Heaven Slaying Blade

The six Great Saints exchanged glances and saw a trace of joyous surprise in each other's eyes. Under the protection of the Monkey and the final-stage assistance of Chu Mo... they themselves hadn't expected that they would all survive to reach this stage!

Although these towering figures didn't seem to take them seriously, with the Monkey and Chu Mo present, they would never dare attack them!

In other words, they had essentially already succeeded in securing their names on the Investiture of the Gods!

They were about to transcend the Three Realms, beyond the Five Elements!

The Monkey ventured into the Far Ancient Wargrounds driven by an unyielding resolve, longing for another encounter with the Supreme and the Buddha, yearning to help them. But the six Great Saints entered the Far Ancient Wargrounds purely for the sake of godhood!

Of course, they envied the natural talents of Chu Mo and the Monkey, who could aspire to the ancestral realm. In this world, not every being is blessed with such gifts. Many things cannot be achieved simply by effort—they may not yield rewards proportional to your striving.

They had already given up pondering when they might successfully step into the ancestral realm. After all, what sentient being does not desire immortality? For them, securing a place on the Investiture of the Gods had become their sole option and pursuit.

Fortunately, they had a brother like the Monkey, one who would risk his life for them, and a loyal, righteous friend like Chu Mo.

Sky Patriarch said, "At this point, I think all we need to do is wait."

Luo Lan nodded. "If slaughter can be avoided, who would choose it?"

Qian Qiu and Qing Gu smiled faintly but said nothing.

Of everyone present, not a single one bore little bloodstain in their past.

Of course, they wouldn't mock Luo Lan either, for what Luo Lan said was true. Meaningless killing was not their intent.

The Monkey said, "Those who have made it this far, even cultivators in the Great Saint Realm, must possess remarkable abilities. So, while it appears only one remains, within this boundless universe, erasing that last one... won't be so easy."

As he spoke, a faint wave of energy flickered and disappeared.

Everyone momentarily froze.

Chu Mo's eyes instantly erupted with twin beams of divine light, and his figure vanished in an instant.

Within the spiritual sea of the group's collective senses, Chu Mo's frosty voice resounded: "This slaughter, leave it to me!"

The moment that energy wave appeared, Chu Mo had already detected it. That wave belonged to Patriarch Jiu Lie!

No matter how deep Jiu Lie's grudge with Chu Mo might run, his enmity with the entire Luotian Imperial Clan... was far greater!

Years ago, during the ambush against the Imperial Clan's old ancestor, which caused his tribulation to fail, Jiu Lie had played a significant role behind the scenes. Although Chu Mo wasn't sure why Jiu Lie, having fled long ago, would dare to return only to flee again, none of that mattered—for killing him would settle everything!

One newly ascended into the ancestral realm, an unparalleled Heavenly Genius; the other, a figure who achieved the Great Dao years ago but suffered crippling injuries, now on the brink of falling back to the Great Saint Realm. In such a clash, Jiu Lie was doomed to lose!

It was an unquestionable truth!

Even before attaining the Great Dao, Chu Mo had relied on his peak Great Saint combat prowess to utterly crush such injured titans.

Jiu Lie himself had reached a feeling of utter helplessness. He had never expected the Hundred Masters List to shrink so quickly to only fifty-one people.

Previously, his plan had been to present Patriarch Canglan's severed head to Chu Mo, hoping to at least ease the immense cause-and-effect between them, even if it couldn't be fully resolved. But he hadn't anticipated that in the brief duration of his arrival, the list—which had over sixty people—would suddenly drop by over a dozen!

Only fifty-one remained!

So now, if he reappeared before Chu Mo, with that mischievous being the Monkey by his side, what kind of outcome could he expect?

Anyone with a shred of intelligence could infer that eliminating him would reduce the headcount to fifty!

The Investiture of the Gods would then emerge!

Thus, Jiu Lie's reaction was instantaneous. Upon realizing the Hundred Masters List had dwindled to fifty-one, he turned and fled. Yet he still couldn't escape the divine senses of the others.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Chu Mo's figure materialized within Jiu Lie's perception range. An icy spiritual voice followed: "Jiu Lie, do you think you can still escape?"

Jiu Lie said nothing. There was nothing to say! Much like Chu Mo in his earlier years, he now poured every ounce of his cultivation into sheer speed. Running with everything he had! Escape was the only avenue left. He gambled that someone else in the Far Ancient Wargrounds would die before he did!

As long as the headcount dropped to fifty, the Investiture of the Gods would appear, and at that moment, Chu Mo would lose all reason to kill him.

But Jiu Lie underestimated Chu Mo's resolve to end him. For there was no way Chu Mo would ever let him go!

Even if only fifty people remained at present, even if the Investiture had already emerged and killing Jiu Lie incurred massive karmic consequences, Chu Mo would not spare him!

As heir to the Imperial bloodline, he had no reason to forgive such a formidable foe as Jiu Lie.

"You cannot escape. Even if the Investiture of the Gods records your name, I will not spare you!" Chu Mo's icy will surged across the entire void of the universe, pressing upon Jiu Lie with overwhelming weight.

