625: Chapter 615 Imperial Tutor (15)

"Get up."

The voice did not come from outside.

It seemed to be squeezed out from deep within that ancient body, from the Origin of the Body Scripture, by some obsession that refused to admit defeat.

At the bottom of the Heaven Abyss, there was silence.

Lu Xingzhou's consciousness was about to sink into darkness.

His Supreme Body remnant Origin was almost exhausted.

His Dao Heart was covered in cracks.

Fatigue, numbness, disappointment.

He had suppressed the Heaven Abyss with his own body, yet he was misunderstood, forgotten, and blamed by the Nine Continents.

He did not want to wake up again.

If he woke up, what would he have to face?

To be treated once again as a wall taken for granted, to watch again as those around him were purged, to be pierced once again by the coldest words from those he had protected?

He was not afraid of death.

He was afraid.

Afraid that after standing up again, he would still only be treated as a tool.

Yet he could not bear to watch the Nine Continents sink into ruin, could not bear to watch those innocent people crying out and dying in the darkness.

Just as he was about to fall into complete silence, that mysterious body that had been sleeping at the bottom of the Heaven Abyss began to vibrate.

The aura of supreme perfection of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body.

The aura of supreme perfection of the Five Elements Saint Body.

And countless battle scars from the old era buried by time, at this moment, resonated with his dying remnant of the Supreme Body Origin.

The phantom of the Body Scripture slowly turned a page within his remaining consciousness.

It was not Lu Xingzhou driving it.

It was that body, this Heaven Abyss, some more ancient power, turning the page for him.

After that page lit up, the "Zhao" dao seed deep in his Sea of Consciousness, which had long been dim, also trembled slightly.

The remnants of the dao rhyme of the Nine Heavenly Books were stirred together.

Void, Life, Death, Time, Body, Treasure, Fate, Dao, Luck.

Nine rays of residual light lit up, like nine dried-up riverbeds being refilled by the source.

Deep in the Heaven Abyss, those green lotuses that had not yet completely extinguished also lit up at this moment.

One, two, three.

They no longer suppressed the Heaven Abyss, but instead converged their last trace of vitality toward Lu Xingzhou.

Lu Xingzhou's body began to reshape.

It was not resurrection.

It was rebirth.

His old remnant of the Supreme Body Origin shattered inch by inch under the washing of the Desolate Ancient and Five Elements Origin of that mysterious body.

Intense pain arrived.

But Lu Xingzhou did not struggle.

He just quietly watched his Dao collapsing and reorganizing.

The phantom of the Body Scripture became clearer and clearer behind him; it was no longer just residual light, but like a scripture truly opened.

It forcibly pressed the imprints of the three Physiques—Desolate Ancient, Five Elements, and Supreme—into one place.

Lu Xingzhou's consciousness asked itself.

Will you be a wall again?

Will you stand at the very front again for those ungrateful people?

He remembered those who cursed him.

He remembered those who betrayed him.

He remembered those who, while he suppressed the Heaven Abyss with his body, purged his former subordinates behind his back.

But he also remembered other scenes.

Himself in a dilapidated temple on a rainy night, sharing the last half of a cake with a child.

Himself in a mountain of corpses and sea of blood, carrying the last survivor out of the ruins.

He was not doing it for those ungrateful people.

He was doing it for those who would still pass half a bowl of porridge to a stranger.

He was doing it for those who, even in despair, were willing to believe in the existence of light.

Boom!

Lu Xingzhou's Dao Heart was completely reshaped at this moment.

The Body Scripture roared in response.

His Supreme Body was no longer defined by heaven and earth, no longer defined by his Bloodline.

It was redefined by his own will to protect.

The Supreme Body, Supreme.

Lu Xingzhou opened his eyes.

There was no longer anger or grievance in his eyes.

Only a deeper calmness.

He stood at the bottom of the Heaven Abyss, the black tide still surging around him, the voices wearing down his will still ringing in his ears.

"You cannot hold it."

"They will forget you."

"They will curse you."

Lu Xingzhou ignored them.

He could feel pain, he could hate, he could be disappointed.

But he could still draw his sword.

"I cannot save everyone. But while I am standing, the people behind me should not die."

He raised his hand.

The aura of the Supreme Supreme Body spread out, the Body Scripture phantom appeared behind him, and green lotuses bloomed all the way from the depths of the Heaven Abyss, forcibly pressing a path through the dark tide.

Lu Xingzhou stepped out.

The Heaven Abyss shook.

The darkness that had once bitten him was forcibly crushed three feet away from his body.

He was not escaping the Heaven Abyss.

He was charging out of the Heaven Abyss.

The Heaven Abyss could no longer stop him.

...

In a dilapidated temple, the pages of the old book in Qin Yun's hand stopped.

He raised his head and looked toward the direction of the Heaven Abyss.

