Chapter 1670: I Open the Way for Future Generations

The myriad worlds remained resplendent, as the Era of Radiance approached its most glorious zenith, and within the Great Thousand Worlds, the fires of evolutionary civilization shone brightly.

However, beyond the mortal realm, Chu Feng remained silent, constantly observing the ominous land. He felt an inexpressible suppression, a terrifying aura permeating the air, threatening to breach the dam and sweep across all the vast universes at any moment.

While monitoring the ominous land, he accumulated strength, seizing the last moments of tranquility to comprehend all the patterns inherent in the myriad things of this world and throughout time.

He never ceased his journey; his silhouette was left in the sacrificial sea as he continuously analyzed those patterns. Before the magnificent altar, he lingered for a long time.

On the path of reincarnation, he wandered alone like a ghost, searching through the web-like passages, deciphering vague and incomplete imprints.

“Is it the root of that fire?” Chu Feng gazed at the ancient netherworld, extracting primeval patterns from that ancient land, which, accompanied by faint flickers of firelight, he drew into his time furnace.

He had left the stone jar, seeds, and stone zither with Lin Nuoyi and Yaoyao, but he kept the peculiar furnace with him, deeming it too inauspicious.

Even at the Dao Ancestor realm, Chu Feng had begun refining himself with the path of time, burning his flesh and soul, experiencing immense pain as he constantly disintegrated.

In the past, he had used the time furnace against his enemies, earning him the moniker “Cremation Dao Ancestor” from the eerie beings.

No one knew that for eons, Chu Feng had been using this furnace to incinerate himself, all for the sole purpose of tempering and strengthening himself.

This practice continued until he became an Immortal Emperor, as further self-incineration held little significance, being unable to significantly harm his body or soul.

However, in recent years, while deciphering runes in the ancient netherworld and on the grand altar in the sacrificial sea, he had unexpectedly extracted an eerie firelight from them, which seemed to be the ultimate source of the Great Void Fire and Ancient Cosmos Flame.

He lowered his gaze, looking at the time furnace in his hand, then used the root of the fire he had collected within it over recent years to forge himself. It posed a slight threat to those on the sacrificial path, but its impact was still minimal.

However, he discovered that this fire had some restraining effect on eerie powers.

Were the altar, the ancient netherworld, and the path of reincarnation all once connected to a certain being? Chu Feng thought of the creature at the center of the eerie race's grand sacrifice.

He had once traced back against the great river of time, but alas, he saw nothing but a blur.

The Era of Radiance was a vast and long epoch, though it was now nearing its end. Yet, the ominous land had been slow to act, seemingly waiting for this era to reach its full brilliance before commencing the grand sacrifice.

Chu Feng cherished this suppressive yet precious time. Excluding past eons, over the last few hundred millennia, he had continuously explored the ancient path of reincarnation, deciphering ancient imprints and engraving his own runes.

The eerie firelight he had collected was now considerable, posing a certain threat even to beings at the sacrificial path level.

Alas, it was ultimately too fragmented; little of that fire remained, making it difficult to gather into towering flames.

Afterward, Chu Feng also visited the Lesser Netherworld, passing through the base of Kunlun Mountain to enter the Luminous City of Death. He took the crude stone millstone from the city, shrank it, and weighed it in his hand. It was extremely hard and could serve as a weapon.

He somewhat suspected that the stone jar, the millstone, the time furnace, and other items might all be interconnected.

The grand sacrifice had not yet arrived; its delay until today was invaluable to Chu Feng. His cultivation had become sufficiently profound!

Primarily, by sacrificing his twin Dao fruits to step onto this path, he had directly broken through to an extremely high level. Now, as he continually refined his power into one, he felt confident in killing Ancestor-level beings.

“What lies beyond the sacrificial path?” Chu Feng pondered. Having reached this realm, a vast mist lay before him, and he had lost his direction.

“Clang!”

