767: Body sacrifice, supreme, returning hands

"Is this my fate?"

Above the vast ocean of Luck, towering waves surged.

On the small boat of azure and silver, Zhou Tailai seemed to glimpse his own destiny.

It was to merge with that boundless, towering figure.

It was as if this had always been his destiny from birth.

He offered no resistance, nor could he resist.

This was the arrangement of fate.

"Come..."

A soft whisper echoed in Zhou Tailai's heart.

Buzz~

The ocean of Luck surged, lifting the small boat and Zhou Tailai upon it, steadily climbing higher.

They were about to enter the bridge and passage formed by the light of the two scorching suns.

"Sacrifice myself, the Star River is one, all Dao are within me!"

Just then.

A deep, powerful voice suddenly resounded across this ocean and abyss.

Rumble!

The next moment.

A giant, ten thousand feet tall, wreathed in a Star River, forcibly intruded into this mysterious place.

"Long River Transforms into Dao, Slash!"

The ten-thousand-foot-tall giant roared.

Behind him, a Star River scroll manifested.

With the roar, the ten-thousand-foot-tall giant raised his arms, as if using his palms as blades, and fiercely slashed forward.

Boom!

Behind the ten-thousand-foot-tall giant, the Star River transformed into a colossal star blade of unknown length, slashing down with a boom.

However, it did not slash towards the passage and bridge formed by the two scorching suns, but rather fell upon the edge of the ocean.

It slashed fiercely along the black cliff.

Bang!

With this slash.

The azure and silver boat carrying Zhou Tailai shattered with a bang.

With a splash, Zhou Tailai's Incarnation of consciousness fell into the ocean.

As the Star River long blade descended, the ocean surged backward, retreating en masse.

"Old Ancestor Zhao!"

Falling into the ocean, tossed and turned by the surging waves, Zhou Tailai's mind suddenly awoke, recognizing the ten-thousand-foot figure who used his palms as blades.

That was the Zhao Clan Ancestor, Zhao Guandao!

The ten-thousand-foot-tall figure did not reply, but instead turned sharply, looking towards the boundless humanoid outline before the dark silver circular wheel on the other side of the abyss.

"Ant."

"How dare you!"

Before the dark silver circular wheel, the boundless humanoid outline seemed to fluctuate for an instant.

Boom!

The humanoid outline reached out.

A hand that seemed to cover the sky stretched as if to span the boundless abyss, reaching for the ten-thousand-foot giant, wreathed in the Star River, who stood in front.

That sky-covering hand was so vast that even the ten-thousand-foot-tall Old Ancestor Zhao appeared minuscule beneath it.

"The wheel of destiny..."

"The suffering of my clan for countless years, all came from your hand..."

Zhao Guandao's face showed a sudden realization.

At this moment, he seemed to finally understand the source of the Zhao clan's Bloodline curse.

That dark silver circular wheel perfectly matched the few strokes left behind when the Zhao clan's ancestors once used the River Diagram to glimpse the wheel of destiny, one of the five Supreme treasures.

That dark silver circular wheel was the wheel of destiny, one of the five Innate Supreme treasures!

And this wheel of destiny had already been acquired by someone.

The backlash the Zhao clan had suffered for so many years all came from this person.

"Heh..."

Zhao Guandao's heart was now clear. He had originally seen the unfavorable situation and forced his way in, intending to rescue Zhou Tailai.

Who knew he would discover this truth?

Zhao Guandao trembled all over.

At this moment, facing the giant hand reaching for him, facing this enemy who had caused countless members of the Zhao clan immense suffering, he seemed to lack even the courage to strike.

The owner of the wheel of destiny was too powerful.

Just one hand already surpassed his comprehension.

Even a Dao Lord seemed to become an ant under this hand.

"Damn it!"

"Sacrifice myself, kill!"

Zhao Guandao's body shook.

Facing such an existence, he no longer had any chance of survival, so why not fight with all his might?

Even an ant has the courage to swing a blade at the sky.

"Kill!"

