"Could this be our last meal?"
Many felt their hearts sink abruptly. Just as condemned prisoners were always given a so-called "good meal" before execution, what they were feeling right now did not seem like an illusion.
Hearing that mental transmission, the immortals and gods all shuddered inwardly, overwhelmed by a sense of impending doom.
The Golden Roster's words sounded far too grim. Every word felt like a send-off—or rather, a funeral procession. All it lacked was the scattering of paper money.
"Are we going to be sacrificed too?" an old monster asked.
The area fell completely quiet. All the clamor faded, and the celebratory atmosphere vanished without a trace.
A grandmaster asked, "Could it be that we must join the battle once more?"
Many senior figures looked toward the Crimson Forest. Only a boundless scarlet haze remained, soaking heaven and earth. The so-called forest had long ceased to exist; magma vaulted into the sky, the void was torn asunder, black-hole-like eyes of order, scale-covered tentacles of law, massive pale human faces... it was all pure chaos, lethality, and danger.
"There is indeed a battle to be fought," the Golden Roster replied, its tone excessively somber.
The detached mindset of sitting back to watch the tigers fight instantly evaporated. Everyone's nerves tightened, returning to high alert.
An ancestor of the Sixth Realm spoke up: "In this land of supreme bloody battle, are the factions in the field afraid that we will recuperate and reap the spoils as the fisherman in the end, and so they want to drag us down with them?"
Some felt they had been too conspicuous earlier; they shouldn't have been feasting on meat, guzzling wine, and spectating from the sidelines. Leaving promptly would have been the proper course.
Even though the factions on the battlefield had engaged in a supreme blood fight and were mortal enemies, to survive and eliminate a potential lethal threat, they could join forces in an instant.
The mountain master of Star Mountain said, "In this world, it is extraordinarily difficult to remain safe and undisturbed on one's own. To avert a bloody catastrophe, must we enter the fray to gang up on the... parasitic civilization? Or perhaps do the opposite—lend them a hand to maintain balance?"
People pondered inwardly: to avoid becoming an enemy to all sides, must their camp really take the field?
Which side to choose was truly a grave dilemma.
Sure enough, from the Crimson Forest, across the torn canopy of the sky, a pale face covering half the heavens looked over toward them; there was also an isolated, enormous eyeball weeping blood, staring coldly.
Within the hazy silhouettes manifested by the inverted projections of Celestial City and the Ancestral Abyss, terrifying wills probed outward like tangible antennae and razor-sharp spikes, scrutinizing and investigating their side.
Inside the fallen supreme sanctuary, the parasitic civilization's rule tentacles pierced through heaven and earth as well; even while fighting the grand battle, it was peeking toward them, constantly on guard.
The Golden Roster spoke, its voice heavy. "Today, in this battle, we are here to weather a tribulation!"
The term "weathering a tribulation" was truly far too solemn.
For an individual, the words "weathering a tribulation" were rather distant. Ever since Second Realm cultivators became unable to fly with their physical bodies, the so-called "tribulations" had disappeared for lower-tier cultivators.
Only high-tier experts still faced tribulations.
However, the tribulation mentioned by the Golden Roster today was clearly meant for the entire Yujing system. That made it all the more horrifying, as it concerned the survival of a supreme civilization.
"From the very beginning, we have... never been detached from this, and it was never possible for us to withdraw from the battlefield," the Golden Roster informed them grimly. Everything that had unfolded in recent days had been done to seize the momentum and dissolve a blood calamity.
It said in a deep voice, "The totem faction's assault was merely a catalyst. They are quite adept at causing trouble, but their system cannot be considered a true calamity and has never been regarded as significant in our eyes. Their true status is in fact that of a secondary civilization."
Despite the tense atmosphere and everyone's stiffened postures, hearing this casual slight against the totems caused many lips to twitch, nearly cracking a smile.
