Destiny is ashes

Chapter 1052 Conquering All the Divine Treasures of the Past and Present (Updated today with a single word)
After defeating the mysterious figure and Feng Boye, An Jing stopped paying attention to them.

He knew that Feng Boye still had a trump card up his sleeve.

He also knew that the mysterious figure still possessed the power to resist.

But these are all trivial matters... because although they are strong, and indeed possess talent and good fortune, and have grasped more truths than he has, but...

They are now nothing more than those who are content with mediocrity.

— To declare something impossible without trying it yourself.

—Presuming defeat before the battle even begins.

—In order to pursue a 'greater possibility,' the possibility of a 'smaller possibility' is negated by comparing sizes, and the naive belief that larger is better than smaller completely forgets that a 'greater possibility' may very well be built on 'sacrifice'.

Because of self-awareness, they gave up without even trying; because of unwillingness to suffer greater losses, they lost without a fight; because of so-called logic and numbers, reason and objectivity, they chose to protect the greater good and sacrifice the lesser good, rather than 'wanting everything'.

Such people are called 'intelligent people' in the world.

Even knowing their own inadequacy, they persist; even when they are covered in wounds and the fighting threatens to destroy their country and their race, they continue to fight; they never give up on anything they want and are determined to obtain it with all their might.

Such people are called 'stupid people' in the world.

But that's just the human world.

In the realm beyond the mundane world, in the world of martial artists, the relationship between the two is reversed.

Those who do not believe they are superior to the world are not worthy of being warriors.

Those who do not believe their fists can defeat their enemies are not worthy of being called martial artists.

Even if one knows that he is weaker than his enemy, but chooses to completely give up the fight and surrender instead of choosing to throw a punch, or at least choose to run away and wait for another day to fight, he is not worthy of being called a martial artist.

A martial artist is not a specific concept or identity. It is not something that one becomes a martial artist and remains so forever. Sometimes, even an ordinary person who knows no martial arts skills can be a martial artist. Sometimes, even someone like Little Candle Dragon or a mysterious figure cannot be considered a martial artist.

A martial artist embodies a belief.

Musha.

It is a world.

The martial artist, An Jing, strode forward.

The radiance of the ancestral dragon scales rotated, and the three lotus flowers contained endless radiance, like the sun, like starlight, like blazing flames. Its radiance intertwined and rotated, reflecting different colors.

If it were An Jing before, he probably would only be able to see the three layers of lotus light. But now, as he gets closer, he realizes that the color of the lotus is not any color that ordinary people can see. It is an ocean of light composed of billions of light points, and each light point is a rotating, ever-changing dust lotus.

As it rotates, light travels through this infinite mirror, breaking, reforming, and diffracting out endless splendor and beauty.

It will not stop, it spirals, and its brilliance is endless.

It shines upon the world like the sun.

This is……

Ancestral Dragon Scale.

As Anjing approached, a dragon's roar resounded.

This voice transcends time and shakes heaven and earth; it seems to be a rejection, an invitation, a hint, or an encouragement.

Anjing's eyes reflected the light of the Ancestral Dragon Scales, and endless lotus blossoms shone upon him. There was no warmth, but rather a feeling of attraction and repulsion coexisting.

And in response to this 'invitation'...

An Jing responded in her own way.

Beside the ancestral dragon scales, the roar of the dragon echoed endlessly, but as An Jing approached and raised his sword, the dragon's roar grew fainter and fainter, while An Jing's sword cry became clearer and clearer.

He raised his sword.

then.

He brandished his sword.

The sword touched the scales.

And so, a moment later.

An infinite burst of light surged forth, engulfing the entire Radiant Scale Realm.

Amidst the light, the warriors who were battling the Primal Dragon all experienced a sudden blackout and fainted.

……

She immediately looked around and found that everyone was unconscious. Whether it was the martial artists who were watching the battle or Yue Qingge and others who had fought alongside her, they were all lying quietly on the ground.

Only the enormous primordial dragon remained awake.

"Come and fight!"

Just as she was about to continue fighting, she discovered that the primordial dragon seemed to have lost all will to fight, staring blankly upwards with bloodshot eyes filled with disbelief.

She also subconsciously looked up.

Then, open your eyes wide.

The endless lotus blossoms released from the ancestral dragon scales were infinitely fractal and differentiated, and the radiance it descended was no longer pure light, but rather converged into a clear human figure.

He was a middle-aged man with a dignified face, a long beard, and a jade crown. He simply stood there, and with his eyes, it seemed as if the world was in his palm.

The sheer power emanating from that absolute authority made even the already manifested saint Jin Yanhua feel his own insignificance.

At the very moment He fully manifested, everyone heard it—the mighty divine voice, the surging tides of the heavens and seas, and the divine court's declaration of command to heaven and earth from the highest heavens.

But now, the figure is shrinking.

His long beard had faded, and he looked younger, but his aura remained as majestic as ever.

"That is... [Taiguang Tianzun]!"

Jin Yanhua exclaimed in shock: "The ruler of the Divine Court at its peak was a Celestial Emperor!"

"I have seen his portrait in the ancient books of the Ancestral Dragon Hall. He was the ultimate victor of a banquet in the past where he was invited to pay homage to the Ancestral Dragon!"

"Why!" she cried out in confusion. "Why is this happening? Shouldn't touching the Ancestral Dragon's scales mean directly facing the remnant spirit of the Holy Venerable?"

"Different……"

On the other side, the mysterious figure and Feng Boye also awoke. The mysterious figure raised his head, looking at the young Celestial Venerable's mark in the sky, his tone full of frustration at the disruption of his plans: "Too fast. The trial was supposed to last another month, but An Jing moved too fast. I didn't have time to remind him... I hesitated!"

