Ye Changqing's Death

"Pangu's essence blood?"

"This is truly interesting!"

Ye Changqing couldn't help but laugh out loud.

This was simply the reward that came with the system for all Great Desolation transmigration travelers.

The Pangu essence blood obtained by everyone combined could fill the entire Netherworld Blood Sea.

Pangu's essence blood was indeed a good thing, but Ye Changqing had no use for it.

It would be better to give it all to Empress Pingxin as a favor, making her even more devoted to the Jie Cult alliance.

As eleven drops of crimson liquid appeared before her, she began to tremble all over.

The feeling of blood connection made her feel as if she had returned to the time when she was still Houtu Ancestral Witch.

The twelve Ancestral Witches were born in Pangu Hall, transformed from Great God Pangu's essence blood.

"Great kindness needs no thanks!"

Empress Pingxin carefully put away the eleven drops of Pangu essence blood and said.

Perhaps these eleven drops of Pangu essence blood could help the Witch Race achieve new glory.

Such great kindness and virtue was something she could never repay, and she could only do her best to fulfill Ye Changqing's dying wish.

In the Primordial World, at the human sacred land, Huoyun Palace.

Empress Nuwa came to pay her respects to her elder brother, one of the Three Human Emperors, Fuxi.

The Human Dao resided within Huoyun Palace, suppressed by the Three Human Emperors.

The moment Empress Nuwa stepped into Huoyun Palace, she felt that the Human Dao had become even closer to her.

She could feel a tremor within her body, originating from the brocade pouch Ye Changqing had given her.

When she opened it, three strands of Hongmeng Purple Qi suddenly flew out, startling her into quickly grabbing them.

Although the Hongmeng Bead had degenerated into the Chaos Bead, some Hongmeng Purple Qi still remained.

This was Ye Changqing's gift to the Three Human Emperors!

It was known that the strand of Hongmeng Purple Qi lost by Old Ancestor Hongyun back then had become the luck of the human race, splitting into three and entering the Primordial Spirits of the Three Human Emperors.

The three of them combined could barely reach the level of a Saint, and they could never leave Huoyun Palace.

Once they left, the Human Dao would become violent, bringing great disaster to the human race.

In addition to the three strands of Hongmeng Purple Qi, a golden seal was emitting an unusual fluctuation.

It seemed to be resonating with the Human Dao!

Empress Nuwa was immediately shocked and had a bold guess.

This was the Human Dao Golden Seal, the supreme treasure that allowed her to merge with the Human Dao.

It turned out that Ye Changqing had calculated this day long ago.

It seemed she owed him a great karmic debt.

Under the Heavenly Dao, there should be nine Saints, so the Earthly Dao and the Human Dao should also have nine Saints.

She gasped, Ye Changqing's ambitions were immense; was he trying to mass-produce Saints?

Once eighteen Saints appeared in the Primordial World, it would be a situation that Old Ancestor Hongjun could no longer control.

This Ye Changqing was truly terrifying!

In Azure Palace.

Sect Master Tongtian sat in the highest seat and said to the Myriad Immortals in the hall, "Tens of thousands of years have passed since the Lich Tribulation, and now another tribulation is approaching, which should fall upon you all."

A uproar instantly filled the hall. Although they had known this day would come, they hadn't expected it to arrive so quickly.

How powerful were the Dragon, Phoenix, Qilin, and Lich races in the past? They all vanished under the tribulation.

Thinking of this, the Myriad Immortals of the Jie Cult were all filled with anxiety.

Daoist Duobao bowed to the ground and said, "Teacher, have mercy! Please grant us a method to avoid this calamity!"

"Teacher, have mercy!" The Myriad Immortals in the hall also bowed and pleaded.

"Close your cave doors tightly, and quietly recite the Yellow Court scriptures two or three times; cast your bodies into the West, and have your names inscribed on the Investiture of the Gods."

As soon as Sect Master Tongtian finished speaking, he transformed into a verse that was posted on the gate of Azure Palace.

