The Mist Beast clan's counterattack was so fierce and so opportunistic that, in Xu Long's eyes, they not only possessed formidable fighting power but also profound wisdom in assessing the situation.
The Heaven Patroler, momentarily delayed, was already enraged. Having lost its momentum, it had no further opportunity to stop the Ancestral Spirit.
He could only watch helplessly as the Eight Trigrams Formation Diagram was thrown into the crack of the magic seal, and the Ancestral Spirit totem within it began to tremble.
It is believed that Feng Fuxi will soon be freed from this confined place that has imprisoned him for countless years.
Seeing that the seal was beginning to dim at the Center, the Heaven Patroler seemed to sense something, and his expression changed drastically.
"You've ruined my plans! You've ruined my plans! You all deserve to die!"
He, who had maintained an ethereal demeanor, finally couldn't help but roar loudly.
The Magic Power rolled between his throat and tongue, drawn out by a sword aura. When the sound waves burst forth in the sea of thunder, countless living beings trembled and bowed their heads.
The rolling sound waves surged like a tsunami, shattering all the surrounding spatial barriers.
The Heaven Patroler's countenance was filled with rage, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light, like an ancient clay sculpture that had opened its eyes and awakened its soul.
When it roared out from the Center, it caused thunder to rumble and energy to surge, as if the heavens were about to rage and the earth mother was about to cause trouble.
The thunder Thunder God, who had just been so powerful and unrestrained in the heart of the world, was now like a whisper in the ear in the face of the Heaven Patroler's might, unable to penetrate the heart at all.
In its anger, the Heaven Patroler caused various strange phenomena to flash frequently. This was due to the connection with energies beyond the heavens, and the resulting energy fluctuations were particularly noticeable.
Only then did Xu Long realize what an ancient immortal was, and what an immortal whose name was engraved in the Heaven Beyond Heaven.
This being exists alongside heaven and earth, shining as brightly as the sun and moon; every move he makes will guide this world.
Why doesn't he need to bow to heaven and earth?
Because in this world, he is the supreme ruler of heaven and earth, the epitome of all ages!
Clang!
A metallic clang rang out in the Center.
Perhaps sensing its master's anger, the bronze sword paused in mid-air and twirled.
The sound it produced seemed to possess the power to shatter heaven and earth, echoing endlessly in the Center.
Upon hearing the ringing of the bronze sword, the Heaven Patroler's furious expression softened slightly.
As if comforted by an old friend, the expression on his face instantly calmed down.
Sensing a sword aura about to erupt before him, the Heaven Patroler glanced at the location of the Ancestral Spirit.
A strong sense of regret flashed in his eyes. Now that Feng Fuxi had the Eight Trigrams Formation Diagram, there was no point in trying to seal him away again.
What a pity...
It's all the fault of these ants and insects!
The Heaven Patroler's anger, which had been calmed, was reignited when he thought about Xu Long and the Mist Beast Clan's actions.
But now, reminded by the sword, his anger transformed into a deep killing intent.
Clang!
The moment the thought crossed his mind, the sword energy of the bronze sword shifted.
At this moment, Xu Long's heart tightened suddenly, and he cursed the Heaven Patroler as a real old bastard.
Seeing that his magic seal was shattered and the Ancestral Spirit was about to break free of its seal, instead of finding a way to deal with the Ancestral Spirit, he actually wanted to use himself to vent his anger.
The Heaven-Slaying One Sword just now was Poison Curse condensed from the Eternity Ice Mist by the Mist Beast Tide. It was delayed for a moment, and now the Heaven Patroler broke free from the Poison Curse's restraint in just a thought.
Just as the bronze sword was about to cut through the tide of Mist Beast and sever the blue river, it would almost effortlessly take his life without pausing.
In this critical situation, Xu Long couldn't think of any way to defend himself.
No matter how strong the youth and he themselves were, under the might of this ancient immortal, they had no choice but to be slaughtered.
When the sword struck, countless Mist Beast beasts had already been slaughtered. The Eternity Ice Mist, which usually displayed great power on cultivators, was now like a clay chicken or a clay dog under the bronze sword.
Wherever the sword energy passed, the tide of Mist Beast was easily parted like ripples on water.
That sword energy moved through the azure river as if it were flat ground; no matter how much power the Two-Headed Mist Beast, Pavilion Master Xu, gathered within it, it could not stop it in the slightest.
The majesty of the celestial patrollers cannot be offended, and the title of the ancient immortals cannot be humiliated.
The Poison Curse that the Mist Beast clan just cast will be punished a thousandfold under the Bronze Sword!
A deep despair flashed in his emerald eyes. When faced with the bronze sword, Pavilion Master Xu was terrified to the point of having his liver and gall bladder tremble. It seemed that only now did he realize the majesty of the Heaven Patroler!
The incoming bronze sword killed countless members of the tribe, and the Eternity Ice Mist, which they relied on most, was treated like child's play in the process.
