The chanting of the scriptures was grand and peculiar. At first, it resonated like the solemn tones of the Dao, carrying an air of serenity. But as it progressed, it turned eerie, accompanied by the wails of ghosts and howls of spirits.
*Whoosh!*
A fierce gale swept in from all directions, converging toward the abyss of darkness, gathering near that altar as ghostly shadows multiplied.
Then, the mysterious altar levitated, floating of its own accord before hovering above the abyss, bobbing in the void.
Hundreds of elders grew excited, bowing in reverence before chanting the scriptures even more devoutly, as if summoning something.
“What are the Grand Elders doing?” Shi Hao asked, finding the scene bizarre. The surroundings had changed, becoming sinister and terrifying, as if they had descended into the depths of the Netherworld.
At this moment, the Immortal King’s Bloodstained Banner fluttered violently like a war flag, guarding the area. Outside, a chilling wind howled, and blood rain began to fall—a truly horrifying sight.
“They’re reciting the Soul-Summoning Scripture!” The Grand Elder’s expression turned grave. This was highly unusual. Did these foreign invaders intend to resurrect something?
That shouldn’t be possible. Death was final—nothing could return from it.
Moreover, so much time had passed, an entire epoch. How could anyone be revived after all this? It defied reason!
If such a being truly existed, capable of defying the heavens, it would overturn countless fundamental truths of cultivation and shatter all conventional wisdom!
“Heroic Spirits!” The Grand Elder’s eyes turned cold, his divine light surging as he brandished the war banner stained with Immortal King’s blood, swinging it with immense force.
Because at that very moment, countless indistinct figures emerged, charging toward him with clawed hands—each one exuding terrifying power.
These so-called Heroic Spirits were the remnants of fallen warriors, mere fragments of their shattered souls.
Some beings had been so powerful in life that even in death, they left behind traces of their existence. Nourished by the yin energy of the battlefield, these fragments refused to fade entirely.
Now, the foreign elders were summoning these spirits, gathering the remnants of their souls—but to what end?
Logically, it was meaningless. Even if assembled, they would only dissipate, perhaps even be obliterated entirely. There was no chance of resurrection.
What was lost would remain lost!
These were the foreign realm’s Heroic Spirits. That so many had fallen here was an unknown tragedy—proof of how devastating the battle had been, how great a loss the foreign realm had suffered!
*”Roar—”*
A deep growl echoed as flames surged, shaking the entire ancient battlefield.
Eight radiant orbs rose from the battlefield, each positioned in a different direction. They converged, surrounding a particularly sacred and dazzling flame as it advanced toward the abyss.
“Hmm?”
The Grand Elder, Meng Tianzheng, was shocked. This Heroic Spirit was sacred, its soul flame pure and brimming with yang energy—something unheard of. Could resurrection truly be possible?
Normally, Heroic Spirits were shrouded in yin energy.
But this one not only radiated yang energy but was also overwhelmingly divine—unprecedented!
*Whoosh!*
Without hesitation, Meng Tianzheng unfurled the Immortal King’s Bloodstained Banner and hurled it toward the radiant orbs with tremendous force.
Undoubtedly, eight exceptionally powerful Heroic Spirits were escorting a mysterious one, seeking to return to the foreign realm.
“You dare!”
The elders before the altar roared in fury, their expressions darkening. A terrifying force erupted from their ranks as a pot materialized, blocking the overwhelming power of the Bloodstained Banner.
The Refining Immortal Pot!
For the sake of a mere remnant soul, they had deployed such a supreme artifact—proof of how seriously the foreign realm took this!
The Grand Elder retrieved the banner, standing firm as he silently observed.
“Supreme Ancestor Luomo!”
At that moment, the elders before the altar kowtowed, their faces alight with fervor, some even weeping as they prostrated themselves.
Upon the altar, a withered, lifeless, and shattered eyeball had been placed—utterly decayed.
Yet, as the sacred soul flame approached, the desiccated orb twitched, then began to glow.
