Perhaps the ending had been destined from the moment Jiang Zhu appeared.
Who in this world was truly invincible? Let alone any faction. One generation replaced the last; the waves behind forever pushed those ahead.
Even the ten mighty Strange Ancestors had their day of defeat and death; even the Plateau, which looked down across past and present, had its day of decline. Who could truly endure forever? Who could remain forever unfettered throughout the ages?
"Even if we perish completely today, we'll drag you into the grave with us!"
The Ancestors roared, and more primordial matter surged from the Ancient Coffins. Their auras soared, as though they would dye all heaven and earth the color of deathly silence.
The four Ancient Coffins continuously spewed forth matter, supplying the Ancestors with an unending stream of power. Their attacks grew ever more savage, almost tearing all of space and time apart.
Yet their dying struggles accomplished nothing. Desolate Heavenly Emperor and the Pollen Emperor each faced one Ancestor.
Jiang Zhu fought two alone, swiftly consigning one Ancestor to eternal oblivion. The remaining Ancestor had no power to resist him at all.
The three great Ancestors truly panicked. For the first time in their lives, death was so close. Their opponents' strength surpassed everything they had imagined, leading directly to their utter defeat.
"How I hate this!"
The White-Haired Ancestor facing Jiang Zhu alone threw back his head and howled. His voice held despair, defiance, and, more than anything, regret. Yet he neither begged for mercy nor fled.
His eyes blazed with dazzling light as he did everything he could to raise his power, attempting to ascend once more.
That domain was what they had pursued and yearned for all their lives. Even if eternal oblivion awaited him today, he still wanted