241: Chapter 241 The Goddess Runs Away! The Collapse of the Heavenly God Ancestor!

Buzz—!

Accompanied by a violent spatial fluctuation, the Heavenly God Old Ancestor returned to the God Race territory—the Pure Land of the Gods—from the Venerable Great Illusionary Realm, looking as wretched as a stray dog.

His majestic face was twisted and pale, and his chest heaved violently due to extreme anger.

"I was careless! Truly careless!"

The Heavenly God Old Ancestor clenched his fists tightly, his heart filled with endless regret.

"The moment I came out of seclusion, I should have directly crushed that little Human Race brat to death, regardless of the cost!"

He admitted he had underestimated Su Feng and the terrifying nature of the Human Race's Luck recovery.

But he never could have imagined how a race that was less than ants a hundred thousand years ago could, in just a few short decades, not only produce so many monstrous prodigies capable of contending with the myriad races but even give birth to a monster who understood nine Great Dao Origins—a monster even the Saints would favor!

The Heavenly God Old Ancestor took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the Immortal Force in his body that had become disordered after being gazed upon by the Double Pupils.

He slowly shifted his gaze to the Twelve-Winged Goddess, Jialuo, who had remained silent by his side.

The Heavenly God Old Ancestor remained silent for a long time.

He knew that the God Race had truly reached a moment of life and death.

Su Feng's gaze on the stage made it clear that he intended to completely exterminate the God Race and forcibly seize this Twelve-Winged Goddess, who carried the hope of the God Race's revival!

"Jialuo."

The Heavenly God Old Ancestor's voice became hoarse and heavy.

He gritted his teeth and finally, with great reluctance, solemnly pulled out an ancient feather emitting a holy radiance from his storage space.

"This thing... you take it!"

"This is?!"

The usually unflappable Jialuo finally felt a tremor in her pure golden eyes when she sensed the aura emanating from that feather, her expression instantly becoming incredibly solemn.

The power of Holy Light within this feather was not only incredibly pure, but its quality was several Ranks higher than her own.

She had heard of this supreme sacred relic in the secret records of the God Race, but it had always served as the core foundation of the God Race, passed down and personally guarded by the strongest of each generation.

"This is a life-saving charm left to our people by the Great Emperor of the Feather Race, who once shook the starry skies hundreds of millions of years ago, before he shattered the Void Realm!"

The Heavenly God Old Ancestor looked at the feather, a complex mix of emotions flashing through his eyes, which finally turned into a deep sigh.

"I have lived for a hundred thousand years and considered myself invincible under heaven, so I never thought that one day my God Race, the leader of the myriad races, would be forced to the point of using this trump card."

The Heavenly God Old Ancestor solemnly placed the Holy Light feather into Jialuo's hand and instructed her earnestly.

"Jialuo, you are the only hope for our God Race's revival. Your twelve-winged talent cannot be destroyed at the hands of a lowly human, nor can you become his Dual Cultivation furnace!"

"I am going to buy some time. I will immediately issue the Highest Divine Decree to notify all God Race armies and subordinate races stationed abroad to abandon their territories in the other twenty Upper Realms and retreat to the Pure Land of the Gods!"

A flash of frantic determination appeared in the Heavenly God Old Ancestor's eyes.

"I want them to block the Human Race's spearhead at any cost! Even if they fight to the last person, they must buy enough time for me!"

"My Fusion progress for the nine Great Dao Origins is only one final step away! If I haven't completed the Fusion and rashly enter the Tianxuan Creation Pool to force my way into becoming a Saint, it would be certain death! But now... I have no way out!"

The Heavenly God Old Ancestor looked at Jialuo as if giving his last will and testament.

"If... if I fail and perish in the Creation Pool, or if the God Race armies cannot stop Su Feng's attack, and that human tries to seize you..."

"You must immediately crush this Emperor's Feather!"

"At that time, the laws contained within this feather will ignore all space-time seals and instantly transport you to the core territory of the Feather Race in the Major Thousand Worlds!"

"With your peerless twelve-winged Aptitude, as long as you reach the Major Thousand Worlds, achieving the Great Emperor status in the future is not impossible! When that time comes, return and seek revenge for my God Race!"

Listening to the Heavenly God Old Ancestor's tragic and heroic exhortation,

Jialuo's holy and flawless face took on a solemn expression.

