Destiny is ashes

Chapter 1054 Holding high the sun and moon in the nine heavens, trampling heroes at his feet in the evening (12,000 words, long chapter)
some time ago.

An Jingbing dismembered his own body, dispersing the Taibai Dharma Restriction that made up his physical form into the sea of ​​supernatural powers created by the imprints of the Heavenly Venerables, just a moment before that.

An Jing had an idea that was similar to, yet slightly different from, the ideas imprinted on the minds of the Celestial Venerables.

"It seems I'm going to lose."

Thinking this, a sense of regret arose in his heart: "In the end, is it possible for me to defeat the combined power of all the Heavenly Venerables' imprints throughout history on my own?"

Yes, just as the Celestial Venerables believed that 'they' had already lost, An Jing also believed that 'he' was almost defeated.

He has almost reached the limit of the Divine Realm throughout history, a level that is almost impossible to surpass. He is indeed a monster whose genius is beyond comprehension, an anomaly that is rarely seen throughout the ages.

Even so, there are still things that An Jing cannot accomplish when facing all the geniuses of the past and present.

In fact, An Jing had already reached his limit when he transformed into a sword, a vessel of power, and used the ultimate energy dissipation to draw upon the enemy's power and the raging waves of the Sea of ​​Supernatural Powers to wash away other marks.

Of the seven who stood at the pinnacle of the Celestial Venerables' imprints, he had fought with all his might to kill three of them, while the remaining one remained a bystander. When the other three joined forces, An Jing no longer had the power to forcibly kill them.

Ultimately, his 'Path of the Spirit' is not the true path of the Four Immortals.

If his 'Spiritual Path' were the true Four Immortal Arts, where power is used and then returned, then perhaps it could be accomplished. However, An Jing's Spiritual Immortal Arts are simulated using the Taiyin·Taiyang Wuji, and the Taiyang Wuji of Zhaolin Realm is far less powerful than Huai Xu. Therefore, An Jing's output still has limits and will be worn down.

He had no strength left to kill the other Celestial Venerable imprints. He could only try to borrow power with the ultimate 'Way of Law', bear it with the newly comprehended 'Way of Fate', and maintain his own existence with the foundational 'Way of Nature', in an attempt to kill others with the power of others.

Use the enemy's strength to fight them back.

It was indeed a success.

An Jingzhen used the power of the Heavenly Venerables' imprints to severely damage the imprints of three top Heavenly Venerables, including Xuan Tianji.

If the enemy consists only of them, then the remaining Celestial Imprints will not be able to cause any trouble, and victory will belong to Anjing.

However, there is a seventh person.

That top-tier Celestial Venerable who never truly made a move from beginning to end.

Changdi Tianzun.

This woman, bearing the mark of creation from the Heavenly Mother Palace, stood on a lotus and held a sword. Her gaze was as calm as autumn water and as compassionate as the Heavenly Mother. From beginning to end, she never truly made a move, launched an attack against An Jing, or even showed any hostility.

But at the same time, An Jing felt an extreme sense of terror from this Celestial Venerable's mark.

Sex and destiny.

She mastered these two divine arts.

Moreover, it is perfectly complete and harmonious.

Although she lacks the 'path of law' compared to An Jing, after observing An Jing for so long, even though she is an Immortal, she has gained some understanding.

Therefore, at the moment when Anjing defeated the three Heavenly Venerables, his mind and power were operating at their limit.

The Celestial Venerable Changdi has drawn his sword.

This sword strike is aimed directly at the core of Anjing's existence.

It is neither the physical body nor the soul. It is not something so simple.
Rather, it is the link between 'Tianxing Cave Heaven' and 'Anjing's physical body,' the place where Anjing truly entrusts his life!

The moment An Jing created the grotto-heaven, the essence of An Jing's soul was the spirit of the grotto-heaven—even if An Jing's physical body was destroyed, his true soul would remain unharmed. As long as An Jing's body still had even a drop of blood or a speck of dust as a 'material coordinate,' the grotto-heaven could transmit internal matter and energy to reconstruct An Jing's body.

Thanks to this, An Jing was able to take a deep breath and recover from the severe injuries inflicted by the marks of Yi Qing Sword Venerable and Tian Kui Heavenly Venerable.

Otherwise, the combined power of these two would be enough to kill any of the hardened divine treasures dozens or even hundreds of times over.

To attack Anjing's grotto, one must first bypass Anjing's physical defenses; however, to destroy Anjing's physical body, one must first break through it or deplete Anjing's grotto's reserves.

This is a perfect cycle: to attack its inner sanctum, one must first destroy its physical body; to destroy its physical body, one must first exhaust its inner sanctum.

Therefore, the perfection of Anjing was so great that even the primordial dragon could not see through it.

However, the Celestial Venerable Changdi saw through it.

Your physical body is the coordinate of your soul. Although I cannot discern where your soul resides, the causes and conditions leave their traces. Severing this connection will render you invincible and imperfect!

The mark of the Celestial Venerable Changdi was drawn from the longsword, which was as red as blood and seemed to drip with blood. She danced with it gently, and the sword hummed softly before dissolving inch by inch, turning into a rushing river of blood.

Her body faded away, transforming into the boundless sky. Her entire being, along with her very existence, became a mighty torrent of life, a river of blood across the sky, slashing towards An Jing!

