520: Thousand Years of Bloody War

Atop the altar, Starfall Ancestor’s robes had transformed into flowing molten gold.

He held a pulsating, undying spark in his hands, and ancient, obscure incantations echoed throughout the Universe:

“Jin Luo – He! Yan Jia Fen Yao!”

(Lord of Golden Flames! Sacred Fire Purification!)

Wherever the sound waves passed, space twisted and shattered.

Hundreds of billions of Golden Flame beings simultaneously raised their bone blades, etched with flame patterns, and unhesitatingly cut open their palms.

“Chii—”

Dark golden blood waterfalls shot into the sky!

That was no ordinary blood, but Origin essence blood refined to its extreme.

Billions of blood-rainbows pierced through heaven and earth, surging into the central light cocoon like a waterfall flowing backward.

The golden nest immediately erupted with blinding auroras, and the outline of the figure within the cocoon became increasingly clear—it was a Flame God-Demon with six wings and eight arms!

All beings prostrated themselves, their roars shattering the clouds:

“Jia – Tuo Mi Nie! Heli – Ang!”

(Burn the Myriad Heavens! Welcome Our Lord!)

With the infusion of billions of blood-rainbows, the tens of thousands of feet tall Flame God-Demon finally fully awakened!

“Dong—Dong—Dong!”

Heartbeats like ancient war drums reverberated through the Chaos, each pulsation causing the Void Realm to collapse.

Centered on Fallen Star Ancient City, the Chaos Qi within ten thousand light-years was instantly vaporized, and the Myriad Daos Laws of the Myriad Heavens melted away like ice and snow, leaving only endless Golden Flames burning in all directions, transforming this region into a pure Fire Kingdom!

“Boom—”

A terrifying Dao-thought, transcending the Dao Ancestor level, suddenly erupted, sweeping across the endless Star Domain like a destructive tide.

The Human Race powerhouses hidden in the Void Realm simultaneously groaned, blood spilling from their lips; their hiding places were nowhere to be found before such an existence!

“Hmm?”

The being within the light cocoon suddenly turned its head, six pairs of fiery eyes piercing through time and space, looking directly at a certain part of the Void Realm.

There, the array patterns of several Human Race Dao Ancestors were shattering.

“Damned Human Race ants!”

A furious roar stirred up world-burning fire waves.

“Om—”

The Chaos trembled, and the Void Realm cracked open!

Thirteen figures, like scorching suns, stepped through the starry sky, each step causing the Laws of the Myriad Heavens to wail.

The leader, clad in golden armor that illuminated the world, wielded a Fangtian Huaji (halberd) wreathed in the sharpness of creation, none other than Ying Wuzhan, who had once led Xu Qing to meet Earth Sovereign!

At this moment, he showed no trace of restraint, his aura as deep as an abyss, as terrifying as a prison, actually several times more formidable than any Dao Ancestor Xu Qing had ever seen!

“Boom!”

Thousands of Human Race Half-Ancestors appeared simultaneously, instantly forming the Great Zhou Tian Star Dou Formation.

The moment the array patterns lit up, the Chaos Sea within tens of thousands of light-years was directly split into independent battlefields, and even the River of Time was temporarily cut off!

Ying Wuzhan’s halberd tip pointed directly at the golden nest, his voice bone-chilling: “Lord of Golden Flames, over six thousand eras have passed, and we meet again.”

The light cocoon exploded with a roar!

The six-winged, eight-armed Flame God-Demon fully manifested, eight hands simultaneously grasping the Void Realm, actually crushing the entire Star Domain into a melting pot.

He looked down at Ying Wuzhan, his eyes burning with Golden Flames that transformed into towering rage: “Ying Wuzhan! I didn’t expect you to reach this step!”

“But you are not yet qualified to speak to this Venerable One!”

“Hahaha!” Ying Wuzhan suddenly laughed heartily, the halberd blade gleaming with a cold light that could bury Myriad Worlds, “If your true body were here, I would indeed retreat three steps.”

“But today, it is merely a Puppet body occupied by one of your Clones—”

“What do I have to fear?!”

“You! Deserve! To! Die!”

The Lord of Golden Flames roared in fury, its six pairs of fiery wings fully spread.

In an instant, the Chaos Sea within tens of thousands of light-years boiled and evaporated, and countless Major Thousand Worlds turned to ashes in the aftermath!

“Boom—”

With just a raise of hand from the Lord of Golden Flames, one of its eight arms reached out.

Wherever the arm passed, stars turned into molten rock, and space-time twisted and disintegrated; all things returned to the Void Realm, a true power of world destruction!

“Zhou Tian Star Dou, rise!”

A white-haired Dao Ancestor’s hair stood on end, a Starry Sky Banner in his hand erupting with dazzling auroras.

Twelve Dao Ancestors of the Third Step and above simultaneously formed hand seals, with nine different illusory Starry Sky Universes appearing behind them; thousands of Half-Ancestors chanted in unison, and a brilliant pillar of starlight shot out from above each of their heads.

