"Hiss! Hiss hiss hiss!!"
Terrifying sword light swept past.
All six Progenitors were utterly annihilated.
They were already at the end of their strength, both mind and body severely damaged, while Luo Yu’s power had reached the Ancestor’s Realm. Even if he hadn’t imrsed in this realm for as long as they had, killing them in their current state was all too easy.
As the Nether Ancestor’s Divine Spirit scattered, his eyes were filled with endless regret.
mories of bygone years flashed before his eyes like a fleeting glimpse of light.
In the beginning, he was but a slave in a minor family within the You Ming Sacred Heaven, a place not yet known by that na. As a slave without any human rights, he was oppressed, surviving on food as wretched as swill, even scrounging with other slaves for sustenance.
Suffering from oppression and humiliation, the darkness in his heart magnified to its limits, until he finally awakened his Youming bloodline. Upon awakening, he annihilated the entire minor family, including the town they resided in. After the slaughter, he discovered that the power he awoke had grown stronger.
From then on, he embarked on a path of bloody massacre: facing countless life-and-death crises, slaughtering myriad beings, and employing every underhanded and dark thod available until he finally succeeded. He ascended to the peak of his plane, becoming the awe-inspiring Nether Ancestor. His plane was even renad after him.
Erging from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, cautious for countless millennia, only to fall here at the end.
The Nether Ancestor’s eyes remained fixed on Luo Yu until finally, they relaxed, his Divine Spirit dissipating amidst the endless sword qi.
The Imperial Path Ancestor, Sword Wielding Ancestor, and the other three great Progenitors were each the pride of heaven, true protagonists of their respective planes, all falling on this day.
Facing death, the Imperial Path Ancestor spilled blood in regret, "In this life, I only lost once, but this one ti cost my life."
One by one, the six great Progenitors died.
Luo Yu’s gaze was as still as an ancient well, not stirring the slightest ripple.
This prompted a nod from the Green Ox Elder and Heaven-reaching Sect Leader standing to the side, satisfaction flickering in their eyes.
Though talent is important, determining a person’s upper limit,
What matters most in realizing that talent is the person’s temperant.
If one is easily influenced by external factors, then no matter how great their talent, they are likely to waste their years or crumble under setbacks, ultimately fading into obscurity among the masses.
Only those who are unaffected by the external world, steadfast and unyielding, able to shatter all illusions, possess a resolute heart with the potential to vie for the highest pinnacle.
Clearly, they had been observing Luo Yu not for a day or two, and were very satisfied with his temperant.
Even to the point of admiration.
Because in their eyes, Luo Yu was always decisive in killing, daring to love and hate.
Showing boundless tenderness when it was ti to be soft, and being uncompromisingly ruthless when needed, decisiveness incarnate.
Such was the making of true talent.
As for the death of the six great Progenitors, or their final lants, they felt not the slightest bit.
Having witnessed far too many great spectacles, the death of a re six ants held no significance to these beings of great power.
"Hmm?"
"Not dead?"
Luo Yu was startled.
All six Progenitors had been slain by him, yet after the sword light passed, there was still one survivor.
The Mad Saint Ancient God was now a blur of flesh and blood, but he still had a breath left.
Luo Yu frowned.
"If one sword can’t kill, then another will."
"Swish—"
A sword split the void, a surge of blood qi erupted, and the surroundings turned into a sea of blood-red sword blades.
Engulfing the Mad Saint Ancient God within.
After the sword light passed, a wailing sound ca from the ruined flesh of the Mad Saint Ancient God.
"Still not dead?"
Luo Yu’s brows furrowed even more intensely.
For a creature that couldn’t be killed even when down on his knees, it was becoming quite embarrassing.
He swung his sword dozens of tis in succession, drawing countless sword marks in the void, each slash more terrifying than the last, splitting even the universe itself.
"Crack... Crick..."
The Mad Saint Ancient God was completely chopped into minced at, with bones shattered to dust, while a bloody storm of slaughter swept through, attacking every inch of the remnants.
"Ahh—"
With a flash of intense light, the Mad Saint Ancient God’s flesh sohow reassembled itself, recovering to its original state.
His aura had greatly diminished.
Luo Yu’s eyes widened in disbelief.
After chopping him up like this, he still can’t die?
Is there that much difference between the Ancestor Realm and the realm of the ancient gods?
He had no concept of it before, but now he was beginning to realize.
"Just give a quick death!"
The Mad Saint Ancient God wailed:
"It’s like hacking at with a blunt knife, when will I ever die, just give a quick death."
The Mad Saint Ancient God was truly at his limit, with sword blows cleaving at him, when would it ever end?
Although they couldn’t kill him, each sword strike cut deep into his flesh, genuinely hurting to the bone, and what’s more, a strong killing intent was eroding every one of his cells, making him wish for death.
He, too, wanted to die, but having cultivated to this extent, his body automatically circulated the power of frenzy. As soon as he suffered a fatal injury, the life force would circulate, and he would automatically heal. That was truly torture.
Luo Yu refused to believe it, and he struck dozens more sword blows, amplifying his Divine Power.
As a result, the Mad Saint Ancient God was like an indestructible cockroach—as long as a single bit of flesh and blood remained, he would fully recover.
As long as Divine Power was undying, the ancient gods would live.
He cried out in agony.
"Yes, I had the intent to kill and plunder, it was my fault," he said.
"I beseech you, please put out of my misery quickly, if you’re going to kill or carve up, just make it swift."
The Mad Saint Ancient God pleaded, truly unable to take it anymore.
Luo Yu held the sword, his face a picture of embarrassnt.
He had never felt so embarrassed in his life.
Your enemy is on his knees begging you to kill him, and you can’t do it—it really was sowhat shaful.
"Hahaha."
The powerful Huaxia spectral figures beside them all burst into laughter, finding this scene quite amusing.
For those whose spirits were usually tightly wound, having such an opportunity to relax now was indeed amusing.
"Luo boy, let the Emperor handle this," said Emperor Qin Shi Huang, his voice gentle, and Luo Yu stepped aside at once.
"Boom—"
An image of the Jade Seal flew out from the Emperor’s sleeve, with ninety-nine true dragons soaring from it, exuding resplendent Divine Power, engulfing the Mad Saint Ancient God.
They began the sacrificial refinent.
The immortal and indestructible Mad Saint Ancient God had no power to resist, not even the chance to emit a wail.
His Divine Spirit was silenced, his body dissolved, leaving behind only a dark golden orb, imbued with a rich divine essence.
However, this essence paled in comparison to the Jade Seal.
Luo Yu’s mind stirred. Could it be the legendary Jade Seal?
His gaze sharpened, watching intently.
Just as the Jade Seal flew back into the sleeve of Emperor Qin Shi Huang, Luo Yu could see the ancient characters engraved at its base.
"Granted by Heaven, may the longevity be everlasting."
Luo Yu’s pupils shook.
The Imperial Jade Seal. It really was the legendary Imperial Jade Seal.
He hadn’t expected to see it in Soul Land, it was truly beyond his thoughts.
Wait!
Luo Yu was clearly taken aback.
He rembered the legends said it was "bestowed by Heaven," with the character "bestowed," symbolizing divinely sanctioned authority.
How co the Imperial Jade Seal produced by Emperor Qin Shi Huang had the character "granted" on it?
Ah, this...
He was montarily confused...
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