The Ancient Realm's Future, Shrouded in Darkness

However, the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit did not cease its narration. Its voice remained calm and profound, as if describing a distant and cruel tale.

"Immortal Kings fell one after another, their corpses strewn across every corner of the Primal Ancient Realm.

Those Immortal Kings who once shook the world with their might were now reduced to mere footnotes in history, their blood drenching the soil of the Primal Ancient Realm to form seas of crimson flowers.

The once-thriving immortal realms had turned into desolate ruins; billions of living beings struggled in agony, their cries and wails rising one after another to form a poignant, mournful dirge."

The words of the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit made everyone present feel as if their hearts were being pierced by knives; they could not imagine that the Primal Ancient Realm, once full of vitality and hope, would fall into such a tragic state.

Yet, the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit did not stop its account, its voice remaining calm and deep, as if telling them of an inescapable truth.

This glimpse of the future displayed by the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit was a profound vision glimpsed at the cost of half of its purest origin.

Although this might only be a rough tapestry, with potential deviations in the finer details, the general trend and destiny could not be wrong.

At some point in the future, the Primal Ancient Realm would be shrouded in an unfathomable darkness.

This darkness was not merely night or shadow, but a power originating from the abyss that devoured everything; it spread silently, gradually eroding every corner of the ancient realm and extinguishing the light and hope that once existed.

The Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit rippled with green light, and a scene manifested before the eyes of the various Immortal Kings.

In this dark invasion, countless Immortal Kings stepped forward, clad in brilliant battle armor and wielding divine artifacts, determined to fight the darkness to the end.

On the battlefield, the figures of the Immortal Kings intertwined, their divine power surging to form pillars of dazzling light.

Across the vast and boundless battlefield of the ancient realm, the Immortal Kings fought valiantly, their figures dancing amidst the radiance of divine power like brilliant stars in the night sky.

Every strike and every defense was accompanied by the surge of divine power, forming pillars of light that temporarily drove back the darkness.

However, the power of the darkness was like a bottomless vortex, constantly devouring the divine power and life force of the Immortal Kings.

It silently eroded the bodies of the Immortal Kings, causing their strength to wane and their lives to ebb away; in this seemingly equal contest, the Immortal Kings gradually fell into a bitter struggle.

Even more terrifying was that some Immortal Kings were inadvertently corrupted by the darkness during the battle.

Their bodies began to mutate, their divine power becoming twisted and violent; the eyes of these corrupted Immortal Kings lost their former clarity, replaced by a dead silence and madness.

Like puppets of the darkness, they launched frenzied attacks on their former companions, becoming the most terrifying entities on the battlefield.

In this catastrophe, the living beings of the Primal Ancient Realm also suffered a massive disaster.

They trembled and wailed in the darkness, countless lives struggling in pain.

Once-prosperous towns and beautiful immortal realms were now reduced to ruins and desolation; the entire ancient realm seemed to have turned into a crimson purgatory, the air thick with the scent of despair and death.

"That is... Dark Beings, the Reception Ancient Hall!" The voice of the young Immortal King was filled with disbelief and shock.

He was dressed in white, his robes fluttering as if he were an immortal from the heavens; his eyes were deep and bright, as if they could pierce through all illusions to gaze directly at the essence of reality.

This young Immortal King was the master of the Cross Yin-Yang Forbidden Zone, wielding endless power of yin and yang.

His strength was unfathomable, and he shared a deep connection with the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit, making him one of the most mysterious and powerful beings in the ancient realm.

However, at this very moment, his face revealed deep worry and gravity.

The Master of the Forbidden Zone's knowledge of these Dark Beings and the Reception Ancient Hall stemmed from his several ventures deep into the Boundary Sea.

The Boundary Sea was a place filled with the unknown and danger, located on the other side of the ancient realm, teeming with dark powers and creatures that defied complete understanding or control.

The Master of the Forbidden Zone had ventured deep into the Boundary Sea several times, attempting to explore its mysteries.

Yet, every attempt had come at a tremendous cost.

The Dark Beings and the Reception Ancient Hall within the Boundary Sea brought him unprecedented pressure and threat; their power was both formidable and eerie, leaving him unable to fully resist.

Every time he returned from the Boundary Sea, the Master of the Forbidden Zone would be severely wounded, his Immortal King origin gravely damaged.

Suddenly, the scene shifted.

The darkness surged like a tide, boundless and infinite, as if to swallow everything.

In this chaotic darkness, a young man stood silently, his hair loose, each strand shimmering with a faint light like falling stars, dazzling and brilliant.

He wore a golden imperial robe, the patterns upon it seemingly containing the mysteries of heaven and earth, flowing with light and color, appearing sacred and solemn.

The young man slowly turned his head; in that instant, his gaze seemed to pierce through the endless darkness to meet the eyes of the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit in the distance, his eyes deep and resolute, as if containing infinite power and determination.

The Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit, an ancient and mysterious existence of the Primal Ancient Realm, appeared exceptionally wretched at this moment.

It suddenly spat out a mouthful of crimson Immortal King blood, the blood as vivid as a raging flame, instantly carving a blinding streak of light through the darkness; its aura withered, its origin severely damaged, clearly having suffered an irreversible injury.

This scene left all the Immortal Kings present shocked and unsettled; they watched the withered and listless Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit, their hearts filled with worry and doubt, not knowing what had happened or how to deal with this sudden turn of events.

Immortal King Six Paths Reincarnation, dressed in a black robe, wore a look of composure and calm. He quickly formed seals with his hands, chanting incantations, and then produced an immortal pill from his sleeve.

The pill shimmered with light and emitted a faint fragrance, clearly no ordinary item.

"Fellow Daoist, quickly consume this pill to stabilize your injuries!" The voice of Immortal King Six Paths Reincarnation carried a hint of urgency and concern as he quickly brought the pill to the lips of the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit.

Although its aura was weak, the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit remained conscious. It looked at Immortal King Six Paths Reincarnation, a trace of gratitude flashing in its eyes.

It opened its mouth and swallowed the pill; once inside, the pill immediately transformed into a warm current that flowed along its meridians, mending its damaged origin.

At the same time, the other Immortal Kings also took action.

They each condensed their own Immortal King origin into beams of light, shooting them toward the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit; those beams moved like spirit snakes, coiling around the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit to block the spread of its injuries.

Everything had happened too suddenly; even these Immortal Kings had not anticipated such a turn of events.

Their faces were etched with gravity and worry, their hearts filled with unease and confusion.