The long blade on his person vibrated, emitting an intensely sharp murderous aura. He knew that the malevolence in the myriad worlds was growing increasingly potent, and his weapons had begun to warn him.

He had walked the path of domain evolution, traveling through all the heavens and delving deep into chaos. Naturally, he had collected countless rare treasures of heaven and earth, forging more than one weapon, yet none of them were benevolent; all were instruments of slaughter!

His long blade, imbued with boundless power of slaughter, was forged in chaos and had drunk Chu Feng’s own blood. During the confrontation with the twin Dao fruits, he had even used this blade to strike himself.

In addition, he carried a war spear on his back; though its terrifying aura was contained, one glance revealed it to be a peerless harbinger of destruction.

Chu Feng’s mastery of spatial domains was unparalleled through the ages. For years, he had used these domains to forge weapons, making exceptionally thorough preparations.

Besides these, he also carried nine great banners, which were the crucial artifacts he intended to use to dismantle that plateau.

Relatively speaking, the Vajra Bangle was considered his most benign weapon, yet even it now radiated murderous intent, having once been cast with his own blood.

“This day is finally coming,” Chu Feng murmured, appearing in the human world. He sighed softly, sensing that it would not be long now.

In the ethereal depths, he had a premonition that in this battle, he would likely be unable to eliminate all the eerie beings and would perish himself, though he knew not how many problems he might solve for future generations.

“I want to eradicate all the Ancestors!” He yearned to wipe out his wicked foes, his heart filled with unwillingness.

If he were to die in the ominous land, no trace of him would remain in the world, just like Huang, Ye, and other predecessors, whose very existence vanished from ancient history.

“If I play this dangerous gambit, offering myself to the inauspicious to become the greatest source of evil, I must control it; there must be no mishaps.”

He knew that if he reached that point, he would truly die; his “true self” would collapse, and what his flesh and blood embodied would no longer be him.

However, he hoped that in the final moment of complete eerification, he could retain a shred of consciousness, seizing an opportunity to strike.

On this day, besides reinforcing the domain runes in his origin that were meant for self-destruction, Chu Feng also traversed the myriad heavens, continuously engraving patterns.

On stone slabs, within mountains and rivers, amidst the twilight glow, and among the stars, he carved his name, leaving behind memories inscribed with his runes.

“Even if my true self is gone, O inauspicious body, you must strike for me for a single instant, to slay all eerie beings; otherwise, you shall not possess the flesh and blood I leave behind!”

Chu Feng utilized his domain, continuously engraving, leaving his traces throughout the myriad heavens.

This was memory, and also an incantation, almost a curse, a great power of the sacrificial path, undertaken by himself: not to forget the past, not to forget his original intention.

If his true spirit were to perish, the resonance of the myriad heavens would serve to remind his remaining eerie body.

Death, he did not fear; the eternal dissipation of his true spirit, he was unafraid. He had prepared to abandon everything; though eternal damnation was already destined, he would not halt.

In all these myriad things, amidst the mountains and rivers, his blurry reflection appeared, continuously humming softly, as if seeing him off. In the bleak, cold wind, his solitary silhouette remained.

Gone, never to return!

He strode forward silently, bearing his spear, holding his celestial blade, beginning to approach the eerie, ominous land.

For he sensed the stirrings of the eerie race; the grand sacrifice was about to commence, and he would absolutely not allow any new Ancestors to emerge.

“Woooo…”

A desolate sound echoed from that plateau; a certain ritual was about to begin, and the grand sacrifice was coming.

Chu Feng cast one last look back at the myriad household lights, the resplendent human world, its bustling mundane affairs. Then, he looked no more, resolutely plunging towards the ominous land!

On this day, boundless dense fog permeated, shrouding all the heavens. All races were terrified, as if the end of the world had arrived, causing all cultivators to tremble from their very souls.

But on this same day, a resplendent figure pierced through the darkness of the heavens, illuminating all ages. Accompanied by undying flames of light, he single-handedly charged into the ominous land!

