The two supreme systems—the Celestial Clan and the Abyss civilization—were both unveiling their awe-inspiring foundations.
Above the Nine Heavens, the pitch-black night was being scorched away.
A glittering ocean surged like mercury and flowed like moonlight, shimmering with ripples that carried a plain, ethereal tranquility.
A colossal stone statue of a woman rose from the sea, shattering this peace. Her eyes burned like blazing suns; wherever their searing brilliance reached, the surrounding void warped, the Night Mist Sea exploded into dispersion, and the vault of heaven seemed to cave in.
Raging waves lashed against the heavens. The stone statue rose with a thunderous roar, astonishingly manifesting eight dharma forms simultaneously: a stone form holding a book of flames, an energy-body form wreathed in clouds and mist, a flesh-and-blood form wielding a war spear...
From within the Golden Board's Mountain and Sea Realm, a peak Earth Immortal struck abruptly. A chain of order shot forth like a dragon swimming through the sky, aiming straight for the statue's head to pierce it through.
Between the woman's blinking eyes, sun-like beams of light burst forth. The radiant dharma chain unleashed by the Seventh Realm old monster instantly crumbled, melted away.
Deep within the Golden Board, the Sage stretched his body. His entire spine undulated like a great dragon, his bones crackling. He threw his strongest strike, the dazzling fist light instantly crowding the night sky and sweeping forth accompanied by a downpour of thunder.
In the silver sea, the book of flames in the stone woman's right hand flipped open on its own. Densely packed runes covered its pages, blocking and extinguishing that peerless fist radiance.
Within the Mountain and Sea Realm, the expressions of many flickered with alarm.
"Treading the night sea underfoot, who can stand against me in battle?" The stone woman let out a grand, heavenly voice. Majestic as a mountain, she stood upon the surface of the sea, towering between heaven and earth, her might intimidating the Nine Heavens.
*What kind of monster is this?* The Earth Immortals within the Golden Board all wore grave expressions.
"A war implement of a civilization system!"
"From what era could such a creation come?"
On the other side, the immense abyss surged into the night sky, hanging high above the dense layer of clouds. The exotic flower had only just bloomed, yet it already possessed a demeanor that outshone all creation.
It was extraordinarily bewitching, breathtakingly beautiful, dining on clouds and drinking mist as it took in the Nine Heavens Pure Spiritual Qi, translucent white droplets of dew rolling across its petals.
Translucent petals, engraved with Dao patterns, unfolded layer upon layer, suddenly unleashing hundreds of millions of rays of brilliance. The resplendent light seemed intent on driving away eternal night and illuminating heaven and earth.
The exotic flower floated above the mouth of the abyss. Most strangely, while above it was as bright as day, the depths of the abyss could not be illuminated at all, remaining pitch-black, unable to see one's own outstretched fingers.
Above, light pierced the heavens; below, it was linked to hell itself. Light and darkness bordered each other yet remained distinct as day and night, without the slightest transitional hue.
Within the Mountain and Sea Realm, several Earth Immortals struck in tandem to probe it: sword light like a stellar cascade, majestic dharma seals, and colossal dharma manifestations plowed through the sky, gouging out terrifying chasms.
Yet before the abyss, these various offensive methods proved entirely ineffective.
The bewitching exotic flower swayed gently in the heavenly astral winds. Two of its petals brushed against each other, spraying a shower of radiant light that obliterated all the Earth Immortals' sword beams and dharma forms.
Moreover, this process was completely silent, as if swallowed by a black hole.
Within the Mountain and Sea Realm, hearts sank. This exotic flower was extraordinary!
Evidently, it was also a war implement of a civilizational system.
"Before the Abyss civilization, even if Heavenly Gods still walked the earth, they would rot away! Let alone anyone else—you are all merely dust."
From the boundary where light and shadow stood in sharp contrast, the voice of an abyss entity rang out, echoing between heaven and earth.
Inside the Mountain and Sea Realm, the elder Earth Immortal monsters were more composed, merely staring at the exotic flower, while some of the hot-blooded youths couldn't help wanting to yell back in refutation.