"The Ancestral Dragon Scale contains Dao wounds inflicted by the Supreme Heavenly Demon, and these wounds are the marks of the demon... The Ancestral Dragon Scale contains the imprints of those who have successfully paid homage to the past generations, and the Supreme Heavenly Demon is attempting to erode these imprints, using them as a medium to revive!"

"It's the ancestral dragon scales blocking Anjing!"

--Really?

Jin Yanhua thought that if it were true, then he really had to stop An Jing. This was definitely not something to be taken lightly, especially when it came to the Supreme Heavenly Demon.

But for some reason, she felt that things weren't that simple.

And she believed in An Jing!
At this moment, An Jing slowly closed his eyes as he faced the young Celestial Venerable's mark.

[The law is boundless, and the techniques are infinite.]

Sexual nature is eternal, and the soul is everlasting.

Life's accumulation is boundless, and strength's source is limitless.

These are the three great immortal achievements he has now attained.

And now... as the Sun and Moon True Talisman merges into the cave, and with the punch he threw earlier, he vaguely senses that the final door has also opened for him.

[The Limitless Yin and the Limitless Yang]...

[Junior, it's my turn.]

The young Celestial Imprint issued a declaration and took a step forward.

He clenched his fist, and a miniature sun gathered on it, its light shining upon heaven and earth, causing all things to grow and to rise and fall.

This power spreads, and all living beings are born and die because of it. This is the essence of 'fist' and 'power'. Wherever its aura passes, it is enough to make the stars tremble.

"please."

An Jing opened his eyes, and suddenly a line of sword light appeared, stretching across the void, emerging from in front of him and extending.

With a single sword strike, the void was torn apart, and the turbulent currents deep within the void surprisingly became orderly, surging in the direction of the sword strike.

In an instant, the void surged, the clear and the turbid mingled, and the Primordial Primordial Evil condensed into sword light, bursting forth and severing the sky and the sun!
Without a deafening roar or earth-shattering power, the Heavenly Venerable Imprint, which was enough to make even a sage tremble, dissipated like a bubble the moment it came into contact with the Tranquil Sword Light, turning into countless points of light and vanishing without a trace.

【……sharp!】

As it dissipated, the Celestial Venerable's mark raised its brow, revealing a surprised expression, and laughed: "I was actually killed in a single move!"

Talented individuals emerge in every generation; Huai Xu's future is truly immeasurable.

"What?!" "The mark of Taiguang Tianzun has been shattered!"

At this moment, all the martial artists who had just awakened and witnessed this scene were shocked, their faces filled with disbelief.

—How did Anjing manage that?! That's the Heavenly Venerable's mark!

The answer is actually very simple.

Because, at the same level, An Jing is stronger than Tian Zun!
No matter how strong the mark of this Tai Guang Tian Zun was, his realm was only that of a celestial being who had comprehended one celestial path at the peak of the Divine Treasury realm. Perhaps because of his extraordinary talent, he touched the threshold of the second path.

But Anjing now...

This is a temporary [Four Immortal Occupations] that has probably never been seen before in history, and even storytellers, poets, and professional storytellers would not easily create!
An Jing never stopped, having wiped out the strongest of an era with a single blow.

He waited.

All around, endless lotus flowers once again coalesced and manifested.

A celestial dragon descended from the heavens and the sea, its body covered in five-colored rainbow scales, its horns formed from lightning, and its aura piercing through time and space.

[Ancestral Dragon Hall - The Seventeenth Generation Xing Shi Dragon God]

A white-haired Taoist priest, dressed in a black robe with gold markings, had a star ring made of billions of stars rotating behind his head.

【Zhaixing Mountain · Qianhui Tianzun】

A goddess wielding a sword, with a blood-red mark between her brows, her eyes slightly lowered, stands barefoot in the void, surrounded by a five-colored, five-splendid light that circulates, creating countless wonders.

【Tianmu Palace - Changdi Tianzun】

Zhaixing Mountain, Shangxuan Sect, Yishi Sword Court, Dachen Imperial Dynasty, Changsheng Sect...

Miro Heaven, Refining Truth Path, Purifying the Netherworld Sect, Heavenly Mother Palace, Wonderful Dharma Divine Sect...

Even Mount Butian, the Imperial Divine Court, and many, many more Heavenly Sects, those who came before, those who were once Heavenly Sects, those who were once Heavenly Venerables of Heavenly Sects…

—Heaven, Earth, Sea—

—Past, Present, Future—

—All the powerful beings who have ever paid homage to the Ancestral Dragon's scales, all the powerful beings who have successfully left their mark to prove their strength, all the powerful beings who have been recognized by the Ancestral Dragon or even turned against it and corrupted it—

—Come and witness my achievements!
It seemed to be an echo of the demand for peace and silence.

Almost endlessly, the imprints of powerful figures throughout history were awakened at this moment.

One by one, figures emerged from the light.

They were all powerful figures from past dynasties, each bearing the mark of a future Celestial Venerable, carrying the unique aura of their respective eras and the unparalleled martial spirit of their own, surrounding An Jing completely.

This is the accumulation of years, the imprint of time, like an endless ocean.

Looking at this lineup that would make any being despair, An Jing smiled.

"To deal with all the divine treasures of the past and present?"

He looked around at these powerful figures from ancient times to the present, and said in a relaxed tone, "This may be a little childish to children."

"But for martial artists..."

He gripped the sword tightly in his hand.

The sword is unsheathed.

"Just right."

(End of this chapter)