Chapter 1963 : A Spark of Fate Ignites, 9 Deaths of Fate Extinguish

In the end, they cornered Yan Jinghan at the edge of the Primordial Chaos Sea, where an earth-shattering battle erupted between the 2 sides.

After this battle, Yan Jinghan's innate spiritual treasure, the Slaughter Sword Embryo, was shattered, and over half of the powerful enemies who had come to hunt him down had fallen.

In the end, the gravely wounded Yan Jinghan, clinging to his last breath, ultimately tore through the Chaos Sea in a desperate surge and vanished into the desolate expanse of the Primordial Chaos.

Meanwhile, deep within the Return Abyss Immortal Realm, Eldrin felt a sharp, inexplicable pain pierce his heart.

After a brief moment of finger-counting divination, his face paled slightly, and a torrent of murderous intent surged within his pupils.

"What's wrong?"

Lyra held her close and couldn't help but inquire.

Eldrin shook his head and sighed, "The tribulation fated in their destiny has finally come to pass."

Upon hearing this, Lyra (Person Name) fell silent and asked no further questions.

"Kill... kill... kill..."

Deep within the Chaotic Heavenly Extremity Domain, Chen Xianchang fought with maddened fury.

He single-handedly cut down all the champions of the Chaotic Heavenly Extremity Domain, only to face an even more terrifying foe.

The Pure Yang Imperial Court, the most powerful among the 4 Great Imperial Courts, took action, gathering dozens of peerless experts to hunt him down.

It must be acknowledged that the Pure Sun Imperial Court was truly formidable. This lineage boasted 7 peerless Imperial Scions, all of whom appeared to have employed some forbidden arts to forcibly enhance their foundational strength. Each had cultivated 7 indestructible foundations, while their leader—a supreme adversary who had forged the True Spiritual Root (Spiritual Root) foundation—stood as their vanguard.

Logically speaking, with the immense power of the 30-3 Heavens Ocean God Pearl, even facing such a formidable foe, Chen Xianchang should have been able to suppress everything.

Yet the adversary was no ordinary man. The Pure Yang Imperial Scion unleashed the Great Emperor's forbidden artifact, forcibly dispersing the 30-3 Heavens Oceanic Divine Pearls.

Because the 30-3 Heavens Ocean Pearl was missing the 3 most crucial orbs, the formation artifact was not perfectly flawless, allowing the Pure Yang Imperial Son to find a weakness.

With no other choice, Chen Xianchang could only burn his lifeblood and primordial spirit, forcibly cutting a path through the formation to escape from the vast, chaotic expanse.

He pushed himself to the brink of exhaustion, nearly burning through the last of his strength, before he managed to temporarily escape the relentless pursuit of his powerful foes.

Meanwhile, in the Primordial Domain of 10 1000 Gods, Yuansheng found himself teetering on the brink of utter desperation.

As the Primordial Realm of 10 1000 Divinities was far too powerful, it also harbored numerous great adversaries of Eldrin.

The 4 Great Imperial Courts not only dispatched multiple top-tier Ancient Immortals, but also persuaded several Great Luo Divine Clan members who possessed the Eldrin (Person Name) Dao Rival.

Amidst the great war, Yuansheng found himself besieged by over a 100 formidable foes. Even after unleashing his peerless techniques, he still struggled to break through the encirclement.

Trapped within the formation, he had no choice but to battle the assembled heroes. Already at a severe disadvantage, the conflict escalated into a grueling and desperate struggle.

Fortunately, Yuansheng possessed the 9 Deaths Nirvana Pearl bestowed by Eldrin (Person Name). Though this single-use innate spiritual treasure could only grant a Great Luo Golden Immortal 9 revivals at most, it was sufficient to restore certain injuries.

However, Keyuan Sheng’s current cultivation level allowed him to achieve a perfect revival 9 consecutive times, and with each revival, he absorbed the power of the 9-Death Nirvana Pearl, growing even more formidable.

But now, Yuan Sheng faced the siege of over a 100 powerful foes. Time and again, he perished only to be reborn, each resurrection fueling his desperate struggle against the onslaught.

After 9 consecutive resurrections, Yuansheng had forcefully slain dozens of powerful foes, yet he ultimately reached the point where his oil was exhausted and his lamp withered.

His mana was completely depleted, his body covered in wounds. His cultivation base was nearly exhausted, and his primordial spirit teetered on the verge of extinguishing...

A group of powerful foes suppressed him with an Innate Spiritual Treasure, gazing at him with a mixture of awe and admiration. The Imperial Son from the Profound Abyssal Imperial Court couldn't help exclaiming, "How can this man be so formidable? Had we not laid down the killing array and brought the Emperor's Forbidden Artifact, we might truly have failed to subdue him."