The Golden Roster said, "The Celestial Clan, harboring intense hostility toward us, arrived, and the Abyss civilization took the field. This was the 'Initial Tribulation'—quite perilous, yet manageable. We could still hold our ground. In this vast night fog world, weakness turns one into another's bloody food. We had long prepared to fight against many."
The Golden Roster stated bluntly that the parasitic civilization was one of the "True Tribulations" that needed to be dissolved this time.
After the fallen supreme sanctuary sank beneath the earth, it had lurked for all these years on the edge of the enclave, adjacent to the lands reached by Yujing's radiation.
"Why has it lingered without departing for so long? On the one hand, to digest the fruits of its hunting; on the other, it is clearly biding its time, plotting against Yujing, harboring the deluded ambition to reduce us to bloody food."
By now, the parasitic civilization was actually prepared to strike, but Yujing's absence stuck like a bone in its throat, leaving it ill at ease, unable to extend its bloody claws from behind and strike straight at the heart.
In truth, this "True Tribulation" could be considered temporarily dissolved.
Because the Celestial Clan and the Abyss civilization had arrived in tandem, and after clashing with the Golden Roster, they were ultimately forced to pull back, congregating near the Crimson Forest.
The Golden Roster spoke leisurely, "Given the greedy nature of the parasitic civilization, it cannot alter its inherent instincts. Therefore, certain things were destined to occur."
Within the Mountains and Seas domain, both the younger generations and the old monsters felt a chill in their hearts. Had all of this been intentionally laid out by the Golden Roster—drawing in the "Initial Tribulation" to dissolve the "True Tribulation"?
The Golden Roster said, "To prevent loose talk among so many people, certain matters could not be stated openly beforehand."
It even had to shroud the heavenly secrets and isolate its own fluctuations of thought to prevent unforeseen mishaps.
As for now, everything was already set in stone; all who were meant to come had arrived.
An old monster spoke up, "Isn't this... quite good? The so-called 'tribulation weathering' is largely accomplished, isn't it?"
The Golden Roster answered, "No. The parasitic civilization does not fight alone; it has an accomplice. What is more, the monster drawn here is our mortal enemy."
It explained that this was not merely a matter of a supreme blood battle; it affected all cultivators at the bottom tiers as well. If they failed to weather the tribulation today, everyone would likely die.
All the territories reached by Yujing's radiation would be reduced to someone else's bloody feeding pen.
Some adversaries were extraordinarily gory—even more vicious than the parasitic civilization.
Therefore, no one could remain a bystander in this battle.
"The parasitic civilization's helper—just who is that?" asked the Dog Sword Immortal.
Becoming an opponent of the parasitic civilization was perilous, to be sure, but becoming its friend was outright fatal.
In the boundless night fog world, how many factions, once they understood its truth and nature, would willingly become its friend?
Could that helper be another parasitic civilization?
"Close enough. As the saying goes, like attracts like and entangles. Though that helper is not a parasitic civilization, it is equally depraved—perhaps even more horrifying. It devours people down to the bone."
For even the Golden Roster to describe it this way, one could imagine how gory, terrible, and wicked this accomplice was.
"Who is this accomplice?" an Earth Immortal asked.
The Golden Roster said, "In truth, it is no mere accomplice. It is the primary culprit, our true rival. We originally thought it had been eliminated, but it has reemerged, a lingering ghost rekindling from dead ashes."
It explained slowly, disclosing the true meaning of this outward campaign and the course of events leading up to this moment, now cutting straight to the essence to reveal the ultimate target.
The faces of many Seventh Realm old monsters drained of color, having broadly guessed who it was. The thought made many scalps prickle with dread, feeling that an overwhelming catastrophe had arrived.
No wonder the Golden Roster had said: Today, in this battle, we are here to weather a tribulation.
The Golden Roster said, "It has already arrived. Several times I have heard its massive, terrifying breaths. Though it hid itself well, in the end, it can conceal itself no longer."
