The final image was forever etched into the hearts of the people, unforgettable even after many years had passed.
That was the War God, a peerless hero of an era—gone, just like that, never to be seen again.
Immortal lightning rolled like thunder, immortal radiance surged like an ocean, and amidst it all, black mist spread, enveloping Meng Tianzheng. Falling stars rained down like meteors in that corner of the cosmos, and then—he vanished!
The ancient continent crumbled.
Meng Tianzheng, the one most likely to achieve immortality in this era, had cut short his own path by breaking through prematurely. In the final battle of guardianship, he struck down the Imperial Clan, slew countless supreme beings, and was unstoppable!
Yet, in the end, even heroes meet their demise.
With regret in his heart, he burned his own Dao, sacrificing his body to face the undying in a climactic battle—to make amends for his regrets!
The Imperial Pass fell silent, but he was no more. Bathed in the blood of the undying, he quelled chaos, pacified the borderlands, and his deeds shook the heavens!
A single battle forged his legend, yet his brilliance was accompanied by a funeral dirge.
“Great Elder!”
“Senior Meng!”
On the walls of the Imperial Pass, many cried out, tears streaming down their faces, mourning the loss of Meng Tianzheng. What a tragedy—a peerless genius, gone just like that.
How could anyone forget that invincible figure, that unparalleled brilliance?
This battle left an indelible mark on all who witnessed it.
His golden battle armor stained with blood, radiant and glorious, he struck down hordes of enemies, slaying undying beings, his might shaking the world. Yet, in the end, he listened to his own funeral song, embarking alone on a path to the unknown.
A road of no return—where did his body lie?
In the starry void, remnants of blood still burned, turning into blazing auroras that swallowed entire stars, transforming them into colossal fireballs.
Before his passing, Meng Tianzheng unleashed his killing intent, erasing all traces, ensuring that not even the bones or blood of the undying remained—utterly annihilated.
People watched, hearts heavy with sorrow and grief, as they gazed upon the dazzling flames.
For a fleeting moment, they seemed to see a towering figure once more, roaring across the heavens, commanding the winds and clouds, immortalized in the glory of battle!
“Senior!”
Shi Hao choked back tears, his voice thick with sorrow and anguish as he cried out—but nothing could be changed.
Meng Tianzheng had been his guardian, his guiding mentor, who had treated him like a cherished disciple. And now, he was gone.
Shi Hao roared, his voice piercing the sky, before finally letting out a defeated sigh.
On the walls of the Imperial Pass, wails and cries echoed, as if trying to summon the vanished War God back from the abyss.
“He’s not dead—he must still be alive!” someone insisted.
“What about the black mist? Where did it go?” Others wanted to search, to uncover the truth.
But they were stopped by the elders of the Immortal Academy. That was no ordinary mist—it was ominous, eerie. If it spread, they would all meet their doom.
Even the likes of Ye Qianyu, Mo Wudao, and the peerless Meng Tianzheng had been powerless against it.
“Farewell, old friend,” sighed an elder from the Sacred Academy, raising his voice in a final tribute.
He knew Meng Tianzheng could not have survived. He understood the nature of that sinister black mist—even if a body remained, the soul would be lost.
“A pity, Dao Brother. Had you not broken through prematurely, damaging your divine embryo and cutting short your path to life, perhaps that mysterious mist could not have claimed you,” Wang Changsheng mused.
**”Boom!”**
Suddenly, the depths of the starry void trembled violently, and a shadow drifted forth.
A wisp of mist descended from the heavens, landing in the borderlands, upon the great desert, attempting to seep into the Abyss.
**”Rumble!”**
The result was catastrophic.
An unseen force, hypersensitive to the mist, caused the Abyss to boil.
**”Sizzle!”**
In an instant, the highest point of the Abyss seemed to split open, as though an immortal gate had been unsealed—blinding radiance erupted, illuminating past, present, and future!
**”Boom!”**
Immortal power cascaded down, rules manifesting in endless streams, immortal light raining like a celestial storm, covering the Abyss.
People stood frozen in shock—what was happening?
Did it truly connect to the Immortal Realm? For they saw what appeared to be a gate opening, from which boundless immortal light surged.