In that instant, An Jing sensed an extreme sense of danger.

This is not a simple 'slash'.

It's not a 'coverage'!
The mark of Changdi Tianzun, at the cost of self-annihilation, completely severs the 'existence of the self,' transforming one's own existence into the purest [sex] and [life], to be directly covered on Anjing's physical body.

In a sense, this can be considered a form of possession. If Changdi Tianzun can truly defeat Anjing in terms of spiritual will, and if her will can overpower Anjing in the clash, her mark can even reappear in the world through Anjing's body!

Although these are merely imprints, not the original Changdi Tianzun, the imprints shaped by the memories of the Ancestral Dragon are by no means false. They are real and true, and can be described as 'the same but not the same flower'.

Of course, Changdi Tianzun himself was well aware that he was unlikely to defeat Anjing, because Anjing's soul had the entire cave heaven as a backup energy source to fight against him, so he was almost certain to lose and it was impossible for him to possess Anjing's body.

But she doesn't need to win at all!

All she needed to do was make Anjing's physical body disappear for a fleeting moment, as it served as a 'beacon of the grotto-heaven'!
That moment of 'loss of contact' would turn Anjing's physical body into water without a source.

And that sea of ​​supernatural powers, driven by the combined efforts of all the Heavenly Venerables, will seize this opportunity to completely obliterate his physical body and banish Anjing's will to the outside of the Zhaolin Realm!
From this perspective, although An Jing will not die, he was indeed kicked out and lost the qualification to pay homage to the Ancestral Dragon Scale, which is a defeat.

Moreover, if that were the case, and An Jing had not broken Chang Di Tian Zun's mark as quickly as possible beforehand, then Chang Di Tian Zun might have actually been able to seize a portion of An Jing's flesh and blood as the foundation for his own 'second life'.

An Jing saw through this.

As expected of one of the most powerful Heavenly Venerable imprints in history, this attack can not only defeat him, but also give him a chance for 'rebirth'.

As expected of a Celestial Venerable. As expected of one of the strongest prodigies in history.

Each of these entities is formidable, possessing its own fundamental strength and confidence.

An Jing's mind completed the deduction of all this in an instant. He saw through all of Changdi Tianzun's schemes and admitted that he had indeed been forced into a desperate situation.

Therefore, An Jing had to admit that he might indeed lose.

But it's only a possibility.

He would never give up the possibility of 'victory' until the very last moment.

Therefore, faced with this theoretically unsolvable and fatal blow, An Jing chose to 'commit suicide'!
boom!
Without the slightest hesitation, just before the river of blood, representing the essence of life, touched him, An Jing's body shattered into pieces!
His body transformed into countless fragments of Taibai, and these fragments also transformed into countless particles of magical restrictions. These particles spread out, and each one, at the moment Anjing self-disintegrated, merged into the sea of ​​supernatural powers.

The Blood River Sword, transformed from the Heavenly Venerable Changdi, precisely covered the location where Anjing had originally been, and did indeed seize some fragments of Anjing's body. However, because Anjing disintegrated too quickly, he did not have time to use these fragments to form a core, so he was quickly burned away and destroyed by the 'Sea of ​​Divine Power'.

It's a pity... I thought I could walk in this world again in my physical body.

Faced with An Jing's swift reaction, the fading will of the Heavenly Venerable Changdi, which was also gradually dissipating within the Blood River Sword, sighed. He felt some regret, but even more awe and admiration: "Truly incredible, to survive death, such a tenacious fighting spirit… I have indeed lost."

But how will you prevail? Without your divine body, how can you survive the Sea of ​​Supernatural Powers?

The answer is battle.

Seek life in the face of death, and find a miraculous chance of victory in the face of certain defeat.

"It's still very difficult..."

Having resolved the threat of the Blood Sea Sword, An Jing now faces an even greater and more terrifying threat—the 'Sea of ​​Divine Power', which he can no longer avoid, break through, or deviate from.

Huai Xu has a history of over 400,000 years, and the history of the Zhaolin Yezhen Banquet in the Ancestral Dragon Hall is 200,000 to 300,000 years. The Zhaolin Yezhen Banquet is held once every thousand years. The Ancestral Dragon did not reproduce some of the weaker Heavenly Venerable imprints, but the vast majority of Heavenly Venerable imprints were qualified.

In other words, there are at least two hundred Celestial Venerable imprints here.

Although only seven of them, or rather, only seven of the marks are powerful and distinct enough to unleash their full strength and surpass the other vague marks, it does not mean that the other marks have no power.

Their combined power forms this sea of ​​divine light, which is like liquid stars or a celestial river, pouring forth!
Even the faintest ray of light was imprinted with the full power of every Celestial Venerable. Its power even shattered the void, burning down the entire top of the ancestral mountain and turning it into a void.

Anjing was located in the very center of this void, completely enveloped by this sea of ​​supernatural powers in all directions, above, below, left, and right.

He knew very well that if he wanted to win, he either had to comprehend the Dao on the spot and then comprehend another Dao of Spirit, so that his spiritual energy would be inexhaustible, allowing him to break through the Sea of ​​Divine Power head-on and knock away all the Heavenly Venerable imprints.

Alternatively, he could allow his 'Taibai Forbidden Particles' to exist in the Sea of ​​Divine Power and condense into his body once more before attempting a breakthrough.