This battle was meant to dismantle the calamity.
The Golden Roster said heavily, "This mortal enemy loves nothing more than devouring the life spiritual nature of others. In particular, the spiritual essence of peak geniuses from all paths serves as its most nourishing supplement."
The mountain master of Star Mountain, the palace master of Thunder Marsh Palace, and the court master of the Sword Court all looked grim and slightly pale. This time, virtually all the elites within Yujing's domain had been mobilized and gathered in one place. That was likely one of the reasons alerting that "primary culprit"—specifically to lure that "ghost" into returning.
Certain matters could not bear close reflection. Once examined deeply, one would discover they all carried calculating karmic causes.
No wonder the Golden Roster had made everyone write suicide notes so early on, for at any moment the entire army could be annihilated, leaving not a single soul to return.
"Are we bait? Could every one of us have our lives consumed?"
Yujing's mortal enemy? They had no hope of withstanding it.
At this point, even the younger cultivators had a flash of realization, roughly grasping who the opponent was.
The Colossus—the entity that had once entangled Yujing, resembling an exceedingly terrifying transcendent power, yet also appearing like an incomprehensible phenomenon.
Even an entity as supreme as Yujing had once been corroded by it, severed from contact with the outside world, blind to the road ahead.
It was a colossal dense fog that had once clung to Yujing's exterior, enveloping it as the two engaged in a bloody battle for untold years.
"Didn't it perish?" a grandmaster's voice trembled.
Back then, Yujing had disintegrated, causing that opponent to shatter into pieces and vanish entirely from the world.
And Yujing, after paying a gruesome price, had actually returned through rebirth, reappearing beyond the heavens.
The Golden Roster said, "We also thought that after being blown apart, even if it did not die, it would slowly waste away. Because it was an 'amalgam,' once shattered, its decline was set in motion."
Who could have known it would emerge again? Its "core body" remained intact, and it had regrouped.
The Sage sighed. "True enough. If Yujing can achieve immortality and be reborn through nirvana, a rival of the same caliber naturally wouldn't perish so easily."
The Golden Roster said, "Since disaster was bound to strike sooner or later, and a fight to the death was inevitable, it was better to draw it out early and proactively arrange a blood fight favorable to us."
At this point, realization dawned upon everyone; they finally understood the situation.
No wonder the Golden Roster had spoken of weathering a tribulation today; it was truly so.
Furthermore, it had already borrowed outside force to dismantle the parasitic civilization—that predator lurking right beside their bed.
An old Earth Immortal inquired, "Just what is that 'Colossus'?"
In fact, this was a question shared by all.
Even the old monsters of the Seventh Realm only harbored conjectures without certainty. It was a being of the true supreme domain, aloof beyond the heavens, far too terrifying, having once cut off their connection to Yujing.
The Golden Roster hid nothing, revealing the truth: "It appears boundless and immense, wreathed in endless mist like an incomprehensible mystic phenomenon. But in truth, it was once a supreme civilization."
"Once was?" an old monster asked in bewilderment.
The Golden Roster had already adjusted into an external wartime state, ready to respond to any turn of events at a moment's notice.
Now, it responded calmly, "Indeed. It was once extraordinarily powerful. Alas, in the end, they went collectively mad and fell, plunging into the deepest abyss of hell."
A seven-day stacker pondered deeply and asked, "Is that the ultimate form of a civilization? Must all supreme systems collapse from within and march toward self-destruction in the end?"
Though he asked, he, like all the immortals and gods, had readied himself for battle.
If that supreme monster entwined with Yujing returned, no one could remain a bystander.
The Golden Roster refuted, "No. Internal collapse and self-destruction are merely one such branch. As various civilizations evolve to their end, each meets its own destiny; they cannot be generalized. The sole commonality is that all will decline. There is no eternal brilliance. No matter how magnificent the system, no matter how mighty the supreme paragon, each faces a day when the curtain falls, returning to dead silence."
