When he was exiled to the Land of Exile, he faced the fate of a fragmented tribe and displacement.
Its strength was gradually eroded through repeated resistance, until it was finally completely sealed off in the Center.
The Ancestral Spirit watched helplessly as his era came to an end; he was both a participant and a witness.
Throughout countless days and nights, he constantly questioned his own conscience, suffering immense mental and physical torment.
In the end, he adapted to this collapsing era, to his identity as a survivor, and also encountered Xu Long, an anomaly...
Now, when the Heaven Patroler faces the same situation as the Ancestral Spirit, his helplessness is something the Ancestral Spirit had foreseen.
No one knows the glory of that era, no one understands its splendor.
When all hope was dashed, the Heaven Patroler, with tears in his eyes, roared defiantly at the heavens:
"I am an ancient immortal— Gu Jianshan!"
"I am the Immortal Register to mark the mountains and rivers, and with the sun and moon as witnesses!"
" Feng Fuxi! Die!"
Clang!
Sensing its master's intense fighting spirit, the bronze sword suddenly emitted a fierce roar in the air.
That former arrogance is now fully revealed, and the immortal sword energy beyond the heavens bursts forth!
The sword is unsheathed, its blade gleaming with a hidden emerald light, concealing a long dragon!
The bronze sword swept up with the speed of the wind and the intensity of fire, and in the blink of an eye, it was upon Xu Long.
Xu Long felt a sudden jolt in his heart after the purple lightning flashed, and a sense of death immediately enveloped him. He stood there frozen, like a wooden statue.
The wrath of the immortals is not to be trifled with!
"Imperial Edict!"
As the sword energy approached, the Ancestral Spirit behind him shook his head slightly, a hint of pity in his eyes as he looked at the Heaven Patroler.
Then, he uttered another word, and the sword energy was suddenly blocked in front of a light screen, its deadly power quietly broken.
The Ancestral Spirit helped Xu Long escape the fatal crisis of the bronze sword, and after hearing the Ancestral Spirit's "edict" on the spot, he suddenly felt a surge of good fortune and disappeared behind the light curtain.
"Haha! Thank you for your help, young friend, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to escape. I see that you possess the Milky Way Celestial Phenomenon, and there must be profound lightning energy condensing within those Nebula..."
"In that case, I'll lend you a hand!"
After entering the light curtain, Xu Long turned around and stood in front of the Ancestral Spirit.
Within this light screen, there were energy fluctuations that shifted with spatial changes; Xu Long knew this was the effect of the Eight Trigrams Formation Diagram.
After standing still, the Ancestral Spirit observed the Celestial Phenomenon and Nebula with a strange look, and then smiled and said a few words to Xu Long.
When Xu Long heard about the "mysterious lightning energy," his heart skipped a beat.
The Ancestral Spirit's words were like opening a window for him, clearing away some of the fog in the Nebula.
However, the Ancestral Spirit were unwilling to reveal any further information.
After finishing his speech Ancestral Spirit, who had remained seated, stretched out his arm and waved his wide Daoist robe slightly at the Thunder God gods in the distance.
The sleeves were like a magic bag, completely enveloping the dozens of Thunder God in the distance.
Xu Long only saw a flash of purple lightning, the lightning surging within his Daoist robe almost condensing into a sea of lightning.
The Thunder God that had previously been scattered throughout the core area were thus captured by the Ancestral Spirit in a single move.
As the sleeves were pulled together in the air, the purple sea of lightning rapidly shrank, accompanied by a series of crackling sounds.
The Ancestral Spirit spirit, wielding his sleeves, summoned all the Thunder God before him. As they arrived, the sleeves of his sleeves bulged and bulged from the countless bolts of lightning.
Inside, it was as if dragons were surging and churning, with rolling thunder and lightning bursting forth.
The formation seemed poised to tear through the Ancestral Spirit's sleeve, but the Ancestral Spirit seated within showed no sign of panic.
He slightly flicked his sleeve, causing the sea of lightning to tremble suddenly in the air.
Then, star patterns trembled in the Ancestral Spirit's eyes, and totems appeared. He parted his lips slightly and uttered a single word to the Thunder God gods within:
"Condense!"
The purple sea of lightning within the sleeves exploded, then under pressure, it began to coalesce forcefully.
Xu Long prided himself on his abilities, claiming he could single-handedly defeat and annihilate the Thunder God. But witnessing the power and methods of the Ancestral Spirit, he realized the true meaning of courage and awe.
The Ancestral Spirit effortlessly annihilated dozens of Thunder God with a mere sleeve, completing the task in the blink of an eye, and appearing completely relaxed and at ease.
Compared to himself, the Ancestral Spirit dealt with the Thunder God as easily as eating and drinking.
Xu Long knew that this was a divine power condensed from the Ancestral Spirit's Daoist principles and laws, a means of suppressing the Thunder God gods in an instant by using his own realm.
