What the mortal world can least hold on to

The reappearance of the Ancestor who were believed to have passed away, some becoming deities and others transforming into immortals, initially shocked and excited people.

However, when they heard them lament that time was killing heroes, that their lifespans were numbered, and that they were going to die bravely in the final battle of their lives, everyone felt a lump in their throat, as if a heavy stone was pressing down on them.

Beauty fades with age, heroes meet their end; nothing in this Mortal World can be held onto forever, youthful beauty vanishes from the mirror, flowers wither from the tree.

In addition, the sight of blood-covered figures crawling out of piles of corpses on the battlefield, supporting each other and staggering back was particularly moving, giving many people a suffocating sense of oppression.

At this moment, neither of the two factions launched an attack. Instead, they quickly sent people out to welcome and guide the survivors who had escaped from the Road to the Underworld.

Under the cover of night, on the God's Fall Plain, vast forests were destroyed, Blood Qi splattered everywhere, countless corpses lay scattered, and knives, guns, and other weapons were stuck in the ground.

Qin Ming's heart clenched. Among the sparse figures, he saw Meng Xinghai and Jin Xiang, both severely wounded, with spears and swords protruding from their chests and abdomens, swaying unsteadily.

Both of them had struggled out of piles of corpses in the Fourth Realm. Their bodies were not intact, with bloody holes that were visible from the front and back, and cracks that almost tore half of their bodies apart.

Fortunately, Master-level figure from Night Prefecture intervened, using a gentle light to sweep them away and take them for emergency treatment.

"Uncle Meng is also on the battlefield..." Qin Ming didn't know when he arrived. He figured that when he himself went with the main force to the Desert Immortal Grave battlefield to intercept the Nomadic Hunting Civilization, Meng Xinghai and the others had already come to guard the Western Territory.

Qin Ming was filled with worry: Had the elderly elders, such as Yu Gensheng, Jin Yuan, and Zhao Ziyuan, returned alive from the battlefield?

He looked out, but the boundary line was too long, and even his Eye of New Life could not see through it in the night fog. All the returnees were covered in blood, and many had lost arms or eyes.

In this battle, important figures were killed on all sides, resulting in heavy losses.

Qin Ming saw some familiar faces, such as Pei Shuyan, whose back was still stuck with the claw of a strange beast.

Leng Feiyue, a descendant of Leng Mingkong, the pioneer of the Immortal Path, has a terrible, deep wound on her face that exposes the bone. She was almost slashed in half by Great Demon.

Cui Chonghe was also in a sorry state, with a short spear stuck in his body and a broken axe embedded in his shoulder blade.

On the body of the Tathagata's Abandoned Disciple was as wide as a door panel, there were even more weapons broken into flesh and blood. His whole body was covered with twisted golden patterns, squeezing the fragments of weapons out of his flesh and blood.

Those around him couldn't help but marvel; there really were legends of breakthroughs in the face of battle.

Xiang Yiwu survived countless battles and, in the face of death, underwent Golden Body Nirvana, reaching the Third Realm.

In fact, anyone who knows the truth is not surprised, because he is "Living Reincarnation," rotating every few years to pave the way for New Life System, making him an extremely special person.

Li Qingyue staggered, surrounded by faint flames, while in the distance, some powerful demons stared at her with hostile expressions, refusing to look away.

Cheng Sheng and Zhao Qingcheng, the most outstanding God Seed in the Esoteric Sect, were ambushed by the old demon and nearly died in battle, which shows how extraordinary they were.

In comparison, Jiang Ran was in good condition, with no obvious injuries, except that her blue clothes were torn, revealing the cracked inner armor underneath.

These were all renowned and formidable talents, yet they have all perished; some were injured, some died, and some of their bodies were never even brought back.

One can imagine how tragic the situation would be for both ordinary geniuses and common cultivators.

In fact, the corpses scattered across the battlefield and the people who returned only to lie on the ground, panting heavily, were their true condition.

Above the night sky, amidst the white Immortal Mist, the enormous, inhuman figure surveyed the carnage on the ground, a hint of sadness in its voice. "They were all good children," it sighed, "It's all our fault for being so incompetent, causing you such suffering. Now, let us end this battle."

"Grand-Uncle Master Ye!"

"Master!"

Among the Ancestor, some approached, wanting to stop those highly respected Ancestor from engaging in their final battle, not wanting them to die.