Jiu Lie had no choice but to respond. He offered up Patriarch Canglan's head, throwing it into the void: "Young Master Chu, I have already killed your greatest foe, Canglan, on your behalf. There is no deep hatred between us. You have no need to kill me!"

As he cast forth Canglan's head, Jiu Lie also removed the seals upon it. He hoped that even with his diminished Great Saint power, Canglan could at least cause some small trouble for Chu Mo. Even a little... would suffice!

Yet he hadn't predicted that, the moment Canglan's head emerged, a fierce roar would erupt: "Young Master Chu, kill me as quickly as possible! A debt of blood must be paid in kind—I do not begrudge my death—but you must kill Jiu Lie! During the ambush on the Imperial Clan's old ancestor, he was the most enthusiastic!"

"You vile wretch!" Jiu Lie was so infuriated he nearly burst a blood vessel, but his movements never faltered; his form rapidly receded into the endless starry sky.

Chu Mo, on the other hand, wasted no words. With a single palm strike, he shattered Canglan's head into dust, annihilating both its form and spirit!

There was no need for excess rhetoric. You were all life-and-death enemies! Don't even think about running!

Patriarch Canglan likely never anticipated Chu Mo's decisiveness. Though he had long since abandoned hope, even in his sealed state, he knew the Hundred Masters List had only fifty-one left!

If Chu Mo had a deeper vendetta against Jiu Lie and chose to eliminate him first, wouldn't that have meant Canglan could survive?

What was left of him as a head? What did it matter if his realm had fallen to the Great Saint stage? Once ascended onto the Investiture of the Gods, he would transcend into true deityhood!

But to his dismay, Chu Mo's determination to annihilate them all was absolute.

In truth, it made sense. If their positions were reversed and any of them had the chance to kill Chu Mo, would they hesitate?

Undoubtedly, they would not.

At the exact moment Chu Mo slew Patriarch Canglan, an overwhelming energy surged across the skies, enveloping the entire Far Ancient Wargrounds in an oppressive aura...

Meanwhile, within Chu Mo's spiritual sea, the Hundred Masters List underwent a monumental transformation.

It morphed into an ancient list composed entirely of Great Dao runes. At its pinnacle were three primordial characters—Investiture of the Gods!

The fifty names upon the list shone with golden radiance, transforming into divine glyphs as they appeared on the ancient tablet...

Then, in the heavens above, an incomparably vast golden ranking manifested, dominating the entirety of the Far Ancient Wargrounds!

The fifty remaining sentient beings residing within this realm bore names that now gleamed brightly upon this celestial ranking!

In an instant, Chu Mo understood what was happening!

Patriarch Canglan had not been dead!

Despite his severed head being sealed away by Jiu Lie, under the laws of the Far Ancient Wargrounds... he still counted as a living being!

Thus, the fifty-first name... could still belong to Patriarch Canglan!

This detail, not even Jiu Lie had considered!

Otherwise, he would've killed Canglan outright earlier to prevent such a scenario.

Even at the ancestral realm, as beings of unrivaled stature, errors in judgment were still possible.

At that moment, an immeasurable and boundless power descended from the golden ranking, pouring into the bodies of the fifty remaining entities within the wargrounds...

This power was immeasurably colossal!

In the instant it surged into their forms, an indescribable majesty and aura erupted from each being.

Simultaneously, within the spiritual sea of each individual, an ancient, crystalline object materialized!

Though no explanations were provided, none of the fifty figures needed any—they immediately understood what this was.

A divine spark!

With this, they could channel divine power and unleash divine might!

Its potency far eclipsed what they had previously known of Dao platforms.

Though its existence defied reasoning, none of these mighty beings questioned it. For at that moment... they had become gods! Recognized by the Investiture of the Gods, they were now true deities!

Just then, in front of Chu Mo, Patriarch Jiu Lie couldn't resist bursting into laughter: "Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha... ha ha ha ha!"

His laughter bristled with arrogance, elation, and unrestrained spite. "Chu Mo... Young Master Chu... ha ha ha, come kill me now? The Investiture of the Gods has emerged, and I have ascended as a god! Immortal and indestructible, beyond the Three Realms, outside the Five Elements... Young Master Chu, what now? Though I didn't foresee this at first, this is Heaven's Will, this is destiny!"

Chu Mo stood there silently.

His figure seemed slightly unsteady, and a trace of fresh blood seeped from the corner of his mouth!

He was severing the path!

Just moments ago, when the crystalline divine spark appeared within his spiritual sea, countless memories suddenly flooded his mind—too many memories, spanning ages untold, forming their own river of time!

Even someone at Chu Mo's level couldn't immediately thread through and unravel all the entanglements.

But that didn't hinder his instinctive rejection of the divine spark—it repulsed him as if by nature!

In that instant, Chu Mo chose to sever the path!

And this time, not only did he sever the path, but the nine blood moons instantly poured their full energy into his being.

With one strike!

The divine spark shattered!