Destiny is ashes

Chapter 1020 The Turn of Fate
With a deafening roar, the surging tides of the open sea suddenly reversed course at an incredible speed!

Then, at the horizon, a straight wall of water rose abruptly. It was so high and so wide that it blocked out the sunlight and swallowed the clouds, like an endless blue cliff slowly pressing down on the continent.

Rather than saying the sea has stood up, it's more accurate to say that the 'Book of the World,' which holds the land and the ocean, is being slowly lifted by a vast and boundless force, and is about to close completely!
Before the tsunami arrived, the surrounding storms had already transformed into countless tornadoes and arrived ahead of it.

A majestic coastal mountain, burdened by the terrifying gale, let out a mournful cry of despair before snapping in two. It was easily swept into the air, spinning helplessly like a child's bamboo dragonfly before shattering.

In the city, roof tiles were blown off in large swaths, and beams, bricks, and the remains of humans and livestock were sent flying into the sky, turning to dust in the gale and lightning.

"The Battle of Lingxiao!"

The knowledgeable martial artist let out a desperate cry.

As if in response to the sound, a vast and incomparable 'bell' sound, resounding throughout all the souls of all living beings in the Ten Continents of Huaixu, boomed from the deepest part of the Heavenly Sea.

Boom-! ! !
The tolling of the bell swept across the land at a speed exceeding that of light. Wherever it passed, whether human or demon, living or dead, all things were momentarily stunned and frozen by the grand sound of the Dao. All the blood-sea monsters prostrated themselves on the ground in awe, letting out low growls of submission towards the direction of the heavens and sea.

This is the true opening of a great era.

The first tribulation, the true beginning of the Blood Sea Tribulation!
at the same time.

Within the realm of illumination.

Anjing, who was walking between the vast world, pondering some profound question, suddenly stopped in his tracks without warning.

He stopped.

Following behind him, Jin Yanhua and Su Xinbai, who were also pondering their next path of cultivation, and You Ruhui, who was silently sensing the changes in his own grotto-heaven, all focused their gaze on his back due to the sudden pause.

An Jing slowly closed her eyes.

The next instant, two lines of bloody tears silently slid down from the corners of his tightly closed eyes.

"An Jing, what's wrong?"

You Ruhui's heart tightened, and he was the first to step forward quickly.

She asked with concern, because she could sense that An Jing's current state was strange. It was neither injury nor exhaustion, but a change that she couldn't quite put her finger on.

"nothing."

An Jing slowly shook his head: "I just feel that my destiny... seems to be cheering, jumping for joy, or perhaps..."

He raised his hand and wiped away the two lines of bloody tears with the back of his fingers. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes shone with a crimson-gold light like molten lava: "It's truly starting to work."

This statement is somewhat absurd.

Jin Yanhua and Su Xinbai looked at each other, somewhat puzzled—Has An Jing's destiny not yet been activated? Then how has he grown?

"Of course, it's all thanks to my own efforts"—Sensing this subtle atmosphere, An Jing didn't say it aloud.

He simply turned his head, no longer gazing at the vast lake in the distance, but looking towards the other side of the world, lost in thought: "It seems like something strange has come in again."

"Interesting, it seems somewhat familiar..."

At the very moment An Jing finished speaking.

On the other side of Zhaolin Realm, in a vibrant primeval forest, a dark rift was suddenly torn open in the sky.

The shape of the rift was exactly the same as when the Great Wilderness Dragon Clan descended, filled with unstable and violent void fluctuations.

Immediately afterwards, a long, slender dragon shadow silently descended from the crevice.

However, unlike the tyrannical aura of the Great Wilderness Dragon Clan's arrival, the appearance of this dragon shadow brought an extreme, indifferent rhythm, much like the Dao itself.

But the moment he or she arrived, the surrounding time was thrown into a violent, silent upheaval. The grass beneath His feet went through the entire process of sprouting, flourishing, and then withering in an instant.

Not far away, the newly sprouted buds of the trees quickly unfolded into green leaves, only to turn withered and decayed in an instant, falling gracefully to rot into ash.

And that accumulated dust, in the reverse flow of time, re-condensed and transformed into new leaves breaking through the soil.

Withering and flourishing, life and death, past and future—all are but a thought.

The long, slender dragon shadow took a deep breath after it descended.

He seemed to have just escaped from some incredibly narrow, suffocating place.

As His will shifted, the meadow, which had just experienced several cycles of withering and flourishing, blossomed with thousands of flowers in an instant.

A single thought can blossom into a flower.

Is this the ancestral land of Huaixu...?

As He was feeling sentimental, He raised His head, and His eyes, which seemed to contain the endless flow of time, looked precisely in the direction where An Jing was.

The other side.

after a while.

[Shui Yao Forbidden Land·Xuanmingling Marsh].

This place is the dwelling place of one of the Seven Luminaries Ancestral Spirits, the [Water Luminary Mysterious Tortoise].

However, when Zheng Huayan's figure quietly descended at this moment, what he saw was a battlefield in complete disarray.

The earth was torn apart, the swamp dried up, and the air was filled with the pungent stench of blood and the acrid smell of annihilated magic and spiritual energy. Countless huge craters and broken rocks were enough to prove the fierce battle that had just taken place here.

The ancestral spirits here have just been killed.

In the center of the battlefield, the head of the Xuanming Divine Turtle, which was as huge as a mountain, had been severed at the root by some kind of sharp and unparalleled force and rolled not far away; and its thick shell, which was said to be able to resist all supernatural powers, now seemed to have been trampled on and was covered with spider web-like cracks, completely losing its divine light.

However, the victor who fought Him also paid the price with his life.

Not far from the remains of the divine tortoise, Zheng Huayan saw a corpse.

That was the corpse of Fa Zichen, the chief disciple of Zhaixing Mountain.

This young disciple, renowned among his peers, now lay quietly in a pool of blood, with a huge, gaping hole in his chest.

On his corpse, the silver-blue patterns continued to flow, like the twinkling of stars—he must have used the foundation given to him by the ancestor and exerted all his strength to kill the ancestral spirit.

He killed a Seven Luminaries Ancestral Spirit that had been strengthened to the Manifestation Realm, a feat he could be proud of.

But his death was clearly not the work of the Xuanming Divine Turtle.

"I calculated correctly, but I'm a step too late... Damn it, it really is the Blood Sea Demon Sect and the Heavenly Demon!"

Zheng Huayan's gaze swept across the battlefield, but his brows furrowed more and more deeply.

He discovered an obvious fact.

After the Xuanming Divine Turtle died, the Seven Luminaries True Talisman, which was formed from its original power and contained the principles of [Containment] and [Universe], is not here.

It was taken away.

(End of this chapter)