The Golden Board immediately intervened. In a war between supreme systems, there was nothing to debate; standing in their own camps, their viewpoints would naturally be biased.
The words of the abyss creatures were grating and arrogant, born entirely of supreme confidence in their own strength.
At a juncture like this, all that mattered was hitting back.
Words were pale and pointless; talk was useless.
If you could grind your opponent into the dirt, even if you spouted the most outrageous taunts and made him call you daddy, he would have no choice but to swallow it.
Seeing their two "allies" step in with such domineering momentum, each deploying dharma forms and wartime states, the totem camp's thoughts stirred once more.
The Celestial Clan and the Abyss civilization promptly transmitted messages, urging them to join the fray and strike down their common enemy together.
The totems readily agreed. Eager for vengeance, they believed that with two supreme civilizations acting as the main force in a coordinated assault, they could surely shatter the Yujing camp.
"Blood for blood!" they roared, feeling powerful again, eager to join the feast and tear their foe apart!
The imposing Sacred Mountain shook. All its carvings came vividly to life as auspicious clouds soared skyward, as though the ancient, legendary totem gods were about to step out from the rock faces.
The entire pitch-black mountain once again transformed into a colossal altar.
In the previous clash, they had suffered a gruesome defeat. If word of today's events reached the depths of the night mist world, their prestige would be dragged through the mud and their standing would plummet. Now, re-entering the field, they wanted to reclaim their glory and dignity.
A great totem secretly cautioned, "Remember, don't let it go to your heads. Do not rush to the front. This time, we just need to put on a show."
They merely needed the status of participants on the winning side; afterward, they could boast far and wide that they had helped break the Yujing camp.
Within the Mountain and Sea Realm, from aged Earth Immortals to young cultivators, every nerve grew taut. With three great civilizations attacking simultaneously, the pressure soared astronomically.
Could they still withstand it? At this moment, many began mentally reviewing the contents of their wills once again, regarding this battle as the final fight of their lives.
With a thunderous rumble, silver waves rose sky-high. The stone woman fully revived, her eight dharma forms manifesting to tear through the celestial canopy, casting sacred radiance over heaven and earth.
Meanwhile, across the exotic flower in the abyss, every single petal was interwoven with dense Dao patterns. Their light surged into the firmament, capable of obliterating Earth Immortals—and there were layers upon layers of them...
This was a civilizational clash of systems, perilous beyond measure.
Even a peerless powerhouse of the Seventh Realm, charging out alone, would be like a moth to a flame, annihilated in an instant.
At the critical juncture, the Golden Board asked everyone within the Mountain and Sea Realm, "Have you ever seen a sky full of stars?"
Everyone shook their heads; naturally, they never had.
The next instant, the night sky was washed clean, completely transformed from before.
Radiance flowed everywhere like murmuring streams—pure, soft, and gentle. It felt like moonlight spilling down, carrying an otherworldly aura of serene, translucent beauty.
The night mist vanished, and countless stars appeared: brilliant, vast, stretching without end, dotting the entire vault of heaven.
For a moment, everyone froze in awe.
Within the Mountain and Sea Realm, some emotional youths were moved to tears. Having never experienced a world bathed in glorious light, this had been a myth to them—the deepest hope and yearning of their hearts. Now it had been granted, realized; they were truly seeing it.
It was the profound emotion of witnessing the true face of the world, a magnificent spectacle never before seen in the night mist world.
The enemies were also dazed. Whether it was the seven-headed dragon in the silver sea or those monstrous figures as colossal as mountains within the abyss, their expressions all froze.
The night was pristine, the stars dazzling!
Suddenly, within the abyss, a mountain-sized head shook. Its face was covered with densely clustered golden eyes. Upon seeing the truth, it shrieked in warning: "Danger! Block it!"
"Kill!"
In the silver sea, the Silver-Blooded Winged Beings, Black Flame Undying Birds, and others bellowed loudly, pouring power into the stone woman.
Above, the stars of the heavens were drawing closer, growing clearer by the moment.
Then, people saw that those great stars were rumbling and rotating with blinding light. Not only were they real, but they were plunging toward them.