As he watched the bronze sword slash and slay countless giant blue pythons, Pavilion Master Xu felt as if his heart was being torn apart, and a strong sense of helplessness arose in the face of death.
It kept retreating, using the lives of the countless blue pythons beneath it to block the incoming sword energy.
The massive body of Pavilion Master Xu swiftly retreated towards the location of the Ancestral Spirit, knowing that the Ancestral Spirit was its last hope.
Having already betrayed the Heaven Patroler, they have now paid the price with the lives of countless members of their race.
I hope that this time I will abandon darkness and embrace the light, and that my Ancestral Spirit will forgive me and allow me to...
A strange light flickered in Pavilion Master Xu's emerald eyes. He had already approached the location of the Ancestral Spirit, but at this moment, the bronze sword had already struck.
Pavilion Master Xu sensed the threat of death, and as his pupils shifted, he caught a glimpse of Xu Long behind him out of the corner of his eye...
However, Xu Long, who was behind, was even more desperate...
A chilling sword aura was reflected in his eyes; the sharpness of the bronze sword almost reached his eyes.
Xu Long's fear was no less than that of Pavilion Master Xu. He struggled to control himself in the air, trying to fly towards the location of the Ancestral Spirit.
The sword energy is about to strike, what should we do!
"Insects and worms! They all deserve to die!"
The Heaven Patroler's indifferent voice echoed Center.
His eyes regained their extreme indifference, and he stood like a majestic clay sculpture, delivering the fates of Pavilion Master Xu and Xu Long in a chilling voice.
His tone carried an undeniable authority, and his sword aura exuded an irresistible power.
Upon hearing this voice, the Reptile Pavilion Master Xu was so terrified that he almost fainted.
The sword energy in Xu Long rapidly magnified, and his originally ferocious face was now numb and stiff.
He stood alone beneath the enormous seal, silently lamenting: My life is over!
Gu Jianshan!
A rather authoritative voice boomed in Xu Long's mind.
Clang!
After a clang of metal on metal, the sword energy in front of him was blocked by a golden light.
The bronze sword, which had been advancing with tremendous force, stopped in its tracks before the golden light.
When the Heaven Patroler heard those three words, his expression froze, and a look of bewilderment appeared in his eyes.
As if searching for a past memory, the shock of those three words lingered in his mind for a long time.
For countless years, he traveled the world alone on behalf of Heaven. Ancient cultivators only knew him as the Heaven Patroler, and no one knew his real name after the ancient times.
Countless years have passed, all my former friends have perished, and my former immortal status has been sealed away.
No one knew his origins anymore, and he even forgot his own name in his heart.
Between heaven and earth, only the Heaven Patroler remains; the ancient immortal— Gu Jianshan— is no more!
" Feng Fuxi! You are not dead yet!"
With a resounding clang, the sword roared out. The Heaven Patroler was distracted by the Ancestral Spirit's words, but he immediately turned back to his senses.
The bronze sword before the Dharma seal twisted once, roared, and unleashed countless sword energies, ready to slash down upon the Dharma seal.
Upon seeing this, Pavilion Master Xu was so horrified that he fainted.
Xu Long secretly breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the Ancestral Spirit had finally escaped its confinement at the most critical moment.
As the sword energy surged forth, a golden light in front of him grew brighter and brighter.
The magic seal above Xu Long also began to shrink rapidly, and the binding power it contained was being broken by the Eight Trigrams Formation Diagram.
With the Eight Trigrams Formation Diagram in hand, the Ancestral Spirit was no longer restrained, Heaven Patroler's seal at the Center completely lost its effect.
Rumble!
A tremendous sound reverberated in the Center, and the dim and lifeless magic seal was forcibly pushed open by a Super Strength, leaving it helplessly floating in the Center.
With the Heaven Patroler Dharma Seal fully opened, the Ancestral Spirit, which had been imprisoned for countless years, was finally freed from its confinement.
A crackling sound rang out from behind the curtain, and several bolts of purple lightning shot out one after another after the magic seal was opened.
They are the culprits who passed through the Ancestral Spirit totem image and trapped it under the seal of Dharma.
For countless years, the power of lightning has been used to forge the Ancestral Spirit Ancestral Spirit's Dharma Body, disrupt its Ancestral Spirit energy, and seal its power.
At this moment, when the Ancestral Spirit were freed, they dared not obstruct them in the slightest. At the distant summons of the Thunder God, they were about to rush out in an instant.
"Where do you think you're going!"
Seeing the purple lightning about to strike, Xu Long instinctively roared and flashed out before the curtain of lightning.
The Celestial Phenomenon above his head were fully revealed, and with a thought, the sword light followed the purple lightning and slashed down from the sky.
Xu Long wanted to use the Ancestral Spirit's influence to try and incorporate the purple lightning into his own Celestial Phenomenon.
He knew that the Nebula in the Celestial Phenomenon was about to undergo a change, and at this moment, he needed the purple lightning to make up for it even more.
