832: Chapter 832 The Final Chapter

"Four thousand years."

In the Immortal Realm, within the depths of the Immortal Palace of the Thirty-Three Heavens, a figure seated upon the Immortal Emperor's throne gazed into the distance. His gaze seemed to pierce through the barriers of the Immortal Palace, landing upon the towering World Tree.

The white light behind the head of the Black Giant Serpent coiled at the summit of the World Tree was a chaotic blur, yet it remained utterly silent.

"Time is running out."

Yi sighed softly.

Over these four thousand years, the reaction of the Heavenly Dao had become increasingly intense.

He could only exert his utmost effort to delay and contend with it.

However, this change had still leaked out of the Immortal Realm and likely already affected many worlds in the Lower Realm.

The arrival of the final moment of nirvana might not be as optimistic as the ten thousand years previously mentioned.

As for exactly how much time remained, he could only do his best.

Chaofeng Ancient Realm.

In the four-thousandth year, the True Saint Ancient Dynasty, which occupied the Northern Desert, marched its armies south, entering the Western Border Demon Domain.

Aided by an unknown military formation, the Ancient Dynasty's army swept through everything in its path, and the smaller clans of the Western Border Yao Race were being exterminated one after another.

At the same time.

In the Eastern Wasteland Continent, a Retired Emperor emerged from the Qingluan Imperial Dynasty, having reached the Mahayana Heavenly Venerate realm.

Leading the Qingluan Imperial Dynasty's armies, he campaigned in all directions.

He seemed to have the intention of unifying the Eastern Wasteland.

This alarmed the Nanli Divine Ruins, one of the Ten Great Immortal Sects closest to the Qingluan Imperial Dynasty.

The Ruins Master of the Nanli Divine Ruins led three Heavenly Venerates into action, intending to kill the Retired Emperor of the Qingluan Imperial Dynasty.

To everyone's surprise, the Retired Emperor of the Qingluan Imperial Dynasty gathered the strength of the dynasty's various legions and repelled the four Heavenly Venerates in one fell swoop; his momentum was now unstoppable.

The four thousand five hundredth year.

Western Border Demon Domain.

The True Saint Ancient Dynasty's army crushed the Alliance of the five great Yao clans.

A Tribulation Passing Heavenly Venerate who had severed his own cultivation intervened but was defeated.

The five supreme Old Ancestors of the Yao clans briefly awakened from their slumber.

They were defeated in a single strike by the legendary True Saint Great Emperor.

The current Golden Crow Demon Emperor, whose cultivation had plummeted, was nowhere to be found.

The four supreme Old Ancestors—True Dragon, Black Phoenix, Qilin, and Kunpeng—fled with heavy injuries.

The Western Border Demon Domain was utterly broken and fell into the hands of the True Saint Ancient Dynasty.

Some of the surviving Yao Race fled to the Eastern Wasteland, while others fled to the Southern Region.

The four thousand seven hundredth year.

The True Saint Ancient Dynasty moved south, invading the Southern Region.

At this time.

Although the Spirit Race of the Southern Region, led by the Stone Heart Spirit Race, formed an Alliance and sent people to seek help from the various Immortal Sects of the Eastern Wasteland.

The momentum of the True Saint Ancient Dynasty was already unstoppable.

The True Saint Ancient Dynasty split its forces into two routes, cutting off the reinforcements from the Eastern Wasteland's Immortal Sects and launching a counter-offensive into the Eastern Wasteland, with the army entering its borders.

The four thousand nine hundredth year.

The Qingluan Imperial Dynasty and the Heavenly Saint Sect collaborated with the True Saint Ancient Dynasty from within and without, crushing the allied forces of the various Immortal Sects.

The various Cultivators of the Eastern Wasteland fled into the Chaotic Sea.

In the same year.

The Spirit Race of the Southern Region was defeated.

By this point.

The surviving Cultivators of the Eastern Wasteland, Western Border, and Southern Region retreated to defend the Chaotic Sea.

They used the power of two Immortal Artifacts to briefly deter the True Saint Ancient Dynasty's army.

The five thousandth year.

The True Saint Ancient Dynasty's army surrounded the Chaotic Sea.

Furthermore, they seemed to be waiting for something.

Outside the Chaotic Sea.