The eerie dense fog was dispelled, the darkness torn asunder. Who was that person? The cultivators of the myriad worlds were shaken, having never seen him before, knowing neither his name nor his past.

Yet everyone perceived his resolve, his unwavering advance, as if he had no intention of ever returning!

Lin Nuoyi and Yaoyao sensed it, weeping continuously, yet they did not see him off, for they knew what they must do!

In fact, by the time the world saw that figure, Chu Feng had already charged into the ominous land; what appeared in the myriad worlds was merely a fragmented afterglow he left behind.

Deep within the ominous land, at the end of the plateau, the Ancestors had indeed revived. Today, they were to perform the grand sacrifice to complete the number of ten Ancestors!

Immortal Emperors bowed, and countless eerie beings knelt prostrate across the plateau, chanting “Ancestor!”

Boom!

Dazzling light tore through time and space, shattering eternity, impacting the end of the plateau. A brilliant celestial blade cleaved down, its radiance reflecting throughout all ages, past and present!

“The third variable, truly exists in this world!” One Ancestor looked up, staring at Chu Feng, and raised his own blood-dripping great sword, slashing towards the outside world.

At this level, there was no such thing as a sneak attack; with a single thought, mountains, seas, universes, and stars were all within one's mind, perception omnipresent.

The dazzling blade light and sword light clashed. Chu Feng arrived, wielding the immense power of the heavens, his back covered in countless domain runes, illuminating the past, present, and future, striking the end of the plateau.

Pfft!

To the stunned gazes of the eerie race, Chu Feng’s celestial blade cleaved through ancient time and space, severing the future, shattering his opponent’s great sword, and vertically splitting that Ancestor. Blood splattered high as the Ancestor’s entire being exploded.

The other three Ancestors were deeply shocked; a newcomer had actually reached this level? All of them immediately attacked, intent on killing Chu Feng.

Boom!

In the sky, endless, densely packed domain runes, connected to the great powers of the myriad worlds, poured down, overwhelming, with intense radiance, descending upon the end of the plateau.

Instantly, heaven and earth overturned; this ominous source exploded, the earth cracked, and the ancestral land, reputed to be eternally indestructible, was pierced through.

At the same time, the three Ancestors who had attacked simultaneously were also blasted apart by the domain runes of the heavens, eerie blood splattering everywhere.

The ancestral land, never before torn asunder, was for the first time pierced through by the vast domain rooted in the heavens, shattering into pieces and spreading afar.

Even the Immortal Emperors were terrified. What kind of power was this?

Across the entire plateau, at the very edge of the land, countless eerie beings were affected; many exploded and perished with expressions of terror.

Dao Ancestors, Immortal Emperors, and the remaining eerie tribes trembled, feeling as if the end of days had come; someone had actually shattered their ancestral land?!

Throughout the heavens, mountains and rivers, stars and azure skies, every blade of grass, every tree, all things, glowed. Domain runes manifested, surging towards the ominous land!

At the same time, people saw a blurry outline, a faint shadow reflected in the heavens, originating from beyond the world, from that eerie source: someone, alone, was battling in the ominous land!

Alas, after that, they could no longer see; their strength was far from sufficient.

“Ah…”

The four Ancestors roared, furious and somewhat terrified. Had the plateau almost been overturned by someone?

The brilliant blade light flashed again as Chu Feng charged forward, his celestial blade sweeping across. He alone launched a massive assault against them. Simultaneously, behind him, endless, densely packed domain runes continuously poured into the depths of the ominous land, aiming to destroy the entire plateau.

Boom!

An Ancestor was cleaved in half, blood light soaring into the sky.

Dazzling domain runes bloomed in the ominous land, continuously exploding, blasting through, shattering, and tearing the entire plateau. Chu Feng, with his long hair disheveled, fought with frenzied abandon, his brilliant blade light, accompanied by runes, continuously striking the Ancestors, while the Vajra Bangle also slammed into them!

