At the edge of the Ten Thousand Abyss, the land no longer resembled its former self.
Peaks lay shattered.
Ancient platforms had collapsed.
Rows of sacred ground formation patterns were corroded into deep pits by black blood, while a damaged ancestral artifact hung midair, emitting a deathly wail like a dying beast.
Ji Wushang stood at the center of the battlefield.
His massive, grotesque body towered like a black divine mountain clawed up from the depths of hell. Upon his head rested a corroded crown of radiance, behind him tattered banners fluttered, and the bone chains were snapped by nearly half. Yet the savage light within his single remaining grotesque eye burned even more terrifyingly than before.
Because he had fed a little.
Only a little.
But for a Grade-Ten Aberration, that sliver alone was enough to chill every soul present.
On the ground, the blood of Martial God realm experts still burned.
That was no ordinary blood.
Cultivators at the Martial God realm had refined their divine souls, physical bodies, and origin sources. Even a single drop of their blood could crush mountains and nourish an entire spiritual vein.
But now, that blood was being devoured by the black aberrant domain.
Like raindrops falling into a swamp.
Not even a ripple was left behind.
“Aaaaah—!”
A Supreme Elder of the Sword Sect was ensnared by a bone chain.
He roared and unleashed three thousand sword energies.
The sword light illuminated the heavens.
Each beam could pierce through a mountain ten thousand zhang tall.
Yet Ji Wushang’s pale flame aberrant heart merely pulsed once.
Thump.
All three thousand sword lights veered off course, reversing direction to strike the Sword Sect’s own disciples.
“No!”
The Supreme Elder of the Sword Sect’s eyes split with fury.
The next moment, countless tiny mouths split open across Ji Wushang’s palm, crawling along the bone chains to gnaw into the elder’s flesh.
From arm to shoulder.
From flesh to divine soul.
“This old man will take you down with me!”
The Supreme Elder of the Sword Sect burned his origin source, transforming his entire being into a colossal divine sword, attempting to sever the bone chain.
But Ji Wushang merely inhaled.
The great sword shattered on the spot.
The Supreme Elder’s divine soul let out a blood-curdling scream before being forcibly swallowed into the small coffin on Ji Wushang’s abdomen.
“Nourishment.”
Ji Wushang muttered.
His voice was barely audible.
Yet it was like billions of vengeful spirits crawling across everyone’s eardrums.
A collective chill ran down every spine.
The people of the Sixteen Sacred Lands had finally completely broken.
They had not held back.
Ancestral artifacts had been offered.
Origin sources had been burned.
Supreme Elders had died.
Martial God realm experts had fallen in droves.
But Ji Wushang still stood.
And he was growing even more ferocious.
One Sacred Land Lord, drenched in blood and half his body corroded by aberrant energy, roared with a hoarse voice:
“Retreat!”
“Everyone retreat!”
“Head to the nearest Tianshuan Sacred Land!”
“Wake the Ancestor!”
The moment those words left his mouth, the battlefield fell silent for a heartbeat.
Then, a desperate will to survive blazed in every eye.
Tianshuan Sacred Land!
One of the Sixteen Sacred Lands of the Central State.
The closest to the Ten Thousand Abyss.
And the only sacred land in this region with a complete Transcendent realm ancestor in slumber.
If they could flee into the Tianshuan Sacred Land, activate its mountain-protecting great formation, and awaken the ancestor, there might still be a chance to live.
“Go!”
“Take the ancestral artifacts!”
“Those below Martial God realm stay behind as rearguard!”
“Bullshit! Why should we stay behind!”
“Do you still want to argue at a time like this? Run!”
The crowd descended into chaos.
Sacred Land Elders, ancient clan patriarchs, and hidden sect masters who once held themselves on high were now like sheep chased by wolves.
No—worse than sheep.
At least sheep ran in one direction.
These people sprinted while watching out for their own kind.
Someone secretly struck out, severing another’s flight light.
Another shoved a wounded comrade into the aberrant domain, buying himself a single breath of escape.
Yet another escaped aboard a sacred artifact, only to be clawed at by his own disciples at the vessel’s edge, weeping and screaming.
“Elder! Take me with you!”
The Elder’s face twisted savagely as he kicked the disciple away.
“Get lost!”
“If this old man lives, the sect still has a future!”
The disciple plunged into the darkness, the last light in his eyes extinguished.
The next moment, the aberrant domain rolled over him.
Not even a scream remained.
Behind a shattered peak in the distance.
Wang Hao stood on the deck of the Grand Xia spirit vessel, watching the scene with calm indifference.
The New Emperor Sword leaned over the ship’s railing, clicking its tongue in wonder.
“Master.”
“These sacred land folks are more eager to run than I am to eat.”
Wang Hao said flatly:
“Normal.”
