Chapter 1585: The True Identity of the Clay Figurine

The vortex within reincarnation was immense, like a cosmic black hole devouring all energy, yet the skull-like head filled it, vast and terrifying beyond measure.

Now, that very head, capable of making the starry sky tremble, had been touched—and shattered—by a mud hand!

This was an utterly horrifying event that shocked the mortal realm. The entire world fell silent, everyone stunned as if turned into weathered stone statues.

That skull-like head belonged to the First Mausoleum Guardian, who had witnessed countless eras and spanned an unknown number of eons. It was a being that had survived from "His" brilliant golden age, and its power was beyond imagination.

Even the Immortal King who emerged from reincarnation, capable of obliterating vast universes and destroying all realms, showed it immense respect and bowed reverently, hinting at its boundless terror!

Yet now, before the mud figure, it appeared so fragile, like paper, crumbling with a mere gentle touch from the mud figure's hand. It was truly terrifying.

All realms lost their voices; the whole world fell silent.

Even the boisterous Dog Emperor, who had been making a racket moments ago, deflated, as if contemplating tucking his tail between his legs and acting... human.

Not only the Yang Realm, but all realms were observing the two-realm battlefield. Upon witnessing this eerie silence, goosebumps rose on every old monster's skin; they were truly startled. "Such a being exists in the Yang Realm?" No, it came from within reincarnation! How could this be? Who was he? Which invincible being from history was this? There was no need to overthink it; such an extraordinary existence could not have appeared out of nowhere. He must have shone brightly in an era, illuminating the history of a certain evolutionary civilization.

People were genuinely terrified; even True Immortals felt a shiver. Even Immortal Kings were bristling with unease. Didn't they see how obedient the Dog Emperor had become? He kept his large dog eyes fixed on Jiu Dao Yi, hoping to find out the identity of this being through him.

"Senior... spare me!" From the shattered skull, its true spirit light flickered, on the verge of being obliterated by the hand. Overwhelmed by extreme terror, it couldn't help but beg for mercy. This was unimaginable. At such a level, beings were usually unyielding, and even in the face of death, few would scream in such abject fear, pleading for their lives. The First Mausoleum Guardian certainly had the right to be proud and possessed profound foundations; without a certain integrity, it could never have evolved to its current level. Yet now, it was consumed by fear, screaming desperately.

People realized that the Mausoleum Guardian not only recognized this being but had also held him in immense reverence in the past, which was why he could now beg so shamelessly. Everyone was appalled.

"This... could it be Him?!" Even Immortal Kings were shocked; some couldn't help but whisper. Instantly, all beings familiar with that ancient history, especially those stronger than True Immortals, felt their scalps tingle and involuntarily gasped. "Heavens, is this a forbidden myth reappearing? Has the invincible one of old suddenly returned?!" Many almost cried out, their hearts pounding like thunder. At this moment, no one was unmoved. If this conjecture were true, it would be utterly earth-shattering, enough to shake all eons, as if the sea had rotted and the sky had crumbled!

Whether it was the decaying cosmic beings, the True Immortal experts, or the Immortal Kings who had survived in various realms but remained hidden, all were now bristling with unease. They all looked at Jiu Dao Yi, hoping to confirm through him if it was indeed *Him*! This was because Jiu Dao Yi's voice was trembling, and he had already bowed down, even sobbing with a choked voice. The more he reacted this way, the more people believed that it truly might be... Him, returned?

"Go, guard the mausoleum well." With a gentle wave of the mud figure's palm, which extended from a branch path within reincarnation, the shattered skull instantly returned to its original state. "Yes!" The enormous skull-like head reacted as if granted a great pardon. It extended half of its withered and unimaginably vast body, which trembled like a galaxy, then knelt, continuously kowtowing as if in pilgrimage and worship. Then, it turned and virtually scrambled away. Before leaving, it even seized the Immortal King and dragged him along. Its posture was astonishing, demonstrating the immense authority the mud figure held over it—truly astounding!

The mud figure's palm swept, and the colossal reincarnation vortex, resembling a cosmic black hole, vanished in an instant, leaving no ripple.

