Moreover, Huang had not disappeared. He was making his final push. After bloody battles spanning the ages, the Desolate Heaven Emperor had also found his opportunity to enter the sacrificial Dao. He lay dormant within a stretch of ancient history, sacrificing every Dao fruit he had condensed across all worlds. She did not believe this Desolate Heaven Emperor would fail.
More precisely, just as with Lin Yue, she could not imagine Huang failing. When his true body manifested in the world again, all worlds would likely gain another sacrificial Dao being.
Previously, the Ancestors of the Plateau had underestimated Lin Yue's strength. Still, losing three Ancestors was no great matter to the Plateau, because new Ancestors were already close to emerging.
In this world, perhaps only this Plateau, the burial ground of a transcendent being, could create sacrificial Dao beings in such numbers. The terrifying influence of that transcendent status had even granted this Land of Exile a consciousness of its own.
With Shi Hao concealing his traces and the Eerie Race falling silent, the two sides entered a subtly balanced period of peace. Only the many turbulent worlds among the Myriad Heavens and Realms continued to stir ripples.
Meanwhile, within an unknown fragment of shattered ancient history in the Boundless Sacrificial Sea, a blood-robed young man sat cross-legged in the depths of an endless universe. Countless broken stars surrounded him, and stretches of collapsed space overlapped one another. The cosmos was dim and lightless. His figure occasionally vanished into nothingness, and even all his Dao fruits began to approach a disordered end. His solemn, majestic Dharma Body was becoming impossible for all worlds to perceive. Laws could no longer imprint his existence, and everything condensed from all worlds was separating from his eternal, singular Dharma Body.
"Wusheng, the day