feat.

The Nine-Leaf Sword Grass, seeing such a crazed Kunpeng, was also influenced by him; the Sword Intent that swept across the heavens overflowed with madness, and he shouted:

"You want to kill me? My fate is determined by me, not by the heavens!"

"Grass Character Sword Art Final Mystery: Grass covers the firmament and universe, grass covers the sun, moon, and stars, grass covers the Karma of eternity, grass covers the time of past and present, grass covers the eternal Dao!"

As the words fell, the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass disappeared; his true form transformed into a green Divine Sword that reached the heavens and tore through the universe. On the surface of the sword body, stars, nebulae, True Dragons, Phoenixes, Black Tortoises, and white bones manifested; a universe was born, and even more worlds were annihilated!

The sword of the Nine-Leaf Grass vibrated just slightly, and the emerald-green Sword Qi sliced open the Void; all who blocked it were slashed!

Those few ordinary Undying Kings who were besieging him hadn't even reacted before their heads rolled, having been decapitated.

This sword was the strongest sword of the present age, the most brilliant sword, the most glorious sword; those throughout history who could compare to it could be counted on one's fingers!

The light of this sword shone across every space-time; all who cultivated the Sword Dao felt a spiritual resonance and bowed to it, filled with awe.

And those Undying Kings who had their heads severed did not immediately grow them back, because this sword involved Karma, space-time, and the passage of time!

Under the influence of these forces, the Dao Fruits of these five Undying Kings clearly developed cracks, their combat power plummeted, and some even fell out of the Immortal King Realm, no longer having the strength to continue fighting.

After finishing this sword strike, the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass returned to his true form, his face pale, his aura withered, and his flame of life dim, as if it could be extinguished at any moment!

This sword had used up almost all of his essence, energy, and spirit!

This sword also made Wushang, Pumo King, and Tuntian, among other Undying Kings, marvel; if it were them, even if they blocked it, they would have to immediately go into seclusion to recover from their injuries if they didn't die.

"So this is the Ten Fiends!"

This was the thought of every Undying King present!

The cultivation method of the Ten Fiends had flaws, and the Primordial Spirit was difficult to perfect; that is to say, they had the strength of an Immortal King, but in terms of realm, they were flawed Immortal Kings. Yet, who could have imagined that this flawed realm could erupt with such power? It was too shocking.

If the Ten Fiends' Primordial Spirit were perfect and combined with their Flesh, their combat power would be heaven-defying and unimaginable.

On the other side, Kunpeng was also crippled, but his opponents were even more crippled!

On the battlefield, only Liu Shen remained, besieged by about ten Undying Kings, including veteran top-tier powerhouses like Wushang, Pumo King, and Tuntian.

Liu Shen was under immense pressure, her expression grave, her pale white dress stained with Undying blood; she was being injured almost every second, and her wounds were constantly expanding. She knew she was in grave danger and thought to herself:

"It seems I can only self-destruct."

Looking back, the Nine-Leaf Grass and Kunpeng lay in the Void, covered in wounds, with more breath going out than coming in.

"I am the Ancestor Sacrificial Spirit of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. Although I fall today, one day, someone will replace us and sweep through the Foreign Realm."

A look of determination appeared in Liu Shen's eyes; above her head, a golden orb of light, ancient and filled with the aura of runes, gradually emerged. This was the Immortal King Dao Fruit!

Liu Shen's Dao Fruit began to expand, overflowing with terrifying energy; the Void twisted, space stagnated, and time froze.

"She is going to self-destruct, retreat quickly!" Immortal King Wushang roared loudly, his expression extremely ugly.

"Liu Shen, don't self-destruct!"

"I am here!"