Yet every star across the heavens was burning, crashing downward with a devastating aura of ruin.
Immediately after, people saw the truth.
Countless meteors glowed, tearing through the night sky and burning furiously. Laden with rich Dao rhyme and wreathed in fragments of order, they crashed down upon the three camps.
In this era, with the sun long gone, the stars of the heavens were indeed no longer visible.
This was the Golden Board's method, its accumulated foundation. A creation from Yujing's glorious era, it possessed multiple forms, and now yet another wartime state had been unlocked.
Furthermore, it bore a name: All Stars Incinerated!
The Golden Board trembled, its multicolored glow bridging heaven and earth.
It sought to fill the silver sea and flood the abyss with stars—a sight both magnificent and unimaginably terrifying.
Even the supreme civilizations felt their heads pound in dismay, throwing everything they had into resistance. To them, this looked like an apocalyptic catastrophe, a resolve to drag everyone down in mutual destruction.
Tsunamis battered the heavens. The colossal figure in the silver sea cycled through her eight forms to meet the approaching stars, erupting with blinding holy light that set the sky ablaze.
The Abyss civilization did the same. The exotic flower soared and expanded continuously, striving to hold up the vast night canopy, unwilling to let the falling stars annihilate all life in the abyss below.
Every sway of those radiant petals was like a host of Earth Immortals slashing dense swarms of sword light, piercing the Nine Heavens.
The totem camp was numb with despair. They had hidden in the rear, intending to participate only as "fringe figures," only to find they had nowhere to hide. They had no choice but to truly fight for their lives.
"Old Jin, we saw it!" some youths shouted, wiping away the tears at the corners of their eyes. They realized their emotional display had been in vain—was this meant to destroy both sides together?
Rumble! Deafening tsunamis roared in the silver sea as meteors bearing light of order smashed into it, battering through the vast ocean while turbulent waves washed the night sky.
The stone woman shook violently, rapidly shifting between her various dharma forms.
At one moment she wielded a spear, deflecting one "great star" after another; at the next she flipped through the book of flames, its pages rustling loudly as golden symbols surged to form a protective curtain of light...
In the white-hot bloodbath, her shoulder was struck. With disheveled hair, she was being enveloped and eroded by a web of order woven from the falling stars.
By the end, what burned in the sky no longer resembled falling stars or meteors, but immortal swords striking down one after another.
Beams of light howled down in succession, tipped with energy meteors and dragging trails of radiance tens to hundreds of li long, blotting out the sky as they drove into the silver sea.
The stone woman's shoulder blew apart. Even when she transformed into a cloud-mist form, she suffered the agony of all stars descending together to burn the heavens and boil the seas.
The spear in her hand dimmed, and then, with a sharp crack, it actually snapped.
When she shifted to another dharma form, the book of flames in her hand was pierced through, ragged holes blasted through every page.
Most terrifying of all, the falling stars plunged into the sea, bringing the silver waters to a boil; those Celestial Clan members who failed to take cover within the formation platforms were shredded to pieces, dissolving into flares of light.
On the other side, above the abyss, the exotic flower blossomed fully, unleashing tens of thousands of layers of Dao patterns. It sought to seal the heavens with a rain of light, yet All Stars Incinerated still broke through.
The night sky was a scene of devastation, littered with broken branches and fallen leaves. The exotic flower that once surpassed all blooms had lost many of its petals, shattered into scattered fragments.
Even the abyss was briefly illuminated, as countless energy meteors carrying light of order crashed into its depths.
Some colossal figures inside detonated into blood mists, while even more terrifying monsters fled toward the subterranean depths, summoning the power of the abyss.
The majestic abyss, once resembling a cosmic black hole, was now crisscrossed with fractures. Having undergone a terrifying "baptism," even its mouth was blown apart.
The Totem Sacred Mountain, transformed into a magnificent and grand altar, now sported several gaping holes, blasted through and partially smashed to pieces.
Several great totems glared with eyes nearly tearing at the corners. Many more of their elites had perished, resulting in grievous losses. As one of the three supreme factions, entering the battle together, how could they still be so heavily battered? The core leadership was going mad.
