In the depths of the sky, the confrontation between Mo Shouhe and Xuanyuan Ya was exceptionally fierce; both were relentless, striving to defeat the other with all their might.
Once rivals in the ancient era, they still hadn’t determined a victor in this age. Perhaps today’s battle would be their last, or it might continue on.
As the battle reached its peak, Mo Shouhe suddenly brandished the asure Heaven Ruler, drawing nature’s spiritual energy into it, swinging it down like falling stars.
Xuanyuan Ya raised his palm to counter, but was forced to retreat repeatedly, a hint of surprise in his eyes.
Mo Shouhe continually siphoned the power of heaven and earth, ultimately suppressing Xuanyuan Ya with its aid.
Though Xuanyuan Ya didn’t die back then, he was indeed close to death, only managing to preserve his body using the power of the Xuanyuan Mirror, awakening from his slumber after so many years.
Having been delayed for so long, Xuanyuan Ya’s power hadn’t advanced compared to the past. Though the sa could be said for Mo Shouhe, the asure Heaven Ruler in Mo Shouhe’s hand was far more formidable than before.
Forged from an ancient stone atop Mountain Tu, the power of the asure Heaven Ruler had grown considerably over the years in Mo Shouhe’s possession.
In contrast, Xuanyuan Ya lacked any divine weapon. If he had sothing like the Dragon Bones Bow, Mo Shouhe wouldn’t have any advantage over him at all.
"Xuanyuan Ya, you couldn’t defeat then, and it’s the sa now." Mo Shouhe laughed loudly, once again seizing the power of heaven and earth to completely suppress Xuanyuan Ya.
Though falling behind, Xuanyuan Ya remained calm, displaying a peculiar smile and pointing at the distant Ancient Demon Ridge.
anwhile, Fang Lin, within the Demon Clan’s Sacred Tree, was unaware that his Nine Palace Bag had opened on its own, releasing an object—a primordial spear!
The primordial spear flew out of the Nine Palace Bag, leaving the Demon Clan’s Sacred Tree and soaring into Xuanyuan Ya’s hand.
Upon seeing the primordial spear in Xuanyuan Ya’s hand, Mo Shouhe’s expression turned grim. Though he was aware Xuanyuan Ya possessed such a weapon, seeing it in Xuanyuan Ya’s grip instilled a bit of fear in him.
Held in Xuanyuan Ya’s hand, the primordial spear, always exuding a murderous aura, beca docile, as though it had found its true master.
Xuanyuan Ya smiled slightly, looking at the spear in his hand as if he were looking at his own child.
This indeed was Xuanyuan Ya’s weapon.
In the ancient wilderness, when the demon tree erged and wreaked havoc across the world, the demon beasts and human clan united for the first ti to annihilate the ancient magic tree.
In the end, they paid a trendous price, and an unknown human clan warrior nailed the ancient magic tree with a primordial spear, resolving the catastrophe.
And that unknown warrior was Xuanyuan Ya, or rather, Xuanyuan Ya before he achieved the realm of Martial Arts Supre.
After pinning the ancient magic tree, Xuanyuan Ya ascended to the Martial Arts Supre, but since the ancient magic tree couldn’t be completely destroyed, Xuanyuan Ya left the primordial spear to suppress it.
Over eons, Fang Lin discovered the ancient magic tree beneath the Ghost Mountain Blood Lake and took the primordial spear from it, carrying it around, causing the spear to temporarily recognize Fang Lin as its master.
This may have been predestined, not sothing Xuanyuan Ya deliberately arranged for Fang Lin to find his spear. It was purely by chance.
Now, the primordial spear had returned to Xuanyuan Ya’s hand. Without it, defeating Mo Shouhe was quite difficult for Xuanyuan Ya.
"Let us battle again." Xuanyuan Ya laughed, wielding the spear to attack Mo Shouhe, who did not back down, the asure Heaven Ruler’s brilliance even more radiant.
The asure Heaven Ruler clashed with the primordial spear, Mo Shouhe against Xuanyuan Ya; they were evenly matched, and it was hard to see who held the upper hand.
As Xuanyuan Ya and Mo Shouhe clashed fiercely, an observer who had remained silent all along, suddenly underwent a change.
The umbrella-bearer had been watching the battle unfolding in the sky, when suddenly a voice sounded in his mind.
At the sound of that voice, the umbrella-bearer knew his ti had co, and the will of the ancient spirit of Mountain Tu had descended upon him.
With a bitter smile, the umbrella-bearer felt disheartened. As one of the ancient spirit incarnations, he had never done what an ancient spirit incarnation should do and had always helped the beings of the world.
He knew no matter what he did, this mont would co, but for the sake of so-called freedom, he chose to resist.
"You are a part of , do not resist, return to Mountain Tu." The voice, cold yet serene, spoke, and the umbrella-bearer grunted in pain, then everything fell silent.
Consciousness extinguished, the umbrella-bearer’s face beca expressionless, his gaze imnsely cold, his black umbrella slipping silently from his hand.
At that mont, he was no longer the freedom-seeking umbrella-bearer but rather an incarnation of the ancient spirit, like Mo Shouhe and its ilk.
Without his own consciousness, he only acted according to the will of the ancient spirit of Mountain Tu.
The umbrella-bearer revealed his form, standing above the Nine Heavens, arms spread wide, causing all remaining beings on earth to feel their life force rapidly draining.
Xuanyuan Ya also sensed the anomaly, imdiately noticing the umbrella-bearer absorbing the earth’s vitality, his expression changing.
Mo Shouhe likewise saw this, a faint mocking smile on his lips, a tinge of disdain as he looked at the umbrella-bearer.
"All these years, and you still reached this point. How laughable." Mo Shouhe mocked.
Xuanyuan Ya said nothing, only sighing slightly. The umbrella-bearer had extended great kindness to the world. Without his aid, the ancient spirit of Mountain Tu might have descended long ago.
The umbrella-bearer was an indispensable part of all these events, yet now he had beco a puppet of the ancient spirit of Mountain Tu—a sad and lantable fate.
On the earth, the life force of the remaining beings converged towards the umbrella-bearer, bringing them once again to the brink of destruction.
As life continued pouring in, the umbrella-bearer’s form gradually faded, showing signs of dissolution.
Seeing this, Xuanyuan Ya’s heart missed a beat, realizing the ancient spirit of Mountain Tu could no longer wait and intended to forcibly resurrect itself by devouring the umbrella-bearer’s life force.
Not only the umbrella-bearer but also the colossal demon beast trapped in the void was gradually dissipating, with all its power and life force returning to the ancient spirit of Mountain Tu.
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