Journey to the West: Sun Wukong's Advice System Chapter 659 - 426: Recast2

The Desolate Ancestor was known for his prowess in war, and his War Lance beca legendary as he fought tirelessly throughout the Epoch, earning a mighty reputation.

Eventually, even becoming one of the Seven Ancestors, he was revered by tens of thousands.

During the distribution of the Desolate Ancestor’s heritage before, it was sowhat strange that they hadn’t seen the War Lance.

Now it seed the Desolate Ancestor had never intended to pass on the War Lance.

But now, it was as if the Desolate Ancestor had changed his mind, yet what he specifically wanted to do, they did not know.

"I once wielded the Ink Blade, then abandoned the blade to forge the War Lance, because by giving up the reliance on the powerful force of the Ink Blade, my state of mind and strength actually reached a new level.

I forged the War Lance, nurtured it, actually always using the Ink Blade as a benchmark, aiming to surpass it."

"Although the Ink Blade has not returned to its heyday, its quality is indeed too high, still unsurpassable by the War Lance.

I once thought, as long as I kept nurturing the War Lance, it could rival the Ink Blade, but alas, the descent of the ultimate catastrophe of the Epoch foiled ."

"Now, I don’t want you to be the guardian of the Ink Blade, I want your blade to surpass the Ink Blade!"

As the last character from the Desolate Ancestor fell, the whole Mountain of Inheritance trembled violently.

And the War Lance in the hand of the Desolate Ancestor suddenly turned into a beam of flowing light, shooting straight out.

It appeared above the Flowing Moon, its radiance illuminating the entire Mountain of Inheritance, scattering across all the ruins.

Even at this mont, there were illusions of the War Lance appearing in the chaos.

That single spear spanning the skies attracted all the strong beings.

The aura of the Blood Fiend on it pervaded, causing the hearts of the strong beings to tremble continuously, shivering incessantly.

Imdiately after, near the spear, images began to appear.

In every image, there was the Desolate Ancestor.

In every image, the Desolate Ancestor gripped the War Lance firmly, full of iron-willed prowess and majesty!

Eventually, all the images gathered into one, revealing the ultimate catastrophe of the Primordial Beginning Epoch, during which the Desolate Ancestor fought fiercely, bathed in blood, and was battling with a Twisted Supre.

Wielding the War Lance with 2,800 Divine Patterns surging about his form, the Desolate Ancestor was brimming with the intent to battle, forcing the Twisted Supre to retreat step by step.

However, just as the Desolate Ancestor was about to raise the War Lance to strike down the Twisted Supre, a giant hand stretched out from the Darkness Distortion, bringing a palm down suddenly.

The Desolate Ancestor reacted swiftly, imdiately putting up a defense, but under that giant hand, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Primordial Source severely injured!

In that mont, everyone fell into a silent awe.

Although they had not directly experienced the strength of the Desolate Ancestor, just from those images, they could see his battle achievents and realize his incredible power.

Yet such a formidable existence was directly suppressed by that giant hand.

That giant hand, what was its origin?

This question, no one could answer.

At that mont, all the Supres also felt a shiver in their hearts.

They asked themselves, if that giant hand struck them in the sa manner, would they also end up like the Desolate Ancestor?

The answer was negative.

Because they would fare even worse than the Desolate Ancestor...

As the final image faded, they did not see the outco that followed, but they could guess a part of it.

Even if the Desolate Ancestor did not perish by that giant hand, it was absolutely due to that hand’s severe blow that indirectly led to his downfall.

In the ruins of the Primordial Begining Epoch, those Supres also found it hard to believe.

Like the Supres of the Pure Land, although they have all gone through the Epoch’s ultimate catastrophes, they had never encountered such a formidable force.

If it were real, their Epoch would probably not survive a single strike.

The Desolate Ancestor laughed and said, "During the Primordial Beginning Epoch, the seven of us fought the Epoch’s ultimate catastrophe; which one of us wasn’t peerless, which one wasn’t the strongest being, the Twisted Supres simply couldn’t defeat us,

at the end, they resorted to tricks, seeking help, calling forth so sort of Supre Lord’s hand; if it weren’t for that strike, I could have fought and killed two more Twisted Supres."

At this ti, everyone ca to a realization, the battle situation of the Primordial Beginning Epoch was more complex than they imagined.

