However, the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit did not stop its account. Its voice remained calm and deep, as though it were describing a distant, merciless tale.
"Immortal Kings fell one after another, their corpses scattered across every corner of the Ancient Realm.
Those Immortal Kings who had once commanded awe across the land could now only become part of history. Their blood drenched the Ancient Realm, forming vast seas of crimson flowers.
Those once-blooming paradises had become barren ruins. Countless living beings struggled in agony, their cries and wails rising and falling, composing a mournful elegy."
The Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit's words cut everyone present to the heart. They could not imagine that the Ancient Realm, once brimming with life and hope, would fall into such a tragic state.
Yet the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit did not stop its account. Its voice remained calm and deep, as though it were telling them an inescapable truth.
The glimpse of the future the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit had revealed was a profound vision it had glimpsed at the cost of half its purest origin.
Though it might be no more than a rough sketch, with some details perhaps mistaken, the overall trend and fate could not be wrong.
At some point in the future, the Primal Ancient Realm would be shrouded in an unfathomably deep darkness.
This darkness was no simple night or shadow. It was a force born from the abyss, one that devoured everything. It spread silently, gradually gnawing into every corner of the Ancient Realm, snuffing out its light and hope one by one.
Green light rippled from the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit, and a scene appeared before the Immortal Kings.
As darkness invaded, countless Immortal Kings stepped forward. Clad in dazzling battle armor and wielding divine weapons, they were determined to fight the darkness to the bitter end.
Across the battlefield, the Immortal Kings' figures crossed and recrossed, their divine power surging into dazzling pillars of light.
On the boundless battlefield of the Ancient Realm, the Immortal Kings fought valiantly. Their figures danced amid the radiance of divine power, like brilliant stars in the night sky.
Every attack and every defense was accompanied by surging divine power, forming pillar after pillar of dazzling light that temporarily drove back the darkness.
Yet the power of darkness was like a bottomless vortex, constantly devouring the Immortal Kings' divine power and vitality.
It silently gnawed into their bodies, weakening their strength and draining their lives. In this seemingly even contest, the Immortal Kings gradually fell into a bitter struggle.
More terrifying still, some Immortal Kings were caught by the darkness during battle.
Their bodies began to mutate, their divine power turning twisted and frenzied. The Immortal Kings corrupted by darkness lost the clarity that had once shone in their eyes, replaced by dead silence and madness.
Like puppets of darkness, they launched frenzied attacks against their former companions, becoming the most terrifying presences on the battlefield.
In this calamity, the living beings of the Primal Ancient Realm also suffered a tremendous disaster.
They trembled and wailed in the darkness. Countless lives struggled in agony.
The once-prosperous towns and beautiful paradises had become ruins and wastelands. The entire Ancient Realm seemed to have turned into a blood-red purgatory, the air thick with despair and the scent of death.
"That's... Dark Beings, the Reception Ancient Hall!" The young Immortal King's voice was full of disbelief and shock.
He wore white robes, their sleeves fluttering like those of an immortal from the heavens. His eyes were deep and bright, as if they could pierce every illusion and see straight to the truth.
This young Immortal King was the ruler of the Cross Yin-Yang Forbidden Zone, master of boundless yin-yang power.
His strength was unfathomable, and he shared a deep bond with the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit. He was one of the Ancient Realm's most mysterious and powerful beings.
Yet at that moment, deep worry and solemnity showed on his face.
The Master of the Forbidden Zone's knowledge of the Dark Beings and the Reception Ancient Hall came from his several journeys deep into the Boundary Sea.
The Boundary Sea was a place filled with the unknown and danger. It lay beyond the Ancient Realm, teeming with dark forces and creatures that no one could fully understand or control.
The Master of the Forbidden Zone had risked entering the Boundary Sea several times, attempting to uncover its mysteries.
Yet every attempt had cost him dearly.
The Dark Beings and the Reception Ancient Hall within the Boundary Sea had subjected him to unprecedented pressure and threat. Their power was mighty and uncanny, beyond anything he could fully withstand.
Every time the Master of the Forbidden Zone returned from the Boundary Sea, he was gravely wounded, his Immortal King origin severely damaged.
Suddenly, the scene shifted.
Darkness surged like a tide, boundless, as though it would devour everything.
In the chaos of that darkness, a young man stood silently. His hair hung loose, every strand shimmering with a faint light, like fallen stars—brilliant and dazzling.
He wore a golden robe, its patterns seemingly imbued with the mysteries of heaven and earth. It shimmered with flowing light, sacred and solemn.
The young man slowly turned his head. In that instant, his gaze seemed to pierce the endless darkness and meet the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit's eyes in the distance. His expression was deep and resolute, as if it contained boundless power and determination.
The Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit, an ancient and mysterious being of the Primal Ancient Realm, now looked utterly battered.
It suddenly spat out a mouthful of brilliant red Immortal King blood. The blood shone like flames, cutting a dazzling streak through the darkness. Its aura was feeble, its origin gravely wounded; it had clearly suffered injuries beyond repair.
The sight left every Immortal King present shocked and uneasy. They looked at the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit's weakened state, hearts full of worry and confusion. They had no idea what had happened or how to respond to this sudden turn of events.
Immortal King Six Paths Reincarnation wore a black robe, his face composed and calm. His hands rapidly formed seals as he murmured an incantation, then took an immortal pill from his sleeve.
The pill shimmered, releasing a faint fragrance. It was clearly no ordinary medicine.
"Fellow Daoist, swallow this pill at once and stabilize your injuries!" Immortal King Six Paths Reincarnation's voice was urgent and concerned as he swiftly brought the pill to the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit's mouth.
Though the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit's aura was weak, its mind remained clear. It looked at Immortal King Six Paths Reincarnation, gratitude flickering in its eyes.
It opened its mouth and swallowed the pill. As soon as it entered its body, it turned into a warm current that flowed through its meridians, mending its damaged origin.
At the same time, the other Immortal Kings sprang into action.
They gathered their Immortal King origins into beams of light and sent them toward the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit. The beams writhed like spirit serpents, coiling around it to keep its injuries from spreading.
It had all happened too suddenly. Even these Immortal Kings had not expected such a turn of events.
Their faces were grave and worried, their hearts filled with unease and confusion.
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