The Heaven-shattering: Starting from the Ancient Times

Chapter 553 Transcendence (End)
The group was engaged in a fierce battle, not counting the seven progenitors from before.

The number of ancestors has now exceeded ten, which is astonishing.

However, the immense power of the sacrificial path is beyond anyone's comprehension.

Although those present were powerful, they could not contend with so many sacrificial beings.

This was an unprecedented danger, but no one was afraid.

They slaughtered these sacrificial beings time and time again.

It has recovered time and time again.

Apart from the seven progenitors, the rest were corpses that bore the great power of the plateau. Although they possessed the power of sacrificial rituals, they had no consciousness.

Under the onslaught of the sacrificial beings that surged like waves, the bodies of the emperors repeatedly turned into blood mist, only to coalesce again.

This bloody battle exceeded everyone's expectations.

Chen Zhao held the Emperor's Banner and accepted one ancestor after another, but it was all in vain.

The plateau above the sacrificial path has once again given rise to ancient corpses of sacrificial level.

The seven progenitors all had ferocious smiles on their faces.

They went into a frenzy of killing.

The ancestral land has already taken action, and everything will return to its original course.

Even the ancestors marveled at the power of their ancestral land.

So many sacrificial rites were created all at once.

Perhaps to beings above the Dao of Sacrifice, even those beings standing at the pinnacle of the infinite universe are nothing more than ants.

Huang looked at the seven progenitors, charged forward, and unleashed the lightning pool above his head, enveloping the progenitor.

They used their own origin to obliterate this progenitor.

Ye Fan took one of the progenitors into the Myriad Things Mother Qi Cauldron for refining.

Even the progenitors found this refining process unbearable, and they let out a shrill cry.

Under this primordial refinement, the ancestor's voice grew increasingly weak.

The others were doing the same, using their own essence to refine the progenitor.

The final battle was extremely fierce.

Amidst the chilling blood-red light, the figures of the emperors grew increasingly blurred, indistinct and hazy, as if they might vanish at any moment.

The desolate Thunder Pool exploded, the Mother Cauldron of All Things shattered, and the Human Emperor's Sword broke.

Even the Emperor's Banner was full of cracks, as if it would break at any moment.

The figures of the emperors became completely blurred, their essence completely exhausted, and they vanished as a rain of light.

The seven progenitors were completely obliterated, leaving only the dried corpses on the plateau in the void.

There is also a gleaming bronze gate.

At the same time, its outline trembled slightly.

It is not an opening, but rather its very existence moving towards the realm of "being".
A magnificent projection appeared: a towering portal spanning the heavens.

The golden light flowing over the door was no longer ordinary, but a condensed, tangible golden radiance, burning like a raging flame.

Wherever this radiance reached, the ominous mist that was capable of eroding time and space and destroying rules silently ignited as if it had encountered a nemesis.

In the infinite universe, among trillions of stars, all sentient beings, regardless of their location, reside deep within their consciousness.

All of them involuntarily reflect the glorious outline of this gate. It is not "seeing" but "being known," it is existence itself's instinctive yearning for the "absolute."

Its grandeur cannot be described by mountains or starry seas; it is the manifestation of the "Tao" and the concrete image of the foundation of "existence".

The vastness of this portal has transcended the constraints of "size".

It does not occupy space, but rather defines space.

It exists simultaneously in every dimension, every inch of void, and every moment of time, yet it transcends them all.

The myriad realms are born and die, eras revolve, stars turn to dust, and the Great Dao collapses.
All kinds of calamities passed by him like fleeting shadows.

Only this bronze gate remains unmoved, impervious to all calamities.

Its immortality does not stem from its solidity, but from its very existence, which is the ultimate interpretation of the concept of immortality and eternity.

"this!"

In his hazy state of mind, upon seeing the bronze gate, Gao Yuan felt no greed whatsoever, but rather a sense of dread.

For some reason, he felt panicked.

This is suppression from a higher level.

Unlike the plateau atop his pseudo-sacrificial path.

The power of this portal far exceeded his imagination.

Even the high plateau felt challenging, and one felt overwhelmed.

Boom!

Then, the bronze door opened, and a dazzling golden light shone out, falling upon the plateau.

Amidst the dazzling golden light, Chen Zhao's figure emerged.

He was reborn from destruction, revived from oblivion, and truly transcended everything.

The bronze door actually contained something that belonged to him.

His unique transcendent nature as a special transmigrator is a power that does not belong to this space-time or this infinite universe.

Now, it has completely returned to his body.

Chen Zhao filled his own gaps, achieved complete fulfillment, and stepped into the realm of transcendence.

"you!"

The high altitude alarmed them.