At the same time, they thought the people of Yujing were even crazier: knowing they couldn't withstand three camps, were they willing to burn themselves to ash?
At last, the stars dimmed and drifted away. The beams of light piercing heaven and earth vanished, and the boundless night sky returned to its former state.
Waves churned across the silver sea, unable to calm down for a long time.
Three of the stone woman's dharma forms were destroyed, almost reducing her power by half, and her remaining forms were damaged as well.
"Now that you have exhausted everything, what do you have left to contend with me?" The stone woman spoke, her voice an amalgamation of many men and women.
This was the collective will of the Celestial Clan within the silver sea. Even those powerful beings, as shrewd as they were, could no longer maintain their calm demeanor, their voices tinged with indignation.
Above all, they had been hurt and partially crippled, their supposedly invincible golden body dharma forms shattered.
The Abyss civilization had suffered just as severely. Its exit had collapsed, the chasm was covered in cracks, and most importantly, nearly half the petals of the wartime Flower of the Abyss had been destroyed, withering across the ground.
Deep in the abyss, broken scales as large as bedboards and massive blood-stained horns floated amidst the darkness in disarray, bearing testament to the sheer savagery of the clash.
From the depths of the earth, an ancient, domineering voice penetrated upward: "Yujing, we will offer you in blood sacrifice!"
In an instant, the sea of night mist that had begun rolling back across the sky blasted apart once more, scattering in all directions under the terrifying acoustic shockwave.
Within the totem camp, someone wanted to spout threats as well, only to suddenly notice thirty-six iron rods leisurely drifting across, drawing in the blood mist of the fallen champions.
*Are these things shit-stirrers? How dare they show up at a time like this?*
Several great totems wore dark expressions and immediately sealed the Sacred Mountain.
Outrageously, the Thirty-Six Heaven-Anchoring Divine Stakes were utterly audacious. Seeing that the damaged formation across the Sacred Mountain could not seal immediately, they plunged down like crowbars, jamming themselves into the fissures to siphon massive amounts of blood mist, fractured consciousnesses, and soul light.
The great totems were furious. What kind of utter bullshit was this?!
A group of great totems lashed out. Who did these stakes think they were looking down on? Such blatant provocation was rubbing humiliation right in their faces.
In an instant, though riddled with see-through holes and covered in cracks, the entire Sacred Mountain radiated holy light, attempting to trap those thick metal rods.
With a hum, the thirty-six divine stakes darted off like swimming dragons, shuttling through the void and vanishing beyond the horizon.
And from the edge of the sky, a voice drifted back: "The day the Totem Sacred Mountain is smashed to rubble is not far off!"
They were relatively tactful; though they had lurked near the silver sea and earth abyss, they had not drawn blood mist right in their faces.
"What's the matter? Silent? Speechless? Have you run out of steam? Come on, hit us again!" Voices rang out from the silver sea and the abyss one after another. They wanted wild revenge.
However, they were deeply wary and did not strike immediately, resorting to various probes instead.
"Since you've asked, I shall grant your wish!" the Golden Board responded.
The next instant, the stars reappeared, illuminating the world. Outside the Mountain and Sea Realm, it seemed to turn into a sea of stars as yet another apocalyptic catastrophe descended.
"There's really more?!" The composure of many in the totem camp shattered. Was this really the same Yujing camp they had once thought they could handle all by themselves?
If tactics of this caliber had been used on them at the very start, they... simply dared not imagine the consequences.
And this was while the Golden Board was focusing its attacks on the other two camps rather than fixating on them.
Howls echoed from the silver sea and the abyss. Billows, black mist, the stone statue, and the exotic flower were all submerged beneath the overwhelming torrent of "star swords," enduring relentless battering and piercing, leaving heaven and earth devastated...
Within the Mountain and Sea Realm, everyone was gasping for breath, utterly exhausted. From old to young, all had erupted with full power to sustain the Golden Board's ferocious assault.
Now, many were pushed to the brink of collapse from exhaustion.
When this wave of attacks finally ceased, most people collapsed to the ground, so drained they did not even want to twitch a muscle.