“They sing about justice for all until trouble comes, then it’s every man for himself.”
“A proud Central State tradition.”
Yin Jiuyou couldn’t help but ask:
“Your Majesty, shouldn’t we run too?”
Wang Hao cast him a sidelong glance.
“Run where?”
Yin Jiuyou thought hard, then said:
“Somewhere Ji Wushang can’t see us.”
Wang Hao replied:
“A Grade-Ten Aberration’s eye can survey ten thousand li of aberrant domain. Where exactly do you think it can’t see?”
Yin Jiuyou fell silent.
Then he quietly shuffled a step behind Han Shanyue.
Han Shanyue’s cheek twitched.
“Why are you hiding behind me?”
Yin Jiuyou said with utter confidence:
“You’re tall.”
Han Shanyue: “…”
The Demon Lord looked at Wang Hao and said gravely:
“They’re fleeing toward Tianshuan Sacred Land.”
“If the ancestor of Tianshuan awakens, this battle escalates to another level.”
Wang Hao nodded.
“Perfect.”
“If these people don’t drag out their last hidden treasures, Ji Wushang won’t die.”
Xue Wuhen frowned.
“But what if even the Transcendent realm ancestor can’t stop him?”
Wang Hao did not answer at once.
He lifted his gaze toward the distant horizon.
There, in the direction of the Tianshuan Sacred Land, ancient divine light was already surging skyward.
That was no ordinary formation.
The long-slumbering heritage of a sacred land had been disturbed.
The entire world was slowly waking.
Wang Hao’s eyes were deep and unfathomable.
“If they can’t stop him, then more will die.”
“They’ll keep dying until someone can stop him.”
A chill ran through everyone’s hearts.
The New Emperor Sword, however, expressed pure admiration.
“Master’s words sound very tyrant-like!”
Wang Hao gave the sword’s hilt a smack.
“I call it strategic composure.”
The New Emperor Sword wobbled.
“Got it.”
“Calmly sending other people to die.”
Wang Hao’s expression was blank.
“If you keep getting it, I’ll make you calm too.”
The New Emperor Sword shut up instantly.
It still hadn’t fully digested the emperor corpse’s skull. Its blade body kept flickering—gray-white death energy one moment, black devouring light the next—looking like a malevolent weapon with a bad stomach.
But its aura was indeed growing stronger.
Originally, it could only exert the combat strength of the Seventh Martial Stage.
Now, after devouring the emperor corpse’s remnants, a faint edge of fusion had begun to take shape within its body—a blending of emperor-corpse death energy and aberrant artifact origin.
Unstable.
But dangerous.
Wang Hao could sense that, given the right opportunity, this sharp-tongued blade could bite a chunk out of Ji Wushang’s flesh.
Provided—
Ji Wushang first showed an opening.
Boom!
A thunderous roar erupted in the distance.
The forces of the Central State had begun their retreat.
But Ji Wushang had no intention of letting them go.
He took a single step forward.
The black aberrant domain spread across heaven and earth.
Space twisted like crumpled paper.
Cultivators at the Sky Soaring and True Qi realms were still flying for their lives when, the next moment, they found themselves warped back to where they began.
They turned back in terror.
Ji Wushang stood right behind them.
“No!”
“I don’t want to die!”
“Sacred Lord, save me!”
An aberrant palm descended.
Over a hundred cultivators were turned to bloody mist on the spot.
The small coffin on his abdomen opened a sliver of a gap, and the mist was drawn in whole.
The wounds on Ji Wushang’s body healed another trace.
“We can’t let him keep eating!”
The Star-Robed Sacred Lord roared.
His hair was a wild mess, the Starry Ancestral Bell hanging over his head, three cracks already splitting through its body.
Yet he still burned his origin source and forcibly drove the ancestral bell.
Boom!
The bell’s tone boomed across the sky.
Starlight spread like an ocean, briefly holding back the expansion of the aberrant domain.
“Go now!”
“This old man can only hold for so long!”
The other Sacred Land experts, seeing this, seized the chance to flee toward the Tianshuan Sacred Land aboard their ancestral artifacts.
Not everyone was unmoved.
But even as he was moved, his feet never slowed down.
The Star-Robed Sacred Lord watched the backs growing ever more distant in front of him, and was so furious he nearly spat blood.
"Would one of you just turn around and help?!"
No one turned back.
Only Wang Hao's voice drifted over from afar, unhurried.
"The Star-robed Saint Lord is a man of great righteousness!"
"I admire him deeply!"
"Did everyone see that? This is what true sacred-ground backbone looks like!"
The Star-Robed Sacred Lord's face twisted instantly.
"Wang Hao!"
"Shut up!"
What he feared most right now was Wang Hao praising him.
