Before the Heavenly Abyss, on the vast desert, Meng Tianzheng stood alone. A torrential rain of blood poured from the sky, but before it could reach the ground, it ignited into crystalline radiance thousands of feet above.
That was the blood of Supreme Beings, accompanied by celestial lamentations and other eerie phenomena. In this battle, he had slain countless powerhouses, annihilated Imperial Clans, and shaken both heaven and earth.
Especially now, as he stood there in silence, watching the blood of Supreme Beings fall from the sky, transforming into mist and dissipating into the endless void—it sent shivers down the spines of all who witnessed it.
What a glorious feat it was! A single battle had terrified the Supreme Beings of the foreign realm, forcing even the Imperial Clans to retreat in fear, their ranks shattered, their courage broken.
Now, only he remained, motionless, bathed in the crimson glow of falling blood, the scattered scarlet mists painting the heavens and earth in a sorrowful yet breathtaking hue.
Some sighed inwardly, mourning for Meng Tianzheng, feeling an overwhelming sense of regret. Would such a peerless genius truly vanish from this world?
After this battle, perhaps he would never be seen again!
As Wang Changsheng had bluntly stated, Meng Tianzheng had shattered his great bow, forcing his divine fetus and Dao fruit to emerge prematurely. Not only had he severed his own path to immortality, but he had also burned through his lifespan, his essence, his spirit—all of it was now dissipating.
Time was running out. That was why he had fought so fiercely, so recklessly, driving his enemies to terror, forcing them to flee.
The sun had been obliterated in the battle, yet light still lingered in the world. The misty glow flowed like a bloodied sunset on the horizon, hauntingly beautiful yet chillingly desolate.
A peerless hero was reaching his end!
This was a tragedy for the Imperial Pass, a sorrow for the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. That such a mighty figure would meet such a fate—his body perishing, his Dao extinguishing—was a lament that weighed heavily on all hearts.
“Rebuild the Imperial Pass!”
Meng Tianzheng spoke, his back turned to the fortress. His golden battle armor was stained with blood, shimmering with a crystalline brilliance—a testament to both his glory and his regret. His achievements had shaken the world, yet he was destined to die.
Now, his only concern was to swiftly restore the broken walls of the Imperial Pass, lest the foreign Supreme Beings return to breach its defenses once more.
If the city remained intact, fortified by immortal artifacts, it could hold firm, nearly impregnable.
The other Supreme Beings moved quickly, some stretching their hands into the void to gather the shattered remnants of stars destroyed in the battle.
The elders of the Immortal Academy, the ancient cultivators of the Sacred Academy, Wang Changsheng—all acted with solemn expressions.
On the walls of the Imperial Pass, as the truth of what had transpired spread, many sighed, their hearts heavy with sorrow.
“Elder!”
“Senior Meng Tianzheng!”
Some wore expressions of grief. Just moments ago, they had cheered in triumph. How could they have known that this victory would come at such a terrible cost? To annihilate the enemy, Meng Tianzheng had not only severed his own path to immortality but was now facing death itself.
How tragic! How unjust! They lamented for him, their hearts filled with anger and sorrow, cursing the heavens for envying such a hero.
Shi Hao, having just completed his tribulation, stood frozen, his nose stinging, his lips trembling with unspoken words.
Since arriving in the Nine Heavens, Meng Tianzheng had been his guardian, his guide. He had stood against the Wang Clan, clashed with the Jin Clan, led him to secret lands, and taught him the path of “Seeding the Self.” His kindness was boundless.
Without Meng Tianzheng, Shi Hao might never have reached this point so swiftly.
Meng Tianzheng had been a pioneer on the path of Seeding the Self, once coming within a hair’s breadth of success. He had passed on all his knowledge to Shi Hao without reservation, guiding him to hidden realms until he achieved his breakthrough.
And in recent years, Meng Tianzheng had saved his life time and again.
“Senior, I don’t want you to die. There must be a way!” Shi Hao choked, his voice breaking. For so long, he had never shed tears, but today, he could no longer hold them back.
He took out Enlightenment Tea Leaves, even retrieving divine herbs and immortal medicine fragments he had once gifted to Qing Yi and Cao Yusheng—anything that might help.
He wanted to save Meng Tianzheng, to keep him from death.
“Train well. You will go farther than I ever could, your path wider and longer.” Meng Tianzheng spoke calmly, still facing the Heavenly Abyss, his back to the Imperial Pass.
His eyes were deep, watching the abyss, deterring the foreign Supreme Beings, his gaze fixed upon the ocean of laws beyond.
None of the foreign Supreme Beings dared to cross. They had all retreated, too afraid to step forward.
Behind him, the people of the Imperial Pass worked tirelessly, refining star fragments to rebuild the fortress, restoring ancient formations from the Immortal Ancient Era.
Many grieved. The cost of this battle had been too great!
Within the Imperial Pass, nearly all the elder Supreme Beings had fallen. Those who had come from the Nine Heavens had suffered heavy casualties. After this battle, Supreme Beings had become even rarer.
This was the accumulation of an entire era, yet in a single battle, nearly all had perished.