They desperately needed to rest and recuperate, unable to fight any longer.
Even Qin Ming felt waves of fatigue and hollow exhaustion.
At this moment, atop each mountain peak, glowing mists carrying broth flew out from cauldrons that bubbled with ancestral trees and spiritual vines, delivering nourishment directly into everyone's mouths.
The Golden Board spoke: "Hurry and recover. Once the deterrent foundations and reserves are completely exhausted, I'll still be counting on you to fight."
Silence reigned over the silver sea and the abyss at first, followed by low growls from their high-level leaders. Boundless resentment filled their hearts; no longer could they maintain their earlier pride and arrogance as their losses mounted.
The Celestial Clan's stone statue had lost most of its eight wartime dharma forms, battered nearly to ruin and crippled beyond use.
At the mouth of the abyss, the exotic flower was withered and battered. How many years of recuperation it would require to recover was unknown. Unable to fight any longer, it retreated into the pitch-black subterranean depths.
The Totem Sacred Mountain was cracked apart, shedding countless colossal boulders. Riddled with fissures through which light shone from front to back, repairing it would be far more troublesome.
"Ahhh!" An elder totem's eyes turned blood-red. This battle had become an unbearable burden to them, like a nightmare.
Most infuriatingly, those thirty-six street-loiterer divine stakes returned yet again. Reaching through the breached formations, they frantically siphoned blood mist without even bothering to disguise their actions.
"Scram!" Several great totems struck out.
Yet this time, the Thirty-Six Heaven-Anchoring Divine Stakes did not flee immediately. Instead, they stood their ground and struck back. With a roar, the Sacred Mountain shook, earth and stone flew everywhere, and thirty-six more gaping holes were stabbed into it.
"This—"
The pupils of many totems contracted. Having been nourished on blood sacrifices until now, dared this set of supreme weapons actually exchange blows with them?
The Thirty-Six Heaven-Anchoring Divine Stakes were summoned back by the Golden Board. Knowing when to stop, they didn't unleash their full power, unwilling to waste energy on the Totem Sacred Mountain.
The upper echelons of the silver sea and the abyss were both resentful and apprehensive. They had never imagined the Golden Board would be so mad, launching another saturation strike that wrecked their war implements.
*Has the opponent's accumulated power been fully exhausted this time?* Both camps weighed the situation with heavy hearts.
"It should be just about depleted!"
"You are running dry now. What other methods do you have left?"
The Golden Board's voice responded, "Cut the nonsense. Bring whatever methods you have—I'll take them all!"
"Do you think that aside from war implements like the stone statue and exotic flower, we had no other preparations? Your mutually destructive tactics are useless!"
Within the abyss, with a tremendous roar, a pale, colossal hand rose up. In an instant, it expanded without bound, blotting out the heavens.
It was merely a severed hand, yet the moment it slowly rose, it exerted boundless oppression, sending chills down the spines of even Earth Immortals.
From the earth abyss, an endless stream of power was poured into it, making the pale hand grow ever more horrifying as Dao rhyme flowed and textures of rules continuously intertwined.
That they could still possess such "heritage" in this era was genuinely terrifying.
At the same time, from the silver sea rose a rotting wing. Lacking arms, head, or torso, it was just a lone, ruined wing dripping with blood, slowly ascending.
The Golden Board said, "Given the current environment, what is the point of bringing out this 'zombie meat'? No matter how glorious they once were, now they are merely rotting corpses and remnants. And here I thought some living thing was about to emerge."
A cold sneer came from the silver sea. The Celestial Clan leaders infused their own power to support the rotting wing as it expanded, rising into the sky and aiming straight at the Mountain and Sea Realm.
"Easy for you to say! Let's see what you have left to block it!"
In the abyss, the pale hand did the same, growing increasingly vast until it veiled nearly half the sky.
Within the Mountain and Sea Realm, a nine-colored iceberg emerged from beneath the ground. Its ice was cracking, and ancient coffins that had been buried for who knew how many years began to tremble, their lids slowly sliding open.
These were all seasoned "chain-men."
Had they not been frozen in the nine-colored marvelous ice and had their lifeforce locked by Dao chains, they would have vanished into history long ago.
