Across the vast desert, a crisp and melodious bell chime echoed from the horizon, enchanting to the ear.
Yet, to the defenders of the Imperial Pass, it sounded like a soul-reaping dirge from the depths of the Netherworld!
Every warrior atop the pass felt their scalp tighten, their hair standing on end as if weighed down by a thousand pounds, threatening to tear their skin away. A chill ran from their heads to their toes.
An Immortal King was crossing the border—who could stand against him?
The sound came from a war chariot, its chime neither loud nor imposing, yet it resonated clearly across the desert, piercing through the Imperial Pass and reaching every ear.
The name An Lan shook the heavens—what cultivator in this world could rival him?
This was no idle boast. His reputation was forged in blood, built upon the corpses of countless mighty warriors, a legend that shook the past and illuminated the present, sweeping across the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths!
In the past, there had been those who could fight him, but in the end, they all fell, buried in the last epoch, their blood soaking the yellow earth.
An Lan—his might shook the world, his name cowed all under heaven, unrivaled through the ages, crushing all challengers.
“A pity! Back then, the Immortal Kings of our Nine Heavens were outnumbered. Had they faced him one-on-one, perhaps this war chariot would not have appeared in this epoch.”
An old man murmured softly, his voice lacking conviction.
The desert stretched endlessly, the ancient war chariot still distant, not yet beneath the Abyss of Heaven, invisible to the naked eye—yet now it appeared vividly before everyone.
The golden-backed aurochs, massive and majestic, exuded an aura of chaos, its horns gleaming like gold. It pulled the war chariot at a steady pace, its surface marred by the scars of ancient battles, like a living chronicle of legendary wars.
Each hoofbeat struck like a hammer upon the hearts of those in the Imperial Pass.
The chime of the bell drifted across the desert—An Lan had emerged, crossing the borderlands!
“Immortal King!”
The cry shook heaven and earth!
A vast army, black as a flood, stretched beyond sight, their numbers uncountable.
The entire desert trembled!
At this moment, who could stop An Lan? Who could stand in his way?
The defenders of the Imperial Pass felt as though plunged into an icy abyss. The mere presence of An Lan’s chariot was enough to make all living beings beneath the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths tremble—who could possibly oppose him?
“What of the blood oath?” someone on the wall demanded, though their voice quivered. “When we handed over Shi Hao, they swore a blood oath! Why do they now dare to cross? Do they not fear the karmic retribution?”
“Blood oath? The Jin Clan only sought to eliminate dissent—their selfishness ruined everything. It’s clear now that the other side never truly swore any oath!” another voice growled in fury.
From the opposing side, a mighty being responded, mocking the defenders. A silver-skinned creature with three heads and six arms sneered, “Would our king swear an oath so lightly? You are but ants—unworthy of his attention or response.”
The cruel words drained the color from the faces of many in the Jin Clan, fearing the wrath they might incite.
“The blood essence of a fallen quasi-king was burned—a waste, truly,” another powerful being added.
It was clear—that quasi-king had been near the level of an Immortal King in life, or else his death would not have caused such celestial phenomena.
Yet, these words were nothing but humiliation. Not a single drop of a true Immortal King’s blood had been offered!
“This is too much!” someone on the wall snarled through gritted teeth.
In the end, they lacked the strength to resist. Had a true immortal been present, they could have discerned the truth of the oath—but they had been deceived.
“Ants need not be deceived—just crushed,” a silver-skinned immortal being from the other side declared coldly.
Though he stood far across the desert, his disdain for the Nine Heavens radiated across the distance, filling the defenders with humiliation.
The bell chimed softly as the golden-backed aurochs pulled the chariot forward, its approach suffocating.
From beginning to end, no sound came from within the chariot—no words, no acknowledgment. As if the world, its countless lives, its glories and sorrows, meant nothing to him.
At last, the chariot neared the heart of the Abyss of Heaven.
Here, the aurochs slowed, its hooves meeting immense resistance.
“Today, we fight for the heavens!”
A roar erupted from the Abyss—a group of aged warriors, their voices shaking mountains and rivers, filled with tragic resolve.
