[No...]
At this mont, Grand Preceptor Hong’s aura is weakening, his face growing even older, forcing him to take a step back, causing the bindings that suppressed An Jing to dissipate along with the Unity Star: [You have no idea what you’ve done... Those Emperor’s Blood have been mixed with ’poison’, just like the Heavenly Officials. If allowed to be absorbed upon the Holy Ancestor’s resurrection, it would weaken Him instead.]
[Although I don’t know if this sche will work, by killing them, you’ve rendered it useless!]
"Poison?" An Jing was slightly stunned, quickly recalling the Holy Demon of the Tianyuan Realm, who had beco shortsighted and foolish from absorbing too many opportunists and impostors, suddenly realizing: "I see now, no wonder the Da Chen court is filled with imbeciles, turns out you were preparing a spiced banquet for the Mysterious Heaven Ceremony."
"No wonder, no wonder they said the Mysterious Heaven Ceremony would revive during Da Chen’s peak because it wanted to feast on a thriving Da Chen, on genuine talents and geniuses, that would be sumptuous."
"But you’ve got it wrong."
Thinking of this, An Jing shook his head: "The true banquet of the Mysterious Heaven Ceremony is the entire Heavenly Official System — the Essence of all Heavenly Officials throughout generations, the rit created by the entire Da Chen."
"The Imperial Court selects, designating so outstanding Emperor’s Blood, though now it seems like they were carefully selected ingredients... Even though I detest Da Chen, speaking truthfully, the selection of the Town Kings and Emperor’s Blood is quite successful, most of them are indeed excellent, even if you’ve mixed in so trash over the years, it doesn’t hinder the whole."
[You don’t understand... if it can weaken even a little, then weaken it, it concerns the world; even if it’s the smallest and most despicable thing, I would do it without hesitation!]
At this mont, Grand Preceptor Hong’s power continued to decline, though he had already established the Civil and Military Formation Plate outside Shenjing, the core of the Da Chen Three Realms’ National Defense Array still lay within the Mysterious Heavenly Palace.
The Heavenly Officials and Emperor’s Blood inside are useless at this mont, and thus could serve as the core relay, their life itself being the central core of the ’Formation’.
But now, all those cores are dead, even if Grand Preceptor Hong can still wield Lingxiao’s Power, he can no longer control it with the previous seamless perfection.
With An Jing’s skill, he instantly saw through the flaw caused by the decrease in power, and with one stroke of the Heavenly Punishnt Sword, sliced open a rift, about to break free.
anwhile, the Mysterious Heavenly Palace, collapsed.
Above the North Mysterious Sacrifice Continent, billions of stars fell, like the Heavenly River pouring down, silver rain scattering.
And at that mont.
Thump.
A heartbeat.
A violent pulse!
At this mont, the entirety of Shenjing, the entire North Mysterious Sacrifice Continent, the whole Huai Xu Realm, and even the myriad beings and lost souls of the Youli Sea of Suffering, heard, felt, a violent heartbeat and pulse!
Sothing, so existence, had its core bindings unlocked, about to awaken from a long slumber.
[An Jing!!!]
But at this instant, right when the Mysterious Heaven was in upheaval and An Jing was about to truly break free, Grand Preceptor Hong let out a thunderous shout.
The unyielding will in this voice, its anger and hatred, could be clearly felt by anyone.
An Jing raised his head, locking gaze with eyes burning with the fiercest fla: [The Holy Ancestor is a foreseeable calamity, but you will induce a more unimaginable ruin, the Seven Fiend Tribulation!]
[The Holy Ancestor’s return at most embodies the devouring of the world. Even if Da Chen is destroyed, other Heavenly Sects can intervene. I rely couldn’t bear to see billions of people beco prey for no reason, so I gave everything to prevent it. But you... you are more dangerous, terrifying!]
[You could have beco stronger without resorting to this! You didn’t need to consu people or destroy to gain strength!]
[But for your horrifying ideal, you’d rather disrupt the world’s peace— An Jing, can’t you just cultivate on your own, without being a scourge upon this world?]
[You truly are the Seven Fiend Tribulation incarnate!]