Elsewhere, a deity from the Primordial Domain of 10 1000 Gods sighed softly and could not help but remark, "Even if the Path of Sacrifice is flawed, with his strength, once he attains the Dao and becomes a Great Luo Golden Immortal, he will undoubtedly possess the potential of a Chaos Origin Emperor."

"Merely boosting combat power through the Moonfall Legacy's remnants—hardly indicative of true potential."

Another man shook his head, his tone dripping with disdain, yet a profound gravity still gleamed in his eyes.

At that moment, a young emperor from the Primordial Domain of 10 1000 Divinities inquired, "He has reached the end of his rope, with even his Indestructible Primordial Spirit shattered. Shall we hunt him down for good?"

"Hold it."

At that very moment, Prince Youxuan spoke up, "Given his formidable power, perhaps we could make use of him."

"My Netherdark Imperial Court possesses the Profound Nether Art, which can use his soul as the foundation to reshape a new primordial spirit, molding it into a Soul Slave of my Netherdark Imperial Court."

"If this succeeds, we may obtain memories concerning the Sacrificial Art and the Abyssal Return Daoist."

The others were momentarily taken aback. A young imperial scion from the Primordial Domain of 10 1000 Divisions spoke up, "He has already established his True Spiritual Root (Spiritual Root) foundation. Will this truly yield any effect?"

"Useful." The Eldrin Prince spoke, a cold smirk curling his lips. "Though he has cultivated a True Spiritual Root foundation, the 7 foundational pillars throughout his body have coalesced into 1 unified entity. It appears to differ from an ordinary True Spiritual Root foundation."

"This unique primordial spirit is not as powerful as a True Spirit Primordial Soul, and it's already on the verge of exhaustion. Perhaps we can give it a try."

As his voice faded, the Young Master of Profound Darkness produced a vast quantity of Soul-Nourishing Wood and laid down a formidable forbidden array, trapping it within to be refined.

Meanwhile, within the formation, Yuansheng—who was nearly drained of all energy—suddenly felt a surge of soul power flooding into his body.

Immediately after, a forbidden array surged into his body, beginning to tear apart and reshape his Primordial Spirit power.

This caused Yuansheng to furrow his brow slightly, a trace of solemnity coloring his expression. The soul of the Sacrificial Path had long merged with the physical body, making it nearly impossible to reshape or alter.

Yet now he had reached the point where the oil was exhausted and the lamp had gone out. He had sustained irreversible injuries, and his primordial spirit was like a guttering candle flame, on the verge of being extinguished at any moment—yet still holding the possibility of being remolded.

However, with his True Spiritual Root (Spiritual Root) foundation, he could fully resist this reshaping force—though the price would be his complete annihilation.

Of course, the True Spiritual Root (Spiritual Root) possessed an exceptionally powerful foundation. Even after sustaining such severe injuries, or even facing complete annihilation, it could still revive and return—though this required an exceedingly long period to achieve.

At this thought, Yuansheng resolved to stop this force even at the cost of his life.

"No, I cannot die!"

But just at that moment, a sudden thought flashed through Yuansheng's mind: "I promised my master that even if I perish and fall, I must cultivate the Sacrificial Dao to help him complete the Great Dao."

"If Master could attain the Dao, what matter if my spirit is remolded and I am no longer myself?"

Yuan Sheng murmured inwardly, recalling the scenes of his youth when countless demons ran rampant and the world was filled with the lamentations of the suffering.

In his moment of deepest despair, an ancient scroll descended from the heavens, bestowing upon him the path of cultivation.

"The Great Starfall Tribulation, the Desolation of Cangling."

"In the Demon Clan's Star-Shattering War, the Star Spirit Clan was nearly annihilated. I took action to quell the Cangling Demon Calamity, vanquishing the Outer Realm Demons. No demonic entity above the Nascent Soul stage remains in this realm."

Yet upon the Ancient Star of Cangling, many low-level demonic cultivators still cling to their last breath, while legacies of demonic cultivation lie scattered across its lands.

"If left unchecked, this realm may face demonic turmoil again in thousands of years."

"I take pity on the suffering of all living beings, thus I bestow upon you 1 volume of the Daoist Scripture. Devote yourself to diligent cultivation, and should you 1 day quell the great calamity and ascend as an immortal, we may meet again."

Yuan Sheng murmured inwardly, recalling the scene of their first meeting all those years ago, and finally lowered his gaze slowly.

He began harnessing this forbidden power to reconstruct his shattered and feeble primordial spirit, pouring all his memories into the newborn consciousness. His final thought condensed into a single phrase.

"Born of karma, extinguished by karma."

A single thought births a bond; 9 deaths sever its ties.

"You shall be named 'Fate's End'. Live well in my stead, slaughter all those contemptible schemers out there, and help our master perfect the Path of Self-Sacrifice."