"What? You signed the Investiture of the Gods?"

"How many times have I told you, you can't sign it, you can't sign it!"

A sudden voice rang out in the hall, instantly drawing everyone's attention.

Sect Master Tongtian's breathing hitched, and he felt a headache coming on. Why had Ye Changqing returned at this time?

Sect Master Tongtian calmly replied, "Senior Disciple Brothers Primordial and Laozi also signed."

"This is also the will of Teacher Hongjun."

"Only by doing this did he agree to let me preside over the Investiture of the Gods, and let you enter the Investiture of the Gods..."

Sect Master Tongtian's face was filled with despair; he had no other choice.

"This is the inevitable trend of the Heavenly Dao."

"Do you think we can defy it?"

Ye Changqing's words were stuck in his throat. Indeed, as their Teacher had said, those people would not let the Jie Cult go.

"Senior Disciple Brother, you've done so much for the Jie Cult. It's time for us to do something for you too."

Daoist Duobao bowed deeply to Ye Changqing and said.

"We are willing to seize a sliver of hope for Senior Disciple Brother!"

The voices of the Myriad Immortals of the Jie Cult echoed in unison throughout the great hall of the Azure Palace.

"You guys..."

"Are too foolish!"

Ye Changqing sighed, but his heart was filled with warmth.

He never expected that after being on guard for so long, he would be the reason they were dragged down.

Several years were but a blink of an eye for the beings of the Great Desolation.

On this day, the Myriad Immortals of the Jie Cult gathered on Golden Ao Island, their faces etched with sorrow.

Their Senior Disciple Brother, Ye Changqing, was about to die!

San Xiao, Holy Mother Wudang, Golden Spirit Holy Mother, Saint Huoling, Golden Light Holy Mother, Holy Mother Guiling, and a host of other female immortals, dressed in plain white, surrounded Ye Changqing.

Tears welled up in their eyes, their gazes filled with reluctance.

"You don't need to be sad for me!"

"Perhaps we will meet again someday..."

Ye Changqing, whose life force was dwindling, comforted them as he lay on his deathbed.

But how could they not be heartbroken, having already given their hearts to him?

Some of the Jie Cult disciples behind them had already begun to sob.

A heavy cloud of sorrow hung over Golden Ao Island, and the sound of thunder seemed to toll his funeral bell.

Sect Master Tongtian stood with his hands behind his back, gazing up at the sky. Why hadn't Old Ancestor Hongjun arrived yet?

If he didn't come soon, Ye Changqing would truly not be able to hold on!

Sect Master Tongtian suddenly sensed something. An old man had silently appeared among the crowd surrounding Ye Changqing.

It was Dao Ancestor Hongjun himself!

Old Ancestor Hongjun looked at Ye Changqing with a half-smile, unsure whether to be happy or sad.

He grabbed Ye Changqing's arm and pulled him up.

A powerful aura erupted from him, instantly repelling all the extraneous individuals around them.

Only then did the Jie Cult disciples notice his presence.

Everyone looked at him with hope. He was the spokesperson of the Heavenly Dao; perhaps he could bring a sliver of hope to their Senior Disciple Brother.

They would spare no sacrifice, even their own lives!

Above Old Ancestor Hongjun's head, within the thick dark clouds, a massive purple eyeball was observing everything.

It could not tolerate the existence of someone like Ye Changqing. If any unexpected changes occurred, it would personally annihilate him.

The Investiture of the Gods slowly unfurled above Ye Changqing's head, its aura filling all the Jie Cult disciples with dread.

After all, their names were recorded on it, and it controlled their destinies.

As Ye Changqing slowly closed his eyes, the life force within his body completely extinguished.

The last trace of his True Spirit flew out from his sea of consciousness and ascended to the Investiture of the Gods.

A name suddenly appeared in a blank space on the Investiture of the Gods.

Ye Changqing!

However, it looked rather strange. A black line severed these three characters, erasing them from the Investiture of the Gods.

Ye Changqing's last trace of True Spirit instantly vanished!

He was truly dead!