Because once Wang Hao sang his praises, everyone else would genuinely believe he ought to keep holding the line.
Sure enough.
Several sacred lords who were mid-flight turned, heard those words, and immediately relaxed.
"The Star-Robed Sacred Lord has the ancestral bell in hand—he can hold!"
"Right, his Starfield Sacred Ground is famed for unsetting constellations. Stalling for a bit shouldn't be a problem."
"Go! First to the Heaven Abyss Sacred Ground to summon the ancestors!"
The Star-Robed Sacred Lord saw black before his eyes.
Suddenly, he understood.
Wang Hao, that bastard, wasn't praising him at all.
He was nailing the coffin shut on him.
Ji Wushang heard it too.
His mutilated, sinister eye rotated slowly, coming to rest on the Star-Robed Sacred Lord and the Starfield ancestral bell.
"You."
"Delicious."
The Star-Robed Sacred Lord's hairs stood on end.
"I'm not delicious!"
"I'm old!"
"Biting into me would get stuck in your teeth!"
Wang Hao delivered the finishing blow from afar:
"He's being modest!"
"Peak of the Half-Transcendence stage, Starfield Sacred Body, protected by the ancestral bell—a prime tonic among tonics!"
The Star-Robed Sacred Lord: "..."
At that very moment, he hated Wang Hao more than he hated Ji Wushang.
At least Ji Wushang only wanted to eat him.
Wang Hao was worried Ji Wushang wouldn't enjoy the meal thoroughly enough.
Boom!
Ji Wushang charged in.
Bone chains crossed the sky; the sinister eye illumined the world.
The Star-Robed Sacred Lord clenched his jaw, pressed both hands onto the ancestral bell, and his entire life force burned like a wildfire.
"Stars shall never fall!"
"Ancestral bell, seal the demon!"
Boom!
The ancestral bell erupted with unprecedented radiance.
Ten thousand star phantoms flew out from the bell's body, forming a river of stars that lay across Ji Wushang's path.
Ji Wushang raised his hand and slammed down.
Half of the star river shattered.
The ancestral bell cried out in mourning.
Blood poured from all seven orifices of the Star-Robed Sacred Lord.
But he actually managed to hold Ji Wushang back for three breaths.
Three breaths.
In a battle of this scale, that was enough for many people to escape.
And it was enough for Ji Wushang to remember him.
"ROAR!"
Ji Wushang bellowed.
The blazing white sinister heart at his chest pulsed violently.
THUMP.
THUMP.
THUMP.
The Star-Robed Sacred Lord's expression changed abruptly.
His own heart followed suit and thumped three times.
Each thump felt like an invisible hand crushing his heart to pieces, then molding it anew.
"Pfft!"
He spat a mouthful of primordial blood.
The bell's radiance dimmed sharply.
Ji Wushang seized the bell's rim with one hand, and a tiny mouth in his palm began gnawing wildly.
CRACK.
The ancestral bell split apart once more.
The Star-Robed Sacred Lord roared in terror:
"Ancestor, save me!"
His voice carried far off toward the Heaven Abyss Sacred Ground.
That cry was not merely a plea for help.
It was also a signal.
From the Heaven Abyss Sacred Ground's direction, the ancient mountain range that had long slumbered suddenly trembled.
Pillar after pillar of sacred peaks blazed alight.
From deep within the earth, a hoarse and majestic voice arose.
"What evil spirit."
"Would dare offend the sacred grounds of the Central Continent?"
BOOM.
The heavens split open.
An aged figure slowly sat up from the depths of the Heaven Abyss Sacred Ground.
That was no dharma projection.
That was his true body.
The moment he sat up, spiritual energy of heaven and earth reversed course, and ten thousand miles of cloud sea collapsed inward.
Transcendence!
A genuine Transcendence-stage ancestor!
Then a second and third aura awakened in sequence.
Three Transcendence-level pressures swept across heavens and earth.
Every fleeing sacred-ground expert cried out in wild joy at the same time.
"The ancestors are awake!"
"All three ancestors of Heaven Abyss Sacred Ground have revived!"
"There's hope!"
The Star-Robed Sacred Lord also saw a glimmer of hope.
He braced himself against the ancestral bell, his voice raw and cracking:
"Ancestor!"
"Save me!"
Above the Heaven Abyss Sacred Ground, a White-haired Ancestor opened his eyes.
His gaze crossed a thousand miles and settled on Ji Wushang.
The next instant, the White-haired Ancestor's face shifted.
Not in anger.
But in extreme gravity.
The most intense gravity.
"A grade-ten aberration."
"An incomplete grade-ten."
"Yet it has already become a calamity."
The other two ancestors appeared one after another.
One wielded a horsetail whisk, immortal in bearing.
One bore an ancient sword on his back, killing intent surging like tides.
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