Patriarchs Daring to Slay Immortals and Destroy Gods

"What kind of plot twist is this? Weren't we here for archaeology? How did it suddenly turn into going to war against immortal-like beings?!" A massive uproar swept through the desert. People were thoroughly shaken, followed quickly by a wave of terror. Over the recent period, everyone had been living comfortably. Not a single person had died in this so-called Great Reclamation; they had merely been excavating ancient tombs while taking in the exotic foreign sights. A few had even grown quite close to the women of the sun elven race, to the point of considering settling down in the mountain city. Yet now, out of nowhere, they were about to wage war against immortals! "This is an absolute nightmare of a start. In past Great Reclamations, we only had to clash with alien races. Who could have imagined that this time, right out of the gate, we'd be taking on an 'immortal race'?!" "Since ancient times, how many ever return from war? How many of us will make it out alive?" Everyone's scalp tingled with dread. "Has it been confirmed? Is there really more than one immortal?" Having retreated into the desert, the crowd no longer possessed their former leisurely demeanor. Every nerve was stretched taut. Clad in gleaming armor, with their spiritual weapons radiating bright light, their surging killing intent instantly soared into the sky. "The reports coming back are indeed terrible. A corpse-liberated immortal was bad enough, but there isn't just one. Worse yet, there is even an Earth Immortal! That is truly terrifying!" "What are you afraid of? It's not as if our ancestral masters haven't slain gods before, and just several decades ago, they even severed an immortal!" Someone shouted out to boost morale. "That's right! Every inch of our current territory was forged through blood and steel! Most recently, thirty-four years ago, they struck down a mirage immortal that dared to stir up chaos in our human realm!" ... Near the immortal graves, a dense white fog surged violently, tearing through the night sky and soaring thirty thousand zhang into the clouds. Every mountain-like burial mound was trembling, as if a terrifying entity beneath each great tomb was about to be unleashed into the world. In the region outside the necropolis, figures young and old stood motionless. Immovable and fearless, they were entirely undaunted by the imminent emergence of immortal-like beings. These were the ancestral masters of every path, each clad in battle armor forged from rare metals. Some were draped in brilliant silver, intricate divine-path patterns shimmering across their surfaces; some were enveloped in golden haze, their helms concealing even their faces; and others were covered from head to toe in black-gold armor, looking as though they had walked straight out of an abyss. These ancestral masters were supremely calm and composed. Each stood at the height of an ordinary human, yet gave off the crushing pressure of an imposing mountain, perfectly willing to join forces and suppress immortal beings. They stood there in silence, steadfast and poised, like a host of deities stepping out of a mythic era. Among the ancestral masters of the immortal path, a man clad in crimson armor spoke: "Sun elven race, I require a reasonable explanation from you all. Did you deliberately lure our people here to wage war against these immortals?" He held tremendous status. Even immortal path ancestral masters such as Sun Taichu and Wu Zhaoye stood behind him, deferring to his leadership. He was none other than Helian Chengyun, a senior ancestral master with one foot in the Seventh Realm and the Supreme Sect Master of the Yuxian Sect. At once, an ancestral-master-level sun elf appeared in the mountain city. Bowing from afar toward their direction, he said, "Fellow Daoist, you misjudge our race. Who could have imagined that corpse-liberated immortals lay beneath the earth?" "Come over here. I will determine whether your words are true or false," Helian Chengyun stated. Looking closely, his appearance was actually that of a youth—dark hair hanging loose, fair skin, and handsome features, with a single vermilion mark between his brows. His battle armor looked as though it were fashioned from phoenix feathers, stunningly brilliant, radiating a crimson metallic sheen. The sun elf ancestral master hesitated briefly, then vanished with a swoosh, reappearing at the outer edge of the immortal graves. In his youthful form, Helian Chengyun exuded a cold, stern aura. His name itself carried the meaning of bearing heaven's mandate. At that moment, his gaze shot forth two terrifying beams of light carrying astonishing fluctuations of Daoist charm. The crushing pressure caused the sun elf ancestral master to sway unsteadily. "Speak. Did you set a trap?" Clad in his red-gold armor, the youth commanded absolute authority without needing to raise his voice in anger. "We did not." "Did you know that this place..." ... In the distance, the hearts of the sun elves fluttered with dread. Their ancestral-master-level powerhouse was trembling ever so slightly under the youth's sheer intimidation. Eventually, two other