He sensed from this being an aura that transcended everything and was above all else.

How could this person be so detached from reality?

Chen Zhao's gaze fell upon the plateau, where a fire of transcendence burned fiercely.

The entire plateau vanished into nothingness, utterly collapsing.

"Forget it, let's continue to make Chu Feng suffer."

After Chen Zhao left, the plateau returned to normal.

At this moment, the high altitude made me completely forget everything else.

In a mysterious space.

There were two beams of light containing people, and a powerful life force was being nurtured in the deathly silence.

"He transforms into freedom, he transforms into eternity, and one day I will return. How can I bear to see the world decay?" A clear voice rang out from within a ball of light.

Immediately afterwards, Huang broke free from the ball of light.

"As the Heavenly Emperor, I shall slay all enemies. The strange phenomena have not yet been quelled; how can we be allowed to perish?"

Immediately afterwards, another figure appeared; it was Ye Fan who stepped out of the ball of light.

In an instant, the two understood that they were in a realm beyond the path of sacrifice, a realm that was extremely special.

The true sacrifice is not only of the Dao, but also of the path of evolution, and of oneself.

Everything becomes emptiness, everything returns to eternal silence, but it is revived in annihilation and reborn, truly transcending everything.

Before annihilation, if one hesitates, lacking the heroic spirit of "I will go even if there are thousands of people against me," the courage to abandon everything, and the grandeur to swallow the ages.

If you lack even one of the unwavering beliefs that always reside in your heart, no matter what you offer, you will only face certain death.

The fact that the two of them are now standing in this area suggests a promising future; in the past, it seems that only the two of them have ever stood here.

On the edge of this area, there was also a faint light, though very dim. It was shrouded in a deathly silence.

That's the Empress. The only thing she lacks is experience and accumulation. Once she has enough experience and accumulation, she will fully enter this field.

"Aren't you two fellow Daoists coming out yet?"

At that moment, a familiar voice suddenly rang in Ara Kazuha's mind.

"The Human Emperor".

Thus, the two got up and returned to reality.

They had died in battle, but after their extreme transformation, they were resurrected in this unimaginable place, taking the ultimate step that all living beings had dreamed of.

Chaos Mountain.

When Ara and Ye stepped out, they were already in the place where the Human Emperor had retired, a place that was suspended outside of all worlds and far away from the mortal world.

In a pavilion deep within the Chaos Mountain, Chen Zhao sat cross-legged on the pavilion, brewing tea around a stove.

"Please!" The two sat down cross-legged. Seeing the Emperor's appearance, they knew that he had also entered that special realm.

However, the way the Human Emperor was promoted was completely different from the two of them.

"Fellow Daoist, you have also entered this realm?" the Desolate Emperor inquired.

"Yes." Chen Zhao nodded.

"Why is Gao Yuan still here?" Ye Fan asked him, but in an instant, he understood what was going on.

Is this meant to make things difficult for Chu Feng?

They've all suffered so much; we can't let Chu Feng have it so easy.

How can one become an invincible emperor without going through trials and tribulations?

However, neither of them cared anymore; they had reached their level.

The plateau is like an ant to them, unable to cause the slightest disturbance.

After all, the creatures in this realm are far too terrifying, exceeding everyone's imagination.

All time and space, beyond the universe, beyond chaos, omnipresent, from ancient times to the present and into the future, can vanish in the blink of an eye for any being standing in this realm. Wherever their gaze falls, all withers and all reappear.

The current world continues to move forward.

Chu Feng struggled through the era of the Spirit Absolute, and after a long period of arduous work, he finally reached the Dao of Sacrifice.

He searched for traces of the Human Emperor and others, but to no avail.

Even the former Celestial Emperors seemed to have vanished without a trace, leaving only him in the world.

Chu Feng suspected that all the former emperors had died in battle.

Otherwise, with the immense power of his sacrificial rituals, how could he not find the Human Emperor and the others?

At the same time, Chu Feng was pondering how to kill more progenitors.

In the years that followed, Chu Feng traveled throughout the myriad realms.

He left his mark in all the universes, inscribing sacrificial runes and making everything invisible.

He plans to use the power of all worlds to create a field to deal with the strange race.

He was prepared to perish together with the enemy.

In this battle, he will do everything in his power to kill the progenitor, completely pierce through that plateau, and severely damage the strange race.

Even if the bizarre race cannot be completely wiped out, it can still reduce the pressure on those who come after.

Chu Feng was accumulating strength, keeping a close eye on the strange plateau.

If there is any movement on the plateau, he will rush into it.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he had a bad feeling that he was alone and most likely wouldn't be able to kill all the progenitors.

Chu Feng had made his final plan, which was to come into contact with the primordial matter.