The ten-thousand-foot star-light giant moved, the Star River once again condensed into a long blade, held in his hand.

He rushed towards the boundless giant hand.

"A mere imitation, how can it wield power?"

The boundless giant hand remained unmoved, transforming its grasp into a palm, and slapped down towards the star-light.

Rumble!

A silent, colossal tremor agitated the ocean of Qi Luck.

"Old Ancestor Zhao!"

Zhou Tailai roared, but his voice was drowned out by the colossal sound.

"I have no regrets... return quickly..."

From afar, intermittent, ethereal sounds reached Zhou Tailai's ears, as he was tossed by the waves.

"Pfft!"

In the Zhao clan's ancestral land, within the mysterious space where the River Diagram was enshrined.

Zhou Tailai, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood, his Aura plummeting sharply, becoming extremely weak.

Zhou Tailai struggled to open his eyes.

At this moment.

The Star River was no more.

"Old Ancestor Zhao..."

Zhou Tailai's mind was anxious.

He tried to get up but stumbled.

Fortunately, an arm supported him.

"Wuming, where is Old Ancestor...?"

Zhou Tailai turned his head, looking beside him.

What met his eyes was a sorrowful and downcast face.

This was an expression he had never seen on Zhao Wuming's face before.

"Old Ancestor..."

"He has fallen."

Zhou Tailai looked behind him in disbelief, only to see an aged figure sitting cross-legged behind him, a hint of carefree smile on his face, but his body was completely devoid of Aura.

"Old Ancestor is a Dao Lord... how could he..."

Zhou Tailai murmured to himself, speechless.

But in his mind, the dark silver circular wheel and the humanoid outline reappeared.

That seemed to have far exceeded the realm of a Dao Lord.

"Wuming... I..."

Zhou Tailai slumped to the ground.

"Old Ancestor instructed that this place cannot protect you."

"I will have the Elder send you back."

Zhao Wuming's expression was sorrowful, but he merely shook his head, not blaming anything.

He kept Old Ancestor's previous instructions firmly in mind.

"The Luck on your body is connected to an extraordinary existence; only by returning will you have a chance of survival."

Zhao Wuming helped Zhou Tailai up.

Holding Old Ancestor Zhao's corpse in one hand, with a dim azure turtle shell and a scroll floating behind him, he disappeared into this void space... At the same time.

Chaofeng Ancient Realm, Northern Desert.

"Hmm?"

"The Supreme has awakened!"

In the various Forbidden Grounds of the Northern Desert.

The minds of the forbidden existences hidden within the Forbidden Grounds suddenly froze, their gazes turning towards the depths of the Northern Desert.

There.

An Aura soared into the sky.

Shaking all directions.

"Who is it?"

"To have stirred the Supreme's emotions..."

Ancient, decaying existences, slumbering in the Forbidden Grounds, awoke from their slumber.

Their hearts were filled with doubt and unease.

That was the Supreme of the Northern Desert.

A peerless existence in the Northern Desert, and even the entire Chaofeng Ancient Realm.

Just as the ancient existences were either terrified or astonished.

In the depths of the Northern Desert.

A desolate land.

Deep underground, there was an ancient palace.

At this moment, deep within the palace.

A humanoid figure, shrouded in mist and sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened its eyes, and an Aura that suppressed all else involuntarily emanated from its body.

Behind the humanoid figure's head.

A silver circular wheel slowly rotated.

Upon the silver circular wheel, it seemed to carry countless, innumerable Fates.

Like the very source of fate.

"I am finally reaching Perfection..."

"heavenly fortune/destiny... you are not as good as I am..."

The humanoid figure gently raised its head, its eyes filled with endless divine light, as if piercing through endless time and space, looking towards the eastern lands.

A moment later, the humanoid figure withdrew its gaze, and with a thought.

In the depths of the Northern Desert.

A woman, dressed in white, with a veil covering her face, revealing a pair of lifeless eyes and a smooth forehead, her three thousand strands of black hair bound behind her head by a white jade spiritual hairpin, walked out from the ancient, desolate palace.