Chapter 1409: Decisive Battle

Author: The Smile of Three Hundred Catties

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Last Updated: October 13, 2020

Chapter Word Count: 5104 words

"Go!"

Many from the Myriad Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms, who had been hesitant, suddenly felt a wave of relief and quickly retreated.

"The tide... the tide..." Rong Cheng clenched his fists, feigning composure as he looked into the distance.

He gazed at the six figures, sensing an unimaginable vitality emanating from them. "The essence and spirit of a civilization are most courageous and fearless at their inception... Among them, only Tu Xin possesses the true combat strength of an Immortal Saint. The remaining five are temporary combatants, having only cultivated warped minds, taking over the bodies of other clan members to unleash their power. I fear that once today passes, these prodigies are sure to die."

Rong Cheng looked at these individuals, destined to be geniuses of the same caliber as themselves in the future. How could they be so reckless with their lives? If he were in their position, he couldn't possibly do the same.

He sighed softly, his gaze bypassing the six figures before him and falling upon the Myriad Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms, which were hastily retreating. "What a stark contrast. We have truly decayed, fearing death. We no longer press forward with courage, our minds are clouded, and we lack the resolve to fight to the death..."

Whoosh!

A vast number of the Myriad Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms began to withdraw.

Only a few scattered cosmic forces remained, still possessing a fierce will to fight and willing to risk their lives to stay and assist in the battle.

Zhi Ji's expression darkened. "If the entire Myriad Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms had united to fight these six, there wouldn't have been no possibility of victory. But their resolve is not unified; many have fled..."

"Nearly all of the Myriad Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms present are encircled here. If we are completely wiped out, all our efforts will have been in vain, and we will have no power left to resist," Liu Qi said coldly.

Now, from every perspective, it was a deadly, unavoidable crisis.

The hands of their Immortal Saints could not reach into the Sea of Chaos. They were Saints who wielded the Heavenly Dao within the universe, but the Sea of Chaos, outside the universe, was beyond their reach...

"Are we truly to be annihilated prematurely?" Kuang Tu's body sagged.

"There's still one way. The nine of us can't act within the Sea of Chaos, but if *that* one were to..." Zhi Ji's words unsettled the other Immortal Saints.

"They might not be willing," Wen Meng said.

"How will we know if we don't try?" Kuang Tu mused, looking into the distance. "This is our last hope."

The six powerful beings struck fiercely, directly encircling the adjacent Myriad Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms. Each took on a single force: the Netherworld Heavens, the Mother River Heavens...

"I, alone, fighting countless universes—what a feat!" A towering presence laughed heartily, looking at the Mother River civilization before him.

"Hehehe, the methods of that Evil God are astonishing, and the phantom born within her is terrifying, but she is too slow," a Saint said. "Prince Tu Xin, you go hold them back, and we will eliminate the others."

They spoke one after another.

A terrifying battle erupted completely over the Sea of Chaos.

At this very moment, all the trump cards and forces of both the old and new eras fiercely clashed, as if the final battle, "Twilight of the Gods," had begun ahead of schedule.

Immortal Dao Palace.

The nine Immortal Saints slowly knelt.

Seated high above was an elderly figure, shrouded in mist. "The nine of you have done very well in entering the world to brave the tribulation... Yet, unexpectedly, such an unforeseen turn of events has occurred. Originally, with your unmatched Saintly power, you could still resist them for a while, guarding against any new beings daring to land. But now..."

"You haven't even made your entrance, and you are no longer needed... Those monsters are too clever; they bypassed you."

Indeed, no one had foreseen this scene.

But this was reality. Was it not perfectly normal for the true battle to erupt prematurely due to calculations? If you accounted for the future, and I also accounted for the future... then, under mutual interference, in calculating the future's arrangement, destiny would inevitably no longer be predetermined.

"Your Highness, please intervene," said the Immortal Saints, one after another. "They bypassed the nine of us, but they cannot bypass you. Within the Sea of Chaos, you still possess ample combat strength. As long as the Immortal Realm surfaces and the Tenth Cosmic Continent descends, appearing at the location of their great battle in the Sea of Chaos, we will be able to recover our combat power."

They could only wield the Heavenly Dao within the universe, but it was impossible to move the nine great cosmic plates. Therefore, the best method was to allow the Tenth Cosmic Plate to surface, giving them the possibility to wage war.

The Tenth Universe could allow them to remain invincible even within the Sea of Chaos.

"You entered the world, but I did not. Why should I help you?" A cold, detached voice came from above. "My promise to you was to bring you to this moment in the future; everything that follows must be achieved by your own efforts... You entered the world, but I have no need to. Why should I assist you?"

"If the Immortal Realm does not appear, no one will be engraved into it. I merely await the opening of the Great Dao's gate in the Tenth Universe, to ascend to the Eleventh Stage... My Great Dao is within reach; I cannot enter the world and become entangled in karma."

The voice from the depths ceased, and silence followed.

All the Immortal Saints exchanged glances, a bitter smile on their faces.

Once the Immortal Realm surfaced, it too could be invaded, making it difficult to protect itself...

"Are we truly doomed?" Kuang Tu let out a bitter laugh.

His gaze turned outward, where the relentless slaughter continued.

Overwhelming, mythical slaughter spread throughout the Sea of Chaos, reaching an extreme level of brutality.

"They are not playing by the rules at all."

"They intend to annihilate us completely before the decisive battle day, not even allowing our Myriad Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms to develop, not even giving us a hint of a variable... Yet, even if both sides were to develop, our growth rate is far slower than theirs. The further along we go, the greater their advantage should be..."

As Tu Xin's words fell, silence descended upon the entire scene.

"Quick, flee!"

Someone cried out, having lost all will to fight, wishing to retreat with their Myriad Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms.

Because the opponents were truly determined to fight to the bitter end!

Each of their presences resonated like a grand bell.

Their resolute will to die echoed in the minds of everyone present.

Some scattered smaller heavenly forces had already begun to slowly withdraw and retreat.

Tu Xin calmly observed the scene before him, standing tall above the ocean. He stated coldly, "Flee. Flee without worry, following the Great Dao. I will not impede those of you who wish to escape... I will only keep a few major heavenly forces; all others may flee."

"Evil God, Netherworld, Mother River..." Tu Xin named them one by one. These were the heavens to be kept.

All the Saints felt pressured by their imposing aura.

And these "Myriad Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms," without the protection of their Immortal Saints—the ultimate bloodline combatants who suppress the lands on the nine great cosmic continents—how could they not feel fear at this moment, lacking solid ground beneath them?

Whoosh!

"Honorable Ancient Saints, at this very moment, please die for the future of all beings under heaven!!!"

"Honorable Ancient Saints, at this very moment, please die for the future of all beings under heaven!!!"

Behind them, five powerful, towering giants, light-years in size, slowly emerged. Their fighting spirit was vibrant, and fierce flames burned in their eyes as they roared:

"Are they really throwing their lives away?"

"Each of them, as great as an Immortal Saint, instead of engaging in internal strife, monopolizing the future of their civilization, and perpetually seeking higher ground, they are sacrificing their prospects and their very lives..."

"They won't even allow us to introduce a single variable..."

The immense essence, spirit, and sharp resolve contained within them, full of the vigor of a new era, left all the old Saints stunned in place.

The essence and spirit of a nascent civilization were fully demonstrated here.

"Madmen."