Even An Jing felt that the former was a bit too much. His foundation was indeed profound, but this profound foundation had been transformed into his current strength of the Three Immortal Realms under the Nine Tribulations Ascension Method. Even though An Jing had some inspiration through the analysis of the Taiyin Taiyang Wuji divine power, it would still take time.

The latter is theoretically more difficult... At least An Jing can manage the former, it's just a matter of time, but the latter... How can he possibly allow his Taibai Particles to survive the terrifying attack from the Sea of ​​Divine Power, which is enough to engulf all living beings in the Zhaolin Realm?

“You have not reached the limit of the Divine Treasury, Anjing.”

But at that very moment, Fu Xie's voice rang out, calm and resolute: "Although you are indeed unprecedented and unlikely to be surpassed in the future, you are still some distance from being the strongest in the theory of the Divine Treasury."

"Leaving aside the 'Path of the Spirit' you lack in your immortal cultivation... Anjing, your foundation is sufficient to support the Five Emperors' Laws, but you have only cultivated the White Emperor's Taibai Haoling Divine Restriction. If you had mastered all five Emperors' Laws by now, and your physical forms, spiritual energy, cosmic light, spacetime, and essence had all transcended the mortal realm, then you could have broken through your current predicament."

“You can become more perfect... but that doesn’t mean you only have the Five Emperors’ Method as your choice... Think about it, Anjing. If you can figure it out, then you’re not just the first person in Huaixu’s history, you’re practically the first person in all of Dao Court’s history!”

"I'm thinking about it, I'm thinking about it..."

An Jing pondered.

The martial artist hesitated, pondered, and recalled...

He had a vague answer in his mind, a vague model.

That was... a rather naive idea from when I was a child in my previous life.

Why do people die?

As a child, he asked his master, utterly perplexed, unable to comprehend the question: "As long as you keep holding on to your breath, keep breathing, keep exhaling and inhaling..."

"How can a person die?"

At that moment, his master from his past life was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "I didn't expect that, Jingxuan, you're going to fight the King of Hell?"

"However, your idea is indeed correct."

"Ultimately, if we martial artists want to prolong our lives, it all comes down to this 'last breath'!"

in one breath.

Even though he was seriously ill in his previous life and should have died long ago, he still held on to his last breath and lived past the doctor's judgment of his limits until he was satisfied and wanted to die.

Yes, that's it.

What may seem like a simple "breath" actually requires smoothing out the meridians throughout the body, activating the internal organs and muscles, coordinating and mastering every detail of the entire body, grasping the flow of qi and blood, and invigorating the spirit.

Fight on and on. Fight against illness, fight against weakness.

Fight against death, fight against exhaustion.

Fighting against 'the life of the self'.

Just like now.

Therefore, the answer is quite obvious.

The solution is to fight!
At this moment, Anjing's will is constantly splitting, shattering, and sinking.

He did not shrink his soul back into the cave heaven—although the cave heaven contained the seed of his soul, and if An Jing's soul were to shatter, the cave heaven would revive the soul based on the seed, but that would be a true fatal blow, and he would not be able to recover to his full strength for at least a year.

But An Jing doesn't care now.

His soul was intertwined with his body, and was constantly breaking down—actively, by the martial artist, by An Jing himself, shattering, cutting, and discarding it.

He fell into the ocean.

then……

The battle with the ocean has begun.

The surging, turbulent sea of ​​supernatural power, like endless starlight, destroys and annihilates everything. Even divine weapons forged from Taibai Divine Steel will be destroyed in such flames.

However, even amidst such raging flames, a wisp of soul and a speck of dust still tenaciously persist.

It is vibrating.

It is moving.

It is flowing.

Relief.

Dissipate energy.

Leverage resources.

Even if it's just a speck of dust. Precisely because it's just a speck of dust.

Because a speck of dust is just a speck of dust, the vast and boundless ocean of supernatural powers cannot exert all its power on a single speck of dust. Even a drop of dew within it is thousands upon thousands of times more expansive and magnificent than a speck of dust.

Therefore, a speck of dust can tear off a tiny bit from that drop of dew and integrate it into its own body, making itself bigger and stronger.

The dust was fighting—it collided with a bolt of lightning, which pierced through the dust, and the dust also plundered a portion of the lightning's energy, because the Celestial Venerable's Mark that emitted the lightning quickly noticed this. But in the next instant, with that bit of lightning, the dust quickly tore off a large chunk of energy, then escaped and disappeared.

The dust was fighting—it plunged into a flame, a mistake, for the flame burned relentlessly, determined to destroy everything in its path. The dust did indeed steal a wisp of flame, but it was also ignited by it. However, the dust did not choose to extinguish it, but instead used it as a tool, a weapon, carrying the wisp of flame to charge into a phantom of a divine tree.

The micro-dust was fighting—it charged into the phantom of the divine tree, carrying flames and lightning. It was a tree root that had grown from the void, capable of drawing upon and plundering all energy in the vast emptiness, and anchoring all teleportation and escape techniques. But now, it was ignited. The divine tree convulsed in pain and struggled, the flames fighting against it. The micro-dust seized this opportunity to steal a considerable portion of the energy from the divine tree and the flames, and then continued its next battle.

Existence is a battle, thinking is a battle.