With a *whoosh*, the flame surged into the eyeball, unleashing a terrifying ripple of power that shook all living beings at the border of the Great Scarlet Heaven!
The aura was overwhelming, unparalleled—as if it could annihilate the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, obliterating the cosmos itself!
Fortunately, it lasted only briefly before receding. The eyeball now gleamed, expanding until it loomed thousands of feet high—a colossal mountain of flesh!
It was staggering—how enormous was this eye?
One could only imagine how much more immense it would have been in its prime, had its vitality not been extinguished.
“I knew it! Ancestor Luomo must have left behind a Heroic Spirit—and now we’ve found it!” The elders kowtowed in ecstasy.
“A mere remnant soul, destined to fade. Summoning me back is futile.”
The soul’s fluctuations were clear—it was incomplete, its will no longer as indomitable as before. Otherwise, it might not have deigned to acknowledge them at all.
In the distance, the Grand Elder shuddered, his mind reeling. He had heard of Luomo—a supreme ancient ancestor of the foreign realm, no weaker than Anlan or Yutuo!
It was terrifying. Had such an ancestor truly fallen here? Historical records made no mention of it—at least, none from the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
Who had slain him?!
“Ancestor Luomo, we sought you to learn of the past, to gauge the strength of those who acted then. Soon, our realm will march upon this world—we must prepare!” one elder declared fervently, staring at the massive eye.
Luomo—a supreme ancestor who had fallen here, slain by an unknown hand. This was an event of monumental significance!
Shi Hao, Da Xutuo, Cao Yusheng, and the others were stunned.
“My opponent perished. None who fought me escaped unscathed,” the eye declared. Its lingering will was astonishing—it still remembered the past.
This sent chills down Shi Hao’s spine. Even the Grand Elder, Meng Tianzheng, sighed—such supreme beings were truly fearsome!
“We must know everything. Other incidents occurred in two other regions—we must assess the strength of those involved,” an elder pressed.
“Hmph. You already know their origins. If you wish to measure their depths, so be it,” the eye responded telepathically.
The elders before the altar trembled with excitement. A supreme ancestor, normally beyond their reach, was now conversing with them!
“Supreme Ancestor, enlighten us!”
“There is nothing to enlighten. Anlan and Yutuo must have deduced that a sealed ancient realm exists here, its barrier unstable. Today, it may open. Seek your answers within.” Luomo’s voice was weary. “My awakening means my final dissipation.”
In the distance, Shi Hao and the others remained silent, not daring to interfere. This was too surreal—a supreme being’s remnant soul, once invincible, now speaking from beyond death.
“We cannot cross realms. We lack the means to open it,” an elder admitted.
“Tch. Even in death, I am but a pawn to Anlan and Yutuo,” Luomo sneered.
Finally, he sighed. “How fares my lineage?”
“They thrive, remaining among the strongest clans, ever under Yutuo Ancestor’s protection,” came the reply.
“Very well. Though I lack strength now, perhaps I can still open the way—my final act.” Luomo’s tone was self-mocking. His descendants were “protected,” but also under another’s thumb.
“Thank you, Ancestor! Yutuo seeks to uncover the past, to retrieve something—to repair that great weapon!” an elder explained.
“I understand.”
Once a supreme being, now reduced to a shattered eyeball and fragments of a soul—powerless, save for the lingering aura of his former glory.
*Boom!*
Yet even so, his presence was overwhelming—as if the ancient ancestor had returned!
The eye glowed, then bled, its surface cracking. Each drop of blood scorched space and warped time.
As the eye shattered and the soul dispersed, it transformed into intricate runes—coordinates and mystical sigils. With a deafening explosion, they surged from the abyss, hurtling toward the border of the Great Scarlet Heaven.
The so-called border was a realm of chaos!
*Boom!*
The eye was no more, its immortal blood carrying the runes as they pierced the chaos, seeking a hidden coordinate—to unseal an ancient realm!
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