NOVEL WEB Chapter 478: Across the Ages
The vast Heavenly Fortune Power, as if finding its true home, transformed into torrents and instantly merged into Chu Zheng's Dao Seed.
The Heavenly Fate Star River within the Dao Seed, upon receiving this mighty influx of power, immediately emitted a joyful hum. The starlight surged, the radiance intensified, and an unprecedentedly abundant foundation filled Chu Zheng's entire being. In this instant, the authority of the entire universe tilted towards him.
Chu Zheng stood quietly in the void, devoid of joy in his heart, his brows knitted tightly. The hand holding the Emperor Palace was still stained with the scalding Ancestor Blood of Fu Pinglan.
Fu Pinglan's shattered corpse, like a puppet with its strings cut, plummeted downwards and was instantly engulfed by the roaring River of Space-Time below.
The murky fragments of time surged, dyed a blood-red hue, and in the blink of an eye, not a trace of Fu Pinglan could be found, as if he had never existed.
Chu Zheng glanced around, seeing the numerous Ancient Ancestors surrounding him, his gaze becoming increasingly complex.
Gaining these two parts of Heavenly Fate was indeed a decisive victory for him.
In this vast firmament, within the Two Realms of Universe, those who could contend with him had become extinct. The once only rumored shared supremacy of the Two Realms no longer seemed so distant.
Yet now, there was no trace of joy in Chu Zheng's heart.
Fu Pinglan's act of seeking death was too unexpected, and moreover, the talismatic pattern he inscribed at the end could actually lock the Heavenly Fortune within his body, which clearly defied logic.
If Fu Pinglan could, like him, absorb the Heavenly Fate without being affected by the Heavenly Destiny True Spirit, then he shouldn't have acted as he did.
Aside from the secret of reincarnation, it seemed that even more mysteries had appeared before him.
Chu Zheng took a slow step into the Great Universe, looking at the empty Cangyun Realm, and for a moment, his heart was filled with emptiness.
The previously unstoppable killing intent now had no target for vengeance, as if everything ended completely with Fu Pinglan's passing.
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In the instant Fu Pinglan's head was crushed by the Emperor Palace, the origin of two parts of Martial Arts Heavenly Fortune flowed into Chu Zheng's Dao Seed.
Hum——
A doomsday knell resounded abruptly in the deepest soul of every living creature practicing martial arts.
The entire Martial Hall, Endless Star Domain, all martial cultivators, regardless of their location or cultivation level, all felt it simultaneously in their hearts.
It was as if the backbone supporting heaven and earth was pulled away instantly, causing martial cultivators who were sparring, in seclusion, fighting, or even asleep, to unexpectedly spit out a mouthful of Essence Blood, with the higher cultivated suffering heavier backlash.
Instantly, they only felt the Laws of Heaven and Earth become sluggish, their muscles and essence pulled away. An invisible essence from the depths of their blood and marrow, supporting their bodies, was extracted by an unseen giant hand.
The painstakingly tempered bodies deteriorated at a terrifying speed. The muscles and bones once able to withstand Divine Weapons now felt inexplicably weak and empty. The ocean-like Blood Qi receded rapidly, like an ebb tide, and the speed of cultivation plummeted.
The previously almost inexhaustible energy that sustained their vigorous progress seemed to be entirely hollowed out in an instant. During cultivation, the speed of Spiritual Energy entering the body became exceedingly slow, and its movement through meridians was extremely arduous, as if carrying a weight of ten thousand pounds forward.
Breaking through bottlenecks became a distant dream, even maintaining their current realm felt like an insurmountable challenge.
A despair born from the soul instinctively engulfed the hearts of all martial cultivators. They could clearly feel that the once visible path of martial arts turned into a blur, completely dimmed, with only a sheer cliff ahead.
The path of martial arts was severed, the heaven of martial arts had collapsed!
The Heavenly Fortune, which symbolized its fortune and future, had utterly departed from them.
Martial arts, once an unparalleled orthodoxy that shook the Myriad Heavens and Realms, producing countless powerful individuals, had lost its core foundation before even engaging in all-out conflict with other great paths, retreating entirely from the battlefield of Dao struggle.
Martial Dao Ancestral Hall.
This once revered Martial Dao Holy Land in the Endless Star Domain now lay in dead silence; the brilliance of the hall itself dimmed to the extreme. The totem pillar that symbolized the fortune of martial arts and the Martial Dao Blood Pattern etched upon it were riddled with cracks.
Inside the hall.
Ji Zhouyin, once the Ancestor of Martial Arts, stood silently at the center of the grand hall, gazing at the ceiling where the Martial Dao Star Map had completely extinguished, his face devoid of expression, only a long sigh slowly echoing through the vast, silent hall.
Wan Wenfeng and Hua Ling, the two Martial Ancestors, stood like clay sculptures, their expressions wooden, their gaze slightly scattered.
The once formidable aura of martial arts that dominated the Myriad Heavens and Realms was now reduced to mere ashes.
They could clearly sense the drain of their power, the wavering of their Dao Foundation, and the weakness spreading from deep within their bodies.
The Martial Arts Heavenly Fortune was entirely lost, the root foundation of the Taoist Orthodoxy severed—what lies ahead?
Ji Zhouyin's gaze was distant, as if piercing through aeons, he spoke in a deep voice: "Do not worry, quietly await the reopening of heaven and earth, our martial arts shall still have its place."
His aura was exceedingly calm, seemingly unaffected by the departure of Heavenly Fortune, with a faint trace of lightness between his brows.
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The successive collapse and decline of the Second-fold Immortal Martial had a profound impact on the entire Great Universe.
For a time, all living creatures in the Great Universe were plunged into endless fear.
Within the Immortal Domain Martial Hall, numerous Heavenly Daos of worlds underwent reversal; the flow of Heavenly Fortune became intricate and unpredictable.
Amidst this chaos, the realm of Myriad Realms, originally a place of mingling diversity, became the most stable domain instead.
In the far-flung Great Realm.
The twin suns' radiance pierced through sparse branches and leaves, casting mottled shadows upon the green stone slabs. The air was filled with the fresh scent of grass and trees, and that monotonous, prolonged sound of sword sharpening, seemingly unchanged since ancient times.