Perfect World: Ten Crowns

Chapter 570 All Saints Turn to Ruins, Mysterious Youth

The Willow Goddess has disappeared.

With the outbreak of an epochal war, the only priest among all worlds disappeared without a trace, vanishing from the world along with the three progenitors who appeared on the plateau, and did not reappear for several million years.

This caused great unease among all races and even among the emperors.

Since the great war several eras ago, Emperor Huangye and the three great priests have died one after another. Liu Shen has become the only priest in all the heavens, a pillar-like existence. Now, her departure has naturally caused a huge earthquake in all the worlds.

The emperors searched time and again, countless times, but could not find the figure of the Willow Goddess, as if she had vanished from the world forever.

Also missing are the three known ancestors of the plateau.

Over the long years, numerous grand sacrifices and countless small sacrifices have made the plateau unfathomable. Seven or eight beings of the End of the Road level have been born, and there are as many as three known progenitors.

Of course, this is only the number known to the world.

The true number is probably only known to the vanished Willow God.

However, although the Primordial Ancestor never appeared again, the offensive in the Endless Calamity Land grew stronger and stronger. The strange power accumulated over several eras erupted, plunging all the heavens into a bloody battle.

Until the fourth progenitor appeared, everything came to an end.

On this day, something that no immortal emperor wanted to see happened: another strange ancestor was born, tearing apart eternity. It was a terrifying power that transcended the realm of immortal emperors, shattering everything.

Rumble!
The heavens were torn apart once more, and supreme beings perished in battle, one of whom was slapped to death by the progenitor covered in golden hair. Then came a bizarre army, like a vast black ocean, that devoured all the worlds.

"We've lost! We've lost! I'll cover your escape!"

A peerless immortal emperor roared, his magical power as deep as the abyss and his divine might unparalleled. He appeared like a pillar in the middle of the black ocean, his supreme aura spreading, actually blocking the three beings at the end of the path.

That was the Prajna Immortal Emperor, whose cultivation stood at the pinnacle of the Immortal Emperor realm. He was also known as the Explosive Dragon Immortal Emperor, and was unmatched.

puff!
However, the Golden Scale Ancestor casually tossed out an ancestral weapon, which pinned the Prajna Immortal Emperor, who was hailed as the Buddha of Wisdom, to a void. Then, he exploded along with the entire world, completely falling into Nirvana.

In an instant, countless people felt as if they were in an ice cellar.

Without the power of a sacrificial priest, the Allied Forces of the Heavens are as fragile as paper.

At this moment, even the emperors had no choice but to avoid its sharp edge. In the end, at the cost of the deaths of several supreme beings, they fled beyond the worlds under the cover of the Creation Emperor Disc and the Cauldron of the Mother Qi of All Things.

Although many emperors perished on the journey, a few managed to escape, departing with resentment and being forced to abandon the myriad realms.

Of course, many of their followers also retreated to the myriad realms.

What followed was an unprecedented massacre.

Click!

With a single, gentle palm strike, the Golden Scale Ancestor cleaved the myriad realms into seven or eight pieces. Subsequently, seven or eight beings at the end of the path swarmed in, leading their respective clans in a brutal and devastating purge.

All beings who achieved immortality, and even some supreme beings with powerful talents, were included in the purge list of this dark upheaval. The accumulation of several eras was ruthlessly harvested and turned into nourishment for the plateau.

In this battle, all races were wiped out, countless evolutionary systems suffered fatal blows, all the gods and saints of the heavens perished, and even the former heavens were blown apart and turned into ruins, burying everything in the long years.

Only a few special areas were covered up and survived.

However, this still cannot obscure the fact that an era has ended.

The era of the Holy Ruins is about to begin.

As all worlds crumbled into ruins, the Golden Scale Ancestor departed. Although he had destroyed countless worlds and collected a vast amount of soul light, he was still somewhat dissatisfied. This was because he had not captured the most outstanding Immortal Emperors of the heavens, nor had he found the foundation world where Xia Huangye and the other two resided. It seemed as if it were obscured by some kind of existence, and this world-destroying operation was not entirely successful.

Still haven't found it?

At the edge of the plateau, when the Golden Scale Ancestor arrived here, a cold voice came from a tomb, the mist thick and heavy, pressing down on the ancient river.

Undoubtedly, this is another progenitor.

There are four such tombs here.

Who could have imagined that, after several eras of accumulation, apart from the three progenitors who hunted down the Willow God, five more have now emerged.

This far exceeded the expectations of everyone in the heavens.

"I once suspected that Xia Huangye and the other two were not truly dead, which is why I launched this great war, but in the end I failed to find their ancestral world."

The Golden Scale Ancestor's eyes were deep and mysterious, as if they had pierced through countless years. Then he continued, "Summon the three ancestors who were chasing Liu back. We have gathered enough life matter. As long as we replenish the remaining two ancestors, the ten of us ancestors can work together to deduce everything. We are omniscient and omnipotent!"

His words were earth-shattering, like a thunderbolt tearing apart the eternal sky.

Regarding Xia Huangye and the other two, the ancestors have always suspected that they are still alive.

However, even with the combined efforts of the eight progenitors, they still could not find them. Now that they have gathered enough soul light, as long as the remaining two progenitors are revived, the fate of the three—whether they are dead or hiding—will eventually be revealed in the near future.

"What is meant by 'above the sacrificial path'?"

Earth, a hazy figure murmured to itself, emerging from an unknown region, lingering above the ancient Kunlun Mountains, like an invisible ghost, or a wandering spirit.

Xia Sheng could have stopped everything that was happening in the heavens.

He had foreseen this battle countless years ago.

However, Xia Sheng knew that his presence would ultimately be of no use to the overall situation.

The ten patriarchs are not important; what matters is how to bury them on the plateau.

This is also the reason for his birth.

As the myriad worlds crumbled into ruins, amidst the blur, he was once again stirred by the Dao of Sacrifice.

Recalling that great battle, he transformed into a warrior and died in the flames. In the instant he burned everything away, he seemed to have reached another level. At the same time, a gaze from the depths of the plateau met his eyes. That was definitely a power that surpassed the Dao of Sacrifice.

As he carefully deduced the process, time seemed to accelerate, and his perception of time became dulled. In a daze, Xia Sheng finally devised a bold path in his mind.

"Burn away your true self."

Standing at the end of the sacrificial path, he could sense that there was no way forward, and his previous experience made Xia Sheng even more certain of this fact.

Perhaps, only by burning everything within oneself can one transcend everything.

"However, there's no rush."

Xia Sheng muttered to himself, his face calm, his gaze gazing into the distance, beyond the snow-covered peaks that had stood for millennia, down to the Gobi Desert and grasslands at the foot of the mountains, and then to the boundless desert at the edge of the Gobi, a hint of amusement flashing across his face.

The desert is solitary and straight, and the long river falls into the sun.

A modern youth comes from the depths of the desert, crosses the ancient Yellow River road, passes through the vast sea of ​​red spider lilies, and strides towards a new evolutionary system.

(End of this chapter)