Chapter 1565: Chapter 959: Jiang Hui Has a Child
They attained enlightennt from the most ancient ages until now, existing before the heavens and earth were opened. The reincarnation of living beings, the annihilation of the Universe, the future of myriad worlds, all hinge upon a re word, a re thought of theirs.
“Ten is the definite number; we are ten, the end of the path also makes ten, unchanged through eternity. That Master of the Holy Land can indeed slay one being of equal realm among us, truly unimaginable… Yet we have other pressing matters at hand…”
The silhouette of the Eighth Ancestor flickered in the overwhelming black mist, unclear, infinitely vague, as if it had never existed in this era.
Even if the True Body stood here, it still couldn’t be fathod, couldn’t be detected.
Amidst the eerie roar, the Eighth Ancestor continued systematically:
“Find the True Body of that avatar, kill it with finality, erase all traces of its existence, and obliterate the ancient history.”
The Eighth Ancestor looked toward a place on the highland, speaking slowly, seemingly to himself,
“This definite number, no one can change it, like the cycle of ti, immortal and undying, like the ever-ending grains of sand… Even we…”
“Boom!”
As the voice of the Eighth Ancestor fell.
It seed to validate these words.
At a certain place in the wasteland.
A brilliant black light descended from above, vast and mysterious, showering upon a Mysterious Supre Giant.
In the next mont, the aura and realm of the Mysterious Immortal King, originally at the Pinnacle Level, visibly soared.
“Boom!”
As if the heavens and earth were collapsing, the Universe annihilating.
The myriad ways were resonating!
The next mont.
The Mysterious Giant enveloped in the radiant light directly achieved Emperor status, stepping into the end of the path realm.
The cycle of the Bizarre Clan’s end of the path count was completed.
No bizarre being knew that on the highland, their ancestors totaled ten.
And the bizarre beings at the end of the path realm also numbered ten.
Nine is the extre number.
But here, ten is the definite number.
The count of the end and the Sacrifice Path must both be maintained at this number.
Once lacking, a successor will instantly attain ultimate transcendence, crossing into this realm.
Similarly.
Even their Ten Great Ancestors are like this; after the fall, a bizarre being at the end of the path realm will imdiately experience the highest ascension, becoming a new ancestor.
Upon complete advancent to the end of the path realm, the Mysterious Giant illuminated by black light finally ca to its senses, its expression utterly shocked.
Unimaginable, how its power reached the end of the path level in such a brief mont.
“This…?”
The newly ascended Mysterious Giant of the end of the path realm murmured, its voice trembling with disbelief.
It gazed afar and saw three towering figures standing amid the swirling black fog.
“Ancestors!”
Its mind trembled, it knelt to the ground, crazily bowing toward the Eighth Ancestor, Ninth Ancestor, and Tenth Ancestor hidden in the fog, extrely devout.
The three Mysterious Ancestors either ditated with closed eyes or stood quietly, overlooking this newly advanced being of the end of the path realm.
The gaze of the Eighth Ancestor was profound, “This is the rule, it’s destiny, it’s inescapable, nowhere to escape, only to reach…”
The last sentence was left unfinished.
The Ninth Ancestor and Tenth Ancestor understood the underlying aning of the Eighth Ancestor’s words.
Which was to temporarily abandon that person, fully concentrate on the divination.
Divine the person and those relevant to that person.
Preferably divine where that person’s True Body is hidden.
If across past ages unable to suppress the opponent, then utterly erase them in their Cultivation System.
Erased in the past, eradicate their foundation, everything no longer exists, the opponent will dissipate.
After hearing, the Ninth Ancestor and the Tenth Ancestor both nodded solemnly.
Only by thoroughly understanding that concealed threat can they securely plan for the future.
“However if as the two said, that Master of the Holy Land may not be our primary foe, yet cannot be underestimated.
All things that reach the end of the path are all extraordinary, all have potential to contend for the Sacrifice Path.”
The Eighth Ancestor pondered montarily, adding, “Thus, we shall use a drop of Ancestor’s blood, transform it into a world-ending calamity, cause its foundation to collapse, bring tranquility to its world, to prevent future variables.”
The voice of the Eighth Ancestor resounded like ancient thunder, echoing in the depths of the Ancestral Land: “All things in the world have a definite number, the fate of that world must conform to the Heavenly Dao, return to silence, never to reincarnate. This is heavenly destiny, uncontestable.”
Mysterious Ancestors, occupying high status and power, strength so imnse, they can sway All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds, one glance causes Stars to fall, worlds to silence.
Yet they act with utmost caution, leaving nothing that might affect the grand sche unnoticed.
Precisely because of this, the Ninth Ancestor and the Tenth Ancestor personally intervened.
The Eighth Ancestor, though did not step into the fray personally, wasn’t indifferent to Jiang Hui, the Master of the Holy Land, but had an even greater mission awaiting him, concerning the future of the entire Bizarre Clan and even the life and death of their Ten Ancestors.
Such a significant matter, even a minor error would lead to irreversible doom.
As for the intruder nad Jiang Hui who suddenly appeared in their sight, several Mysterious Ancestors never intended to spare him.
After all, the latter’s strength is not weak, and has proven capable of suppressing adversaries of the sa realm, thus must be approached with caution.
Only when all obstacles are cleared…
The Eighth Ancestor looked toward a place in the Ancestral Land, where a rumble imdiately erupted, the originally flat frozen ground seed to be dragged by a mighty force, protruding above the horizon.
Subsequently, black earth and stones surged, rolled, and before long, ford an enormous altar.
The altar was dilapidated, its surface pitted, many places even had broken edges.
On the black bricks, ancient atmosphere perated, steaming, bearing the marks of unimaginable eras.
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