Ancestor, Save Me

Boom!

A Martial God realm expert's heart exploded on the spot.

He lowered his head to look at the hollow hole in his chest, disbelief written all over his eyes.

The next moment, his corpse was sucked into the small coffin on Ji Wushang's abdomen.

The bone chain swept across.

Three defensive formations shattered.

The billions of eyeballs on the tattered banner opened all at once.

Black gazes swept across the crowd.

Any martial artist caught in the light began bleeding from all seven orifices, their divine souls corrupted, turning to slaughter their own sect brothers and sisters.

"Junior brother!"

"Are you insane!"

"Don't look at those eyes!"

"Seal your spiritual senses!"

Chaos erupted instantly.

Wang Hao had already piloted the Great Xia Spirit Boat out of the battlefield's periphery.

He didn't flee to somewhere out of sight.

Instead, he stopped behind a broken abyssal stone peak.

The distance was just right.

Ji Wushang wouldn't be able to catch up anytime soon.

And they could still see the battlefield.

On the spirit boat's deck, the people of Great Xia gasped for breath, survivors of a narrow escape.

Han Shanyue watched as the Central Continent experts were slaughtered by Ji Wushang in the distance, his expression complicated.

"Your Majesty."

"These people may have ill intentions, but if Ji Wushang devours too many of them, he might only grow stronger."

Wang Hao sat cross-legged, took out a pill and swallowed it, saying indifferently:

"That's why I didn't run far."

"Let them fight first."

"If they don't get hurt, they won't go all out."

"And if Ji Wushang doesn't get a taste of something sweet, he won't stay there either."

Yin Jiuyou's scalp went numb.

"Your Majesty, you've factored in both sides?"

Wang Hao closed his eyes and regulated his breathing.

"When they were watching the show, they should have known they might get dragged onto the stage."

Xue Wuhen said in a low voice:

"If the major forces of Central Continent really go all out, perhaps they can heavily injure Ji Wushang."

The Demon Lord stood at the bow, watching the distant battle.

"It's not 'perhaps.'"

"It must happen."

"Otherwise, we're all dead."

Wang Hao opened his eyes.

He looked at the battlefield in the distance—rolling black clouds, sacred artifacts soaring through the air, and the eerie domain expanding.

His gaze was deep.

"Ji Wushang is incomplete."

"He needs to devour to mend himself."

"These people of Central Continent fear death, but they fear becoming his nourishment even more."

"Once they realize they can't escape, they'll fight harder than anyone."

After saying that, he suddenly pulled a handful of melon seeds from his storage ring.

Everyone: "..."

Wang Hao cracked one open.

Crack.

The sound was crisp.

The New Emperor Sword was shocked.

"Master!"

"At a moment this serious, you're eating melon seeds?"

Wang Hao said indifferently:

"Healing requires a relaxed state of mind."

The New Emperor Sword looked at the earth-shattering battle in the distance, then back at the melon seeds in Wang Hao's hand.

"Master, can I have one?"

Wang Hao glanced at its bloated sword body.

"You can even eat?"

The New Emperor Sword fell silent.

Then it let out a burp.

"Burp."

"Then let me just sniff it."

Wang Hao's expression was blank.

"You don't have a nose."

The New Emperor Sword said indignantly:

"Master, you always insist on logic in the strangest places!"

In the distance, the Sixteen Sacred Grounds of Central Continent were finally pushed to their limit.

A Sacred Lord draped in a starry robe roared at the heavens:

"Everyone!"

"Stop hiding!"

"If we hide any longer, we're all dead!"

"Summon the ancestral relics!"

Boom!

An ancient bronze bell rose into the sky.

Upon the bell's body, densely packed ancient runes emerged.

This wasn't an ordinary sacred artifact.

It was an ancestral relic tainted with the aura of transcendence.

The moment the bell tolled, cracks actually appeared in the eerie domain surrounding Ji Wushang.

Ji Wushang turned around sharply.

His incomplete, eerie eye locked onto the ancient bell.

"A fine treasure."

"I'll devour you."

The Star-Robed Sacred Lord's face turned pale.

But he didn't retreat.

Because there was nowhere left to retreat.

He formed hand seals with both hands, burning his own origin.

"Seal!"

The ancient bronze bell came crashing down.

At the same time, the other fifteen Sacred Grounds also offered up their deepest foundations.

In that moment, sixteen heaven-reaching pillars of light blazed at the edge of the abyss.

Wang Hao's melon seed cracking paused slightly.

A smile slowly crept across his lips.

"That's more like it."

"Watching a show is never as exciting as being in it."

Sixteen heaven-reaching pillars of light shot into the sky.

The light did not share a single source.

Some blazed like solar divine fire.

Some were as cold as netherworld ice from the Nine Abysses.

Some were as heavy as ancient divine mountains.

Some were as sharp as heaven-splitting divine blades.

The Sixteen Sacred Grounds of Central Continent had stood for ten thousand years—their reputations were never built on empty boasts.

Every Sacred Ground had its foundations.

Every Sacred Ground had produced figures of stunning brilliance.

Now, when Ji Wushang, that incomplete level-ten horror, truly charged into their ranks and began devouring Half-Step Transcendence experts like snacks, these Sacred Ground experts—who usually schemed against each other, dug pits for each other, and stabbed each other in the back—were finally forced to stand together.

Not because they were noble.

But because Ji Wushang didn't discriminate between sects when he ate.

Sacred Grounds, ancient clans, rogue cultivators, hidden sects.

In his eyes, there were only two categories.

Those he could eat.

Those he hadn't gotten to yet.

Boom!

The ancient bronze bell came down.

Bell waves crashed against Ji Wushang like ten thousand layers of tidal waves.