"Bzzz—"

In that instant, all of Yuan Sheng’s fragmented spiritual consciousness surged into the newly formed 1, becoming the foundation of ‘Yuan Mie’.

In the outside world, seeing the soul reconstruction proceeding so smoothly, the Netherworld Crown Prince could not help but reveal a look of ecstatic joy.

He gazed at Yuanmie, a flicker of delight crossing his mind as he thought, "If I can successfully reshape such a powerful soul slave, wouldn't I be able to crush everything in my path during this great tribulation?"

With this thought in mind, he began retrieving various rare treasures and artifacts, among which were numerous precious items bestowed by the Emperor of Profound Darkness to mend his foundation.

So many priceless treasures surged into Yuansheng's body, beginning to reshape his soul under the influence of the forbidden formation.

Just as his soul was about to take form, a faint smile flickered across Eldrin's lips. Without hesitation, he activated the forbidden arts, intending to refine the nascent spirit and begin rewriting the memories of this newly formed consciousness.

At this moment, he discovered that this newly-formed primordial spirit was unexpectedly difficult to alter.

Little did he know that the Sacrificial Body was essentially an enlarged primordial spirit, originally formed from the metamorphosis of a cultivator's Dao Embryo—which itself bore resemblance to a cultivator's Nascent Soul.

However, after completing the Sacrificial Self ritual, the newly forged Sacrificial Self body becomes an amalgamation of flesh and blood, primordial spirit, the Great Dao, and the fruits of enlightenment—the very foundations of existence.

In such circumstances, attempting to alter the memories of the Sacrificial Self's primordial spirit would be tantamount to simultaneously reshaping the Great Dao, the physical form, the Dao Fruit, and all other foundational elements.

The forbidden arts of the Nether Sovereign excelled at reshaping primordial spirits, turning them into his soul thralls, yet they proved utterly useless against this Sacrificial Vessel of mine.

At that moment, Prince Youxuan sensed something amiss and immediately sought to cease aiding Yuansheng in reforming his primordial spirit. Alas, it was already too late.

"Boom—"

In an instant, heaven and earth trembled, the void quivered.

Yuan Sheng… or rather, the newly reborn Yuan Mie, tore through the void and emerged, standing calmly atop the heavens.

This time, as the primordial spirit was reshaped, the newly reborn Yuanmie inherited all of Yuan Sheng's memories and retained the same true spirit, yet he was no longer the Yuan Sheng of old.

He slowly lowered his gaze, accepting all the memories, before finally casting his eyes down upon the assembly.

"You—"

The Dark Mystic Emperor's heir felt a bone-chilling dread and immediately sought to retreat, but alas, it was already too late.

But in that instant of perfection, he instantly made his move. A supreme Dao of Annihilation swept across the heavens, instantly reducing the Dark Mystic Imperial Son to nothingness....

Having broken through and then established anew, the Nirvana After Annihilation was now incomparably superior to what the Karmic Genesis had been before.

Even more terrifying was that while inheriting Yuansheng's Great Dao of Demon Subduing, Yuanmie had also comprehended the Great Dao of Annihilation and the Great Dao of Vitality from destruction and rebirth.

Thus, the convergence of these 2 great Daos has already set foot into the realm of the True Spirit Dao.

The Darkmoon Imperial Prince had merely forcibly elevated his foundation to the Seventh Indestructibility. Without the aid of formations and over a 100 supreme Ancient Immortals, how could he possibly be a match for Yuanmie (Person Name)?

After slaying the Eldrin Emperor's Son, Yuanmie stepped out of the formation. After performing a brief finger-calculation, he discovered that this reforging of his primordial spirit had taken over a dozen millennia. Those figures who had once hunted him had now all departed for the Abyssal Ancient Path to undergo their heavenly tribulations.

"The roles have been reversed, everyone..."

After comprehending all causes and effects, Karma’s End let out a tranquil sigh and ultimately vanished into the primordial chaos.

At the moment of Yuanmie’s birth, deep within another part of the chaos, inside a chaotic nest, Lu Chong’a’s face was etched with the marks of hardship and time.

After years of relentless battles, Lu Chong'a had narrowly escaped dozens of pursuits and eliminated numerous adversaries in return. Unbeknownst to him, the accumulation of wounds upon his body grew increasingly severe.

At this moment, Lu Chong'a held an ancient seal in his hand, his expression tinged with nostalgia.

"Ying Hui, it was I who failed to protect you."

Lu Chong'a spoke slowly, his pupils burning with overwhelming hatred.

Lu Chong'a rose from humble origins, never lacking in perseverance, tenacity, or daring. Even before attaining immortality, he had consistently overwhelmed all rivals in his path, displaying an unrivaled edge.