From the unshakeable iron law of the night fog world that all things possess a finite lifespan, one could easily deduce the end of every civilization.
Yet there would always be successors, always new sparks rising into flame.
"That Colossus was once a glorious civilization—why did it ultimately go mad and fall?"
The Golden Roster explained, "It was all because of the 'Immortal Blood Calamity.' They sought to defy their predetermined end, unwilling to perish when their lifespans expired, craving immortality and eternal preservation."
This was not merely the obsession of a system's supreme paragons, but the shared aspiration of the entire civilization's upper echelons—and indeed, all its people—to achieve immortality in the mortal world.
To that end, they resorted to every extreme method to prolong their lives and keep their system's spark alive.
Evidently, there were no immortals in the world; expecting a single civilization to shatter this iron law was entirely unrealistic.
The harder they struggled against it, the more hysterical they became. In the process, they drew upon various experiences of predecessors, putting into practice notorious taboo methods, such as those inscribed on crimson stone slabs.
Ultimately, the consciousnesses of all living beings in that supreme civilization merged into one. They evolved toward a super-amalgamated spiritual field, hoping to endure forever.
Yet afterward, they discovered that all things have form; at the inception of their birth, certain imprints were already carved into the deepest essence of their life.
Upon becoming a super-amalgam, they had only slightly decelerated the decay without resolving the fundamental problem. Like rootless duckweed, they were forced to retrace their steps.
The Golden Roster said, "To prolong their lives and dwell within the world for all time, they found that certain methods of ancient civilizations recorded on the crimson stone slabs were rather effective: to extend life, they had to devour the spiritual essence nurtured by other civilizations."
By now, everyone understood the context and truth of the "Immortal Blood Calamity."
The fall and desperate struggle of a supreme civilization seeking immortality had wrought such catastrophic consequences.
And in the night fog world, there were many enigmatic civilizations. Some were ancient and enduring; to have remained so long, they had to possess terrifying means. Others were latecomers yet immensely powerful. It was hard to imagine what storms of blood they would unleash when they marched toward their demise.
"So the glowing giant footprint, the Qilin's toe—perhaps those mystic phenomena can be interpreted from another perspective."
Most crucially, all of this was still merely within the outer periphery of the night fog world. These supreme civilizations were nothing more than islands scattered across shallow waters.
As for the things in the deepest depths, they were truly unfathomable.
A true god of the Seventh Realm spoke up, expression grave. "The Colossus, the Immortal Blood Calamity... it is so formidable that even Yujing failed to eradicate it completely. Now that it has rekindled from dead ashes, can we withstand it?"
The Golden Roster said, "Under normal circumstances, it should be no match for Yujing."
In the past, when Yujing explored the night fog world, its leadership had actively ventured deeper into the fog to address its own crisis of decay. After enduring bloody struggles, it obtained the ten-colored iceberg.
Naturally, top-tier blood fights accompanied that process.
It was precisely because of this that Yujing fell into a disadvantageous position.
Having just fought an intense battle outside, it was targeted by the Colossus, which seized the opportunity to invade. From then on began a prolonged entanglement—from initial standoff and fog-laden clashes to a relentless death match where neither would rest until the other died.
The Mountains and Seas domain fell into silence. Everyone was fraught with anxiety. This... against Yujing's mortal enemy, what could they possibly bring to bear?
The Golden Roster said, "Long ago, it was inferior to Yujing. After breaking free from the entanglement and both undergoing nirvanic rebirth, its recovery should not have been as swift as the Yujing system's. There is no need for fear."
The reason the Yujing faction wished to strike early was the fear that someone might proactively feed the Colossus bloody food to conduct experiments in immortality.
Certain civilizations were terrifyingly formidable, potentially capable of "raising" it from afar.
"It's been so long—why hasn't it appeared yet?"
Without question, this waiting was pure torture; the true culprit lingered without revealing itself.