Countless Cultivators of the True Saint Ancient Dynasty looked with fanatical gazes toward an altar emerging from the Void Realm.

The Eight Great Divine Generals and the Four Great National Preceptors surrounded the altar.

"Soldiers, contribute your strength and help the Great Emperor fully awaken!"

The First National Preceptor, Hua Jiwu, suddenly looked down at the countless soldiers of the Ancient Dynasty.

"Great Emperor!"

"Great Emperor!"

"..."

Cry after cry, capable of shaking the firmament and the Universe, resounded through the sky.

As these voices shouted, strands of Qi continuously linked among these soldiers, and then the Qi connected to the eight Divine Generals and the four National Preceptors.

Twelve figures above the Heavenly Venerate realm reached out together, linking their own Qi with the altar.

Boom!

The altar vibrated, and the world shook.

"Break!"

A roar erupted from within the altar.

In the next instant.

Boom!

The altar exploded.

A monstrous beast, pitch-black as ink, with a sheep-like body, a human face, eyes under its armpits, tiger teeth, and human claws, broke free from the seal within the altar.

"We respectfully welcome the Great Emperor!"

Upon seeing this strange giant beast.

One by one, the Cultivators of the True Saint Ancient Dynasty knelt down.

The Aura on their bodies was exactly the same as that of the giant beast.

"I... finally... finally..."

"Creation True Immortal, once I have devoured these final resources, I shall break through the barriers of the Immortal Realm and defy the heavens to slay the immortals!"

The human-faced, sheep-bodied beast looked up at the sky, its voice sounding like a baby's cry, yet it made one's skin crawl.

"That is... the ancient calamity, the Taotie!"

"No wonder... no wonder..."

In the Chaotic Sea, on Gui Zhou Island, the Sect Master of the Fahua Holy Sect lost his composure as he looked at the giant human-faced, sheep-bodied beast outside the light of the precious bead.

No wonder wherever the True Saint Ancient Dynasty's army passed, not a blade of grass remained, the spiritual essence vanished, and the land turned into a forbidden zone.

No wonder the various Tribulation Passing Heavenly Venerates could only sever their own cultivation and fall into slumber to protect themselves.

Yet the four National Preceptors, who were clearly in the Tribulation Passing realm, did not need to do so and could still exert their normal strength.

"The ancient calamity Taotie devours all living things of heaven and earth, only consuming and never releasing; wherever it passes, only a wasteland remains."

The Fahua Sect Master muttered to himself, lost in thought.

He had only seen a line or two of related records in the Sect's Legacy archives.

The ancient calamity Taotie had appeared a long time ago.

It devoured the heavens and the earth.

Rumor has it that an entire world was once swallowed by this ancient calamity Taotie.

It used the living beings of heaven and earth to nourish itself.

Only in this way was it possible to maintain its own strength.

The True Saint Demonic Technique practiced by the soldiers of the True Saint Ancient Dynasty was likely created by that Taotie based on its own innate talent.

Various thoughts flashed through the mind of the Fahua Holy Sect Master.

"Taotie..."

"Stele Ancestor, Bead Ancestor."

"Can you block it?"

Zhou Leren felt that overwhelming Aura and looked toward the two young boys in front of him.

The remaining Heavenly Venerates from various Immortal Sects and Holy Lands, including the Sect Master of the Fahua Holy Sect, also looked toward the two boys upon hearing this.

At this critical moment of life and death, Zhou Leren, following Zhou Liyue's last wishes, finally awakened the spirits of the two Immortal Artifacts.

"If the Master were to drive us..."

"If the Master were here, there would be no need for us to act."

The Stele Spirit was about to say something when it was interrupted by the Pearl Spirit.

"Little Le Ren, is the Kindling Plan ready?"

After interrupting the Stele Spirit, the Pearl Spirit said no more, but the meaning was already very clear.

The Pearl Spirit's voice echoed in Zhou Leren's mind.

The Kindling Plan involved selecting young Disciples from the clan and sending them separately into various Small Worlds to preserve the Zhou Family Bloodline.

Zhou Leren nodded with a heavy expression.

"Everyone, let us fight a desperate battle."

Receiving Zhou Leren's reply, the Pearl Spirit's small face turned cold.

The precious bead's light blossomed.

At the same time.

Outside the Chaotic Sea, the Taotie transformed into a human form, holding a pitch-black giant axe, and stepped into the high sky.