Breathing is a battle, and so is moving.

Whether it's plundering or attacking, defending or maintaining, every moment of energy needs to be seized from the outside world. It requires fighting against the universe, the void, and others to obtain the spoils for its own survival.

The essence of a martial artist.

[Martial Arts]

It is this kind of thing, used for resistance, used for fighting!

The dust particles keep fighting and keep growing.
That's how martial artists are.

Unfamiliar supernatural powers? It doesn't matter.

A life-or-death situation where a single mistake could mean certain death? It doesn't matter.

Because the soul is scattered, even thinking becomes intermittent? It doesn't matter.

Martial artists don't care about anything, because 'martial arts' is about resistance. They don't pursue fairness or care about rules. Whether it's fighting one against one, or a sneak attack or a backstab, if a martial artist can't handle the situation, it means that 'martial arts' has not reached perfection.

Only when you are at your peak and fight against someone at their peak can it be called a 'duel'? Don't be ridiculous. Anyone who practices martial arts should know that even if you are hit by a dump truck and have broken bones all over your body, lying in a hospital bed on a ventilator to stay alive, if someone comes to challenge you with a machine gun or even a tank, then a martial artist must deal with it.

If we lose, it only means that we have failed in martial arts.

No, no, no... If I had to say, the failure of 'Wu' should have happened even earlier.

Why didn't you dodge the dump truck? What about the martial artist's reaction time and speed?
Why would someone break a bone after being hit by a dump truck? What about the martial artist's techniques for neutralizing force?

Why do fractures not heal quickly? What about the physical constitution and willpower of a martial artist?

All of it was a failure of martial arts.

This situation is undoubtedly the greatest failure for a martial artist.

So now, An Jing is forced to split himself into dust, drifting in the Sea of ​​Supernatural Powers. Is this considered a failure?
No.

no way.

Even if one chooses to disintegrate or turn into fragments, it is merely a technique, a state, and is essentially no different from breathing.

Breathing is also a battle.

The dust was still fighting. By now, it was large enough to absorb many other dust particles and merge into a seven-colored, iridescent core that shone with strange light. It was so dazzling that it was like a sun of seven luminaries emerging on the sea of ​​supernatural powers.

An entity appeared before it.

Xuan Tian Sacrifice.

It's roughly like this.

He was incredibly powerful, his blood surging with energy, his terrifying physique and spiritual aura now converging in his hand into an incomparably sharp divine spear, capable of piercing and shattering everything.

The divine spear locked onto the dust. It could sense that it couldn't avoid it; it was a causal link. The spear had already hit its target, but it hadn't been thrown yet. Xuan Tianji had concealed his true strength before this. He probably obtained the seed of the Yingtian Immortal Tree back when he left the Divine Treasure Realm imprint at that level, and through this seed, he gained extremely powerful strength.

The divine spear vanished. It was about to fulfill its purpose, striking the speck of dust, erasing it completely, and banishing its essence beyond the Radiant Scale Realm.

It is invisible. No method of observation using the normal material world or the realm of the void can reveal the trajectory of the divine spear—it has no speed, no process, and it hits its target the moment it is thrown.

Because this shot was launched from the future and cannot be interfered with; it was thrown in the past and cannot be stopped; and it hit the target in the present. There is no other possible divine shot. It utilizes the supreme cosmic light mystery of the divine tree that spans the past, present and future.

However, even tiny particles can be seen.

Because a speck of dust is not merely an individual entity. A speck of dust is part of the celestial realm; a speck of dust is the world.

Thus, the dust changed its form and condensed into its first physical entity...

hand.

A hand made of light, spacetime, and the seven celestial spirits appeared and grasped the spear.

Xuan Tianji was stunned.

No flesh, no brain, no torso, no legs and a second hand—a single hand materialized in mid-air, and then, in the next instant…

The spear was thrown back by this hand.

The same method, the same order, the same divine power.

The spear struck Xuan Tianji, piercing through his two arms that were blocking his chest, bypassing his defenses, and slamming into his armor, sending him staggering backward and leaving a long trench in the ground.

In the end, the spear dissipated, and the mark of the Xuan Tian Sacrifice also began to fade away.

[This is incredible... Could martial arts possibly have a complete form?]

Releasing his shattered hands, Xuan Tianji looked in the direction of the broken hands with a sigh. At least for now, as a martial artist, he looked at those hands with an almost envious and longing gaze: [No, perhaps not in its complete form, but... he truly grasped the essence of martial arts.]

Even as a speck of dust, even as fragmented thoughts, he still resisted, still refused the power imposed upon him.

Thinking, acting, breathing, existing—everywhere is martial arts; everywhere is a battle.

Even if one loses their physical body, shatters their soul, and even their own existence is excluded from the Radiant Scale Realm, from the dust, from the hand, or rather... from Anjing.

He is still fighting.

"Approaching the Dao through martial arts"—this is a description that many of the Celestial Venerables present had received, but now, without a doubt, it is no longer just a description.

But an entity.

【Manifestation of Supernatural Powers - Ultimate Dharma of the Grotto Heaven】

An undying spirit, a body ready for eternal battle.

The hand began to grow larger, and from the hand as the starting point, it began to condense into a larger and more complete 'self'—it was also constantly manipulating, manipulating, and connecting with other supernatural powers, constantly absorbing other supernatural powers.

