NOVPUBChapter 551 -390: Martial Ancestor
“In that case, I will no longer ask.”
The Immortal Ancestor sighed softly, “I still haven’t found the slightest clue about the person who helped the Dao Ancestor back then. Martial Ancestor, can you confirm that the path that person took was truly the Immortal Path?”
“There is no mistake.”
The Martial Ancestor nodded, his tone firm:
“When that person acted, there was an aura of Immortal Path laws, and their strength was formidable. Just a single incarnation traversed the river of time and space to arrive, carrying no protective Immortal Artifacts. The Ancient Martial Ancestor at that time gathered thirty percent of Heavenly Fate to protect himself, yet was still severely injured by this person, nearly dying. In that battle, sixteen Ancestor Realm beings besieged Zheng Chu, nine died and seven were wounded, not a single one retreated unscathed.” 𝚗o𝚟pub.𝚌𝚘𝚖
Speaking of this matter, the Martial Ancestor couldn’t help but show some emotion:
“If it weren’t for this, with the Heavenly Fate completely reshuffling, how would there be a day for you and me to rise?”
“It’s truly unimaginable.”
The Immortal Ancestor shook his head, a hint of hesitation in his voice:
“To severely wound Martial Ancestor without using any Immortal Artifact, the Heavenly Fate occupied by this person must have been at least forty percent or more. Given the current situation, whether in the past or the future, I find it hard to imagine the Immortal Path producing such a figure.”
“Before Zheng Chu appeared, who would have imagined someone could monopolize so much of the Heavenly Fate?”
The Martial Ancestor turned to gaze at the Vast Universe before him, his eyes slightly narrowed, “To possess a full ten parts of Heavenly Fate would allow one to become the new Master of Heavenly Fortune. How likely do you think this is?”
“Hard to say.”
The Immortal Ancestor’s expression was solemn, “Even if one had ten parts of Heavenly Fate, it is merely for the Great Universe. With the Vast Universe beside it, ultimately, it is only half. Whether one can become the new Master of Heavenly Fortune still depends on the Vast Universe.”
Speaking of this, the Immortal Ancestor’s tone became somewhat uncertain:
“I heard that back in the day, the reason the founders of the various Paths took action against the Dao Ancestor was that the spirits of the Heavenly Fate of all paths issued warnings, saying the Dao Ancestor was the one to trigger calamity, who would slaughter the powerful of the era and reboot the universe. Is this true?”
“This indeed happened,” the Martial Ancestor nodded, “Shortly after Zheng Chu entered the Ancestor Realm, the True Spirits of the Heavenly Fate of all paths reacted simultaneously.”
“Since the Dao Ancestor is dead, it seems that such a prophecy cannot be taken seriously now.”
The Immortal Ancestor instinctively replied, then suddenly realized something, his expression slightly changing:
“Simultaneously?”
“Simultaneously,” the Martial Ancestor’s gaze turned slightly cold as he asked, “Do you truly believe that the original Master of Heavenly Fortune, who disrupted Yin and Yang and divided the two realms, is genuinely dead?”
Upon hearing this, the Immortal Ancestor’s face appeared somewhat troubled, “I do not know.”
The implication of those words was all too clear.
If that Master of Heavenly Fortune is not dead, then all the Heavenly Fate now remains in his grasp.
The so-called Dao War, the endless living beings who died in the struggle for the Heavenly Fate, all seemed like mere games to this person.
“The one who desires Zheng Chu’s death may still live today.”
The Martial Ancestor let out a cold laugh, “The prophecy may not be wrong either, as this world still does not tolerate the Qi Cultivators, cursed with a fate full of misfortunes and relentless calamities, clearly with intentional rejection.”
“Please speak plainly, Senior,” the Immortal Ancestor’s expression was stern.
“Zheng Chu did not truly die.”
The Martial Ancestor withdrew his gaze from the Vast Universe, his expression forlorn, “The Ancestor Realm is the end for all beings, but I can confirm there is a path above the Ancestor Realm. Zheng Chu may very well be on that path now.”
“The Dao Ancestor is not dead? There is still a road ahead?” The Immortal Ancestor was momentarily stunned, lost in thought.
“Time and space can only limit living creatures and cannot restrain those above the Ancestor Realm. The past and the future can be completely overturned, with another path to take above the river of time and space.”
