The Heaven-shattering: Starting from the Ancient Times

Chapter 554 Extra: Our Suffering Must Not Be Taken for Nothing

As the Three Emperors sat cross-legged in their sacred space, an indescribable sense of unease suddenly pierced through their self-imposed barriers of perception.

Even if they are deprived of the power to see the past, present, and future, they can still instantly take control of the situation when it comes to fundamental changes.

With a flicker of his gaze, the desolate universe and the void beyond chaos are revived in his eyes.

For them, the past, present, and future hold no secrets.

The three of them rose from the temple, just as Emperor Chen Zhao stepped out of the temple.

Without a word, the four of them exchanged glances and knew that they felt the same way.

They traversed the heavens in a single step, descending upon the sacrificial sea. The terrifying distance that would take an immortal emperor countless years to traverse was but a fleeting moment for them.

Beneath their feet surged crimson waves, and ahead stood a black altar stained with dried black blood, exuding an eerie aura under the cold night sky.

“That person…” Emperor Shi Hao of the Desolate Heaven spoke solemnly.

The fact that all four people simultaneously sensed something pointed directly to the object of the strange ancestor's sacrifice—that mysterious being.

This was anything but ordinary. On the sacrificial path, they sat as if facing each other, able to see all their companions at a glance.

However, when they worked together to trace the object of the bizarre race's great sacrifice, they only touched upon a complete void, as if it had never existed.

This unusual blank space alerted them; this person might have gone far enough in the realm of ritual to conceal all of their past.

Now, this once silent altar is suddenly stirring; how could the four of them not notice?
Tracing back through the long river of ancient history, at the very end of an extremely distant era, an image of a vast plateau emerges.

High on the plateau, a small courtyard nestles beside a tranquil lake. On the lake's surface, two figures sit around a stove, leisurely brewing tea.

"The Human Emperor?" The Three Heavenly Emperors' gazes narrowed slightly as they swept over Chen Zhao. The figure brewing tea in the image was none other than Chen Zhao during his Immortal Emperor era!
The human emperor from the time of the Immortal Emperor actually appeared in that ancient historical fragment that had long been completely erased and was now unknown?
Chen Zhao remained silent, his gaze deep and unfathomable.

Then, the scene changed abruptly.

The person sitting opposite Chen Zhao suddenly went mad without warning. Then, the plateau, the courtyard, the lake, and the human figure appeared.
Everything shattered and returned to nothingness.

……

"let's start."

The four needed no further words; their hearts were in sync. Since they could not revive what existed in this world, they would personally travel to that era to find out!
A brand new scene unfolds in the river of time.

A figure appeared, whose face bore a striking resemblance to Huang, Ye, and Chu.

He had a fondness for drinking animal milk in his childhood, and his parents died at the beginning of the story, leaving him only with his younger sister to depend on for survival.

Their toys were a ring and a mask made of worn bronze. The planet he lived on resembled Earth, a place where technology and evolution coexisted.

I silently witnessed its rise, a path steeped in blood and tears.

Clans were wiped out, borders were destroyed, and bloodshed and chaos followed one after another. Close relatives, dear friends, old acquaintances, and beloved women all perished in the calamity.

With disheveled hair, he fought with frenzied madness, piercing through enemy lines and wiping out all his enemies.

In the end, he stood alone at the end of the path of evolution, at the pinnacle of the Great Dao, becoming the supreme being at the end of the path in the world, and all his former enemies had turned to dust.

The world was silent. He possessed unparalleled power, yet had no more attachments and no rivals.

He was half-mad, repeatedly destroyed and reborn in the endless primordial land, erasing all traces of the past and present, until he himself reached an ineffable height.

After calming down, he instantly recreated everything, bringing back his relatives and friends.

However, that initial emotion and vitality can never be found again.

In despair, he severed his own body, sacrificing the supreme Dao fruit, seeking only to leave behind the most ordinary "self" and return to a peaceful life with his resurrected loved ones.

However, that ordinary "him" eventually ran into trouble.

The sealed past and hidden emotions quietly overflow, and some of the negative sedimentation turns into ten root causes of illness.

It was the source of the ten primordial substances that later appeared on the plateau.