Leng Mingkong's Martial Granduncle waved his hand and said, "No need to stop us. Your potential surpasses ours, and you have more courage than us. Keep your bodies for good use. As for changing the form of life, it's better to become a god or immortal in this state. Your lifespan won't increase much, and your upper limit has already been locked. The road ahead is bleak and there is no hope."

With a clang, he raised the Nine-Colored Sword in his hand, stepped through the void, and walked deeper into the battlefield littered with corpses, saying, "Come, old demon, let's fight to the death."

Opposite, Demon God emerged from the thick fog, wielding a silver spear. Beneath his feet lay a dazzling path, densely covered with demonic runes.

At this moment, the massive body of the Demon God also revealed part of its outline. Its True Form was bizarre, and far from its body, there were two heads in the void, only adjacent to the body by blood-red demonic patterns.

"All Demon Race, watch how I slay the Upright Ape Demon God!" the Demon God declared, his voice filled with overwhelming power. The silver spear in his hand twisted the void, slicing through the entire battlefield, and was already upon his opponent's forehead.

The enormous figure in the Immortal Mist said in a deep voice, "You wouldn't want your demon children and grandchildren to suffer heavy losses because of us, would you?"

As he spoke, he dodged the shot, rode his Nine-Colored Immortal Sword Chongxiao into the sky, piercing through the thick dark clouds, and disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Alright!" the Demon God followed.

He carried with him a torrent of Yao Qi and countless runes, tearing through the night sky before disappearing from the God's Fall Plain, plunging the entire region into darkness once more.

Some people are disappointed that they won't get to see a war of gods.

Everyone gazed at the night sky, wishing they could pierce through the clouds to see what was going on.

Those at the level of Ancestor naturally possess that ability, but none of them have done so; they seem to already know the final outcome.

A terrifying energy fluctuation emanated from the night sky. Although it did not reach the ground, people knew that a war of gods had broken out.

Moreover, the extent of the tragedy far exceeded people's imagination.

Because at this moment, a large number of crimson "meteor showers" appeared in the night sky, carrying dazzling light, piercing through the clouds and pouring down over a large area.

That was blood rain!

Blood rained down like shooting stars, each drop of blood making a rumbling sound, shattering the night fog. When it fell in large swaths, the heavens and earth were illuminated in a blood-red glow.

However, no blood-red meteors fell to the ground; they all burned up in mid-air.

Boom!

The dark clouds burst open, and people saw that in that otherworldly place, where the Astral Wind could scatter the Consciousness Spirit Light, two figures as bright as the sun shattered.

The two gods, armed with their weapons, perished together with their opponent.

Their battle was so intense, it was a fight to the death from the very beginning. They disintegrated countless times, and the outcome was decided in the shortest amount of time, a fight to the death!

"Grand-Uncle Master Ye!" Leng Mingkong shouted, leaping into the air and catching the last red "shooting star." His face trembled slightly.

Before he grew up, he had received great kindness from this Ancestor.

The red "meteor" dimmed, nearing its end, and uttered Ancestor's final whisper, "I still remember when I was young and seeking immortality, my parents looked on with tears in their eyes, reluctant to let me go; a white crane led the way into the mountain gate; my gray-haired master gently stroked my head; my Senior Sister wove Silver Silk Treasure Armor for me by hand... Those things I cherish are the most fleeting, so it's better to return."

The remaining "meteor" exploded and disappeared completely.

In the Western Territory, both factions were silent. No one spoke, and there was no commotion. The two top experts had died in battle and disappeared forever.

Until the Immortal Mist surged, an old Ancestor of the Esoteric Sect, believed to have passed away many years ago, appeared. His divine body was aged, and he silently pointed to the demon camp. Then he took the lead and rushed towards the dark clouds.

As expected, the Demon Race camp was not lacking in Demon God. A tall figure soared into the sky and disappeared into the dark firmament.

In an instant, the night sky was torn apart, and terrifying streaks of blood light appeared one after another. The two tall figures used all their abilities, each exploding countless times, and were dissipating with the rain of light.

The Demon God calmly spoke, "When we perish, the Demon Race race's supreme treasure will surely return on its own. The nine destined Heavenly Fiend will be able to see the Supreme True Scripture within their own sea of consciousness."

He spoke as if making a prophecy, as if he was absolutely certain this would happen.

The night sky darkened again, and the two figures vanished completely.

The Ancestor of the Esoteric Sect never uttered a word from beginning to end, leaving no final words in this world.

Both camps remained completely silent, watching everything unfold.

Everyone realized that the old Ancestor's words about locking the upper limit and not increasing lifespan much were not empty words. Humans and gods, Demon God, were not much different from each other. Even if they fought with all their might and fought to the end, it would be difficult for them to stay in the world.