Before he could contemplate further, the Martial Ancestor spoke gently:
“I have spoken all I have to say, the time has come.”
As his words fell, the overwhelming blood flame gradually receded, merging into the Martial Ancestor’s body.
In the next instant, his physical form shattered, transforming into intricate blood patterns, flowing towards the gap in the Boundary Gate.
The Immortal Ancestor’s expression was grave, bowing slightly, he spoke softly:
“Ziyang bows to the senior who departs.”
Nourished by the blood patterns, the Boundary Gate seemingly came to life instantly, with the fractured gap beginning to tremble. After a moment, like flesh and blood reviving, it began to grow and heal.
After half a day, the gap, akin to a heavenly trench, fully healed, restored to its original state.
Buzz—
A clear bell chime resounded, exploding in the minds of all Ancestor Realm beings across the Great Universe, with the echoes lingering for a long time.
When the Ancestor Bell tolls, the Heavenly Fate disperses on its own.
An Ancestor Realm has fallen.
The Heavenly Fate that scattered due to the demise of the Martial Ancestor did not return to the Martial Path but lingered near the Boundary Gate for a long time.
Finally, the Immortal Ancestor froze, as if realizing something, his expression dawning:
“So that’s it…”
After a moment, he let out a long sigh:
“This half of Heaven’s Fortune, the junior accepts with regret.”
Boom!
Accompanied by a resounding explosion, the starlight near the Boundary Gate was instantly cleaved by the Yin and Yang dual colors.
A celestial sundial emerged from behind the Immortal Ancestor, spanning across the star river. Brilliant white flowing fire and pitch-black profound ice alternated in fusion, as the black and white gnomon slowly rotated above, gradually converging.
The instant the gnomons merged, the time and space nearby was severed in an instant, the dispersing Heavenly Fate rapidly converged, merging into the celestial sundial.
After a moment, the celestial sundial absorbed all the Heavenly Fate.
The repair of the Boundary Gate signifies the elimination of external troubles, and the Dao War will be given impending consideration.
If the Martial Hall still held thirty percent of the Heavenly Fate, it would signify six Ancestor Realm beings, and with the Martial Path’s habitual belligerence, the Dao War would undoubtedly be advanced greatly.
Now, with this half of the Heavenly Fate, both the Immortal Alliance and Martial Hall hold twenty-five percent each, plus the Myriad Realms close by, maintaining a delicate balance.
This way, the arrival time of the Dao War can be significantly delayed, and some respite given to the living creatures in the Great Universe.
Looking at the fully repaired Boundary Gate, the Immortal Ancestor furrowed his brows slightly, muttering to himself:
“The Dao Ancestor is not yet dead… The past and the future can be overturned… What does this truly mean?”
After pondering for a while, the Immortal Ancestor raised his hand and issued an edict:
[The Martial Ancestor filled the gap with his body, his celestial功 for all paths, all under the Immortal Path are to mourn for three years, to honor the Ancestral Spirit, violators will be executed immediately!]
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Martial Hall.
Numerous Martial Cultivators, all clad in white garments, holding their weapons, with black flags fluttering behind them.
On the flags, the totem of the word ‘Martial’ woven in silver thread tore through the void, each stroke dense with the killing intent accumulated over billions of years.
In the vast starry sky, cultivators gathered like a river, sad winds sweeping the banners, white tides engulfing the sun and moon, shadows of blades congealing cold tides.
The several Ancestor Realms long unobserved in the world were all present.
Ji Zhouyin, the Hall Master of the Martial Hall, also clad in white, wielded a long blade.
Listening to the resonating bell chime in his mind, Ji Zhouyin’s eyes reddened slightly, lifting the blade to cut his palm, covering his face with the blood-stained hand, leaving chilling blood marks on his visage.
“Farewell—Martial—Ancestor—”
The prolonged cry filled with grief echoed beneath the starry sky, pouring into the layers of nebulae.
All the Martial Cultivators covered their faces with blood, their expressions unreadable.
The silver ‘Martial’ character on the black flag emitted a hue of blood, as Martial Arts True Intent wove through the star river like waves, stirring the sounds of blades and fighting.
This was the ‘Dao Chime’.
