In the distance, the true body of the War Ancestor threw the Shattered Shield with all his might, a defense weapon in his hand as fierce as an offensive Divine Instrunt.
Silver light sliced through the void like rapidly spinning blades, tearing through the Great Thousand Dao, drawing an arc to cut down the dragon’s body.
"The Way of the Heavens is unjust!"
"The Way of the Heavens, how unfair it is!"
The dicine Ancestor felt like self-destructing.
Since sealing the ancestor from Zero Ancestral God, his original prideful intent was to master everything, even competing with Saint Xin.
Unexpectedly, ti and again, he fell into treacherous plots, his status repeatedly diminished.
In this dismal state, he faced the most formidable foe he wished to avoid and had to rely on his weakest front-line combat ability to face the Shattered Shield wielded by the War Ancestor.
Why does destiny favor Bazhun’an?
Why does the Way of the Heavens constantly oppose , showing no rcy to those once favored by destiny?
"How can I, the ancestor, fall today?!"
The thought of giving up was fleeting.
With a hysterical shout, the dicine Ancestor forcibly gathered his vitality and vigor, maneuvering the dragon’s body to narrowly avoid the attack.
Sizzle!
The Shattered Shield sliced past, plowing through a vast swath of dragon scales, cutting off half the body of the Five-clawed Golden Dragon and severing a hind leg.
Yet, fortunately, this narrow dodge avoided the risk of being directly slain.
Even if only less than forty percent of the dragon’s body remained, even with blood and flesh flying everywhere, he survived against all odds.
Then run!
Keep running!
The path of the Deva is blocked for mankind!
If today you cannot slay with the Shattered Shield, in the future reincarnations when I return, I will make you all pay a bitter price a thousand tis over!
"Awoo—"
The golden dragon, headless, could still leap into the Reincarnation River.
Yet as the dicine Ancestor began to act, a sound of breaking wind swept through his saint’s will.
"Whoosh!"
What sound is that?
The whole body of the Golden Dragon had no piece of intact dragon scales left.
Yet at this mont, the presence of death lood over him, a feeling of being targeted.
As his thoughts swept over him, despair arose.
It turned out the Shattered Shield had sliced past and spun far away, obscuring the sight of the Dragon Painting Spear behind it.
The War Ancestor, after side-throwing the Shattered Shield, had quickly followed by hurling the Dragon Painting Spear, all seamlessly connected in an instant.
The dicine Ancestor’s dragon body, having evaded the Shattered Shield, happened to land at the spot where the Dragon Painting Spear was cast, like a fish leaping into the net, all within the War Ancestor’s control of the battle.
"Boom!"
The Dragon Painting Spear pierced the golden dragon.
The void settled with the spear’s landing, unfurling a web of the heavens interwoven tightly.
Space instantly shattered but did not break; clearly, the force of the spear cast was controlled to perfection, causing no more damage to the surroundings but spreading a vast spatial web of cracks.
From afar...
It was the Five-clawed Golden Dragon failing to leap the river, the Dragon Painting Spear hitting the bullseye, everything settled like dust.
"Great vengeance repaid."
The Shattered Shield flew to the left, then to the right.
The War Ancestor’s true body caught the silver shield, flipped his right hand, settling it beside him, eyes filled with forty percent satisfaction, forty percent revenge, ten percent relief, and ten percent self-satisfaction at the perfect control of the battlefield.
With a thud, the Shattered Shield settled into the void.
Onlookers from the Apricot Realm felt their hair stand on end, their hearts trembled.
From afar, the golden dragon’s severed tail hung limply, its vitality completely shredded by the force of the Dragon Painting Spear, dead beyond revival.
And so, less than half a quarter had passed since the War Ancestor had appeared.
"This..."
The Apricot Realm view was split in two by the Sky Screen.
One half belonged to the War Ancestor’s true body standing tall with shield, imposing in all directions.
The other half depicted the dragon fallen in the web, head bowed and executed.
How could this comparison be described as re "frightening?"
This brutal, violent combat style, if anyone in the world could restrain its prowess, it could only be one mad punch from Lord Shou!
"Who is this after all?"
"Has he transford from Lord Shou, or is he the reincarnation of The Divine?"
"Or was the War Ancestor’s combat power always this terrifying back then, but if so, how did he fall?"
No one knew the answer.
The true body of the War Ancestor seed to have completed its mission, its form gradually dimming, then vanishing into nothingness.
"Unwilling!"
"Unyielding!"
"The ancestor does not believe it!"
The remnants of the dicine Ancestor’s soul and intent were broken thoroughly, planning to sacrifice himself, even risking possession by Bei Huai, to forge a future within the Death Realm.
Yet at this mont...
The War Ancestor is gone?
This was an opportunity!
From this, it seed the War Ancestor could only achieve so much, rely extinguishing the voice of my Life Wheel Fruit Dragon Ancestor, then running out of strength.
Thus...
Is face more important?
Or is life more important?
The dicine Ancestor imdiately discarded his heart of sacrifice, seeing the War Ancestor gone, mobilized his remnant soul and intent without a second thought, darting toward the Reincarnation River.
Run!
Keep running!
As long as I am not dead, I will run to death!
This Plane is no longer suitable for the Zero Ancestral God to seek enlightennt, even Saint Xin was smashed, so what sha is there for , Divine Farr Hundred Grass, to retreat?
As long as the green hills remain, the day will co again for burning firewood. When my ancestor completes the reincarnation Dao embryo and perfects the Sea of Life and the Sea of Reincarnation...
The day of returning will be the ti of mourning for all ancestors!
"Splash!"
As the remnants of the soul and intent cast themselves into the Reincarnation River, the sound of Taoist music flowed around his ears, the Divine Farr Hundred Grass already glimpsed hope for new life.
Suddenly aware of sothing amiss.
That Taoist music did not originate from the Sea of Life and the Reincarnation River, but from...
"Thirty years of understanding the spirit and seeking the Dao, ultimately failing in the Yin Cao."
A soft sigh ca from afar: "Divine Farr Hundred Grass, since I have fallen, how can you deserve to attain immortality?"
What?!
The dicine Ancestor turned his head, suddenly speechless.
In the distance, Hua Changdeng stood with self-pity, a shadow beneath his feet rising with the sound, transforming into the sky-covering black-robed god of death’s ghost figure.
Wooo——
The ghost figure held a lantern, its fla like a bean.
As the firelight extinguished, the shadow fell like the return of Yin Cao.
The entire Shengshen Continent shifted from yang to yin, transferring into the Spiritual Universe, where ghosts arose from all corners, dead beings revived, as if enacting a Hundred Ghost Night Walk.
Splash!
The Taoist music rang out, indeed not from the Sea of Life and the Reincarnation River, but emanating from beneath Hua Changdeng...
The dicine Ancestor shrieked: "Spirit Dao River?!"
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