Hands can be injured—even damaged by powerful attacks. Hands are not invincible, just as their owners were forced to dismember themselves. But they are immersed in, adapting, learning, and experiencing this ocean of supernatural power.

Until the very end, all the Celestial Venerable imprints present suddenly became unable to sense or lock onto the entity they had obtained.

then……

A beam of light suddenly appeared.

Immediately afterwards, a portion of the power within the Sea of ​​Supernatural Powers betrayed the mark of the Celestial Venerables.

Subsequently, it became the material for 'dust' to reshape itself!

Clench your hand into a fist!

boom!
At that very moment, the crimson imprint between heaven and earth surged, and the enormous crimson palm print that stretched across the sky of the Zhaolin Realm seemed to turn pale and dim, as endless crimson light condensed, seemingly converging towards a Celestial Venerable imprint.

That was indeed very powerful, indeed very terrifying. The materialized life and materialized laws seemed to be about to become real beings through that mark. Something extremely terrifying, powerful, and irresistible was about to descend upon this place.

And so, the fist was thrown!

A martial artist should not complain when attacked by a sneak attack, nor should a martial artist complain when challenged while ill.

Therefore, it is not wrong for a martial artist to strike first, nor should it be wrong for a martial artist to launch a surprise attack while the enemy is transforming, changing shape, combining, or descending!
So, in that very instant!

【What? ! 】

Just as a wisp of blood lotus differentiated and recombined, condensing into an incomparably holy celestial being, a fist slammed into her face!
What a heavy punch that was, containing destructive power!

Everyone could see it. Whether it was the marks of the Celestial Venerables, or Jin Yanhua and the other geniuses who were fighting the Primordial Dragon, or even the Primordial Dragon itself, the Blood Sea Spawns, the Ancestral Divine Beasts of the Scaled Realm, and the ferocious beasts, they all saw it.

Even those outside the city, including the Four Seasons Dragon God, the Blood Sea Celestial Venerable, the Divine One Sect Master, and other Celestial Venerables who were rushing over and projecting their divine senses onto the vicinity of the Scale Realm, all saw it.

I saw it—an incredibly heavy iron fist, seemingly containing the weight of an entire world, branded onto the left cheek of the holy and majestic Goddess of the Blood Sea. I saw the immense force tearing through her skin and denting her flesh. I saw that before the blood could even gush out, her bones were shattered by the impact, and her teeth shot out like bullets from her other cheek, piercing through her flesh.

Then, his entire head was completely shattered by the sword and fist of divine punishment!
Everything happened in a very short instant. The God One Sect Master could only feel that the Blood Lotus he had descended into the Scale Realm was directly shattered, and that descending avatar was also directly exploded.

Endless bursts of blood-red light and fragments of divine consciousness exploded in all directions, forming a spiritual storm that swept across the entire summit of the ancestral mountain.

At the eye of the storm, the fist gradually loosened.

The figure gradually solidified and materialized.

An Jing slowly withdrew his fist.

He exhaled a long breath of turbid air that seemed to burn with endless flames, then looked around. The celestial marks that had been filled with shock, astonishment, and even laughter also revealed smiles.

At this moment.

An Jing has conquered himself and death. In the worst and most terrifying scene, like a real furnace of heaven and earth, he was hammered by countless supernatural powers, forging his body bit by bit from the smallest part!
The will of God is eternal.

Thus, an immortal body was achieved!

He won the first revival match and made a comeback!
This is how An Jing found a third option, in addition to the first option of 'achieving the path of the spirit' and the second option of 'mastering the Five Emperors' method'.

With his mastery of martial arts, the Taibai Haoling Divine Restriction, the Supreme Heavenly Man True Understanding, and the Way of the Universe, An Jing recreated his own indestructible physical divine power, the Taibai Haoling Divine Restriction's theoretical Heavenly Venerable-level Great Divine Power, [Taibai Disaster-Slaying and Evil-Breaking Undying Body], based on the Taibai Haoling Divine Restriction's theory!
An Unquenchable Heart, an Everlasting Body!
At this moment, in a sense, he was no longer just a simple Three Immortals Karma Divine Treasury... but a Three Immortals Karma Divine Treasury with certain characteristics of a Celestial Venerable!
At this moment, An Jing did indeed gain some insight. Having already achieved the 'Way of Law, the Ultimate Skill', he took another step forward!
Martial arts and Tao.

Victory and defeat.

A true martial artist can fight in any desperate situation and regard all difficulties as part of honing their martial skills.

As long as friction exists between forces and beliefs continue to intertwine, resistance will never disappear!
New life arises from death. In the process of creation, if one dares not step out of boundaries, dares not challenge the unknown, dares not seek new possibilities in the daily repetition, or even dares not accept imperfections and failures... can that still be called creation?

And now, An Jing has created himself once again!

At this moment, as the spiritual light emanating from the shattered incarnation of the God One Sect Master spread in all directions, creating layer upon layer of crimson halos, everyone seemed to be reactivated.

What just happened?

Duan Chenguang was stunned when he saw this.

He rushed over just to remind An Jing that the God One Sect Master's goal was not simply to try to break through to the Lingxiao realm. In fact, He wanted to infiltrate the Zhaolin Realm and devour the Ancestral Dragon Scale when He met with it!