The Golden Roster said, "Rest assured, it will definitely come. For it has already gone mad; devouring the Yujing system and entangling it to death has become an instinct of that amalgam. Now that all the elites that could be summoned from across the entire domain are gathered here, how could it not appear?"
With doubts dispelled, the truth dripped with blood: luring the enemy, the suicide notes, the tribulation—everything fell into place one by one.
A grandmaster asked, "Senior, you are already weakened from successive battles. Can you still face it now?"
The Golden Roster said, "It matters not. Using my weariness and damage to lure the Celestial Clan and the Abyss civilization and thereby dissolving the parasitic tribulation was well worth it."
As for the totem faction, there was no need to mention them again.
The Golden Roster's emotions rippled slightly as it said, "Moreover, I am not the primary combatant this time."
It confessed that the Dao Roster would take action and engage in a fight to the death.
Furthermore, it kept nothing hidden: in a sense, the Dao Roster was the accrued power of Yujing, maintained continuously in a special state.
"The Dao Roster is different from me. It is truly indifferent, void of personal emotional shifts. Selflessness also means... ruthlessness."
The Golden Roster spoke these words as a tactful hint and warning: if they survived and ever dealt with the Dao Roster in the future, they should harbor no illusions or personal sentiments, for such an existence possessed not an ounce of warmth.
"Will we all die here?" asked Helian Chengyun, an Immortal Path ancestor of Night Province.
As a seven-day stacker, he was qualified to cut to the core: were they merely bait, destined to be sacrificed here?
After a brief silence, the Golden Roster said, "No. I possess warmth and rich emotions. I will do everything in my power to send you all away."
Evidently, the true director this time was the Dao Roster.
"I come to aid as well!" The New Board appeared.
The Golden Roster trembled, seeming to catch the sound of distant footsteps. It said in a deep voice, "I hear its heavy breathing once more. It has finally arrived; it is about to take the field!"
Hearts grew heavy, yet everyone was forced to steel their resolve and prepare for the catastrophe.
Qin Ming sighed. He had thought the supreme confrontation was concluding, never expecting the blood battle had only just begun!
"Brother Ming, Sister, can we survive this?" Bai Meng was intensely nervous. Having just returned from Moon Palace Ferry after concluding a bloody battle, they now had to face Yujing's mortal enemy—wasn't this walking straight to their deaths?
For a moment, even the restlessness in his body subsided considerably.
Qin Ming said, "Fear won't save you. Right now, we can only look ahead, fight to survive, counter each move as it comes, and solve our problems."
Tang Yushang's armor was cracked, with numerous radiant fragments dropping to the ground. Donning fresh armor, runes flashed all across her body as she brought herself to peak condition.
"It comes!" the Golden Roster warned.
At that moment, everyone felt a certain fluctuation. It truly was the sound of breathing, causing the entire sea of clouds to heave and billow. It was hard to imagine what kind of colossal entity it was.
A swath of shadow spread across the firmament, filling the void like cosmic nebulae drifting into place, shattering space and radiating a horrific, suffocating oppression.
"Long time no see!" The horrifying shadow was boundless. From within came a chorus blending men, women, the young, and the old—it was actually offering a cold greeting.
One of the old mountain strongholds in heaven, the old clan patriarch of the Huang family, his eyes gleaming, said, "Though called a super-amalgam, it remains fragmented within, divided into countless individuals pieced together temporarily."
The Golden Roster responded, "That is because of this unique era; all beings at the Heavenly Immortal tier have decayed."
Rumble!
The canopy was torn apart, the heavens collapsed, and the sea of night fog blew apart. That majestic will manifested into reality; countless faces seemed to surface, howling, warping the real world and distorting every inch of space.
The Colossus had fully revealed itself.
It was the shadow of death, a supreme civilization of an old era that had fallen into the deepest floor of hell to seek eternal preservation, embarking on a path of distortion and madness to become the Immortal Blood Calamity.