Yet ever since becoming a disciple under Eldrin, he had always adhered strictly to convention, refining only the established methods to their absolute peak. His approach remained steady and methodical, never once venturing into risky endeavors.

Yet it was not until the moment his dao companion perished in his embrace that he finally understood—this world had never offered absolute safety.

Since the dawn of antiquity, across countless eons, the Chaotic Sea has forever surged with magnificent grandeur.

His so-called tranquil years were built upon the skies upheld by Eldrin (Person Name) and the other Great Luo.

Had his methods been powerful enough then, had he possessed strength that surpassed all limits, could he have joined forces with Ye Yinghui's ultimate techniques to fight their way out?

Lu Chong’a remained silent for a long moment before finally drawing the Slaughter Heaven Divine Malice from his sleeve. This Slaughter Heaven Divine Malice was an immensely powerful Primordial Malice Qi. Once refined, it could transform 1 of his Immortal Treasures into the Slaughter Heaven Immortal Treasure.

With the Immortal-Slaying Heavenly Treasury upon him, his combat prowess would be enhanced by 32,000-fold.

However, this came at an immense cost—not only must 1 endure excruciating agony, but it could also lead to the complete shattering of an immortal trove.

"Danger is inherent to cultivation. If 1 dares not take risks, how can 1 ever possess abilities beyond the ordinary?"

Lu Chong’a murmured softly, his resolve finally settling into place.

Gritting his teeth, he began forcibly refining this strand of Annihilating Heaven Divine Malice.

As 1 of the 10 innate Divine Fiends, the Slaughtering Heaven Fiend could be called peerlessly domineering, possessing the killing might to annihilate all things.

Origin Source, Qi and Blood, Force Extreme, Primordial Qi, Soul, Dao Heart, Eternal Life, Heavenly Secrets, Laws, Great Perfection.

Lu Chong'a sensed the 10 great immortal vaults within his body. After remaining silent for a long while, he ultimately refined them directly into the Power Extreme Immortal Vault.

In an instant, the Power Extreme Immortal Vault began to tremble violently, tainted by boundless Slaughter Heaven Fiendish Energy. Its overwhelmingly domineering power nearly destroyed this immortal vault completely….

Lu Chong'a gritted his teeth, summoning every ounce of his strength to resist, battling against it ceaselessly through countless ages.

No 1 knew how much time had passed, but in the end, willpower triumphed over the God-Slaying Demonic Qi. Lu Chong'a had completely undergone the metamorphosis of his Immortal Vault.

"Has it succeeded?"

Lu Chong'a murmured softly, raising his head to gaze at his Power Extreme Immortal Vault, only to discover that it had already transformed into the Slaughter Heaven Immortal Vault.

This immortal treasury possessed the attributes of the Power Extreme Immortal Treasury, yet was fused with the savage, slaughterous power of the Slaughtering Heaven Fiendgod Slaughter. The fusion of these 2 forces had elevated Lu Chong'a's offensive capabilities by far more than just a few tenths.

What was even more terrifying was that Lu Chong'a discovered his Slaughter Heaven Immortal Vault had undergone a transformation.

If the original Power Extreme Immortal Vault was only comparable to a 9-Limit Foundation, then after merging with the Slaughter Heaven Divine Sha, this Immortal Vault had become sufficient to rival an Indestructible Foundation.

Moreover, it was a supreme indestructible foundation, even faintly touching upon the realm of the Half-Step True Spirit Immortal Vault.

"The Immortal Vault of Eternity?"

Lu Chong'a murmured, witnessing for the first time the latent potential behind the immortal treasury, his eyes blazing with incandescent light.

A moment later, he snapped back to reality. Sensing the energy within him, he shook his head. Though he yearned to return and exact vengeance, his body was riddled with severe injuries. Moreover, his enemies wielded the Emperor’s Forbidden Artifact—with his current strength, he stood no chance against them.

At this thought, Lu Chong'a ultimately gritted his teeth and retrieved a wisp of Dao's Origin from his sleeve.

This was Ye Yinghui’s Dao Origin, which he had kept in his possession all along without refining it. But now, driven by his desire for vengeance, he had finally made up his mind.

"Ying Hui, accompany me. I shall wield your strength as my own and carve a path of vengeance in your name."

Boom—

As the words faded, Lu Chong'a consumed Ye Yinghui's Dao Origin.

As the Dao Source integrated into his body, Lu Chong'a instantly felt the power within him surge violently. His 10 great immortal foundations began to undergo continuous metamorphosis.

No 1 knew how much time had passed when Lu Chong'a awoke from his secluded cultivation chamber, rising to peer into the chaotic depths.

He caressed the Mark of the Returning Abyss, his gaze seeming to pierce through to the true spirit and faint soul within. Finally, he spoke with serene composure, "Ying Hui, I'm taking you to kill." 39,314,805.

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