Immediately, an intense light, so dense it was impossible to open one's eyes, appeared, and a Great Sun Heavenly Light across the sky, as if the Solar Yang of an old era had reappeared on Mortal World.

"Master!" the Present Tathagata called out. He was usually very taciturn, but now he chased after him, wanting to fight in his master's place. He told his master that he had that ability.

People naturally understood that it was the Past Tathagata.

The gaunt figure in the Scorching Sun shook his head and said, "The meaning of my existence is to wait for this day. I only retain the strength to fight."

"Master, you..."

Present Tathagata, the old body was covered with dense cracks, as if it would disintegrate at any moment, and Heavenly Light Force constantly emanated from the cracks.

In the Past Tathagata whispered, "In my generation, I had three senior Senior Brother who were more talented than me, but they all followed your grandmaster in practicing that Heavenly Light Force..."

From a distance, Qin Ming knew that he must be referring to the Silk Book Method!

The Past Tathagata, "They entrusted me with guarding the house, but I have failed them. Hundreds of years ago, several of my fellow disciples died right under my nose on the God's Fall Plain. Alas!"

He confessed. "In my later years, I couldn't resist and eventually studied that Heavenly Light Force technique, but I never managed to master it completely."

The Present Tathagata understood why his master's body was covered in cracks. It was an old body that had been forcibly pieced together, lying dormant for many years, waiting for the right opportunity to strike.

The Past Tathagata said, "In my limited understanding, the future direction of the New Life Path may lie in digging deeper into the physical body. Your talent surpasses mine; you can grasp it yourself and need not blindly believe my words."

Then, this dilapidated old man suddenly became like Heavenly Saber unsheathed, its sharpness fully revealed, illuminating all directions with boundless Heavenly Light, and said, "Old demon of Thunder Cloud Cave, and old demon of Longevity Temple, come at me all at once!"

Both sides were taken aback; was this old man going to take on two opponents at once?

"If you won't come, I'll go and kill my way there myself!" Past Tathagata.

Silently, two Demon God appeared, both sneering. If it were two against one, they might survive without having to perish together.

"Master!" The Present Tathagata wanted to lend a hand.

In the Past Tathagata, the Buddha waved his hand, his sleeves billowing, and soared into the Chongxiao, saying, "Go back, this is my final destination, to settle the karma from four hundred and fifty years ago."

With a deafening roar, the pitch-black night sky exploded completely, and a rainbow of blood rained down, weaving through the long night before vanishing without a trace.

The three figures that went up disappeared and never reappeared.

This outcome left both the humans and demons on both sides feeling a tightness in their chests, as if they couldn't breathe.

Moments later, deep within the God's Fall Plain, a three-headed dragon-shaped Demon God appeared. Terrifying azure clouds surged and roared, and the dragon's roar resounded throughout the heavens and earth. He cleaved through the night sky and soared into the Above the Nine Heavens.

The beings of the Azure Flood Dragon Palace in the Demon Race camp were shaken. They immediately realized that it must be an old Azure Dragon that had become a god in some unknown era, something they had never heard of.

Moreover, it was actually Three-Headed Flood Dragon, which should be even more powerful than an ordinary dragon god!

In Night Prefecture, an old woman appeared, leaning on a cane and walking with difficulty.

The Ancestor pondered for a while, for they had never seen her before, did not know which path she belonged to, and had remained unknown for so many years.

As she ascended step by step into the sky, her withered body began to glow, her figure gradually became fuller, and her white hair turned into black hair.

In the blink of an eye, she regained her youth from her twilight years. After her Shaohua was reversed, she became incredibly beautiful, surpassing even the Immortal Seed of Jiang Ran, Li Qingyue, and Zhao Qingcheng among those born with immortal or God Seed.

Her cane disintegrated, revealing a gleaming longsword inside her snow-white hand.

The woman, her youth restored, smiled radiantly, and then soared into the sky.

Night shattered, and endless sword light erupted. People saw the peerless woman raise her long sword and sever three enormous dragon heads in succession.

The Flood Dragon's sharp claws tore her body apart.

The two reformed and reformed time and time again, only to break apart again and again, until finally fading away.

In her final moments, the stunningly beautiful woman turned around, her voice slightly magnetic and her tone calm, and said, "Farewell, Mortal World!"

I'll be taking a break this weekend with one chapter. That's all for tonight's update. Thank you all, and have a wonderful holiday!