Who could have imagined that the leader of the God One Cult would be defeated so easily!?

Haha, hahahahaha

Outside the Realm of Radiant Scales, the Four Seasons Dragon Gods, after a moment of stunned silence, couldn't help but burst into laughter—even the Death Dragon God, theoretically an ally of the Blood Sea Demonic Cult, was now writhing in laughter, almost binding himself into an infinite loop, unable to continue his battle with the Rising Dragon God: [God One, God One, Crimson Goddess, you, you…you're too amusing!]

[If you're going to summon an avatar, why didn't you prepare some defensive measures for it? Hahaha, how can someone be so funny!]

Even though the Dragon Gods were actually being suppressed by the God One Cult Leader, they were still overjoyed. In that instant, whether serious or carefree, optimistic or pessimistic, the four Dragon Gods all rediscovered the hopeful and joyful attitude they had when they were young: [You, a Celestial Venerable descending from the Nine Heavens of Refining the Dao, were slain by the Divine Treasury. Even if it was by destiny, you will be remembered by everyone for at least an entire Great Epoch!]

【Oh yes! 】

The ancient dragon god, with the clearest memory of the past, suddenly realized, and quickly retrieved his memory from the past: [That guy again, He Wuchang of the Heavenly Will Cult! Yes, that's him, the Heavenly Will Western Expeditionary Envoy—we used to laugh at him for being killed by an internally strengthened Martial Vein incarnation with his Divine Hidden Realm cultivation level, but now it seems his defeat was not unjustified, quite normal; we greatly underestimated him!]

Because his opponent was An Jing, the one capable of slaying a Heavenly Venerable incarnation who had reached the Nine Heavens of Refining Dao!

The leader of the God One cult did not speak, but his face was flushed red, like a ripe fruit or the sunset. He was almost gritting his teeth, wanting to say something, but he could not say anything, because in the face of facts, any explanation was futile and any analysis was just an attempt to cover up the truth.

[If you're so capable, then you do it!]

In the end, He could only utter this sentence, and could only increase the power in His hands to continue suppressing the ancient and modern history books, fighting the two dragon gods to the end of time and space, even erasing history itself.

At that moment, the leader of the God One Sect was genuinely considering whether he should simply abandon the Ancestral Dragon Scale, do everything in his power to defeat all the Four Seasons Dragon Gods, and then use the Book of Time to completely rewrite and erase his damned history of defeat.

Fortunately, He was not alone.

The Heavenly Demon also did it.

At this moment, An Jing, who has condensed the eternal battle body of Tai Bai, once again confronts the imprints of the Heavenly Venerables.

But this time, there were no seven top-tier Celestial Venerables who could pose a life-or-death threat to An Jing. This time, he was almost like a tiger among sheep. He brandished Fu Xie in his hand, swinging a huge sword arc from left to right, and immediately severed several Celestial Venerable marks.

Faced with his fierce offensive, the Celestial Venerables branded themselves to keep their distance, intending to kite and wear him down. However, An Jing was not ignorant of other supernatural abilities. He raised his hand, and the lightning that had been shining brightly suddenly dimmed in his hand, then transformed into a great destructive divine lightning. This lightning surrounded An Jing in the form of 'floating Qi soldiers', and then shot out in all directions a rain of dim black lightning bullets.

Under the watchful eyes of those distant witnesses, it all seemed as if a dark celestial river flowed from the horizon toward the ten directions of the heavens, extinguishing all supernatural powers, dimming the clouds and rosy hues, and destroying everything in its path.

"So strong!"

Zheng Huayan was also staring at this scene in astonishment. He did not continue to make a move and joined Jin Yanhua in suppressing the Primordial Dragon. This was not only because the Primordial Dragon's momentum was getting weaker and weaker and was being suppressed and destroyed by Jin Yanhua, but also because he knew very well that the key point now had nothing to do with that messy and meaningless strange dragon.

"But..." he said, his expression still solemn and extremely tense, "the Heavenly Demon has not yet made a move!"

"The true purpose of the demons from the outside world is to stir up the thoughts of the hundred evil lords within the ancestral dragon scales with endless blood, tears, and despair!"

"If they succeed, then everything..."

It won't succeed.

Because, just now... just now, when An Jing reconstituted his battle body, defeated the avatar of the Divine One Sect Master, and fought against the imprints of the Heavenly Venerables again... he did indeed encounter a rather troublesome imprint.

It was a Celestial Venerable mark that, for some unknown reason, concealed extremely powerful strength. It seemed to possess a portion of the aura of the Xuan Tian Sacrifice, or perhaps it contained a fragment of the Xuan Tian Sacrifice mark within its body. Moreover, it had collected many other Celestial Venerable marks.

Clearly, these Celestial Venerable imprints share some common ground. Perhaps they were all corrupted by demonic energy or had cooperated with the Heavenly Demon. In any case, as these Celestial Venerable imprints continuously shattered and were reassembled, the imprint grew stronger and stronger, all without making a sound.

If it were allowed to grow to its full potential, it would be an absolute disaster.

But here's the thing.

An Jing killed too quickly.

The banquet to pay homage to the ancestral dragon scales, which should have lasted for more than half a year, is now nearing its end in less than three days. The imprints of the celestial venerables should not have been shattered by the attack, but should have suddenly appeared and merged into a complete entity when the final victor paid homage to the ancestral dragon scales.