With a whoosh, it swept across, blotting out heaven and earth and swallowing all light.
Far off, the blood fight between the Celestial Clan, the Abyss civilization, and the parasitic civilization raged on, turning even more ferocious. The light they emitted had originally made this land as bright as day, but with the appearance of the Colossus, the entire enclave dimmed, gradually sinking into pitch-black darkness.
*Weng!*
The Great Void shuddered, and the Great Dao's resounding tone roared between heaven and earth.
Many guessed that the Dao Roster had appeared.
"The great form has no contour; the great sound is rarified in voice; indescribable"—such was the world's description of it.
Had it not arrived, the Golden Roster likely could not hold and would be devoured by the Immortal Blood Calamity.
In an instant, the entire world seemed to explode.
The colossal, horrifying shadow actually blasted back the freshly arrived Dao Roster. The descent of the Immortal Blood Calamity seemed utterly insurmountable.
At this moment, the Mountains and Seas domain within the Golden Roster cracked and violently shook, high peaks collapsing, leaving everyone dizzy and their spirits on the verge of tearing apart.
They saw countless densely packed faces, all roaring, wanting to devour every last one of them, seeking to consume the spiritual essence of an entire civilization as bloody food to prolong their existence.
In the distance, the supreme blood battle among the Celestial Clan, the Abyss civilization, and the parasitic civilization grew increasingly fierce. They were thoroughly relieved: the Yujing faction that had stood by on the sidelines now had a great enemy descending upon it.
Originally, the major systems each harbored slight misgivings, fearing that Yujing would reap the spoils in the end.
Now, every side had an opponent.
"Are we going to die?" Even an apex Earth Immortal was on the verge of despair. Situated at the very forefront of the Golden Roster, he had suffered a terrible impact, mouth foaming with blood.
Though the Golden Roster served as an instrument of war, stacking and commanding the power of all present, it could hardly shake that boundless mist of death. Countless faces twisted like vengeful ghosts, hungry to feast upon this land.
Formless and shapeless, the Dao Roster reappeared, tearing open a corner of the shadowy expanse to clash directly against this super-amalgam.
When it was repelled once more, cracks spread across the entirety of the Golden Roster, and the graceful peaks of the Mountains and Seas domain crumbled to the ground.
"One final assault. Then, I will... send you away!" The Golden Roster transmitted its voice into everyone's hearts.
At the same time, the New Board appeared at its side, its sacred radiance surging fiercely.
In this final offensive, everyone was nearly exhausted. The Golden Roster frantically siphoned power, commanding everything to unleash its strongest strike in an ongoing detonation.
The Mountains and Seas domain collapsed, and the Golden Roster shattered into pieces. Everyone collapsed onto those fragmented lands.
Free of emotional ripples, the Dao Roster fought desperately against the Colossus—the Immortal Blood Calamity.
Across heaven and earth, titanic collisions erupted continuously, sundering the void as the firmament seemed to dissolve and annihilate.
The Dao Roster began to falter against the shadow of death, on the verge of being swallowed by the endless faces.
At that moment, an inverted colossal city emerged, Dao rhyme pouring down like a torrential deluge as it charged toward the Immortal Blood Calamity.
Yujing City appeared; people could not discern whether it was real or a manifested projection.
No wonder it was said earlier that Yujing's departure, seemingly a migration, was actually an exploration of a path to survival.
That claim was not wrong either; its primary purpose was to confront this rekindled old nemesis.
Repelling the enemy beyond their borders—the Yujing faction's tribulation-weathering war had officially erupted!
With multiple supreme civilizations taking the field and fighting a bloody war here, few would dare come to reap the spoils; a single misstep meant total destruction. Even if scarlet eyes opened to gaze upon this place, they would fear being ganged up on and cast into eternal damnation.
This place had become a battlefield of chaos and bloodshed!