ancestral-master-level figures of the sun elven race came forward. Hands hanging obediently by their sides, they submitted themselves to an interrogation of their Dao hearts. In his youthful form, Helian Chengyun possessed an overbearing presence capable of suppressing their entire race single-handedly. "Are we still going to break ground?" a powerhouse of the esoteric sect inquired. His aura was equally terrifying, and he wore cyan-gold armor layered with countless divine-path patterns. Helian Chengyun replied, "We break ground. It is no genuine Earth Immortal, merely a ghostly entity. Since it already bears a grudge against us, we cannot leave behind hidden perils for our descendants. Destroy it!" On the Newborn path's side, an elder exuding the scent of decay spoke. Yet no one dared look down on him. Clad in golden battle armor, he resembled an extinguishing sun; though his radiance was not overwhelmingly blinding, it was still profoundly awe-inspiring. He asked, "When do we act?" Helian Chengyun said, "First, make preparations. Set the time for one month from now. At that point, we sever the immortal!" The two powerhouses from the esoteric sect and the Newborn path each uttered a single word: "Agreed!" All of these exchanges were strictly confined to the periphery outside the immortal graves, kept hidden from the corpse-liberated immortals within the tombs. The three ancestral-master-level figures of the sun elven race were thoroughly shaken. These humans normally appeared gentle and agreeable, yet when it came time to act in earnest, an overwhelming killing intent blanketed the entire desert before they had even struck, cowing their entire race into submission. Helian Chengyun retrieved an incense burner and lit a unique stick of incense. He said coldly, "You ghostly entities are getting off lightly. Lighting this Dao-igniting incense purifies divinity, calms the mind, and soothes the ghosts and deities of the Yin soil." The ghostly entities beneath the earth seemed to sense the terror of this group above. The indomitable inner resolve and the calm, cold aura of these ancestral masters caused even the immortals below to feel apprehension, gradually drawing back the surging white mist. ... "What happened? The ancestral masters intimidated the corpse-liberated immortals, and both sides are coexisting peacefully for now?" "We can still go back and seek our fortunes? The ancestral masters are simply too formidable—they really can slay immortals and destroy gods!" "Stop gloating and seize the chance to go back and comprehend the scriptures!" Everyone set off on the return journey. Moreover, after that day, the ancestral masters and senior figures dropped all pretenses. They personally took the field to sweep up spiritual objects and distributed them directly to their juniors. Qin Ming, Wu Yaozu, Xiang Yiwu, and the others each received a portion of spiritual medicine. "Do not approach the main tomb or the several great mounds adjacent to it," came the order from the ancestral masters. As for the other great tombs, people were still permitted to enter and comprehend the scriptures within. For more than a dozen extra-large ancient tombs—with mounds as tall as mountains—the ancestral masters had used their weapons to pry open massive gaps in all the seals. "Middle-aged prodigies" like Jin Xiang were no longer restricted either, and each went off to climb the tombs on their own. Wu Yaozu said, "Brother Ming, word came down from the top that we only have one month. We'd better hurry and gather all three parts of the authentic scripture!" He and Xiang Yiwu had naturally received the complete Vajra Scripture from Qin Ming. During this period, Wu Yaozu had cultivated day and night with immense diligence. He practically wanted to kowtow to Qin Ming in gratitude, as this was the most beneficial technique for him—it guaranteed a robust physical body imbued with the charm of immortality, preventing him from treading the old path of his ancestors who had discarded their mortal shells. Qin Ming nodded. "Yes. Having trained the Vajra Scripture to a certain level, it is indeed time to retrieve the rest of the scripture." The great mounds stood like mountains. That very day, Qin Ming sprang into action and swiftly ascended to the summit of a mound. A blood-red tree stood here, lush with dense branches and leaves. Whenever the leaves fluttered, blood-colored mist and haze arose, sending billowing clouds of blood qi soaring into the night sky. "Not simple at all. The killing intent is extraordinarily heavy, as if a genuine blood mist is seeping straight out of the tomb." Qin Ming sat cross-legged beneath the tree and began to resonate, capturing the doctrinal meaning of this place. Everything proceeded quite smoothly. Here, he experienced another facet of the Vajra Scripture's true essence: beyond its firm, indestructible divine charm, it contained the evolutionary principle of a complete rebirth. *Why does it also carry some properties of 'blood medicine'?* With a look of bewilderment, Qin Ming finished comprehending the scripture at this site, still feeling there was more to uncover. Sure enough, this scripture had been divided into three parts. *In addition, there is an intent to slaughter, along with lingering traces of madness.