He was ill, and with his abilities, eradicating the root of his illness would be a piece of cake.

But he didn't.

He allowed the ominous signs of an unfortunate old age to erode him, plunging him into a state of utter confusion.

In the end, he set himself ablaze, collected his ashes in a triple bronze coffin and a stone jar, erased all traces of his extraordinary powers, and buried them in that desolate plateau.

The source of the strange clan and all subsequent calamities lies here. Tracing back to the end, the four return to reality. In a small courtyard on the plateau, the moonlight is like water, and the fire in the stove is warm. The four sit around brewing tea, the firelight dancing on their serene faces.

Suddenly, a figure materialized before them.

An ominous aura permeated the air. Thick red fur covered its body, and its eye sockets were deathly white, like those of a dead fish.

Black blood trickled from his mouth, nose, and eyes, his withered yellow hair resembling dry grass. An ominous gray mist swirled around him, emanating the most extreme and intense eerie aura!
An embodiment of misfortune in old age!
A hoarse voice, like the whisper of a vengeful ghost, rang out: "You've come."

"The source of the strangeness." The four men's eyes flashed like lightning, locking onto the source instantly.

After a brief exchange, it was confirmed that the strange incarnation before them was a trace left behind by the owner of the Three Incarnations Bronze Coffin.

"Why are you sick?" Ye Fan asked in a deep voice. How could someone on the path of sacrifice succumb to illness?
"Perhaps I want too much, or perhaps I don't want anything at all and just want to get rid of all this burden."

The man's voice was filled with endless weariness and boredom: "From nothing to something, and from something back to weariness, this world has long since left me disillusioned. I appear here only to ask my fellow Daoists to help me find liberation."

The four exchanged glances and instantly reached a consensus.

"Senior, you don't want to live anymore, do you?"

A cold smile curled at the corners of the four men's lips. How could the accumulated suffering of millennia be simply forgotten?
Join forces!

This is an unprecedented convergence of power, enough to overturn all order.

Even the traces existing on the sacrificial path were enough to make it tremble.

Is it impossible to completely eradicate the root cause of its existence?

No problem! At this moment, all we need to do is vent the anger that has been building up for countless epochs.

The fists and palm prints, imbued with the supreme power of the sacrificial path, bombarded the ominous figure without reservation.

Each collision completely shattered and obliterated its form.

It exploded and vanished into thin air.

The next moment, everyone made it reappear.

Manifestation—annihilation!
Obliteration—Revelation!
It goes on and on, never ending!

"You don't want to live anymore? We'll do whatever you want!"

"We have caused countless generations of suffering; how can our suffering be in vain?!"

Every punch landed squarely! Each strike contained the power to annihilate countless worlds.

After becoming the masters of the sacrificial path, the strange ancestors of the plateau were nothing more than clay chickens and earthen dogs in their eyes, and could not satisfy them at all.

The pent-up fighting spirit and resentment have finally found the perfect outlet!

"You've gone too far!"

Finally, the ominous figure, which was constantly being erased and reborn, let out a low growl.

In an instant, the red fur disappeared, the black blood evaporated, and the gray mist dissipated.

A man with a face similar to Huang, Ye, and Chu, but with a more ancient and weathered appearance, appeared—the real Chen Dong.

The living beings on the sacrificial path.

With a hint of helplessness on his face, he looked at the four still menacing figures: "I know you fellow Daoists have grievances in your hearts. But why take them out on this mere trace of my avatar?"

"Is that so?" Four icy gazes instantly locked onto the real Chen Dong, now revealing their sharp edges and brimming with fighting spirit.

They had waited for this moment for far too long.

With a flash, the four of them broke through time and space, surrounding Chen Dong and blocking all his escape routes.

"Fellow Daoist, we have been waiting for you for a long time."

The four spoke in unison, their voices calm yet containing a chilling force capable of freezing time and space.

Chen Dong sighed softly, "Why are you all so fixated on this? All causes and effects are not..."

"I've wanted to beat you up for a long time!" Before the words were even finished.

Four fists containing supreme power, enough to shatter the heavens for eternity.

It had torn through space and time, carrying the rage and fighting spirit accumulated over countless eras, and crashed mercilessly down towards Chen Dong in the center!
(End of this chapter)