However, Thunder God was under the jurisdiction of the Heaven Patroler, and under the bronze sword, Xu Long dared not be disrespectful to Thunder God, much less go to his death in front of the Heaven Patroler.
However, with the Ancestral Spirit backing him up, Xu Long boldly set his sights on the purple lightning.
Sure enough, all the Thunder God were shocked when they saw Xu Long's sword light flash out.
They all knew that Xu Long had the means to completely annihilate them. Once the purple lightning was subdued, the path of the Thunder God would come to an end.
As the incoming sword light was about to catch up with the purple lightning, the thunder Thunder God, intimidated by the power of the Ancestral Spirit, dared not resist.
They could only turn their gazes toward the Heaven Patroler, their anxiety almost palpable.
However, the Heaven Patroler was already stretched thin, having exhausted all its strength to deal with the escaped Ancestral Spirit, so it had no ability to protect the Thunder God.
The two powerful figures stared at each other for a long time, and the atmosphere in the arena gradually became tense. Xu Long, standing to the side, glared menacingly at the group of Thunder God.
At this moment, a vortex had already formed in the Celestial Phenomenon, and a powerful suction force was surging from within the vortex, sucking in any lightning energy that approached it.
" Gu Jianshan! The Primordial Era has been completely destroyed; all its glory and splendor are now just yesterday's news. In the meantime, I have broken through the constraints of the Land of Exile. My return to the heavens is only a matter of time, and you cannot stop me!"
The Ancestral Spirit sat calmly in the Center, pointing one finger at the Heaven Patroler and stretching out the other to support the sky.
She spoke in an extremely wistful tone, as if explaining something to him.
The two powerful beings, who harbored deep-seated hatred for each other, seemed to be gazing at each other calmly, with memories of their past resurfacing in their eyes.
The Ancestral Spirit's words were filled with emotion and sighs, and his words seemed to be comforting the spirits of the Heaven Patroler.
The Ancestral Spirit displayed unparalleled magnanimity towards this enemy who had imprisoned it for countless years.
"No! The ancient times have not vanished! The Immortal Register have not been sealed! I am still the one who patrols the heavens! I am still an immortal whose name is witnessed by mountains and rivers, and whose name is as clear as the sun and moon!"
"I am still an ancient immortal! I am still a guardian of the heavens!"
"I don't believe it! I won't believe it!"
"Those eras still exist! That glory remains! I can still see it! They haven't collapsed..."
After a moment of contemplation, the Heaven Patroler suddenly lost control of his emotions.
He didn't believe the meaning behind the Ancestral Spirit's words; he stretched out his arms, wanting to embrace the heavens.
The wide, gold-collared sleeves accentuated his exceptionally imposing figure, and the tassels and gold ornaments on them gleamed as if they were brand new.
There may only be this one immortal robe in the entire world, and there may only be this one ancient immortal in all the myriad realms.
The Heaven Patroler roared at the Ancestral Spirit with a ferocious expression. He raised his head and looked up at the sky, tears streaming down his numb eyes.
The ancient immortals who once roared proudly between heaven and earth, the celestial beings who once reigned supreme over all realms, now shed a desolate rain of tears.
He refused to believe that glorious era was over, and he refused to believe that their era had come to an end.
He refused to believe that the Immortal Register had been sealed away, and he refused to believe that the once Eternity kingdom had collapsed.
For countless years, he has continued to patrol the heavens alone, guarding the Ancestral Spirit alone.
Despite knowing that one old friend after another had died, he still refused to believe that the era had collapsed.
He would rather spend his entire life guarding the Ancestral Spirit in Land of Exile, burying himself forever in this desolate land, letting his heart slumber here forever.
He was also unwilling to face the end of an era when gods had vanished and powerful beings had perished.
Rather than saying that the Heaven Patroler sealed away the Ancestral Spirit for countless years, it would be more accurate to say that he sealed away himself for countless years.
He's like an ostrich burying its head in the sand; until he sees that era come to an end, he'll never convince himself that it's dead.
He would rather deceive himself for the rest of his life, slumbering in the Land of Exile, forever remaining a lonely ancient immortal!
Gu Jianshan belongs to that era!
An era of ancient immortals and great beings!
The Gu Jianshan is no longer the powerful figure it once was. Despite possessing earth-shattering Magic Power, it is now a discarded child of the times.
Despite still wearing clothes from countless years ago, he could no longer return to the era that belonged to him.
From the ancient times to the present, no one knows how much time has passed; he is a remnant of a bygone era.
They are still stubbornly clinging to the orders of the old era, maintaining their last shred of dignity in this desolate land.
" Gu Jianshan! The path to immortality has crumbled, the Immortal Register have been sealed away, even the Creator will perish. Our era has passed, no one is the master of this world anymore. Our struggles and grudges should have a peaceful resolution..."
When the Ancestral Spirit saw the Heaven Patroler in such a state, a sorrowful expression appeared on his face as he deeply sympathized with the Heaven Patroler's inner suffering.