"He's still sending it to guard the mausoleum. Does this mean the nine coffins aren't empty, and someone else will revive?" Someone immediately wondered in surprise. However, compared to the mud figure, who had only revealed one hand, such questions seemed trivial. What could be more awe-inspiring than this mud figure before them?

"Are you truly... Ancestor Meng?!" Jiu Dao Yi stammered. Usually, the old man spoke slowly and deliberately, and against enemies, he was tougher than a bald-tailed dog. But today, he was shy and incredibly nervous, like an awkward youth, in such a surprising display. At this moment, he directly revealed the being's identity.

"Who is Ancestor Meng?" Many were confused; even True Immortals didn't understand. Only the surviving Immortal Kings from various realms, upon hearing these words, couldn't help but contract their pupils and shiver. They guessed which person had returned. All the kings were speechless, stunned by shock. After so many years, this person was still here, and had even emerged from reincarnation, leading to endless terrifying conjectures.

"Who is Ancestor Meng?" a Fallen True Immortal couldn't help but ask. As a result, this question caused the Fallen Immortal King, who was perpetually lost in darkness, to bristle. He glared at the True Immortal, ordering him to be silent. This was because the Fallen Immortal King was afraid, trembling with dread. Their path, their system, was distinct from the pollen path, and it was very ancient, established by *Him*. And Ancestor Meng? He was also one of the founders of this very path!

Even those who didn't know the mud figure's identity were now bewildered and utterly shocked. Since Jiu Dao Yi was calling him "Ancestor," it was clear how astonishing the newcomer's status was.

"It's him... it must be him. He disappeared several eons ago. Has he been guarding something within reincarnation all this time?" an Immortal King murmured, feeling a chill run down his spine.

"Ancestor Meng, who exactly is he?" a decaying cosmic being couldn't help but ask softly. "He is... *His* guide!" Finally, an Immortal King responded softly and cautiously.

As these words were uttered, all heavens and myriad realms actually began to tremble, as if triggering some cosmic response. Instantly, in the darkest ancient netherworld, beings opened their eyes, causing violent earthquakes. Beneath the Four Extremes Floating Earth, ancient beings also stirred, causing the Grand Dao to rumble. In the Heavenly Emperor's Burial Pit, monsters shivered, making guttural sounds! All realms in the heavens seemed to echo with the Grand Dao, triggering astonishing phenomena: ancient totems, enigmatic remnants of gods and devils with flowing divine blood, the scenes of the netherworld shattering and the Soul River drying up—all transformed into vivid phenomena, circulating throughout the world. This caused widespread panic and shock.

"His guide?" Some instantly understood the mud figure's identity. In the eyes of many old monsters, *He* was an insurmountable peak, invincible at the end of the path. Naturally, *His* guide was renowned throughout ancient history, known to many in the past.

In fact, in that ancient era, before *He* rose to prominence, *He* endured many hardships. Had it not been for the self-sacrificing protection of the elder named Meng, *He* might have suffered even more blood and pain. Moreover, regarding the path of cultivation, Ancestor Meng provided significant inspiration to *Him*, greatly influencing *Him*. *He* created an unprecedented system, initially drawing strengths from various systems, before soaring skyward and rising in the most terrifying and dark tumultuous age. Within *His* system, there were also predecessors who laid foundations, and the elder named Meng was one of them. He had already gone very far back then. Unfortunately, this great sage named Meng ultimately fell short, his own path broken, unable to connect the severed path and fully complete it. It wasn't until *He* emerged with unmatched might, traversing past, present, and future, overpowering all Grand Daos in the heavens, shining brilliantly in the sky, that *He* truly forged a path that astonished all eons, sweeping through the river of time without an equal. And in this glorious and invincible evolutionary system, the elder named Meng certainly deserved to be honored as one of the founders.