The sound of flesh tearing, the roars of the Ancestors, and the brutal sight of Chu Feng's own body having been torn open repeatedly unfolded in the depths of the plateau. The plateau was in great collapse.

Immortal Emperors, Dao Ancestors, and the surviving eerie tribes fled frantically out of the ominous land, away from that place of destruction.

Finally, the sky-filling runes dimmed; the heavens could not perpetually supply their great power without exhaustion. If it continued, the heavens themselves would cease to exist, dissolving into nothingness.

Deep within the ominous land, a calm settled. The plateau was shattered beyond recognition, the earth pierced through, a scene of utter desolation.

Nine shattered great banners lay horizontally on the cracked earth.

The four Ancestors were covered in blood, ferocious as vengeful ghosts, their gazes fixed intently forward.

There, a figure, stained with blood, yet with still-intimidating eyes, erupted with immeasurable murderous aura, holding the celestial blade, staring at the four of them.

One Ancestor spoke chillingly, saying, “In the past, we deduced everything, the great net descended, and all the big fish were suffocated; not a single one escaped. We never imagined that the third variable was merely a small fish back then, freely passing through the gaps. That year, you were far from a threat to us. How could we have known that upon our revival, you would have grown and proactively come to our doorstep?”

On that day, they had killed the masked Empress, believing her to be the third person. Now, it seemed, they had been entirely mistaken.

“What a pity, your arrival in this life is also to deliver yourself to death!” an Ancestor said indifferently.

Beneath their feet, the plateau was healing, eerie aura permeated, and vast power steamed forth. Most terrifyingly, from cracks in the rear, three figures slowly emerged; they had come from underground coffins!

Chu Feng’s heart sank instantly. He recognized the three figures: they were the three Immortal Emperors who had survived from ancient times. After long eons, they had become Ancestors!

Seven figures stood across their path, all radiating endless terrifying power, locking onto Chu Feng, staring at him with cold gazes.

“That minor sacrifice back then was to complete the three of you!” Chu Feng sighed, understanding everything at once.

Primarily, at that time, his strength was insufficient, preventing him from acutely perceiving the terrifying changes within the ominous land.

Before their slumber, the Ancestors had bestowed primeval substance, giving all three an opportunity to successfully evolve. For the sake of certainty, they initiated a minor sacrifice to escort themselves.

The so-called grand and minor sacrifices were originally meant to offer that person as a sacrifice, and the plateau could also gain much vitality from it.

As for Ancestors, Immortal Emperors, and so on, they did not require such sacrifices in the past. However, at the end of the Era of Revival, the three Immortal Emperors made an exception for this purpose, solely to achieve Ancestor status.

Back then, completing the number of ten Emperors was merely a facade.

What weighed most heavily on Chu Feng’s heart was that all three had succeeded, not a single one failed. Even with some premonition and psychological preparation, it still made him sigh.

In this life, he, alone, had to face a full seven Ancestors!

This was a death trap; how could he, alone, eradicate all wicked foes or resist this plateau? This was a destined, inescapable defeat.

Too late, he had come too late. Chu Feng fell silent. Yet, if he had come earlier, he would have been even more powerless, as he was merely an Immortal Emperor then.

After all, the three newly ascended Ancestors had been supreme Immortal Emperors many eons ago, and with primeval substance in hand, they had advanced into the sacrificial path realm before him.

Furthermore, there were four Ancestors escorting them.

And he had nothing; he could only rely on himself to reach this point. Was sacrificing his life and abandoning everything today also destined to be in vain?

Yet he was utterly fearless; the conviction in his heart still soared like immortal flames, illuminating all ages, past and present. His power, his battle intent, continuously surged, shaking the eternal firmament!

Heaven and earth resonated, the myriad worlds continuously hummed softly, as if seeing him off.

With his long blade pointing, he gestured forward, stepping fearlessly, alone facing the seven Ancestors.

“Why bother? You can change nothing. This is merely walking to your death, like a moth to a flame, destined only to perish on the plateau!” an Ancestor said indifferently.