Chains of order, dense and countless, all of the highest immortal-grade rules, wove together—forming a grand array, a seal, a force of absolute suppression, locking the Abyss and severing the two realms.
Faintly, the sound of ancient hymns could be heard.
As if a city were being built, or a wall erected, sealing that place for eternity.
When all finally settled, people gasped in astonishment—the area was now shrouded in mist, strands of chaotic energy seeping out, rendering it unrecognizable and impassable.
Someone attempted to send a magical artifact across.
It fell, repelled by an unseen barrier.
Before, only undying beings had been blocked, but now, the passage was sealed for all—none could cross.
It was as if an immortal wall now stood, dividing the two realms.
“The black mist triggered the highest laws of the Immortal Realm…” Wang Changsheng murmured, his gaze deep and unreadable.
“Sealed… forever?” someone whispered in horror.
“Somehow, it provoked a cataclysmic reaction, as though activating a supreme formation to lock this place away,” an elder from the Immortal Academy said.
A stele materialized amidst the chaotic mist, unnoticed unless one looked closely.
**”Whoosh!”**
Figures darted out from the Imperial Pass, rushing to inspect it.
“Immortal script.”
“It states that the passage is indeed sealed for eternity—no more crossing. But… once broken, billions of years from now, the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths will wither and perish.”
For this formation drew upon the very essence of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
It was a desperate measure—like drinking poison to quench thirst. When the seal shattered, so too would this world, drained of all vitality.
Everyone paled—this was dire news!
It meant the Imperial Pass would weaken over time, descending into an era of dwindling spiritual energy.
Year after year, even without invasion from the other realm, this world would fade, its essence siphoned away by the formation.
One day, this great world would reach its end.
Yet, a few rejoiced—for it meant no enemies would come for countless millennia. No more threats.
To them, as long as they lived in peace, what did it matter what came after? Their own lifetimes were enough.
“Hahaha… No more worries about the other realm! No more undying kings knocking at our gates in five hundred years—it’s sealed forever!” someone laughed.
“Silence!” a supreme being snapped.
“Peace for now. But in millions, billions of years, this ancient world will fall. At best, an era without cultivation. At worst—total annihilation,” an elder from the Sacred Academy sighed.
“Keep this hidden for now,” a supreme being commanded.
The implications were too great—it would shake the foundations of all cultivators.
Soon, the Imperial Pass erupted in celebration.
All they knew was that the war was over. For ages to come, no enemies would invade. The two realms were severed, sealed forever.
“At last, the war has ended!”
“Hahaha… We can go home!”
Cheers and tears of joy filled the air.
But Shi Hao stood in silence, his eyes clouded with sorrow and regret.
Was this truly the end?
Meng Tianzheng was gone. Huo Ling’er was lost in the other realm, now forever beyond reach.
For Shi Hao, this was unbearable.
“Ahhh—!” he roared, his black hair whipping wildly, his voice thick with grief and fury.
How could this be?
Though the war was won, the cost was too great. How could he ever make up for these losses?
He had been powerless to change Meng Tianzheng’s fate, but he swore to himself—one day, when he was strong enough, he would march into the other realm, slaughter all foes, and avenge the Great Elder!
But now, the two realms were severed.
Even if he reached those heights, crossing over would be impossible. Huo Ling’er was beyond salvation.
“I refuse to accept this!” Shi Hao howled. The divide meant he could never cross, never fight his way through.
“There will be a way,” an elder from the Immortal Academy said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.
With a heavy heart, Shi Hao turned away. The war was won, but he felt no joy—only loss.
His trials and battles in the borderlands had ended in bitterness.
Like it or not, the war was over. A new chapter had begun.
What was that black mist? Why had it triggered such a change? He pondered, wondering how he could ever breach the divide.
Shi Hao knew—that mist was terrifying. One day, when he reached that level, he would have to face it head-on.
“It’s over. No more conflict,” an elder from the Sacred Academy sighed.
“Perhaps. But if the ancient prophecies hold true… what of the darkest age? The great war of all realms is inevitable,” an elder from the Immortal Academy mused.
“Prophecies speak of what may be, not what must be,” Wang Changsheng said.
And so, the borderlands fell silent.
The war had ended.
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