Chapter 1280: Opening Heaven

The sound of the Great Dao murmured, reverberating between heaven and earth, as countless ancient runes appeared around the Four Primordial Immortals—these runes were the vessels of their Dao fruits.

The ancient runes flickered and sank into the Spiritless Continent, triggering the seal at its base.

The world seal was forged by the Four Primordial Immortals using their respective Dao fruits, working together.

The Yin-Yang Dao fruit used Yin and Yang qi as the foundation of the barrier.

The Time Dao fruit caused time to reverse when the barrier shattered, repairing it.

The Survival of the Fittest Dao fruit made the barrier immune to identical attacks.

The Tribulation Dao fruit attached "Infinite Tribulation" to the barrier—Infinite Tribulation is endless and irregular, and can only be destroyed by brute force.

The four Dao fruit abilities intertwined, so even if all four acted simultaneously, they could not undo it.

Only by the Four Primordial Immortals activating their Dao fruits to weaken the barrier, then aided by the immortal maiden's endless self-destruction, could the seal be broken.

"Still not enough, still a little short!" Immortal Jiu Chong said in a deep voice.

"But this is already all our power!" Kirin Immortal felt unwilling—had they exerted their full strength and could only reach this point?

Just a little short, just a little short!

The Time Immortal said nothing, merely continuously activating the runes to decipher the seal.

Their voices were not loud, yet profoundly sacred, carrying the weight of history; through the heavenly tribulation, their conversation spread throughout the Cultivation Realm.

The entire Cultivation Realm felt the frustration of the Four Primordial Immortals.

Ying Tian Xian slowly closed his eyes, as if making a certain resolve: "No, this is not all our power—there is still one last method!"

The other three immortals shuddered in unison: "You mean to use our immortal bodies to ram the seal?!"

Ying Tian Xian nodded: "Yes, only this method remains!"

"But if we do this, we will——"

"No more buts!"

The Four Primordial Immortals finally reached consensus, each flying to the four sides of the Spiritless Continent, then suddenly self-destructing—people's hearts clenched instantly.

After the self-destruction, the Four Primordial Immortals bled profusely, appearing especially tragic.

"Still not enough, continue!" they gritted their teeth, continuing to self-destruct.

People were moved, rendered speechless by this sight—the Four Primordial Immortals had sacrificed immensely to break the seal.

Many could not help but tear up at the sight.

The sound of the Great Dao spreading throughout the Cultivation Realm now sounded exceptionally sorrowful.

Lu Yang was also deeply moved—the Four Primordial Immortals' acting was truly superb.

To break the seal, one must first weaken it, then have immortals self-destruct.

Thus Ying Tian Xian and the others asked the immortal maiden to temporarily grant them the "Undying State," feigning an impact explosion against the seal to conceal their continuous self-destruction.

Though they appeared drenched in immortal blood, they were actually unharmed.

The only real thing here was their immortal blood—Lu Yang had heard this was drawn from their own wounds at the plan's outset.

But there was still a small issue—Lu Yang wanted to ask: why did Ying Tian Xian and the Time Immortal bleed?

One had a body of immortal gold, the other a Golden Body of faith—did they even have a drop of blood?

Yun Zhi explained from the side: "Their immortal blood is borrowed from Immortal Jiu Chong and Kirin Immortal."

Lu Yang: "..."

Truly sworn brothers—so close they even lend each other this.

Boom—

Accompanied by the final self-detonation, the Four Primordial Immortals exhausted their strength, covered in wounds, unable even to fly, and collapsed helplessly.

But people's attention was no longer on the Four Primordial Immortals.

Because the seal of the Spiritless Land had been broken.

Crack—crack—

The slabs of the Spiritless Land shattered and kept collapsing, gradually detaching from the four surrounding continents, no longer touching them.

……

"Father, it's late—time to sleep." A young man carried tea up to the high platform; his father was the Director of the Imperial Astronomy Bureau.

This was the Imperial Astronomy Bureau of the White Horse Dynasty, the tallest building in the dynasty, built for observing celestial phenomena, calculating solar terms, and formulating the calendar.

The Director yawned: "Is it already this late?"

"Father, you often say the movements of the stars follow discernible patterns—our Bureau has a thousand-year history, long having summarized the laws of stellar motion—why stay up late observing the heavens?" The young man complained slightly; his father not sleeping made it inconvenient for him to sleep too.

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"When I was young, I often observed the stars at this hour—already habitual." The Director had a son late in life, cherishing this child immensely.

"But you're right—we've already mastered the laws of stellar motion; no need to endure this hardship."

"Especially since the mysterious region above our heads is eternal—no amount of observation is useful."

The Director laughed, pointing to the boundless, mystery-laden spiritual world above.

Since civilization arose on this planet, that world has floated above, with countless stars before it appearing as insignificant as dust.

Throughout dynasties, to maintain orthodoxy, they have proclaimed allegiance to the Spiritual Continent as orthodox.

In their legends, enlightened beings can ascend in daylight to the Immortal Realm—that is, the Spiritual World.

"Although the Director's position will eventually be yours—after all, only we in the White Horse Dynasty grasp stellar laws—but you must not slack off; I teach you the stellar laws to remember firmly, for this is our foundation."

"For example, these years seawater has risen, flooding coastal towns—His Majesty asks our Bureau for the cause, we say it's because His Majesty's position is improper, provoking heavenly wrath and public resentment—you guess whether His Majesty believes our words?"

The Director gazed heavenward again, looking at the boundless world, lips curling in a light, contemptuous smile: "As for this Spiritual World, it's merely baseless legend."

"There are no immortals in this world—legendary immortals are merely ancient ignorance, mistaking martial men for immortals, spreading error upon error."

A martial man lifting a thousand-jin stone is mistaken for an immortal—nothing more normal.

The supervisor stretched his neck, preparing to sleep, and noticed his son staring blankly at the sky with his head raised.

The supervisor felt somewhat relieved; his son was unlearned and had only a superficial grasp of celestial patterns and their meanings, which worried him greatly about his future.

Now his son had taken an interest in celestial phenomena, which could be seen as a return from the wrong path.

The supervisor patted his son's shoulder reassuringly: "Alright, stop looking, go to sleep. If you really want to watch, sleep well during the day and watch slowly at night."

The son did not answer; his body was like a puppet's, his stiff finger pointing rigidly at the sky.

The supervisor looked up, so frightened he sat down hard on the ground, clutching his heart as his upper and lower teeth chattered.

The eternal spirit world was trembling and shattering, and then blinding light shot out from the cracks.

Merely the light leaking from the cracks turned their White Horse Dynasty from night into day, overturning yin and yang, heaven and earth.

A thousand years of inheritance, the experience passed down through generations by the Bureau of Astronomy, came to nothing at this moment.

The supervisor's mind went blank; he didn't even realize what he was saying, like talking in his sleep.

"The spirit world... has opened..."

(End of chapter)