The greatest sorrow was Meng Tianzheng. With his talent, his potential, he should have ascended to immortality. Yet now, he was to die, vanishing from the world.
In this battle, he had displayed unparalleled might, shaking the Borderlands.
But now, he was departing, to be buried in these desolate lands. All his glory would be condensed into a final war hymn, accompanying him into the grave.
Many eyes reddened with grief for him.
The sky was awash with scarlet mists, like the last embers of a dying sun.
Before the Imperial Pass, only Meng Tianzheng and Shi Hao remained standing, distant from the others.
Though death approached, he still stood at the forefront, blocking the foreign powerhouses, ensuring none dared cross the Heavenly Abyss.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a streak of chaotic light erupted, transforming into an indestructible divine spear, hurtling toward the back of Meng Tianzheng’s skull—a lethal strike!
It was sudden, shocking everyone in the Imperial Pass. A chill ran down their spines. This was an assassination attempt on Elder Meng Tianzheng!
“Watch out!”
“Senior!”
The chaotic spear, condensed into a radiant weapon, streaked forward, enveloped in Dao runes, mere inches from piercing Meng Tianzheng’s skull.
Bang!
At the critical moment, the spear froze in place, half a foot from its target, then shattered into countless fragments, exploding into divine flames.
“You should have waited a little longer. Only when I am truly weak would you have had a chance.” Meng Tianzheng turned, his heroic bearing tinged with weariness, yet still awe-inspiring.
Clearly, he had long sensed the presence of this Supreme Being lurking in the void, but had chosen not to act until now.
This Supreme Being, having fled back from the outer realms, had hidden in the void, biding his time to strike when Meng Tianzheng was at his weakest. But it was futile.
“Time is short. Once the Imperial Pass is rebuilt, my chance will be lost,” the Supreme Being sighed.
Meng Tianzheng said no more. He simply reached out with a single hand, invoking the Indestructible Scripture. His palm blotted out the sky, unstoppable, crushing all resistance.
No matter how the Supreme Being resisted, it was useless. All ancestral techniques crumbled, all Dao runes shattered.
With a sickening crunch, the foreign Supreme Being was seized. Meng Tianzheng slowly retracted his hand, then clenched his fist.
“Ah—!”
The Supreme Being’s scream echoed across the Borderlands, shaking the earth, sending yellow sand surging into the sky.
Amidst the blood and mist, the powerhouse was reduced to ashes, his body and soul annihilated.
The heavens manifested eerie phenomena—wailing spirits, blood-red skies.
Meng Tianzheng waved his right hand lightly, dispersing it all.
“Fellow Daoist, have you rested enough? Will you make your move?” Meng Tianzheng turned, his gaze falling upon a figure not far away.
There sat a being bound by chains of order, seated within a shattered Dao chessboard, his front drenched in blood from his own violent coughing.
Now, he looked haggard, his face pale.
This was the Imperial Clan cultivator Meng Tianzheng had suppressed earlier.
The crowd gasped. He had broken free?
“It seems I cannot hide from you. I was just freed from my shackles, and already you noticed,” the Imperial Clan Supreme Being sighed.
Clearly, the Supreme Being Meng Tianzheng had just slain had aided in his escape.
“My time is short. If I do not eliminate you before I depart, I will not rest easy,” Meng Tianzheng said bluntly. He intended to settle this before death, leaving no threats behind for the Imperial Pass.
“Hahaha…” The man laughed wildly, then suddenly stood, snapping all his chains. His body erupted in flames, his divine fire towering to the heavens, vast as an ocean. He lunged at Meng Tianzheng with his strongest attack, burning his life essence in a desperate bid to break through and escape into the Heavenly Abyss!
Boom!
The heavens split apart!
He attacked with madness.
Meng Tianzheng extended his arm, though his broken bow remained strapped to his back. Yet he mimed drawing it, and a divine arrow, radiant as an immortal sword, slashed through the world, severing eternity itself.
Thud!
Though he held no bow, an arrow still shot forth, towering to the skies, wielded like a celestial blade. With a single strike, it split the Imperial Clan member in two.
The man’s expression froze. The towering flames of his Dao halted abruptly as his body split down the middle, from brow to base.
Then, with a thunderous explosion, his body—including his primordial spirit—shattered, his Imperial Clan blood staining the void.
Boom!
Meng Tianzheng’s massive hand swept across the sky, gathering all the blood and bone, then hurled them into the Heavenly Abyss, where they burned fiercely.
Silence fell before the Imperial Pass.
On the desert, Meng Tianzheng stood quietly, gazing at the abyss, his back to the fortress. The evening wind howled, his armor clanging, his battle intent still soaring.
Yet his life was nearing its end. Beneath the blood-red twilight, in the whispering wind, he spent his final moments.
A glorious battle. A single man had terrified all the foreign Supreme Beings, carving out peace. Now, none dared cross the Heavenly Abyss. Such was his might.
But after reaching the pinnacle of glory, eternal darkness awaited.
Meng Tianzheng stood motionless at the border, his body like stone, a statue of a war god.
“Senior!”
“Don’t die!”
Behind him, wails of grief rose, honoring him as their deity of war.
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