To slay an immortal on the path to ascension—such audacity sent tremors through the heavens, shaking the very firmament as if resonating with the will of the cosmos, leaving this realm in awe.
Upon the walls of the Imperial Pass, many watched the battle through ancient bone mirrors, their hearts stirred with both exhilaration and sorrow. Meng Tianzheng was fated to fall, yet in his final moments, he declared his resolve to slay an immortal. This was not just to mend regrets but also to protect the Imperial Pass, to expend his last ounce of strength.
“Kill!”
Above the firmament, a cataclysmic battle erupted.
Meng Tianzheng, his dual forms now merged, surged forward, fists blazing with immortal radiance. His power was peerless, his might transcendent—indistinguishable from a true immortal.
**Boom!**
A single punch sent the immortal reeling, shock flashing across his face.
How could this be? The immortal was stunned. This man was an anomaly, a paradox—had he truly achieved an alternate form of ascension?
**Boom!**
Meng Tianzheng clenched his fists, charging forth with relentless fury. Each strike shook the stars, his aura enveloping the entire starfield. Distant celestial bodies shattered under the force of his blows, their fragments igniting in the void.
Now, boundless radiance erupted from Meng Tianzheng’s body as he absorbed the power of the burning stars, drawing their shattered remnants toward him. His fists blazed with light as he hammered the immortal, unyielding even as his own knuckles bled and crimson trickled from his lips.
The immortal, too, was wounded. With a roar, he spat a mouthful of immortal blood, its corrosive power annihilating a vast swath of the cosmos. Yet Meng Tianzheng pressed on, undeterred by his injuries.
“Kill!”
Enraged, the immortal’s silver hair billowed like flames as he formed a divine seal, unleashing a terrifying ancestral technique. A tide of immortal light erupted from his hands, engulfing Meng Tianzheng.
Yet within that radiance, yin and yang energies swirled, dissolving the immortal runes and neutralizing the ancestral technique.
**Clang!**
Meng Tianzheng’s shattered bow reappeared—no longer a bow, but twin crescent blades, radiant with immortal light, sharp enough to split the heavens.
**Whoosh!**
One blade tore through the void, severing the fabric of space, its edge laced with the laws of the Great Dao. It struck the immortal, drawing a fountain of blood.
The silver-skinned immortal staggered, fury and disbelief warring within him. His flesh had been cut—something he had never imagined possible.
He had sought to shatter the weapon, sensing it bore Meng Tianzheng’s Dao fruit, nurtured within his divine embryo. Destroying it should have inflicted backlash.
Yet the blades seemed tempered by immortal energy, evolving alongside Meng Tianzheng—now akin to true immortal artifacts.
His first attempt failed. His arm was wounded, blood flowing freely.
Upon the Imperial Pass, the onlookers trembled.
Could he truly slay an immortal? This was myth beyond myth!
**Ssssh!**
Lines of Dao patterns etched across the immortal’s body—manifestations of his boundless potential and immortal power.
At this level, flesh and law were one. A mere collision of his body was a divine technique in itself.
Now, he gathered his strength, ancestral runes covering his form like an inscribed battle array.
**Boom!**
He lunged, eyes blazing like twin suns, intent on swiftly ending Meng Tianzheng.
But Meng Tianzheng had transformed. Immortal light surged from within him as gate after gate opened inside his body, unleashing power akin to a true immortal descending after centuries of cultivation.
How? The immortal was baffled. Even if Meng Tianzheng had transcended, how could he wield such strength during an alternate ascension?
**Boom!**
Meng Tianzheng erupted. The gates within him became founts of power, fueling the twin crescent blades as they slashed forward, radiant with immortal light.
This was his final resolve—his regret. His path of “Seeding the Self” had failed, forcing him to seal his divine embryo, a fragment of his Dao fruit and fleshly divinity still walking that road.
Now, merged, he sought to break through, unleashing his ultimate attack.
But his divine embryo had emerged too soon, damaging his Dao fruit and sealing his fate.
Especially after his bloody battle, slaying multiple supreme beings, he had missed his last chance to heal. There was no turning back.
**Clang!**
The Great Dao clashed. Meng Tianzheng was sent flying, blood spraying, grievously wounded. Yet the immortal, too, was bloodied, his flesh mangled by the crescent blades.
“Seeding the Self!”
The immortal stared at the glowing gates within Meng Tianzheng, recalling ancient legends. His expression darkened.
“You cannot be allowed to live!” He charged again, the battle reaching its zenith.
None had imagined Meng Tianzheng could fight an immortal to this extent. Even in death, he would be glorious.
**Thud!**
Meng Tianzheng’s body was pierced, his blood staining the stars as he was sent hurtling away.
The immortal, though bleeding, pursued, preparing a final strike.
But then—
The heavens roared. Immortal thunder drowned the cosmos, a blinding radiance swallowing the battlefield.
Meng Tianzheng was engulfed in immortal tribulation.
“He’s truly ascending!” The immortal recoiled, wary of the devastating lightning.
Alternate ascension meant bypassing tribulation, achieving immortal power without the heavens’ trial. Such beings were legends, scarcely seen in history.
Yet once power crossed that threshold, tribulation was inevitable.
Unless—
A rare few, trapped by circumstance, lingered in that liminal state. Meng Tianzheng could no longer maintain it. The tribulation had come.
Upon the Imperial Pass, all watched in awe. Was he truly becoming an immortal?
Then—
A black mist descended from the highest heavens, smothering the stars, draining all vitality.
What was happening?!
This was not the radiant, sacred ascension they had envisioned. Instead, deathly stillness spread, an eerie omen.
The tribulation still raged, but the black mist thickened.
Shi Hao shuddered, a terrible premonition gripping him. He recalled two names—Ye Qianyu and Mo Wudao—both who had neared immortality, only to fall.
In the ancient ruins of Immortal Ancient, Shi Hao had once captured the Void Heaven Vine, learning of Ye Qianyu’s fate.
In one era, Ye Qianyu had faced this very darkness during his tribulation—and was consumed.
Now, it was happening to Meng Tianzheng.
“No!” Shi Hao roared, desperate to warn him.
But the elder from the Immortal Academy held him back. It was too late.
**Boom!**
Immortal thunder struck, yet the black mist persisted.
“So it has come,” Meng Tianzheng sighed. “I shattered my bow, forced my Dao fruit into the world. My fate was sealed. The day of ascension is the day of death.”
Had he been whole, he might have endured.
Now, he only sought to fulfill his purpose—to touch immortality, if only for a moment.
But this black mist—this omen of doom—had arrived.
Perhaps even ascension was denied.
“Come, immortal!” Meng Tianzheng ignored the heavens, charging his foe.
The immortal’s expression twisted—a mix of longing and dread as he gazed at the mist.
“Slay!”
Meng Tianzheng roared, wreathed in immortal lightning, his power peaking as if he had truly ascended.
**Boom!**
The immortal coughed blood, staggering back.
The battle raged on—a clash of fates, of light and darkness, of a man defying the heavens even as they sought to claim him.
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