That familiar aura made him silent.

It was the body of "Ye Yun".

It was the green lotus.

It was the Body Scripture.

They had all recognized Lu Xingzhou.

Qin Yun's state of mind wavered.

He was walking the path of Supreme detachment, hoping to fully comprehend the "Mortal World" through it.

Therefore, he did not want to be affected by any more Karma.

Xuan Zhao's death had caused him pain.

Lu Xingzhou being mistreated by the Nine Continents had made him cold.

He thought he could truly be a bystander.

But Lu Xingzhou had stood up after all.

After being abandoned by everyone, he had stood up.

Qin Yun's fingers gently caressed the pages of the old book.

He wanted to go and see.

But he was suppressing himself.

After a long time, he closed the book and sat back by the fire.

He still did not make a move.

Only in those eyes, which were like an ancient well without waves, there was a trace of abnormality.

...

The Dark Turmoil had completely erupted.

The Nine Continents had fallen into unprecedented chaos.

Ancient cities were swallowed by black fog, countless Cultivators were polluted and became walking corpses that only knew how to slaughter.

The Holy Lands closed their doors for self-preservation.

The Imperial Clans sealed their mountains and did not emerge.

Ancient powerhouses dared not show themselves, and all parties only thought about preserving their own Legacies.

The living beings of the Nine Continents finally realized in despair that the Cloud Immortal was gone, Xuan Zhao was dead, and Lu Xingzhou, who had once suppressed the Heaven Abyss with his body, had also been exhausted by their own hands.

Now, in the Nine Continents, there was no one left willing to stand at the very front.

Central Profound Heaven Continent, Eastern Territory.

The Supreme Beginning Divine Sect.

This number one great Sect, which had passed down its Legacy for three hundred and sixty thousand years, was currently besieged by an endless army of darkness.

The Sect Master Jiang Tinglan, a Heavenly Emperor, was already seriously injured and could only lean against a broken palace pillar, commanding the final resistance.

"Where are the reinforcements?"

an Elder asked hoarsely.

Jiang Tinglan did not answer, only looking at the Supreme Beginning Bell deep within the Sect, which was already covered in cracks, a flash of determination in her eyes.

The talismans for help had long been sent to all parties.

But the Imperial Clans received them and did not respond.

The Longevity Families received them and fell into silence.

The Ancient Sects only sent people to watch from afar.

Everyone knew the Supreme Beginning Divine Sect was about to be destroyed, but no one dared to come.

The spirit of the Supreme Beginning Bell let out a weak cry of sorrow.

"After the next toll, I will shatter."

Jiang Tinglan smiled miserably, but the last fire of determination ignited in her eyes.

"Then let it ring a little further."

She prepared to burn herself out to ring the final swan song of the Supreme Beginning Divine Sect.

The Disciples gripped their broken swords, no fear on their faces, only silent despair.

Just at this moment.

That Supreme Beginning Bell, which was about to shatter, suddenly stopped vibrating.

It was not the bell spirit holding on.

It was a hand, pressed onto the body of the bell.

That hand was very steady, carrying heavy power.

A figure appeared before the bell.

Covered in the dust of the Heaven Abyss, robes tattered, eyes calm.

It was Lu Xingzhou.

Everyone in the Supreme Beginning Divine Sect was stunned.

Jiang Tinglan looked at this strange young man, wanting to ask who he was, but only had time to ask one sentence.

"Your Excellency... why have you come here?"

Lu Xingzhou turned his head and glanced at the shivering Mortals behind the bell, and the young Disciples holding broken swords, ready to fight to the death.

He answered calmly.

"There are still people alive here."

He pressed one hand on the Supreme Beginning Bell, the Body Scripture phantom appeared behind him, and the Supreme aura of the Supreme Body poured into the bell.

That quasi-immortal artifact, which was about to shatter, had its cracks forcibly stabilized by him.

Everyone in the Supreme Beginning Divine Sect turned from despair to shock.

Lu Xingzhou stepped out of the protective formation, stood in front of the Divine Sect, and faced the endless army of darkness.

He raised his hand.

The Body Scripture opened.

The Supreme aura of the Supreme Body suppressed everything in all directions.

The Spiritual Veins of the entire Eastern Territory lit up again at this moment.

Clang!

The Supreme Beginning Bell let out a toll, clear and far-reaching, carrying the power of rebirth.

The sound of the bell spread throughout the Central Profound Heaven Continent.

Everyone who heard the bell understood one thing.

Someone had stepped forward.

No one in the Nine Continents dared to fight.

So, he walked out of the Heaven Abyss.

The Supreme Body, Supreme.

When the bell rang through the Eastern Territory, the darkness stopped.

In the dilapidated temple, Qin Yun finally stood up.

He looked in the direction of the Heaven Abyss for a long, long time.

Finally, he closed the old book and sat back by the fire.