Before, when the river of ti churned, they saw a corner of it, glimpsing scenes from the Primordial Beginning Epoch.

Back then, they saw the Ancestor of the Void being suppressed by a Twisted Supre and the Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning.

But they had not anticipated the descent of this colossal palm.

What mattered most was that the Desolate Ancestor just ntioned it.

This palm, does it belong to the Twisted Supre’s Supre Above?

A single strike, inflicting heavy injuries on a Supre with two thousand eight hundred Dao Divine Patterns?

Then, this person’s strength, even if it’s not up to the Great Path, can’t be far off, can it?

However, when the image of that giant palm appeared, Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning said with a cold voice, "It’s just a dead person trying to co back to life."

The words were spoken with disdain, but the fear in his eyes could not be faked.

Desolate Ancestor then waved his hand, "What a pity! In the end, I wasn’t able to witness what the Epoch would be like after the Epoch’s calamities, whether soone will truly attain sothing above the Great Path. All of these... I won’t see them, won’t see them..."

"Buzz!"

The war spear trembled violently, and in an instant above the Flowing Moon, it turned into a ball of light, slowly descending.

Desolate Ancestor continued, "The war spear was forged by from so of the most precious materials in the Origin Epoch, including so rare treasures I captured from the darkness,

Additionally, there’s a piece of bronze, the origins of which I’ve never clarified, but I can be certain, its material wouldn’t be inferior to that used to forge the Ink Blade."

At this mont, everyone knew what Desolate Ancestor intended.

He actually wanted to use the war spear to help Flowing Moon reconstruct its blade body.

Although chaotic treasures do not have too clear a distinction of ranks, an oddity like the war spear must be among the strongest of chaotic treasures.

What’s most important within the war spear is not those precious materials, but the consciousness of Desolate Ancestor poured inside, and it could even be said to have rged with the knowledge from Desolate Ancestor’s entire life.

Using the war spear as a material to reforge the Flowing Moon Blade, what great fortune is this?

The others were envious!

Many people thought Xia Feng was a fool for giving up such a great opportunity and discarding the Ink Blade.

But now it seems they were the fools.

Of course, Desolate Ancestor’s choice was also beyond everyone’s expectations.

Who would have thought he would destroy the war spear to forge a blade for Xia Feng?

And it happened in an instant.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a rumble, the light ball that the war spear had beco fused completely with the soul of Flowing Moon’s blade.

Suddenly, the entire ruins began to tremble violently.

Across the other Mountains of Inheritance, one figure after another starting to appear.

Hong Ancestor, Kong Ancestor...

All of them looked towards the Mountain of Inheritance of Desolate Ancestor, and then they stretched out their hands together.

Beams of light carrying a strong sense of the Dao’s charm, at an extrely fast speed, headed towards the Mountain of Inheritance of Desolate Ancestor.

Even Pan Ancestor, who had already bestowed his core inheritance, and the unlit Primogenitor’s Mountain of Heritage, all burst forth with their own radiance.

Seven lights converged in the high above, and a blade appeared in front of everyone.

The design was still austere and grand, but compared to before, this blade seed to have an even more formidable aura of slaughter.

At the edge of the blade, one could vaguely see a bloodline.

Shortly thereafter, that long river of years once again materialized.

Guarding the blade, as well as guarding Xia Feng.

At this mont, the aura on Xia Feng’s body was scarcely any weaker than that of a Supre.

However, the ones who reacted most were not the mighty Saint Emperor powerhouses from various factions, nor the Supres who had not obtained the Ink Blade.

But rather... the Ink Blade itself!

After Flowing Moon’s reconstruction, the resistance of the Ink Blade beca even more intense, and even the Primordial Source imprint of Desolate Ancestor seed sowhat unable to suppress it fully, unable to suppress it thoroughly.

Evil Qi surged as if it would break through its seal at any mont.

It was the king among blades, yet upon Flowing Moon, it sensed a threat to its status.

Even if just a trace, it was unwilling to allow Flowing Moon to continue existing in this world.

However, it had struggled for so long and still could not break through the Primordial Source mark of Desolate Ancestor.

"Old friend, you’ve accompanied through countless battles; how could I let you be alone," Desolate Ancestor murmured, a smile crossing his face.

Then he did sothing that shocked everyone.

His body actually also moved towards Flowing Moon.