"Let me see just how hard this turtle shell of yours is!"

The True Saint Great Emperor grinned coldly, and the pitch-black giant axe in his hand suddenly fell, the axe light sweeping across heaven and earth.

Boom!

It struck the precious light enveloping the Chaotic Sea.

The precious bead and the divine stele trembled.

Boom!

The second axe.

The third axe.

The fourth axe.

The fifth axe!

Boom!

The precious light shattered.

"My children, devour this place!"

After breaking the precious light with five axes, the True Saint Great Emperor's expression was somewhat unsightly.

Even Immortal Artifacts that had declined so much and were not driven by a Master took him five axe strikes to break.

It seemed that a single Chaofeng Ancient Realm was not enough; he wanted to devour the myriad realms of the heavens.

Then, he would lead his dynasty to invade the Immortal Realm.

"The Chaofeng Ancient Realm is finished."

As the precious light was broken, a thought flashed through the mind of the Fahua Holy Sect Master.

Even the Immortal Artifacts left behind by that Old Ancestor could not stop this Taotie.

There was no hope left for the Chaofeng Ancient Realm.

"Kill!"

The roars shook the heavens.

The True Saint Ancient Dynasty's army invaded the Chaotic Sea.

They clashed with the remaining forces of the Chaofeng Ancient Realm.

The surviving Cultivators were no match and fell one after another.

The army closed in on Gui Zhou Island at the center of the Chaotic Sea.

"Ancestor Heavenly Sword is trapped, Ancestor Purple Cloud is trapped, the Legendary Dao Lord has lost contact while providing reinforcements..."

One piece of news after another kept reaching Gui Zhou Island.

The Qingyang Zhou Clan Disciples stationed on the island felt despair in their hearts.

They watched helplessly as the True Saint Great Emperor, though under siege, still approached step by step.

A feeling of despair was spreading.

Some Zhou Family Disciples began to pray.

"Unworthy descendant Zhou Weiran implores the Old Ancestor to manifest..."

"Unworthy descendant Zhou..."

"Unworthy descendant..."

Disciples with low cultivation who could only stay on the island prayed continuously.

They prayed that the True Immortal Old Ancestor, who according to the clan records had protected the Family all the way to this point, would manifest and repel the powerful enemy.

Within Gui Zhou Island, the voices grew louder and louder, beginning to spread toward the four seas.

"Ignorant!"

The True Saint Great Emperor, who had sent that dimmed precious bead flying with an axe strike, spoke in a disdainful tone upon hearing these voices.

The path to Ascension had long been severed.

Even if that Mo Xuan possessed heaven-reaching strength, there was nothing he could do.

"Little Le Ren, I am going to die."

The voice of the Pearl Spirit came from the dimmed precious bead. Zhou Leren was covered in blood, watching powerlessly as the precious bead that had been protecting him fell into the hands of that pitch-black figure.

Holding the precious bead, the True Saint Great Emperor arrived outside Gui Zhou Island and looked toward the clan-guarding divine stele on the mountain peak.

What attracted him here were these two Immortal Artifacts.

After devouring these two Immortal Artifacts, his strength will surely advance another step.

"Unfilial descendant..."

Cries of prayer drifted through the air.

The True Saint Great Emperor slowly raised the giant axe in his hand.

He was about to strike down.

With this axe strike, Gui Zhou Island would surely be reduced to dust and vanish into thin air.

"Unfilial descendant..."

Just then.

Immortal Realm, the summit of the World Tree.

Invisible calls seemed to drift over from the distant void.

"Someone is calling me..."

"Who am I..."

"I am..."

"I am."

"I am, Mo Xuan!"

The Black Giant Serpent, silent for five thousand years, seemed to stir.

Within the chaotic white light, a wisp of thought slowly became clear.

As this thought clarified, the chaotic white light began to expand.

In an instant, it covered the entire Immortal Realm.

The white light split in two; the clear rose, and the turbid sank.

Above the Thirty-Three Heavens, within the Immortal Palace.

A slight smile appeared in Yi's eyes.

"I have won."

Yi spoke, unsure of whom he was addressing.

The next moment.

The white light swept in.

Yi disappeared within the white light.

Along with Yi, an unknown, invisible existence seemed to disappear as well.