At this mont, under An Jing’s slightly surprised gaze, Grand Preceptor Hong’s aura, though weakening, his ancient visage flowed with a rising blue like flowing water, growing increasingly youthful.
Anger, shock, despair, all dissipated. At this mont, Grand Preceptor Hong resolutely declared: [Since the Holy Ancestor is sure to awaken, then I must lay a seal here to permanently imprison both him and you!]
In this instant, across the entire North Mysterious Sacrifice Continent, all beings of a certain strength felt a primal fear within their souls.
Because a great annihilation is about to descend.
The rejuvenated Grand Preceptor Hong’s face was handso, expression lancholic, his brows perpetually furrowed, as if in constant deep thought over so issue, though his hair remained gray, a result of early greying from excessive rumination in his youth.
And now, Grand Preceptor Hong — Hong Xieshi — this man standing at the pinnacle of the Heavenly Officials, thrust his hand into his chest.
The youthful body rejuvenated by an extre surge of power was pierced, releasing bright red blood, a sight even An Jing widened his eyes for, because Grand Preceptor Hong was bleeding — he was not supposed to bleed; covered by a Heavenly Official Talisman, he was a Martial Artist, and a Martial Artist could not bleed from physical injury, their veins carrying pure Spiritual Fiend.
In other words, Grand Preceptor Hong had returned to being mortal.
And where did his world-shaking power vanish to?
It was in his hand.
Withdrawing his hand from his chest, Hong Xieshi’s palm held a pure black talisman with a deep green glow, inscribed with countless tiny, dust-like symbols, forming a Formation resembling the Heavenly River, seemingly insignificant yet, upon close inspection, appearing as an entire world; the myriad nurous talisman seals were rapidly expanding, transforming into shimring Spiritual Fiend stars, circulating endless intricate laws.
That was the talisman reflecting the entire Da Chen, then simulating the entire cosmic Heavenly Dao through Da Chen, simulating the Huai Xu Realm, one of the supre three talismans of Da Chen, mastering ’All Laws’...
[Xuan Ming Water True Talisman]
This true core of the Emperor’s Throne, the pinnacle of the Heavenly Official’s Dao, upon being removed, imdiately began to expand, enveloping An Jing, enfolding Yin Gujin and Xuan Mingyu, encompassing the ruins of the entire Shenjing, and covering the entirety of the Mysterious Heavenly Palace.
Then... within this sphere.
Light solidified.
Light.
Light is the enigmatic entity with no rest mass.
It possesses zero mass, allowed to travel at the maximum speed of the universe, its transmission equivalent to the transmission of causality law itself, the foundation of the present realm, the primal ’Formless and Substantial-less Tai Chu Entity’, is [Pri Clear] from [Clear and Turbid Divided], fundantally distinct from all particles possessing mass through turbidity.
It doesn’t interact with the Higgs field, does not generate reactions with [Turbidity], hence it lacks mass.
But now, it possesses mass.
At this mont, the ultimate rainbow dispersed from the ’Xuan Ming Water True Talisman’s center, strangely layering itself, first visible is the highest-energy purple light, followed sequentially by blue, cyan, green, yellow, orange, and red, each layer more viscous, as if material.
In its path, all dissolves, the binding wind and thunder cease, all electrons flee.
When light possesses speed, the original aning of ’light’ ceases to exist, even photons, now with mass, can transmit across short distances, but no longer is it sothing of infinite reach, but like waves gently spreading, inevitably to fall silent.
And this wave is infinitely cold, made up of plasma with countless exposed material root and free electrons, in a sense, forming ’fire’ that is dark, cold, for electromagnetic force can no longer restrain or transmit any information, molecule vibration aningless.
At this point, rather than fire, it’s better referred to as, water.
Dead water.
Xuanming Water.
[Xuan Ming Water, rule upon the infinite!]
Presently, orchestrating all this, Grand Preceptor Hong raised high the true talisman in his hand, commanding in a resonant voice: [The Emperor orders, decree all things unite, clear and turbid indistinguishable!]
[All tangible creations, return to Wuming!]
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