Zhuo Kun, who at his peak was known as a half-step Heavenly God and held the highest seniority above the Nine Heavens, saw among these ice coffins some peers who had once vied for glory in his era, and others who were even more ancient, unrecognized by later generations.
"Has the day finally come when we must shine and burn away our own lives?"
An aged voice sighed with melancholy—a helplessness regarding their own fate, never having lived to see a golden age where gentle Dao rhyme poured down like rain, and worry for their descendants, driven to such desperation that they had to summon them.
Some rose calmly, having lived long enough already.
Others were reluctant, unwilling to leave their ice coffins, still hoping to wait for the arrival of a radiant golden age so they might step into the Heavenly Immortal realm.
Zhuo Kun looked at several old seniors he recognized and said, "You are all on the verge of rotting away. No matter how you lock your lifeforce, you can't endure much longer. Your soul fires are dimming constantly—what are you still hesitating for?"
An old man replied reluctantly, "Actually, I feel I could still be salvaged. Patch me up with some Dao chains, and I'd last another eight hundred years."
A peak True God spoke up: "Old senior, if you don't come out, we're ready to incinerate you. Don't you see your feet have already rotted away? Even the nine-colored divine ice can't preserve you. It's irreversible; nothing can stop your Dao rhyme from dissolving. This is called 'Dao Rot'—neither nine-colored ice nor Dao chains can hold it back."
"Alas!" Some old monsters truly had not lived enough. Their reactions were genuine, tinged with reminiscence and deep resentment as they stepped out of their ice coffins.
*Snap.* In a careless moment, his rotted shin broke and fell off. He squatted down, gently and meticulously reattaching it.
"Old friends, let's go! Let's slaughter those sons of bitches! Disrupting our sleep and forcing us to wake early—we'll make them pay in blood, and show those otherworldly fiends the supreme glory of the mightiest beings of our era!"
A flock of old men and old women walked out of the cold ice cursing and swearing. Though they looked decayed, decrepit, and ghastly, and their speech lacked grace, no one laughed.
Because many knew that they truly had been the most brilliant people of their eras. They too had once been handsome and refined, possessing unmatched elegance. It was only time that had stripped away their youth, cut down their brilliance, and worn away their former radiance and grace. Now they used coarse language to mask their senility and conceal their sorrow and regret.
"Is that... nine-colored divine ice taken from the depths of the night mist world?" The leaders of the silver sea and abyss camps were deeply shaken.
They knew full well just how precious and rare that peculiar substance was. Even catching a distant glimpse of it was difficult, and claiming it was nearly impossible, for it only existed deep within lethal calamity lands. Yet the Yujing camp possessed an entire iceberg!
"A pack of old geezers with exhausted lifespans on the verge of death at any moment—what can they possibly accomplish? After a single strike, their bodies will crumble to decay and shatter!"
The leaders of the Celestial Clan and the Abyss civilization spoke, making their judgment.
"You dare disparage this old master?" A shriveled, bald old man glanced toward the silver sea.
"So what if we look down on you?" A voice came from the silver sea. The sky-covering rotting wing, interwoven with Dao patterns, swept down toward the Golden Board.
"Were it not for an unforeseen accident, this old master would have stepped into the Heavenly God realm long ago. Who are you to sit in judgment over me?"
The old man let out a great roar as golden mist surged around him. He was circulating the *Extreme Dao Golden Body*, his terrifying blood qi instantly exploding.
With hundreds of millions of golden rays, his shriveled flesh revived. Tearing the void apart with pure physical power, he took a single stride that brought him right before the silver sea. A giant golden fist swelled, overshadowing the vault of heaven, and slammed into the rotting wing.
"Rotten bones and zombie meat dare cause trouble?!" His voice and fist radiance both howled between heaven and earth.
Behind him, several other old men followed, striking in unison.
In the night sky, rotting feathers exploded, splattering foul blood everywhere.
At the earth abyss, the pale hand suddenly slammed down, about to crash into the Golden Board's Mountain and Sea Realm.