The power of the ancient gods is truly unfathomable!
The Thunder God that had been brought along revealed their true forms within the sleeves of the ancestral spirit. When the Ancestral Spirit withdrew the sleeves, the original tranquility had been restored.
Only a patch of purple lightning still flickered within, the violent energy being completely suppressed.
The dozens of surging bolts of lightning were now condensed into a single, tiny bolt, and the lives of all the Thunder God were instantly annihilated by the Ancestral Spirit.
"Many thanks to Senior Emperor Xi for his assistance!"
Seeing that the Thunder God had been subdued in one move, Xu Long quickly stepped forward to pay his respects to the Ancestral Spirit, then gave them a flattering look, before watching longingly as the purple lightning flickered between his sleeves.
"Haha, young friend, no need for such formalities!"
"Go!"
When Ancestral Spirit saw Xu Long's ingratiating manner, a smile immediately appeared on his face.
After giving a curt greeting, he twisted his sleeves and gave a light shake.
The purple lightning trapped within paused abruptly, as if it had been sealed by a binding law.
Even without the sleeves covering it, it was no longer violent; as the sleeves were shaken out, it headed towards Xu Long's Celestial Phenomenon.
A deafening roar erupted in the Celestial Phenomenon; this bolt of lightning was formed from the combined power of dozens of Thunder God.
When it fell into the Nebula, it inevitably triggered a strong energy reaction.
However, Xu Long was prepared, and the crimson Nebula instantly absorbed the purple lightning.
The enormous vortex changed color instantly, as if it were swallowing a colossal creature, expanding to its maximum size.
Lightning bolts continuously erupted from the deep vortex, accompanied by a surge of violent energy.
Upon seeing that the Ancestral Spirit had subdued the Thunder God, the Sky Heaven Patroler was even more enraged.
These Thunder God were all summoned by him from beyond the heavens and have guarded this place for countless years. They have earned their respect even if they have not made any great contributions.
The original intention was to exhaust the Ancestral Spirit ' energy and grant them their freedom, allowing them to find a place to stay among the myriad worlds.
But at this moment, it was subdued by the Ancestral Spirit in one move and was even drawn into Xu Long's Celestial Phenomenon.
The eerie Nebula that Heaven Patroler the heavens was well aware of its power. The Thunder God were first subdued by the Ancestral Spirit, and then devoured and refined by the Nebula, with no chance of survival.
In this way, he would truly be the only cultivator from the Primordial Era left in the world, and he would truly become a lonely figure.
Having slumbered in Land of Exile for many years, the Heaven Patroler felt the loneliness in his heart for the first time.
He glared at Ancestral Spirit and Xu Long opposite him, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes.
No! He wasn't the only cultivator from the Primordial Era.
And there's also that remnant of Feng Fuxi!
The Heaven Patroler could not hide his anger; his face was filled with rage. He could never calm down when facing the Ancestral Spirit.
Whether it was a struggle in ancient times or a chance encounter in this present moment.
He always harbored a sense of pride, a pride that yearned to completely subdue the Ancestral Spirit.
But at crucial moments, things never go as planned.
The fact that the Ancestral Spirit subdued the Thunder God and allowed Xu Long to completely refine them undoubtedly ignited the pent-up anger within the Heaven Patroler that had been building up for countless years.
He proclaimed himself the one who surveyed the heavens, the exemplar of all things, blessed by the rules of the Heavenly Dao Immortal Register's Reincarnation World, and inscribed with immortal registers; he was an invincible being.
Even though Feng Fuxi was a powerful and influential figure, the founder of an era, the Heaven Patroler would not bow down before him.
Since the other party has already escaped from prison, there is no need for further words; only a battle can put an end to this grudge.
"The ancient immortal of Ancient Gu Jianshan, in strict accordance with the decree, will surely seal off Feng Fuxi and guard him for ten thousand years without decline!"
The Heaven Patroler raised his head and roared to the heavens, his face solemn and his whole demeanor dignified.
He stood tall and straight, like a mountain ridge, as if he were paying homage to some god-king.
The Heaven Patroler beneath the heavens gleamed with brilliance, his Magic Power flowing like an inexhaustible river.
After he roared to the sky, it seemed as if someone outside the heavens heard his voice, and rays of precious light shone forth from beyond the heavens.
The Heaven Patroler was bathed in a precious light, and his solemn figure gave him a sense of holiness.
Perhaps recalling countless past actions, a hint of dazedness appeared in his eyes.
The celestial journey amidst the precious light felt like returning to the past, to the era in which he had dedicated everything, to the time when ancient immortals shook the heavens and earth and were omnipotent.
He completed his self-sacrifice amidst the precious light, finding his former self in the crumbling world.
Even though the era has ended, even though all living beings have Miejue, even though all worlds have collapsed, even though everything that once was has vanished.