“All predecessors throughout history fought to their deaths; not one lived in ignominy. Today, I too have reached this realm. How can I retreat? Not a single step! Even if I am outmatched and destined to die, I must still fight with all my might to slay the enemy!”

Chu Feng’s voice shook time and space, spreading throughout the heavens. He could die, fearless, hoping that in the distant future, there would still be successors.

All predecessors throughout history were like this: fearless, rising generation after generation, shedding their blood, unyielding even in death, forcing the beings on the plateau to pay the greatest price.

“It’s meaningless. Your blood will only stain the plateau red,” an Ancestor stated.

Chu Feng no longer responded. Even if it meant death, he would strive to kill the Ancestors, doing everything in his power to alleviate the pressure on future generations. He would simply do his utmost, never retreating half a step.

“I forge a path for future generations!” Chu Feng roared, shaking the Great Thousand Universe and endless time and space. With a touch of tragic heroism, he charged forward unyieldingly, swinging the celestial blade in his hand, single-handedly battling the seven Ancestors!

In the chaos, Lin Nuoyi and Yaoyao both heard his final roar. Tears welled up in their eyes uncontrollably; they knew they would never see Chu Feng again.

This was a clash of blood and fire. Chu Feng, with his imposing presence, was unstoppable in his valor. His celestial blade cut across past, present, and future, dazzling brilliantly, and an Ancestor was cleaved apart!

Booming!

At the same time, the nine broken great banners lying on the ground glowed, illuminating the past and present, sweeping into the future. They burned, drawing in endless runes. The Land of the Heavens shone, massive amounts of domain runes poured down, and the ancient netherworld rumbled, its power spreading into the ominous land through the path of reincarnation, continuously tearing apart the plateau.

Several Ancestors were affected, but they still surged forward, intent on hunting him down immediately. Chu Feng was covered in blood, having once disintegrated.

But in an instant, he reappeared, stirring the entire plateau with the nine great banners, trapping five Ancestors. He himself rapidly charged towards two other Ancestors.

The Vajra Bangle flew out, carrying boundless domains, blocking one Ancestor!

Simultaneously, Chu Feng roared, focusing all his might on another Ancestor.

“Through heaven, across earth, ending all past, present, and future enemies!”

Chu Feng had nothing left to hold back. Seizing the rarest opportunity, he unleashed his most powerful technique.

With him at the center, special patterns, like lines of longitude and latitude, pierced through, extending into ancient times, intertwining with the future, radiating into the present, omnipresent, affecting all space-time, locking that Ancestor, leaving him no chance to escape.

His own body was also covered in dazzling patterns. He blasted forward, his celestial blade cleaving into that Ancestor’s body, his fist also smashing inside.

That Ancestor disintegrated and reassembled, his entire body covered in brilliant patterns, bound and locked, resonating and vibrating with the patterns on Chu Feng’s body.

Boom!

He exploded again and again. Although he tried to reassemble his body and escape, those patterns were indestructible, perpetually locking him down, and the plateau’s great power could not carry him away.

Through heaven, across earth, ending all past, present, and future enemies!

Chu Feng’s trump card proved effective; the patterns, like lines of longitude and latitude, tightened within the Ancestor’s body, forcing their way into his soul light and striking deep into his origin.

Pfft!

This Ancestor disintegrated repeatedly, constantly being killed. Although the plateau’s great power was present, it could not save him.

Boom!

Terrifying energy boiled, then he exploded; an Ancestor had completely perished!

Chu Feng’s body also became considerably fainter. At that moment, the other six Ancestors surged out, attacking him with all their might, intent on annihilating him.

In a hopeless decisive battle, Chu Feng swayed. His long blade was broken, the Vajra Bangle shattered, and the faces of the nine great banners were torn apart. He drew out his spear from his back and charged forward alone once more! He spared no effort to slay the enemy, to alleviate pressure for future generations, and to forge a path for them!