Without a doubt, once this grand war concluded, certain supreme sanctuaries would likely vanish immediately, going into dormancy to nurse their wounds so as not to give rival predators an opportunity.
...
The Golden Roster was shattered, but the New Board moved to protect it, helping it fend off the corrosion of those twisted faces within the dense fog—the manifestations of rules, the tangible vessels of order.
"Take these!"
The Golden Roster spoke. The potent medicines decocted earlier transformed into streaks of light, flying in all directions to heal everyone collapsed on the ground.
Not only that, it also distributed numerous rewards, delivering them directly before each person.
In truth, if they failed to escape this place, many would die, making the issuance of some rewards pointless. Yet it fulfilled its promise ahead of time.
It was not the Dao Roster; it possessed complex emotional fluctuations, appearing far less cold and detached, not an embodiment of pure rationality.
Nourished by the medicinal properties, Qin Ming's body recovered swiftly, the fatigue draining away. He was not allocated extra precious medicine.
The Golden Roster cautioned that his Fifth Realm True Form Tribulation would likely be terrifying, so it was best for him to temper and polish himself thoroughly to avoid taking a dead-end road of body and spirit shattering together.
"This is..." Qin Ming was astonished. At the final moment, the Golden Roster gifted him a piece of exotic metal—palm-sized and remarkably thick.
If used to forge a weapon, crafting a forearm-length short saber would be no problem at all.
In truth, doing so would be lavish beyond measure; no one was willing to do that. Many weapons could expand and contract, never forged at 1:1 true scale; even apex Earth Immortals had to budget carefully.
Qin Ming's heart shook. He knew full well that his battle merits were nowhere near enough to exchange for such a large slab of exotic metal—he fell far short.
After all, at otherworldly auctions, even a piece of exotic metal the size of a finger was priceless. How much day gold would a slab this large be worth? Incalculable!
"This is compensation from the New Board and me," the Golden Roster said weakly.
There was no need for further words; Qin Ming understood.
He saw that the New Board had also been torn apart into fragments.
Qin Ming grew deeply anxious. Were both of these rosters going to be destroyed?
The Golden Roster said, "After this battle, if we do not perish, we will likely enter a deep slumber for a very long time. If fate permits... perhaps we shall meet again."
At the same time, it asked via mental transmission, "What kind of weapon do you wish to forge?"
"A saber!" Qin Ming blurted out. In circumstances such as these, if he had to fight, he wished to take up a saber and go to war.
With a flash of brilliant immortal light, a forearm-length short saber appeared in Qin Ming's hand. It was lustrous white throughout, gentle and warm like mutton-fat jade. This was an exotic metal saber, crafted from the finest material in the world.
The Golden Roster sent a mental message: "You all... go. After all, you have done your utmost. I will try to escort you away."
It distributed the corresponding Qi of Absolute Beginning, Xuanhuang qi, and the like to the Earth Immortals. Though the amount was meager, it was barely enough for their needs; in the end, it had not broken its promise.
The others also received their deserved battle merit rewards.
In an instant, the Golden Roster surged with misty radiance. Dozens, hundreds of fragments forcibly pulled together, lifting everyone up and wrapping them in protective Dao patterns, tearing through the dense fog in an effort to speed away.
However, it was intercepted.
"Dao Roster, help me fulfill my covenant!" the Golden Roster said weakly.
Ultimately, swept along by the various radiant fragments, the group broke out of this domain, plunging into a celestial chasm and speeding toward the Yujing domain.
Yet on the journey back, smaller shadows appeared one after another, intercepting them en route.
The Colossus—the Immortal Blood Calamity—had shattered into countless fragments in the past, and now these appeared sporadically.
Within that shadowy mist, lifelike figures emerged one after another, realistically manifesting before them.
With a sharp clang, Qin Ming drew his saber, prepared to fight a bloody battle along the way home! Beside him, Tang Yushang and Bai Meng also braced themselves for a fight to the death.
Chapter 560