But I am still someone whose Immortal Register has not been sealed, I am still a member of the Divine Kingdom lineage, and I am still the glory of that era.
I will never forget the command of the Divine Kingdom. I will remain steadfast in this Land of Exile, and I will dedicate my life to eternally guarding Feng Fuxi!
Perhaps no one will ever know that in that magnificent, splendid, Eternity immortal world, there once existed an ancient immortal who could capture the sun and moon and shake the heavens and the earth.
His name is— Gu Jianshan!
As the precious light was about to disappear, the Heaven Patroler within it had already channeled his Magic Power throughout his body, and an absolute aura spread throughout the Center.
Seeing that the Heaven Patroler were about to launch an attack, the Ancestral Spirit's eyes narrowed for a moment, a hint of regret flashing in them.
Meanwhile, the light screen beside him flickered frequently, as if something was brewing within it.
The Eight Trigrams Formation Diagram silently appeared in his palm, and the battle between the two powerful figures was about to erupt.
Xu Long felt a tightness in his chest as he sensed the oppressive atmosphere in the arena. He knew that the Heaven Patroler was probably going to get serious.
He appeared sacred as he bathed in the divine light, but it was more of a final burst of energy before death. An old man who had lost hope in life was undoubtedly terrifying.
Seeing the sword energy erupting in the arena, Xu Long wisely hid behind the Ancestral Spirit.
As soon as Xu Long's figure flashed by, the opponent's sword energy arrived with chilling force.
Eight beams of light suddenly rose before the Ancestral Spirit, and a mysterious aura trapped the bronze sword within them.
However, the Heaven Patroler didn't take it seriously. After scoffing, he moved his mind, and the sword in the light screen disappeared into it.
Meanwhile, the light screen containing the sword surrounded the arena, creating a dazzling display of shifting spaces.
A powerful binding force was evident within it, and a hidden killing intent lurked deep within the array.
Xu Long didn't know where the bronze sword would be transported. These eight light curtains were the inner gate of the array; if the bronze sword were trapped within them, wouldn't it be completely trapped?
Before his thoughts could fully form, a burst of sword energy suddenly appeared before his eyes.
Xu Long was so terrified that his soul almost left his body. Even being behind the Ancestral Spirit wasn't safe enough?
He was all too familiar with that sword energy; he had never felt the power of the Heaven-Slaying One Sword at such close range before.
The Power of Laws emanating from it could completely overwhelm his own Law of Slaughter.
In the midst of the crisis, the Ancestral Spirit retreated behind it, deploying golden pillars of light behind the sword energy as a defense.
As he set up the formation, star patterns trembled in his eyes, countless great principles flowed within them, and boundless wisdom was hidden in the deep mist.
After the golden pillar of light appeared, it grew larger and larger in the wind, blocking the sword energy like a pillar supporting the sky.
The Heaven Patroler's gaze was like lightning, stirring up sword energy to relentlessly pursue the golden light. Ancestral Spirit and Xu Long retreated repeatedly, and one light screen after another appeared in the air.
The screen is engraved with scenes depicting the lives of all people, showing the labor of the four seasons and the norms of etiquette and morality.
This is a treasure with its own laws. There are eight screens released from the Ancestral Spirit, which he has kept locked in the array diagram.
Even when faced with the bronze sword and forced to draw it to defend himself, he remained seated.
He seemed completely unconcerned when faced with the whistling sword coming at him.
In the blink of an eye, the Great Dao crisscrosses; in the flick of a finger, laws flow forth. The might of the ancient gods is absolutely unparalleled in the world!
As the eight-sided screen appeared in the air, the portraits on it were all too familiar to the Heaven Patroler; they were images he had witnessed before...
When one's gaze falls upon it, one's will is inevitably drawn in, and the power of the bronze sword within is immediately dampened.
The screens quickly changed positions in the room, and after trapping the sword, they began to close together.
One of the screens suddenly became empty, with no image on it.
As they approached the sword, a figure gradually appeared on it; it was none other than the Heaven Patroler.
Clang!
The bronze sword suddenly let out a furious roar from behind the screen.
The shrill sound waves were extremely penetrating, like countless thin steel needles, suddenly bursting into a person's brain, causing excruciating pain that instantly brought them back to their senses.
"Hmph! A petty trick to bewitch the heart!"
The Heaven Patroler's gaze cleared for a moment as he looked at the screen.
He had been so captivated by the paintings that for a moment he felt as if he had been transported back to the real past.
These paintings possess a captivating power, while the screens have the means to imprison cultivators.
If they cannot wake up, they will be completely absorbed into the screen once it closes.
Even his earth-shattering power will be nothing more than a scene within a screen.
The Heaven Patroler, now fully awake, was filled with even greater killing intent. His eyes gleamed with a sharp light, and as he shot out, it was as if he had opened his divine eyes, no longer afraid of any deceptive methods.