* The following day, Qin Ming ascended the third target mound. At the summit stood an ancient tree that was dark red all over, the color of dried blood, and it even gave off the faint stench of gore. As Qin Ming sat quietly here, his body shook violently several times. He suffered a severe jolt during the resonance, feeling as though his head were about to burst apart. This area held chaotic emotions fraught with frantic, bloodthirsty desires. It hardly resembled a righteous scripture, making him hesitate. The scripture manifested by this great mound seemed to carry a form of mental pollution. Even so, he endured the discomfort, determined to see it through to the end. Eventually, he obtained the third section of the scripture and understood the situation. "There is nothing wrong with the authentic scripture itself. However, those who practiced it were overly eager for quick success, which is why it was divided among three people—the first two existed solely to serve the third." Aside from regular, arduous cultivation, the results of this authentic scripture would be vastly enhanced if supplemented by great medicine. However, legendary treasures like the Sun Tree or the Hornless Dragon Tree were impossible to find, offering no realistic hope. Yet the scripture also recorded that one could cultivate using blood medicine—such as the golden gallbladder of an atypical bear demon, the bezoar of a hundred-year-old bull, or the spiritual horn blood of a unicorn. In short, all of them required the essence of certain spiritual creatures. However, the three individuals inside the tombs had directly hunted all manner of powerful living creatures. The first person was responsible for blood refinement, absorbing the impure blood medicine, while the second person drew the purified medicinal properties from his body. In reality, the second person was merely a "filter," effectively another medicinal human. After he purified it once more, the third person would extract the essence from him. "Supplementing cultivation with blood medicine was already considered a shortcut, yet someone still found it too slow." Qin Ming finally understood why two of the three were drudges who had replaced divine bones and patched immortal skin, while the last was someone of the immortal path. After piecing together the complete scripture and studying it carefully, he deemed it exceptionally suitable for those who spent years fighting on battlefields; against so many opponents, one would inevitably encounter creatures with wondrous blood. Beyond vajra indestructibility, the complete scripture contained a divine charm of ceaseless vitality and could even reshape one's tendons and bones. Truly profound and wondrous, it was an invaluable authentic art for defending the Dao. Several days later, Qin Ming discovered that all the great mounds had been stripped bare. The spiritual medicines scattered across the mountains had been completely gathered. Even the black ancient trees and lush blood-colored trees atop the summits had been dug up and taken away. As for the Vajra treasure tree on the opposite mound, it had long since disappeared. Even the soil atop the burial mound had been reduced by a substantial layer; when the elders passed through, they dug thirteen feet into the earth. A month's time flew by in the blink of an eye. Aside from the ancestral masters, everyone from the various paths withdrew from the desert, quietly waiting for the masters to excavate the tombs and battle the immortals. "I feel that this matter isn't so simple. I can't shake the feeling that all of us are being kept in the dark," said Cui Chonghe. He was the closing disciple of Ancestral Master Sun Taichu, yet he felt that even he had not been granted full knowledge of the truth. At that very moment, a violent upheaval erupted from the deepest part of the desert. A monumental incident seemed to have occurred at the immortal graves: blood qi surged across the entire region, and a terrifying immortal mist churned violently into the air. In an instant, the dense white fog expanded all the way to the outer reaches of the desert. "A coffin lid is taking flight?!" Even grandmaster-level experts were struck with shock. A colossal coffin lid, carrying an entire city upon it, twisted through time and space as it soared up into the sky from the desert. "You commit an offense and still think you can leave?" A cold, stern youth clad in red-gold armor stood suspended in midair, chains of divine order dancing across his armor. He looked like a red-blooded immortal phoenix reborn through nirvana. It was Helian Chengyun. Holding a massive bow aimed at the soaring city flying away into the distance, he intended to shoot down an entire race single-handedly! "Fellow Daoist, stay your hand!" an ancestral-master-level expert of the sun elven race cried out in anguish. Across the desert, the immortal grave region seemed on the verge of turning upside down. Immortal light pierced the sky, tearing open the heavens, as if an apocalyptic catastrophe had descended upon the mortal world.