Ch. 997 - Great Battle At Immortal Extinction

“My lord, shall we attack?” someone asked.

Death God Qin waved his hand and replied faintly with a single word, “Wait.”

Everything quieted down again.

Within the Immortal Extinction Sacred Ground, they too seemed to sense something and did not send anyone forward to ask.

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Tens of thousands of years ago, the progenitor Extinction Emperor emerged.

In the struggle for Heaven's Will, he slew the most promising contender of that era, the Jade Cauldron Immortal, thereby seizing the imperial throne.

Afterward, he declared that immortals were nothing special.

Mortals longed for immortals, believing them to be incomparably powerful, always riding immortal cranes, carefree and unfettered.

All the beauty of the world seemed to be described with the word “immortal.”

Yet Extinction Emperor, having cut down an immortal to rise, created his own mountain sect, the Immortal Extinction Sacred Ground.

Thirty thousand years later, Ancient Emperor sought the way of cultivation through the long history of hundreds of thousands of years.

He combed through the Legendary Era, the Desolate Era, and the Imperial Era, finally creating the Ancient Scripture, opening the path of the Ancient Dao, and cultivating to become an emperor.

At that time, the Immortal Extinction Sacred Ground was in full glory. Everyone thought it had already reached its peak as a colossal force.

But that was merely the beginning of its true rise.

Ten thousand years later, the Tribulation Emperor emerged, having endured countless tribulations, experiencing every form of suffering in the world.

Life is a sea of bitterness, and we are but struggling in that sea, hoping to glimpse the far shore, only to meet death in the end.

Everyone’s final destination is death.

This was the philosophy of the Tribulation Emperor. His way was not to resist the sea of suffering, but to embrace it.

He enjoyed every tribulation of life: birth, aging, sickness, death, love, hatred, sorrow, joy. He even risked his life to challenge heavenly tribulations, nearly perishing within them.

In two words, his life was “unyielding fate.”

After enduring countless disasters without dying, he ultimately proved the Dao and became emperor.

Ten thousand years after the Tribulation Emperor, the Primal Emperor burst forth.

He walked out from the ancient sighs of history, as though to welcome the light of the future, striding across an era.

Becoming emperor was but a stop along his journey.

The Primal Emperor was deeply mysterious. Even after attaining emperorship and becoming widely known, little about him was understood.

Some said he was a descendant of certain beings from the Legendary Era, but such rumors were unverified.

Before the contest for Heaven's Will, the Primal Emperor was utterly unknown.

Among the world’s prodigies and geniuses, his name was never mentioned.

Even in the rankings of the top ten emperor candidates before the Heaven's Will struggle, he was absent.

He quietly descended into the world, cultivated in the Immortal Extinction Sacred Ground for ten thousand years, and when he emerged, he was invincible.

This was the story of the Primal Emperor, short, very short…

A sect with five Grand Emperors, with three of them arising in succession, showed just how powerful the Immortal Extinction Sacred Ground was.

Even the progenitor Extinction Emperor likely never imagined that his sect would grow into such an existence.

Of course, the Primal Emperor was not the end of the story, for ten thousand years later, another man would conclude this tale.

His imperial title was the White Emperor.

Does true innate knowledge exist in this world? People always attach a question mark to this phrase. But perhaps the White Emperor was the best answer.

At his birth, countless auspicious clouds gathered, visions filled the heavens, jade palaces manifested, and boundless spiritual energy flooded toward him.

At the center of his brow was a naturally formed Dao Wheel.

The world marveled that he was born with the bearing of an emperor.

And reality did not disappoint expectations.

Unlike the obscurity of the Primal Emperor, the White Emperor was invincible from the moment of his birth.

From youth, he swept aside all opposition, unmatched.

According to reliable records, in his lifetime, the White Emperor fought 380,000 battles.

He never lost a single one.

The truth of this number was never questioned, for no one had ever heard of him being defeated.

From birth, he left his peers ten thousand miles behind, a lone rider at the forefront.

This was the Immortal Extinction Sacred Ground, a colossal titan spanning the river of time.

……………

At this moment, after long silence, a figure stepped out of the Immortal Extinction Sacred Ground.

“I wonder, why have you all come to my Immortal Extinction Sacred Ground?” the figure asked calmly.

He wore a long white robe, white as frost.

On it was inscribed a symbol of slaughter.

The figure was a middle-aged man, with jade-like features, strikingly handsome, and a high nose bridge.

His gaze was clear and tranquil.

This man was none other than the current Sacred Lord of the Immortal Extinction Sacred Ground, Feng Tianya.

“Master Feng, it has been a long time,” Death God Qin said with a slight smile.

“You Dark Primordials still survive, yet instead of hiding like turtles, you’ve come to my sect. What do you intend?” Feng Tianya said faintly.

“We come under orders. Today is the day of your sect’s destruction. Why waste words?” Death God Qin replied.

“Then you underestimate my Immortal Extinction Sacred Ground,” Feng Tianya said. “We do not wish to oppose Holy Son Xu, but if he insists, we are not afraid.”

As Feng Tianya’s voice fell, clapping echoed.

From the front, the dense crowd parted, and accompanied by Lin Ruhu and Little Gui, Xu Zimo slowly stepped forward.

“Master Feng’s words resonate with me,” Xu Zimo said with a smile.

“Not fearing trouble, but never provoking it. So I ask, where is your sect’s Holy Son? Let him come meet me.”

“Changhen is in seclusion. I fear you will be disappointed,” Feng Tianya replied.

“Then I won’t mince words,” Xu Zimo said. “Just now, you said you did not wish to oppose me. Then what of Lu Changhen’s recent deeds? Did I misunderstand? Was he not claiming to be the foremost under heaven, to eradicate demons and uphold the Dao? Why is he now hiding like a turtle?”

“I don’t know about that. When Changhen emerges, I will have him apologize to you. How about it?” Feng Tianya said.

“No need. Since I came today, even if I must force my way in, I will see him,” Xu Zimo replied. “If your Sacred Ground wishes to stop me, you may try.”

As his words fell, the tens of thousands behind him surged with power, their combined aura shaking the heavens.

Feng Tianya remained unmoved, his eyes narrowing slightly as he replied, “Do you truly look down upon my Immortal Extinction Sacred Ground, boy?”

“You are only fit to be trampled beneath my feet,” Xu Zimo said coldly.

His words stirred fury. From within the immortal mountain, countless powerful auras erupted into the sky.

The vast fog was pierced, and the heavens roiled with storm and fury.

The entire immortal mountain trembled.

“Bring out your ancestors. Let’s not waste time,” Xu Zimo said with a smile.

The outcome of a battle is decided by the highest powers.

As a sect with five Grand Emperors, the number of old ancestors of the Immortal Extinction Sacred Ground was naturally not small.

Even the war generals under the five Grand Emperors could not be ignored.

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