At that moment, a white-haired sword immortal strained to straighten his spine. With a ringing *clang*, he unsheathed his longsword and said, "I too once wished to gather the river of stars in one hand, invincible in this life, yet I was defeated by the years."
In an instant, an eight-colored sword baleful aura soared into the sky. Eight extreme Dao domains blended, sweeping across the pale hand and immediately unleashing a shower of blood ahead.
"It's that peerless sword immortal! He once pacified the world with a single sword and nearly stepped into the Heavenly Immortal realm. But when war was waged beyond the realms, he was besieged by gods, his origin torn apart, losing his path to becoming a Heavenly Immortal!"
Many veteran Earth Immortals widened their eyes in shock, having never imagined this ancient figure had also been sealed in ice, enduring until this era to draw his sword once more.
They knew full well that the legends about him were all true: never defeated by a rival, dominant all his life, only to be vanquished by time due to irreparable injuries.
Behind the white-haired sword immortal, others followed, including a hunched old woman. She had been his beloved confidante, someone whose beauty had once stunned the world and toppled kingdoms, now aged beyond recognition, yet marching into battle alongside him.
"Kill!"
At the horizon, streaks of light appeared as affiliated civilizations of the Celestial Clan, the Abyss, and the totem camp arrived in force to lend support, their battle cries shaking the heavens.
At that moment, the Thirty-Six Heaven-Anchoring Divine Stakes revived. With a thunderous boom, they shot toward the horizon, piercing straight through an affiliated civilization on the spot and blasting it apart.
At the same time, all the special weapon fragments began to glow before soaring skyward. Once the armaments of Heavenly Immortals and Heavenly Gods, the core consciousness within them was awakening.
Some weapon fragments even pieced themselves together, forming nearly intact armor from which a profound sigh seemed to echo, crossing the span of history from remote antiquity into the present age.
They were steadily reviving, fixing their gaze toward the far end of the horizon!
"Yujing camp, you are finished!" A cold yet domineering voice echoed from the depths of the earth abyss.
The white-haired peerless sword immortal's body was naturally far from what it had once been, even swaying briefly, yet his words remained resolute and resonant: "Unless the Eighth Realm emerges, I am invincible under heaven—unless I completely perish!"
His arm trembled slightly, yet he strained to unleash his second strike. Behind him, his old brother-in-arms supported him, channeling the last dregs of his own power into him.
His beloved confidante poured her strength into him from the other side, her own body rapidly decaying. What had once been raven hair had long turned white, and now every strand fell and crumbled to dust.
"Sever!"
The white-haired sword immortal straightened his spine. In that second sword strike, the edge of the eight-colored sword baleful aura faintly bore a ninth color. Though not fully formed, a ninth sword baleful aura had nonetheless appeared.
The nine-colored sword light spanned heaven and earth. With a thunderous blast, it cleaved apart the oncoming pale hand, sending rotten flesh, broken bone, and foul blood exploding in every direction.
Behind him, his old brother collapsed, and his beloved confidante could hold on no longer. Both decayed away, tumbling into the night mist.
The peerless sword immortal turned back, gazing deeply at them. There was sorrow, and the helplessness against the passage of time. Pausing for only a brief moment, he walked forward once more, whispering softly, "You and the mountains and rivers are both mere passersby."
Whether he sighed for himself or mourned the passing of his old friend and confidante was unknown. He did not look back again, swinging his third sword strike with unyielding resolve toward the abyss.
At that moment, it was as if waters of a mighty river poured down from the heavens. Vast sword light and boundless sword intent poured into the abyss, seeking to flood it to the brim and crush it to dust!
Beneath the peerless sword immortal's feet, a lone skiff appeared. Bearing supreme sword light and boundless sword intent, carrying an endless sea of the sword Dao, he charged toward the abyss.
He was invincible under heaven, unless he died.
Now, releasing his final sword intent to pierce through the abyss, he steered the great river of the sword Dao, vast and sky-obscuring sword light fusing with his very self as he poured into the abyss!
You and the mountains and rivers are both mere passersby; a solitary boat, a lone shadow, drifting on its own.
From that day forth, he was seen no more in the world of mortals.
Chapter 543