The Ancient God Patriarch's Dharma body was covered in bloody scars as he stood between heaven and earth.
It was as though a funeral bell had already begun to toll.
From one slow chime, it gradually turned urgent. The ruler of the Ancient God World Cluster for hundreds of thousands of years, the figure who had once established the great achievement of saving the World Cluster's human race, was walking toward the end of his road.
"Ha ha!"
"Hahahaha..."
The Ancient God suddenly burst into wild laughter.
Streams of blood poured from the scars across his body without end, dripping from the sky and forming a sea of Blood Mist that expanded in all directions. Even the radiance of the Law Annihilation Sun could not wear it away.
Clang—
Jiang Ding slowly drew the longsword at his waist.
He asked, "Fellow Daoist, what are you laughing at?"
Even if a living being who had rendered great service to the human race had fallen in the final stage of his life, he should still be shown a measure of respect, rather than allowed to die in obscurity.
Merits and sins would both be remembered, and then he would be slain.
"This Patriarch is laughing,"
"Laughing at how you damned Jiang Ding Zi are without virtue or talent, far inferior to this Patriarch."
The Ancient God Patriarch laughed madly. "This Patriarch began as a human slave of the Barbaric Tiger Clan. I had no master's inheritance, no elders to shelter me, no legacy from former sages, and even less the overall strength of the human race to rely upon. Looking around heaven and earth, there was not a single place where I could borrow power."
"And yet even so!"
"This Patriarch still rose against the current, swallowing and destroying foreign races in