Transform yourself into the strongest bizarre being, completely fight evil with evil, and annihilate the Lord of the Bizarre.

If he cannot regain his senses at the last moment, he will take his own life so as not to create another great scourge that threatens the heavens.

Chu Feng couldn't help but sigh. All the emperors were dead, and he was the only one left in the world who could stand against the progenitor.

On this day, Chu Feng went to the plateau alone.

He remained silent, carrying a spear on his back and holding a heavenly sword, striding forward.

He didn't know how many ancestors were left on the plateau after that battle.

With the power of the Human Emperor and his ilk, even if there were progenitors, there probably wouldn't be many.

A dazzling figure pierced through the heavens, illuminating eternity, and plunged into the plateau.

The eerie, ominous gray fog was dispelled, and the darkness was torn apart.

Today, only the three ancestral ancestors reside on the plateau.

After the war of the emperors, all seven original ancestors of the plateau perished.

These three progenitors are also the progenitors of the strange races that have been reborn over the long years.

"Unexpectedly, another change has occurred in the world."

The three progenitors looked on in horror.

They originally thought that all worlds had completely calmed down and returned to their original course.

Unexpectedly, new variables have emerged quietly, which is truly distressing.

An epic battle erupted. Chu Feng charged forward, his Heavenly Blade sweeping across the land, slaughtering everyone in his path.

Behind him, endless field runes surged densely into the depths of the plateau, threatening to destroy the entire plateau.

The sound of flesh and blood breaking apart rang out, and the progenitor roared in anger.

After a fierce battle, Chu Feng roared and prepared to unleash his most powerful technique.

"Spanning the heavens and the earth, ending all enemies of the past, present, and future."

Centered on him, the unique patterns are like a line of longitude and latitude running through it, spreading to the past, interweaving into the future, radiating to the present, omnipresent, and affecting all time and space.

The various worlds, the sea sacrifice, and the heavens were all arranged into a field, colliding with the plateau.

At this moment, the plateau has come back to life.

The course of history has changed once again.

Chu Feng no longer hesitated; he decided to take a desperate gamble and placed the primordial substance upon himself.

He felt as if he was about to undergo a bizarre transformation, turning into the greatest ominous creature.

Just as Chu Feng was about to make a move against these three progenitors.

He found himself completely stagnant; the primordial substances within his body were no longer active and could no longer be used by him.

Chu Feng was shocked; this plateau was actually alive.

No wonder even the most powerful emperors of the past perished completely; the mysteries that were once unsolved have finally been solved.

Chu Feng used all his strength to try to pave a way for future generations, but everything was unpredictable. The entire plateau had its own consciousness. He did his best and died on the plateau.

Soon, memories of Chu Feng quickly faded from people's minds, and even traces of him became blurred.

His traces are completely erased from the entire ancient history.

The Chu style is no more in this world, and no one can recall it.

At this moment, Chu Feng found himself in a ball of light, radiating a powerful life force.

When he broke free from the ball of light, he found that he had not died. Instead, he had transcended the path of sacrifice, completely surpassing everything and becoming above the path of sacrifice.

"I see."

Upon reaching this level, Chu Feng immediately realized...

In this space, besides him, there were two other orbs of light, which belonged to the Desolate Heavenly Emperor and the Ye Heavenly Emperor.

It turns out that after the two died in battle, they reached the altar.

"Bitter Chu wind!"

Chu Feng heard this voice coming from the darkness.

At that moment, his face turned dark.

The two of them had long since transcended the mundane; this was a setup against him.

Chu Feng looked at the present world, his gaze falling on the plateau.

At that moment, the plateau completely vanished in his gaze, as did the strange tribes.

At his level, even if the plateau possessed qualities above the sacrificial path, it was still not worth mentioning.

Chu Feng took a step and arrived at the secluded Chaos Mountain.

In the pavilion on Chaos Mountain, the Human Emperor and Huang sat.

The three of them were playing Dou Dizhu (a popular Chinese card game)!

Chen Zhao laid his cards on the table, shouting, "A royal flush!"

"Alright, that's enough playing, Chu Feng is here."

Ye Fan put away the cards and looked at Chu Feng behind him.

Chen Zhao looked at Chu Feng and said, "I'm tired of playing cards, let's switch to mahjong."

As soon as he finished speaking, a mahjong table appeared before him, and Chu Feng was pulled onto the table, inexplicably forgetting his original purpose.

The moment Chu Feng sat down at the table, the four of them turned to look at Zhu Shi.

Those who had been erased from ancient history have all come to light.

The spirits of fallen heroes and sages of the past reappear in the world, revealing a magnificent era.

(End of this chapter)