The reassembly of fragments has indeed lost its completeness, and it takes time to restore it.

Anjing doesn't give anyone extra time.

"war!"

With his keen intuition, An Jing sensed the threat posed by the strangely aura-filled mark that was gathering power. Without hesitation, he uttered the most classic shout of the Huai Xu martial artist, unleashing a sword light and then leaping forward to deliver a punch!
With an immense burst of power, he stomped on the surrounding air and shattered it. In the exploding lightning and plasma, An Jing's figure disappeared like a phantom. Surprisingly, he arrived first after being attacked, catching up with his sword energy. Fist and sword arrived simultaneously!

【Anjing...】

This mysterious mark seems to want to say something, such as introducing its identity, explaining its hidden hand, saying some trash talk, or setting up a personal profile, telling others that it seems to be the hidden hand of some demon, a foreshadowing, or the final result of some other huge conspiracy.

But it doesn't make sense.

An Jing doesn't care about these things.

In the world of martial arts, long-term planning is inherently ridiculous, because it requires a world where "there are more normal and rational people, and the whole world conforms to common sense and logic." However, in the Huai Xu Realm, even people who are theoretically impossible to appear can suddenly show up for completely irrational reasons such as "I'm in a good mood today, so I'm going to randomly pick an unlucky person and ruin their grand plan," and then fight the plan's promoter for three hundred rounds.

Just like now, regardless of anything else, An Jing directly delivered a sword strike and a punch to the mysterious mark!
In an instant, the mysterious brand was sent flying backward, its chest and head completely caved in, and it was severely injured!

Within the Radiant Scale Realm, boundless spiritual energy of heaven and earth continuously flowed through An Jing's body. The boundless power of the sun and the boundless power of the moon gave An Jing the strength to fight even a Saint Demon incarnation, and now, his power was even more incredible.

Even though the mysterious mark was powerful enough to retaliate, it could only be on the defensive, occasionally shaking off Anjing, and was unable to launch an effective counterattack.

——What’s going on?
In that instant, the mysterious imprint, which had not yet reached its full potential, was bewildered. It was originally just fragments, suppressed by the Ancestral Dragon Scale. Although the four generals, Decaying Fate, Questioning Heart, and Bitter Silence, along with Heavenly Decline, had awakened a bit of its divine essence, it was still within the Scale Realm. The power of the Ancestral Dragon Saint Venerable was still suppressing it, and it had no idea what was happening.

It's good that you don't understand, because An Jing was also caught up in the excitement of the fight, and he fused the flow of Primordial Chaos Qi around his body into a unified whole, condensing it into the Evil Subduing Technique in his hand.

Killing, bringing calamity, divine retribution—these are all merely different principles and interpretations of the sword. Ultimately, they are all for the purpose of killing enemies, destroying the living, and achieving victory… Extracting the essence of these principles, I attempt to forge a sword…

nameless.

The nameless sword was swung out.

This sword strike was extremely slow, as if time itself had become sluggish and weary under its power. Above the sky, tribulation lightning roared incessantly, and endless lightning shone brightly, flickering uncertainly, making it seem as if the heavens and earth were trembling.

Boom!

Amidst the fiercely intertwined heavens and earth, a sudden, earth-shaking sound arose!

Then, a voice, not loud, calm to the point of being matter-of-fact, suppressed the thunder: "I can't think of a name for now, so let's just call it..."

"Killing calamity!"

The mysterious mark wanted to resist and dodge, but a force, a force that had awakened because of its own awakening, restrained it.

[The First Emperor!]

He roared, but it was too late.

Because the calamity has arrived.

A bright, translucent divine sword, as clear as a spring under the moon, descended from above the phantom of the Four Heavenly Swords!
Time and space surged like a tide, the vast emptiness was like clouds, and ripples spread out in layers. In that instant, He could see nothing and sense nothing, as if all existence in the world had gathered on that single blade.

Only one sword!
All the onlookers witnessed this scene, and in a daze, it seemed as if they saw a divine sword descending from the sky, carrying the majestic power of heaven, irresistible and unstoppable, while the domineering divine intent burning within it surged like a raging tide.

—The calamity has arrived; your fate is no longer in your own hands—

—Life and death are decided by me, obedience and rebellion are in my hands, and divine punishment is all within my sword!
He was struck.

Then it disappeared.

With a single sword strike, all was silent.

When that mysterious mark, hidden deep within the many Celestial Venerable imprints and serving as the Heavenly Demon's final trump card, was completely annihilated by the sword of [Killing Calamity] before it even had a chance to announce its existence.

An Jing could feel that the vast power within him, which had been surging endlessly due to the [Eternal Battle Body], had finally found a gap.

That is the weakness that inevitably results from extreme exhaustion.

Although the power originating from the cave quickly provided him with crucial support, he still turned around sharply, wanting to look around and search for those beings who still wanted to challenge him.

But it's gone now.

At this moment, all the Celestial Venerable imprints ceased their attacks.

They all stopped, standing still in the void, silently watching Anjing.

Then, after a brief silence, the Sword Master mark of the Ancient Beginning Sword Court, who was closest to An Jing, slowly raised his hand.

Snapped.

A crisp round of applause rang out.

