402: Chapter 393 The Sixth Incarnation: Heavenly Venerable (Chapter 81)

The "silencing" of the Dao Lord of Destruction was like a crystal of ice dropped into a boiling pot of oil, instantly stirring up silent yet violent ripples within the Chaos of the Void Realm.

The nine Most Ancient Dao Lords' wills, which had been indifferently, mockingly, or coldly looking down upon the progress of the Blood Sacrifice of the heavens, all fluctuated at this moment. Simultaneously, they turned their gazes toward the place where the projection of Destruction had disintegrated and its Origin had returned to heaven and earth.

Within their thoughts, they clearly conveyed "astonishment," "suspicion," "solemnity," and even a hint of... "wariness."

Destruction had actually been forced into "silence" by the joint efforts of two newborn Dao Lords?

Even though they knew well that a Root Dao Lord was difficult to completely "kill," the result of a "true body" being broken, the will imprint shattered, and being forced back into the Great Dao Origin to fall into a long slumber still exceeded their expectations.

This meant that the Lord of the Human Dao and the Spirit of the Dao Treasure, who had previously only been considered troublesome, possessed power sufficient to threaten their foundations and interfere with or even suppress a Root Great Dao! This was something that had almost never happened in the endless ages of the past!

"Interesting... to actually be able to force Destruction into silence." The Dao Lord of Time's thoughts were the first to return to being as calm as an ancient well, but beneath that indifference was a cold light of rapid deduction. Destruction's exit meant one less competitor for the opportunity of "Soul Transformation," but it also meant that a more mysterious and uncontrollable variable had appeared.

"They now have the qualifications to threaten us." The Dao Lord of Death's thoughts were bone-chillingly cold as he locked onto the now-exhausted Wei An and Blade Absolute Edge, his killing intent overflowing.

However, after this brief moment of shock and assessment, what the nine Most Ancient Dao Lords' wills transmitted was not a decision to join forces and stifle the threat, but instead, they strangely fell into a period of silence.

They merely took a "look," and after confirming Destruction's silence, they no longer paid much attention.

Because for them, there was currently something far more important and urgent than investigating the backgrounds of Wei An and Blade Absolute Edge or "avenging" Destruction—the Blood Sacrifice sweeping through the heavens had reached its finale!

While Wei An and Destruction were engaged in their tragic struggle, eventually winning narrowly with the help of Xu Yuan's power, the other nine Most Ancient Dao Lords had not stopped their "great undertaking" of harvesting all spirits to complete heaven and earth.

To them, the entanglement between Destruction and Wei An was merely a minor, somewhat jarring note in a grand symphony, which did not hinder the overall situation.

"The time has come."

The Dao Lord of Time's thoughts echoed in the endless Void Realm.

"The blood food is sufficient."

The Dao Lord of Death coldly declared.

"Heaven and earth... shall return to one."

The Dao Lord of Order's words were like a final judgment.

"Let it begin, the final feast."

The nine Most Ancient Dao Lords' wills reached a cold tacit understanding at this moment.

They no longer paid attention to the lingering aftermath of the battle in the distance, and they didn't even care about the surging undercurrents of competition and calculation between one another.

All attention, all power, and all "Dao" were concentrated on that cruel-to-the-extreme Blood Sacrifice that was nearing completion!

Rumble—!!!

The myriad worlds of the heavens simultaneously emitted their final and most sorrowful wail at this moment!

All remaining stars, all worlds, and all living beings—regardless of strength, race, or good and evil—were completely "ignited" by those nine supreme powers at this instant!

Immeasurable amounts of life essence, world Origins, and fragments of Great Dao Laws flowed like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, or like being swallowed by an invisible giant mouth, madly surging toward the center of Chaos. They poured into a "furnace" jointly constructed by the nine most ancient existences, a furnace so profound and mysterious that it seemed to encompass all the Law roots of the heavens!

It was a "burning" and "sacrifice" more violent and thorough than any before!

It was the collective explosive martyrdom of the final remains of the entire old era and old epoch!

It was a silent elegy of the end, formed by the convergence of the final desperate cries of immeasurable living beings!

Wei An's remnant Soul, which was on the verge of dissipating, could even "hear" the despair and wailing that converged into a torrent from every corner of the myriad worlds and the depths of every living being's Soul in their final moments.

This wailing was so vast and heavy that it almost extinguished his already weak light of the remnant Soul.

Blade Absolute Edge's unconscious body also gave an involuntary shudder, as if sensing this all-encompassing terminal despair.

Then, there was dead silence.

An absolute dead silence that seemed as if even "existence" itself would freeze.

The myriad worlds of the heavens, those infinite worlds that were once brilliant and prosperous, nurturing countless civilizations and miracles, now only had cold, dark, and empty Chaos remaining, along with the occasional floating debris and fragments after the collapse of the Dao Realm.

All light, all heat, all breath of life, and all traces of civilization... were completely erased, turning into the purest "fuel" of Origin.

And in the center of the "furnace" jointly constructed by the nine Most Ancient Dao Lords, the immeasurable Blood Sacrifice Origins, after unimaginable compression, purification, and refinement, finally turned into a wisp of... "light" that was indescribable in words, appearing to contain all possibilities, all mysteries, and the source of all Laws of the myriad worlds.

This "light" was not dazzling; instead, it was incredibly soft, carrying a purity like the birth of all things, a harmony where all Laws were perfectly unified, and a "final" meaning that transcended all existence and concepts.

It was the ultimate result of this unprecedented Blood Sacrifice, which used the heavens as offerings and all spirits as fuel—the opportunity for "Soul Transformation"!

Or rather, it was the manifestation of the "key" and the "path" leading to that supreme Realm that transcended everything!

This wisp of "Soul Transformation" light, under the cold and greedy gaze of the nine Most Ancient Dao Lords, slowly circulated against the backdrop of the absolute silence of the myriad worlds, and finally... its form began to undergo a profound change.

It was no longer just a wisp of light; instead, as if it possessed life, it began to stretch, extend, and construct. Immeasurable light erupted from its core, but it was not a disordered scattering. Instead, following some supreme and incomprehensible rule, it built a... staircase within the Chaos of the Void Realm.

A staircase composed of pure light, yet seemingly containing all colors, all Dao Rhyme, and all possibilities of the myriad worlds!

It did not go straight up but spiraled and coiled in layers. Every step seemed to be condensed from the phantoms of countless stars, countless worlds, and countless Great Dao Laws, emitting an indescribably heavy and ancient aura.

Upon the steps, colors flowed and overflowed. At times, the birth and death of galaxies surfaced; at others, the rise and fall of civilizations were played out; and sometimes, the Origin Runes of all Root Great Daos like Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth, Time, Space, life, Death, and Illusion were manifested!

This was the path to "Soul Transformation," the manifestation of the "Dao" that transcended all existing Realms and reached the unknowable other shore!

And at the very top of this Immeasurable Heavenly Ladder, at the end where the light converged, it was not the void, nor was it a portal, but a... Throne, whose magnificence and majesty were indescribable in words!