Illuminated by the white light, heaven and earth in the Immortal Realm were suddenly renewed.

A new heaven replaced the old.

Rain began to fall.

Moistening the parched wasteland.

New sprouts grew from the wasteland, carrying a faint Spiritual Qi.

The white light swept across the Immortal Realm and spread toward the Lower Realm.

The summit of Tiandu Peak.

The withered World Tree grew a new branch.

The Black Giant Serpent coiled at the top of the World Tree slowly opened its eyes.

"Hmm?"

Chaofeng Ancient Realm.

The True Saint Great Emperor, about to strike with his axe, froze.

White light shone upon the world.

In the white light, a pair of eyes seemed to look down at him from the endless heights.

He felt himself disappearing.

He felt the myriad souls he had refined over endless years returning to heaven and earth.

He died.

The Cultivation Technique he created linked all the soldiers of the True Saint Ancient Dynasty.

Thus, he died along with the army of the True Saint Ancient Dynasty.

He could not imagine that the ancient dynasty's army, which had devoured the spiritual essence of four great realms, and his invincible self could not withstand a single glance from those eyes.

"The Old Ancestor has manifested..."

"The Old Ancestor has truly manifested..."

Inside Gui Zhou Island, Zhou Weiran muttered to himself.

Immortal Realm.

Mo Xuan slithered upward from the top of the revitalized World Tree.

He was the Dominator of this newly born heaven and earth.

He was not just an immortal.

He was also the Dominator.

The Dominator of Myriad Daos.

"Where is the Heavenly Venerate of the Thunder Department?"

Mo Xuan whispered; he had remembered everything.

Boom!

Thunder roared.

The Law of Thunder descended.

A figure slowly emerged in the void.

He Run's eyes were dazed; had he not died in battle in the Chaotic Sea? How could this be?

The next moment, the Law of Thunder enveloped him.

Countless memories flooded back.

A moment later, He Run bowed toward the Dominator atop the World Tree.

"He Run pays respects to the Immortal Emperor, respects to the Dominator!"

Mo Xuan nodded and spoke again: "Where are the Heavenly Venerates of the Wind Department, Earth Department, Plague Department, Battle Department, and Wealth Department?"

Figures emerged one after another above the Thirty-Three Heavens.

Immortal Feng Ling's Disciple Feng Yao, the shamaness Wu Wu of the Shamanic Earth Tribe from the Thick Earth Small World, the Dao Lord of Plague, the Dao Lord of Battling Heaven, and Zhou Huiyang of the Qingyang Zhou Clan appeared.

"We pay our respects to the Immortal Emperor, respects to the Dominator!"

As the Laws enveloped them, they escaped Reincarnation, and their memories surfaced; the Heavenly Venerates of the Five Departments saluted together.

"Thunder Duke and Lightning Mother, the immortals of various departments..."

As Mo Xuan continued to call out names.

The True Immortals he had personally sent into Reincarnation years ago returned once more.

The moment Zhao Zhao and Qi Yunxian saw their Master He Run, they were first delighted; as memories flooded in, their joy grew even greater. After paying their respects, they moved to He Run's side.

They were originally Cultivators guided by the Heavenly Venerate of the Immortal Court's Thunder Department before they attained immortality. After ascending, they joined the Thunder Department and became the most renowned Thunder Duke and Lightning Mother.

Dozens of True Immortals returned.

"Everyone, go and lead the revival of the Immortal Dao."

Mo Xuan looked at the immortals and spoke slowly.

"By the Dominator's command!"

The True Immortals took their orders, manifesting in thousands of forms to walk the Immortal Realm, upon Purvavideha, Southern Jambudvipa, Aparagodaniya, and Uttarakuru.

An immortal Incarnation calling himself Laozi enlightened myriad beings and bestowed the Immortal Dao, being honored as the Dao Ancestor.

An immortal established a lineage, opening the Sect's gates wide to all without discrimination.

An immortal had extremely high requirements, accepting only those of the Human Race with extraordinary innate talent.

And so on, too many to list.

After the immortals departed.

Mo Xuan's gaze turned toward the distance, as if he saw something.

A moment later, with a thought from Mo Xuan.

A total of one hundred and eight clay statues with human heads and snake bodies appeared from the void.