Then, a city appeared, suspended in the sky, casting a vast shadow over the land. It blazed with boundless light, pressing downward with overwhelming force.
“That city—the legends speak of it… the true Imperial City!” elders on the wall whispered in awe.
A tide of annihilating power surged forth!
The city shone with immortal radiance, its symbols of the Dao terrifying beyond measure, shaking past, present, and future, illuminating the entire world!
An Lan moved—for the first time, he acted.
From the chariot, a hand emerged, slow yet unstoppable, reaching toward the heavens.
**BOOM!**
Countless immortal symbols descended, chaos shattered, and annihilating force erupted—yet the hand remained unharmed. A single palm held up the entire ancient city!
That hand possessed the power to prop up the heavens!
Unshaken, it withstood the full might of the Primordial Imperial City, its immortal light unable to repel it.
The city could not suppress him—it was held at bay!
What now? The heroes of the Imperial Pass shuddered. Even the legendary city could not halt An Lan’s advance!
“The city stands with us, the city falls with us—kill!”
On the ancient walls, several elders roared in defiance, clutching burning bones—remnants of immortal beings.
They would perish together!
**BOOM!**
The city blazed, a colossal beam of light shooting into the heart of the Abyss, unleashing boundless immortal might.
On the wall, Shi Hao stood silent, his heart wrenching in agony. He knew—the last surviving king of the Seven Kings had acted, mustering the city’s power to resist An Lan.
**”RUMBLE!”**
The Abyss of Heaven ignited, immortal energy transforming into flames, merging with its ancient runes.
Divine laws of the Dao descended like heavenly spears, unstoppable, slaying gods and demons alike, eradicating all in their path!
Then, five edicts materialized behind An Lan, their radiance illuminating the cosmos. They surged upward, sealing the heavens, locking the earth, exuding an aura of invincibility!
The world itself seemed to tremble, as if being reforged.
The five edicts, each bearing the aura of an Immortal King, clashed against the Abyss, their power unrivaled across time!
For a moment, all was light and ruin, a battle beyond mortal comprehension, destined to be recorded as the most cataclysmic event in history!
Then—silence.
Chaos reigned, obscuring all vision.
When clarity returned, the desert remained, untouched.
An Lan’s might was absolute—none of the destruction had spilled beyond the heavens. The enemy army stood unharmed.
But on the side of the Nine Heavens, despair took root.
For not only An Lan, but five other Immortal Kings had joined forces against the supreme laws of the Abyss.
Now, the Abyss lay still, as if frozen in time.
The five edicts hovered, unmoving.
An Lan’s hand held the city aloft, the world suspended in a single moment.
At the city’s heart, a beam of light pierced eternity, fused with the Abyss—also motionless.
All was still.
The world seemed at peace.
But all knew—this stalemate would break. And when it did, the heavens would shatter, and an era would end.
On the Imperial Pass wall, a group of children wept silently, gazing at the floating city. They knew its fate.
These children had sensed the city’s distress earlier, crying out in terror, begging to be brought here.
Now, they stood witness.
“Elders…” they whispered through tears.
Though young, they understood—today was farewell.
“AHHH—!”
On the city walls, a one-armed elder roared. Frail and withered, he seemed towering in that moment.
He and others clutched burning bones, hurling themselves at An Lan’s hand like moths to flame, seeking to disrupt the balance with their lives.
“Grandfather!”
“One-armed Grandfather!”
The children wailed, their cries tearing at the heart.
These elders were not their kin by blood, but in spirit, they were family—strict yet loving, their devotion unwavering.
Crippled by unbreakable curses, they had endured, never forsaking their ancestors’ oath.
They would fight to the last, until their blood ran dry.
None on the wall remained unmoved.
Shi Hao’s vision blurred as he watched the elders—white-haired, scarred, and bloodied—roar their defiance to the world.
**POOF!**
Like bloody fireworks, their bodies shattered in a fleeting, tragic brilliance.
Their sacrifice could not move that colossal hand.
The bones they carried exploded, scattering like embers.
Their lives burned bright, their blood a final testament—then they were gone.
“Grandfather!”
“No! Grandfather!”
The children’s cries echoed across the wall, their grief uncontainable.
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