Ji Wushang's massive, eerie body was shoved back a step.

The eyeball-covered tattered banner behind him shook violently.

Thousands of eerie eyes burst open, spilling black blood.

Seeing this, a flash of joy crossed the Star-Robed Sacred Lord's eyes.

"It's working!"

"Keep going!"

But before the words even left his mouth, the pale flame eerie heart in Ji Wushang's chest suddenly pulsed.

Thump!

The Star-Robed Sacred Lord's body went rigid.

His heart gave a strange, synchronized beat.

No—not a beat.

It was being controlled.

His expression changed drastically. He pressed both hands hard against his chest.

"Stabilize your own heart meridians!"

"Don't listen to that coffin sound!"

But his warning came a step too late.

Around him, several Martial God realm experts let out pained groans. Their chests burst open, hearts turning into pale flames that flew out of their bodies, converging toward the eerie flame heart in Ji Wushang's chest.

Ji Wushang opened his mouth and let out a satisfied low growl.

"Flesh."

"Origin."

"More."

The small coffin on his abdomen trembled.

The coffin lid's phantom opened by a crack.

A wave of black suction swept across the battlefield.

Over a dozen corpses were instantly pulled inside.

Among them was even a Martial God realm peak expert who had just fallen in battle.

The cracks on Ji Wushang's body actually began to show signs of healing.

Behind the distant stone peak.

Wang Hao narrowed his eyes.

"Not enough."

"They're still fighting too conservatively."

Han Shanyue said gravely:

"Although the Sixteen Sacred Grounds have brought out their ancestral relics, they're all still guarding against each other."

"No one wants to be the first to burn through their foundations."

The Demon Lord sneered.

"Expected."

"These people might have the resolve to cut off their own arm in desperation, but then they wouldn't have been watching from the sidelines at the edge of the abyss for so long."

Yin Jiuyou crouched at the edge of the deck, chewing on a spirit fruit he'd found from who knows where.

"What do we do then?"

"If Ji Wushang keeps eating, he might actually complete himself."

Wang Hao cracked a melon seed.

Crack.

"What's the hurry."

"If they're not desperate enough, I'll make them desperate."

Everyone turned to look at him.

The New Emperor Sword immediately got excited.

"Master, are we scheming against them again?"

Wang Hao corrected it:

"It's tactical maneuvering."

The New Emperor Sword was filled with newfound respect.

"Understood."

"High-tier scheming."

Wang Hao raised his hand.

The Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Tower gave a slight tremor.

A wisp of black lightning flew out, vanishing into the void.

The next moment.

At the edge of the abyssal battlefield, a burst of lightning exploded right beneath the feet of an ancient clan young master who was retreating.

The lightning wasn't strong.

But it was extremely loud.

Boom!

Everyone's attention was instantly drawn over.

The ancient clan young master's face changed.

Before he could even react, Wang Hao's deliberately amplified voice rang out from the distance:

"Ji Wushang!"

"That kid has ancient clan true blood on him!"

"Great tonic!"

The Ancient Clan Young Master: "???"

His pupils shook like an earthquake.

"Wang Hao!"

"You're spouting blood and slandering me!"

Wang Hao sat in the distance, his tone sincere.

"I, the Emperor, never lie."

"What are you in such a hurry about?"

Ji Wushang's crippled, incomplete eye slowly rotated.

Sure enough, it turned to look at that Ancient Clan Young Master.

The bloodline within that Ancient Clan Young Master was not weak, and he even carried a life-saving ancestral talisman on him. His aura was extremely conspicuous on the battlefield.

To Ji Wushang, he truly counted as a tasty morsel.

The next instant.

A bone chain tore through the void and lashed directly at the Ancient Clan Young Master.

The Ancient Clan Young Master was so scared his soul nearly scattered.

"Ancestor, save me!"

The Half-Step Transcendence realm powerhouses within the Ancient Clan's camp were furious beyond measure.

Of course they knew Wang Hao was deliberately causing harm.

But Ji Wushang had already attacked, and they had no choice but to save him.

"Form the Bloodline Grand Formation!"

Boom!

Dozens of elite Ancient Clan warriors burned their bloodlines simultaneously.

A primordial ferocious beast phantom appeared, opening its mouth to bite down on the bone chain.

Ji Wushang's eyes blazed with savage killing intent.

"True blood."

"Good."

He directly abandoned part of the Sacred Land elites and turned to charge at the Ancient Clan's camp.

The Ancient Clan members instantly felt their scalps go numb.

Ji Wushang took a single step, charging straight toward another Sacred Land's camp.

There, three Half-Step Transcendence powerhouses, more than ten Martial God realm experts, and even an ancient sacred artifact suppressing their fortune.

"Stop him!"

"We can't retreat any further!"

"All sects join forces!"

"Activate the sacred artifact!"

Rumble!

The Sixteen Sacred Lands finally moved.

Terrifying auras shot into the sky one after another.

Someone offered up a golden ancient bell.

The moment it rang, ten thousand miles of eerie qi was scattered.

Someone offered up a white jade divine pagoda.

Countless runes flew out from within the pagoda, forming a heaven-sealing grand formation.

Someone unrolled an ancient painting scroll.

Mountains and rivers flew out from the painting, briefly condensing into a small world that blocked Ji Wushang's path.

Still other Ancient Clan powerhouses burned their bloodlines, transforming into hundred-zhang giants, swinging divine hammers to smash against Ji Wushang's bone chain.

For a time, the edge of the abyss erupted into a battle even more chaotic and more massive than before.

Ji Wushang fought alone against a host.

Yet he remained ferocious and savage beyond compare.

His chest's white-flame demon heart pulsed.