"In the name of the Dominator, I establish a race called the Fuxi, who shall observe the myriad realms and monitor the heavens."

Mo Xuan spoke with divine authority.

His voice contained a profound and mysterious power.

As his voice fell, the one hundred and eight clay statues shed their stone bodies and transformed into flesh-and-blood beings.

"The Fuxi pay respects to the Dominator!"

The one hundred and eight Fuxi bowed.

"Go, and awaken me every thousand years."

Having spoken, Mo Xuan's figure descended onto the World Tree once more.

In the unseen, he had glimpsed something that needed confirmation.

The Fuxi dispersed.

Thereafter.

The Heaven And Earth Spiritual Essence revived and became increasingly prosperous.

The Immortal Dao flourished once again.

Of the four great realms of the Chaofeng Ancient Realm, only the Qingyang Zhou Clan of the Chaotic Sea remained the most intact.

The Qingyang Zhou Clan dispatched their Disciples into the world.

Passing down the methods of cultivation.

They were honored by later Cultivators of the Ancient Realm as the number one immortal clan of the Ancient Realm.

In the blink of an eye.

Six thousand years later.

Immortal Realm, Southern Jambudvipa, the summit of the Mountain Sea Realm.

A purple figure appeared, bathed in immortal light.

"Fellow Daoist Zixiao."

A voice reached Zhou Xiutong's ears; as the immortal light dissipated, she saw a being with a human head and snake body looking at her with a smile.

"This Fellow Daoist, you are?"

Zhou Xiutong was secretly on guard; she was now a True Immortal, yet she still could not see through the person before her, who seemed to have no cultivation at all.

Moreover, this person actually knew her name.

"I am a Fuxi of the Fuxi race, named Yin."

"Fellow Daoist Zixiao, the Dominator has commanded that you accept the position of Heavenly Venerate of the Punishment Department in the Immortal Court."

Yin folded his arms across his chest and said with a smile.

Dominator, Immortal Court, Heavenly Venerate of the Punishment Department... "Fellow Daoist Yin, may I ask who the Dominator is?"

Zhou Xiutong was somewhat puzzled.

"The Dominator resides at the summit of Tiandu Peak, atop the World Tree; he is the Dominator of Myriad Daos."

"You know him."

Yin said, adding another sentence.

"The Old Ancestor!"

Something occurred to Zhou Xiutong, and she understood.

"Hehe, when Big Brother ascends, it will surely give him a fright."

Zhou Xiutong muttered to herself; she had ascended to immortality one step ahead of Zhou Xiuyuan.

Thinking of the scene when the ice-cold Zhou Xiuyuan would see her again, Zhou Xiutong laughed in her heart.

"Fellow Daoist Zixiao, come with me to pay respects to the Dominator."

Yin led the way, taking Zhou Xiutong toward Tiandu Peak.

Meanwhile.

At the summit of Tiandu Peak, atop the World Tree.

The Fuxi were reporting the situation of the Immortal Realm's celestial phenomena, the myriad worlds, and the heavens over the past thousand years.

After a long while.

Mo Xuan slowly raised his head and looked beyond the heavens.

For six thousand years, the changes in the Immortal Realm and the myriad worlds had woven into threads in his eyes.

The threads slowly connected.

Transforming into a distorted figure.

This figure seemed like a higher-dimensional being.

It could not be directly observed.

Only at the moment he became the Dominator did he sense some clues.

After another six thousand years of observation.

He finally saw it.

He saw that the distorted figure seemed to be sitting, hands outstretched, continuously tapping on something.

As the hands tapped, the pulse of change in the Immortal Realm and the myriad worlds seemed to be pulled by those hands.

He inexplicably felt that the distorted figure somewhat resembled Elder Beihai.

"Are you the one controlling the fate of the myriad worlds in the heavens?"

Mo Xuan muttered to himself.

However, since he had seen it, the fate of the Immortal Realm and even the beings of the outer heavens would be different from now on.

"Today, I shall sever the shackles; the Immortal Realm and the myriad worlds shall no longer be bound."

A voice like a divine decree instantly resounded through the myriad worlds of the heavens.

The beings of the heavens looked up.

Crack—

It seemed that invisible threads had snapped.

As Mo Xuan's voice fell.

The movement of the hands beyond the heavens, which had been tapping on something, came to an abrupt halt.

(The End)