In the past, to protect the land and shelter *Him* during *His* youth, the elder named Meng fought immortal beings in a bloodbath. He was ultimately corrupted by strangeness and fell into darkness. It wasn't until *He* rose, appearing in the world, illuminating past and present, fighting across all heavens, and completely ending the dark era, that *He* retrieved the elder named Meng from the dark abyss, restoring his clarity. It can be said that the relationship between *Him* and this great sage was incredibly close, unmatched by outsiders. Now, he had appeared here, revealing himself from a branch path within reincarnation. How could this not shock the world? Even the most ancient monsters in places like the ancient netherworld, the burial pit, and the Four Extremes Floating Earth could not remain still. They not only immediately contacted the sacrificial grounds but also reached out to their respective ultimate sources!

"Is it truly you?!" Jiu Dao Yi's voice trembled as he bowed respectfully. He was certain: it was undeniably that great sage, a founder of a brilliant evolutionary system! Beside him, the Dog Emperor also stood upright, acting like a proper human, joining Corrupted Corpse to salute behind Jiu Dao Yi. For once, that dog's foul mouth didn't babble nonsense.

"Rise." The mud figure spoke. Was this an acknowledgment? Outside, everyone was shaken. Between heaven and earth, certain Grand Daos seemed to be activated, continuously rumbling. Countless runes flickered, traversing the sky, and even the cosmic rivers trembled.

"He's *His* guide, one of the founders of the entire True Immortal system?" Even a Fallen True Immortal stammered. This was truly meeting an Ancestor, seeing the great sage at the source of their path. How could he not be excited? "If you hadn't fallen, you would still be qualified to call him Ancestor. But now, you've plunged into darkness and can't turn back. Just pay your respects from afar," a Fallen Immortal King whispered. "Regardless, even though we are in darkness, a wisp of obsession in our consciousness still yearns for light; otherwise, we wouldn't be here. Whether in the past, present, or future, he is our Ancestor!" a Fallen True Immortal retorted, defying an Immortal King. He was extremely agitated.

The decaying cosmic beings also had hearts pounding like war drums. They could understand the Fallen True Immortal's feelings; after all, a living Ancestor, a founder of an invincible system, had appeared. How could they not be astonished? It was as if they had the chance to meet a founder of the pollen path; they, too, would tremble. Even now, the decaying cosmic beings subtly quivered, for *His* path influenced not just the past, but the present era was also under its radiance. Now, everyone was witnessing a miracle, a truly invincible legend—a living being from the end of a path had appeared in this manner.

Soon, someone regained their composure. Had the mud figure been in the path of reincarnation all this time? What exactly had he been guarding?! He had appeared from a branch path of reincarnation, and undoubtedly, people immediately thought of a crucial node of the path of reincarnation that *He* had opened back then! *He* had excavated the ancient netherworld, sought the most ancient reincarnation in heaven and earth, and finally established reincarnation himself, performing many world-shattering events that awed past and present!

Someone wondered, was this great sage guarding something on behalf of *Him*? Furthermore, some Immortal Kings conjectured even deeper: could it be that *He* left something behind, or perhaps *He* Himself was also within reincarnation?! Was that why this great sage had been guarding it all along? There was a rumor that *He* might test reincarnation with *His* own body to reveal the truth, and perhaps there was a small chance it wasn't false! Regardless, the fact that this great sage had been in a branch path of reincarnation all this time was a matter of immense significance. Once the truth was revealed, the implications would be unimaginable. What exactly was he guarding?!

The appearance of Ancestor Meng truly terrified the cultivators from all realms. Even the strange factions like the grey mist and black blood were silenced today; no one dared to peek, swiftly fleeing! Furthermore, in places like the ancient netherworld and beneath the Four Extremes Floating Earth, ancient beings immediately revived and transmitted messages to their respective ultimate sources. They sensed that something terrible was afoot. Could it be that *He*, after disappearing for eons, was truly about to reappear? Was Ancestor Meng merely paving the way, establishing coordinates for *His* return?

Boom! The news exploded. Whether transmitted by the strange beings or because the ancient netherworld was truly connected to the heavens, it triggered the activation of the ancient, rarely opened Gate of Heaven. A war chariot emerged from a rift in the heavens, seemingly intending to descend and investigate the truth. However, the mud figure's large hand lifted. With a gentle sweep, half of the ancient chariot from the heavens instantly vanished. With another sweep, the rift itself completely sealed! Such dominance, such power, rendered the strong cultivators from all great worlds speechless.