A mountain, a plant, and the wailing of countless spirits!
Each plant was enormous, growing atop the peaks, each bearing a blooming bud that harbored living beings. Now, as if resurrected from ancient times, they surged forth together.
The sight was terrifying yet extraordinary—creatures emerging from the flowers, swarming across the mountains like the gates of hell had been thrown open, unleashing demons and ghosts alike!
“Roar—!”
They broke free from the blossoms, their bodies agile like divine apes leaping into battle.
These creatures exuded astonishing ferocity, each with a different form—thousand-legged divine insects, hundred-winged raptors, scale-less ghostly dragons—all savage and vicious.
Half of them took humanoid shapes, wielding divine weapons that split the heavens like comets streaking across the sky, illuminating the world!
The sheer violence of it all set the land ablaze with chaos!
The earth shattered instantly, the sheer pressure alone leaving everyone stunned. How could they fight against such monstrous beings, and in such numbers? It was enough to shake the heavens and the earth.
“Kill!”
They couldn’t just wait for death. Everyone fought desperately, determined to make their voices heard and unleash their strongest battle intent, even if it meant falling in battle.
**Boom!**
Just as despair gripped them all, a blinding divine radiance erupted in the void, sweeping across the world with unparalleled sharpness.
It was an immortal weapon—vague in form, resembling a halberd or a spear—terrifying beyond measure. With a single tremor, divine light surged forth, striking down countless powerful creatures from the sky!
It was unbelievable. How could a single weapon suppress so many ancient beings strong enough to shake the world?
“It’s the **Dao Vessel of the Great Path**!” Princess Yao Yue exclaimed.
The so-called immortal weapon was a projection condensed from the Dao Vessel, manifesting from its surface to suppress all enemies!
In that moment, the mountains trembled. Every plant was struck, and the terrifying flower buds were nearly shattered. Countless creatures suffered fatal blows.
The scene was shocking—unimaginable that a single strike could bring such devastation.
“Roar—!” Many creatures howled in fury, their faces twisted with rage. Though many survived the fall, they only grew more ferocious.
The Dao Vessel trembled again, condensing another projection—this time, an immortal sword. It shot through the void like lightning, cutting down enemies in all directions with relentless precision.
“Is this real? It feels like a dream!” Lü Tuo muttered. He wasn’t the only one—even Shi Hao and the others felt a sense of unreality.
“Kill—!”
The battlefield erupted with war cries. On the ground and atop the peaks, countless fearless creatures charged into the sky to oppose the immortal weapon.
Armored warriors covered the land, their numbers seemingly endless.
People noticed something strange—even the heavens had changed. Dark clouds blotted the sky, rain poured in torrents, gales roared, and thunder crashed as if the apocalypse had arrived.
And all of this happened in an instant!
It was unnatural, as if time and space had fractured, thrusting them into another realm.
“This must be a reenactment of events from the Immortal Ancient Era. What we’re seeing may not be happening now—even our divine vision is being deceived!” the Banished Immortal murmured.
“Not entirely illusory—these are real imprints, recorded in this ancient land, carved into the mountains!” a powerful cultivator from the Immortal Academy declared.
“The power of time!” the Ten Crown King suddenly roared, brandishing the sapling of the World Tree.
Everyone else sensed it too, retreating in horror as a wave of temporal energy surged forth. Fragments of time swirled violently, threatening to engulf them all.
“This… is terrifying! Are we being dragged into the past?”
“So that’s it!”
Panic spread as they finally understood.
All of this was either a replay of history or a fracture in time—a temporal cycle meant to trap them.
Once inside, none would survive.
“What kind of terrifying power is this? A temporal trap to ensnare us—how can we resist?”
Those creatures, those plants—all were ancient imprints now resurfacing. If they were pulled in, they’d relive the battles of the past.
At their current strength, they wouldn’t last a single breath.
“Killing with imprints of the past—such methods are beyond comprehension!”
When the chaos subsided, the mountains spewed black smoke, revealing their true forms—the aftermath of an ancient war.
“Retreat, now!”
Someone shouted a warning.
The mountains were cracking, collapsing. From beneath the earth emerged a colossal plant—or rather, a massive root system connecting all the peaks.
What they had seen earlier were historical imprints—each mountain’s plant was an offshoot of this mother root.
In ancient times, it had birthed countless creatures, serving as a nest. Now, only the roots remained.
This was the peculiarity of the Otherworld!
**Swish!**
It moved, breaking free from the earth, its roots ensnaring the Dao Vessel!
**Sizzle!**
The vessel blazed, scorching the roots, turning swathes of them to ash.
Yet the vessel itself trembled. Something inside awakened, sending out a divine will—an irresistible temptation that reached every mind.
“I need precious blood to nourish the nest. In return, I shall grant you immortality!”
Though seductive, the voice was domineering.
Some twisted in agony, unable to resist. A few even slit their wrists, offering their blood in sacrifice.
It was horrifying—utterly uncontrollable!
The mother root writhed, its scorched parts withering while others grew wildly, stretching outward, thirsting for blood.
But its reach was limited. Beyond a certain distance, its tendrils exploded into dust.
“Bring me the strongest blood of all clans!” the voice from the vessel demanded.
The mother root—the nest—acted as its conduit. The voice’s will was overwhelming, forcing many to stagger toward the mountains.
“Why must this be?”
At the most critical moment, an aged sigh echoed, snapping everyone out of their trance.
The Dao Vessel glowed, its surface patterns sharpening into a humanoid figure. The carving stepped free, wielding a sword that unleashed a sea of flames, reducing the roots to ash.
“You were supposed to be dead! How… a remnant remains?!” the trapped being within the vessel roared in despair.
“I slaughtered your armies long ago. I never thought a fragment of the mother root survived, recovering to this extent. Had I not left a trace behind, you might have overturned the heavens.”
**Boom!**
The figure burned like a torch, its sword igniting an inferno that consumed the mother root.
“No!”
The vessel shook violently as its prisoner struggled—its hope of escape now dashed.
“You shall perish. Your kind will serve as nourishment for the Heavenly Seed, bringing it to perfection.”
Hearing this, everyone shuddered. The royal bloodline of the Otherworld, reduced to fertilizer for a seed?
What kind of seed required such nourishment? Who was behind this?
The figure faded, ignoring the questions.
“Ancestor!” a red-furred creature cried.
Beside him, Dugu Yun’s expression darkened, his thoughts turbulent.
The figure paid them no mind, dismissing them as insignificant.
“Who… are you aiding? You’re not of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths!” the trapped royal snarled.
“You need not concern yourself. Someone will come to harvest the seed.”
“Are you… from that ancient path?” Dugu Yun trembled.
“These matters are beyond you. This epoch nears its end. Fight if you must, but this place holds no fortune for the likes of you.”
In the distance, Shi Hao, Wang Xi, the Banished Immortal, and the others stood grim-faced, their minds reeling.
“What role did my ancestors truly play?” Dugu Yun demanded, his voice thick with dread.
In ancient times, golden-blooded beings were the guardians of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, fighting to the death.
Yet Dugu Yun had seen his own blood turn black, witnessed horrors in the Primordial Ancient Mine that shattered his beliefs.
Now, he suspected this figure shared origins with his ancestors.
“Fallen into the mortal dust, like me… there’s no point in dwelling on it. Prepare for the calamity.”
With that, the figure dissipated, returning to the vessel’s surface.
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