Then came the second, the third... applause rose from all directions, eventually becoming a continuous roar that echoed throughout the entire summit of the ancestral mountain.

They were clapping.

【Congratulations】

【Congratulations! 】

[The most powerful treasure of all time, I concede, is none other than you!]

The new generation surpasses the old; this is how it should be, how magnificent!

You won, but I admit defeat.

many.

Numerous congratulations, well wishes, and heartfelt blessings resounded in An Jing's heart.

A martial artist does not deceive himself.

A defeat is a defeat; that's the fact, and no one can deny it.

Now that things have come to this, all the Celestial Venerables have realized that even though An Jing has been fighting one battle after another and his aura has weakened to the extreme, and he almost couldn't catch his breath just now, he is not someone who can be easily defeated.

If you had tried to launch an attack while the momentum was there, An Jing would have used the pressure to accelerate your breathing and then start another battle.

It's no longer necessary.

A trial is a trial, and life and death are life and death. Since this is just a trial, we should accept the outcome when it is decided.

Therefore, they offer their congratulations.

Congratulations to this year's Zhaolin Yezhen Banquet! The ultimate victor has emerged from here.

An Jing exhaled a long breath of turbid air carrying a faint golden flame. He looked around at the ancient powerhouses who were slowly dissipating, turning into countless specks of light, and calmly surveyed his surroundings.

At this moment, beneath the ancestral mountain, the equally earth-shattering battle of dragons has also come to an end.

With Jin Yanhua and the other prodigies working together, the core of the Primordial Dragon—the Heavenly Dragon Body of the Fallen General—was pierced through mid-air by a rocket claw that popped out from the mechanical dragon's chest armor. No matter how much he struggled, he was ultimately burned to ashes inch by inch by the Five Weapons Divine Thunder, which was powerful enough to melt all things.

All the conspiracies of the Blood Sea, all the schemes of the Heavenly Demons, and even those tricks of unknown origin, were all flattened and crushed.

Just as a 100-ton heavy truck wouldn't care what it runs over, An Jing didn't actually put too much effort into these trivial matters.

He simply felt the gazes that were converging upon him.

Everyone was watching An Jing.

Now, Yan Hua, You Ru Hui, Su Xin Bai, Yue Qing Ge… all the prodigies, all the elites of the younger generation in the entire Huai Xu Realm, felt no jealousy, no resentment. Just like the Heavenly Venerables who had already admitted defeat, they looked at that figure with the purest respect.

At the same time, throughout the entire Zhaolin Realm, all surviving beings felt that will that transcended all things.

In the golden forest, thousands of giant beasts lowered their proud heads.

On the vast plains, the galloping herd of beasts stopped in their tracks and bowed their heads to the ground.

In the deep swamp, an ancient and ferocious creature lurks slowly to the bottom of the water, as if to show its submission.

Above the sky, a soaring divine bird circled down and folded its wings.

Even those ancient behemoths that had long since died, leaving only mountain-like skeletons, seemed to have a reverent fire burning in their empty eye sockets. Their massive skeletons trembled slowly under an invisible force, and their once majestic skulls, which should have pointed to the sky, drooped accordingly.

All beasts bowed their heads.

An Jing felt the gaze upon her.

He slowly raised his right hand.

"I won!"

He declared.

Om-!
As if in response to his declaration, the ancient ancestral dragon scale atop the ancestral mountain emitted an unprecedentedly brilliant light.

Above it, the insights and imprints of powerful figures belonging to those who had paid homage throughout the ages vanished completely at this moment, having been thoroughly refined and purified.

The Fuxie in Anjing's hand also emitted an extremely pleasant buzzing sound, as if it were laughing.

—In the morning, I hold up the sun and moon in the nine heavens; in the evening, I trample heroes under my feet!

[An unprecedented victor...]

A gentle and ancient voice resounded in Anjing's heart.

Please turn your head away.

A wisp of purplish-blue light quietly emanated from An Jing's shoulder, and he turned around.

Within the infinite fractal radiance of the triple lotus of the pure and flawless ancestral dragon scale, an eye slowly emerged.

It was a gentle dragon's eye, as if it contained all the mysteries of the world's very beginning.

An Jing turned around and walked step by step toward the Ancestral Dragon Scale.

When he stepped onto the mountain peak constructed of purple and blue candlelight, all the stars in the entire Zhaolin Realm dimmed.

The past and the future, the starlight of the heavens, are not meant to be bestowed upon An Jing, but rather because their brilliance is so dazzling that it cannot rival An Jing's presence at this moment.

It is not as good as Anjing.

As they approached, Zu Long's voice rang out again, tinged with a hint of emotion.

I have met many people. Among them, only a handful can be recorded in history, remembered by heaven and earth, so that countless seekers of the Way in future generations may know their names, supernatural powers, and pride.

And you...

Anjing, you are different.

Your name will probably be lost to time.

Because anyone who sees you and becomes your enemy...

Both will fail.

This is the proof of the nameless. You, perhaps, will be that nameless being.

“Never underestimate the heroes of the world. In the future, someone will always emerge.” An Jing laughed upon hearing this. Without pausing, he arrived before the Ancestral Dragon Scale.

"But now."

He reached out and gently pressed his hand on the scale that radiated endless, infinite light, like a candle flame: "At least in this realm, in this world."

"I am invincible throughout history!"

(End of this chapter)