Her pure golden eyes took a deep look at the Heavenly God Old Ancestor, and she nodded seriously.

"I understand the Old Ancestor's painstaking efforts."

The words had just left her mouth.

Under the gratified gaze of the Heavenly God Old Ancestor,

Jialuo did not hesitate for a moment. She directly raised her perfect jade hand and with a 'crack'...

She decisively crushed the Emperor's life-saving feather—the symbol of the God Race's last hope—right then and there!

Buzz—!!!

An Emperor-level Holy Light that surpassed the understanding of the Three Thousand Upper Realms' Heavenly Dao instantly erupted from the broken feather!

This terrifying teleportation force forcibly tore open a space-time channel leading to the depths of the endless starry sky from within the absolute defense array of the Pure Land of the Gods!

"Jialuo!!! You?!?"

The Heavenly God Old Ancestor's face, which had still carried a hint of gratification and tragic heroism, instantly froze completely.

It was as if someone had grabbed him by the throat; he stood there bewildered in the wind, his brain completely stalled!

Wait...

What the hell is going on?!

I just told you that this is the God Race's final life-saving trump card!

This is a life-saving Divine Artifact passed down through countless eons, which the Old Ancestors of past generations would rather die in battle than use!

I told you to use it when the God Race armies are all dead, or when I fail to become a Saint and that freak named Su Feng charges in front of you to strip your clothes!

You... right now... Su Feng's shadow hasn't even appeared yet, and I haven't even entered the Tianxuan Creation Pool...

And you just used it?!

You didn't even hesitate for a single second?!

Just how little faith do you have in me as your Old Ancestor? How much do you think our God Race can't stop that human?!

Under the Heavenly God Old Ancestor's broken gaze, as he nearly vomited blood from rage,

The terrifying attraction force from the Major Thousand Worlds instantly enveloped Jialuo's holy body.

Bathed in the brilliant Emperor's Holy Light, Jialuo's body began to slowly rise, flying toward the space-time channel.

She looked down at the Heavenly God Old Ancestor below, who was trembling with rage.

On that exquisite face, there was still no trace of Mortal emotion, nor any lingering attachment to this land that had raised her.

All that remained was a kind of absolute rationality unique to divinity.

"Old Ancestor, please rest assured."

Jialuo's ethereal voice echoed calmly in the Heavenly God Old Ancestor's ears before the Holy Light channel closed.

"To fight when defeat is certain is the folly of Mortals. The power of laws on that human named Su Feng is a hundred times more terrifying than you imagine. You cannot stop him."

"I am the first member of the God Race in hundreds of millions of years, besides the Feather Emperor, to comprehend the Great Dao of Light. I absolutely cannot let this peerless talent be destroyed here, becoming a plaything for a human."

"I will reach the Major Thousand Worlds alive. I will certainly achieve the status of Great Emperor and live up to your high expectations!"

After delivering these parting words of 'every man for himself when disaster strikes,'

Jialuo showed no lingering attachment as her figure slowly dissipated within the brilliant pillar of light, completely leaving this territory that was about to turn into a purgatory.

"I... Holy shit!!!"

Looking at the completely closed space-time channel,

The Heavenly God Old Ancestor's majestic face turned purplish-black, and he finally couldn't help but let out a coarse, undignified curse.

He had refrained from using that feather even if he died, just to preserve the spark of the God Race's revival!

In the end, this Twelve-Winged Goddess he had placed his hopes on ran faster than a rabbit, without even the patience for a symbolic resistance or to wait for him to finish this last battle!

Pfft—!

Between the extreme rage and frustration, and the desolation of being heartlessly abandoned by his junior,

The Heavenly God Old Ancestor could no longer suppress it. He suddenly spat out a large mouthful of golden god-blood, and the man seemed to age a hundred thousand years in an instant.

"Su Feng... it's all because of you!!!"

The Heavenly God Old Ancestor wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes bloodshot like a beast in complete madness, as he let out a shrill roar toward the sky.

"Issue my Highest Divine Decree!!!"

"Starting now, toll the Death Knell of the Gods! Summon all God Race armies fighting abroad, and awaken all the sleeping Elders in the Forbidden Ground! Activate the God Race Myriad Realms Absolute Killing Array!"

"I will enter the Tianxuan Creation Pool in a few days! Once I return, I will definitely grind that human brat's bones to ashes!!!"