“Om—”

The entire Chaos Sea suddenly darkened.

Innumerable ancient stars emerged from the nothingness; these stars were not physical entities, but Star Origin Dao Marks imprinted in the Chaos since the Primordial Era!

At this moment, all the star marks converged frantically, forming a giant fist of starlight that overshadowed the galaxy at the core of the formation.

On the fist’s front flowed:

The left half of the fist was engraved with the true forms of the Four Symbols: Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise.

The right half of the fist was wreathed in the Dao Laws of creation, earth-splitting, sea-calming, and mountain- trấn áp (suppressing the eight directions).

At the knuckles, Innate Dao runes burned—that was the Star Origin Power accumulated by the Human Race over a hundred eras!

“Dong!!!”

The moment the giant starlight fist collided with the fiery arm, the Chaos within ten thousand light-years instantly fell into an eerie silence.

The next instant—

“Crack!”

An indescribable shockwave exploded in a spherical shape!

Hundreds of floating fragments of Chaos continents instantly vaporized, and countless Major Thousand Worlds that happened to drift there were annihilated into nothingness before they could even let out a wail.

Even Fallen Star Ancient City, beneath the feet of the Lord of Golden Flames, was utterly destroyed.

Even the warring parties had to temporarily avoid the brunt of the impact, and the weaker Half-Ancestors were directly shaken to the point of spitting Dao blood.

When the dust settled slightly, the giant starlight fist had already dissipated, and the fiery arm was covered in spiderweb-like cracks, with Golden Flames dripping from it, burning through countless dimensions.

The Lord of Golden Flames grunted and withdrew its arm, a hint of solemnity appearing in its eyes for the first time.

“What a Human Race Zhou Tian Formation.”

Golden Flames flowed over its wound, slowly healing.

“Fight!”

Ying Wuzhan’s Fangtian Huaji in his hand unleashed a sharpness that pierced through ancient and modern times, splitting the world-burning fire waves with one strike.

Beside him, three figures piercing through the River of Time appeared simultaneously—

His Past Body held a bronze war spear, the spear tip dripping with the blood of enemies from the previous era;

His Future Body held a Chaos Primordial Furnace, countless possible branches of fate burning within the furnace;

His Present Body wore a Dao Seal at his waist, surrounded by the most brilliant Dao Laws of the current era!

“Hua la la—”

The Past Body wielded the war spear, and the stars of Myriad Worlds transformed into sky-imprisoning chains, each link imprinted with Innate Dao runes such as “Suppress,” “Seal,” and “Forbidden.”

“Booming—”

The Future Body struck the Primordial Furnace, and the Yin and Yang Qi condensed into a Saint-slaying guillotine, its blade reflecting future fragments of the Lord of Golden Flames being slain.

“Zheng zheng zheng—”

The Present Body formed hand seals to activate the Zhou Tian Star Dou, and the Four Sacred Beasts and the Nine Nether Yellow Springs simultaneously manifested!

“Boom boom boom!”

The Great Zhou Tian Star Dou Formation operated frantically, and countless meteors burning with Chaos fire rained down.

Each meteor that struck the Lord of Golden Flames exploded into a star-flame that annihilated the Myriad Daos!

The Lord of Golden Flames’ six wings spread wide in fury, and its eight arms formed world-burning seals.

“Ants!” His roar echoed through the Chaos Sea, “This Venerable One will show you what a Half-Step to the Other Shore is!”

“Dong!”

One fiery arm suddenly self-destructed, transforming into a Golden Flame storm that swept across tens of thousands of light-years.

Ying Wuzhan’s Past Body was too slow to dodge and was instantly struck!

“Puff—”

The Past Body spat out golden blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

But he actually grinned, formed a hand seal, and unleashed a terrifying strike with his war spear, charging directly towards the Lord of Golden Flames!

“Boom!!!”

This strike blasted a Void Realm hole with a diameter of ten thousand light-years in the Chaos Sea, and two of the Lord of Golden Flames’ arms were severed at the root!

This battle lasted a thousand years.

A thousand years of bloody battle, and the stars changed!

When Ying Wuzhan’s Present Body had its head crushed by the Lord of Golden Flames, his Future Body finally seized an opening, and the Fangtian Huaji, imbued with the power of the Three-Life Dao Fruit, fiercely pierced the opponent’s glabella!

“Crack!”

The sound of the light cocoon completely shattering echoed throughout the Myriad Heavens.

The fiery body of the Lord of Golden Flames began to collapse, but before disintegrating, He actually laughed wildly and tore open a spatial rift: “Human Race… wait until my true body descends…”

Ying Wuzhan’s three bodies disappeared, and he stumbled out of the Void Realm.

He was also severely wounded in this battle, but he stared intently at the dissipating fire shadow: “Within a hundred eras… you won’t even dream of recovering…”