We agreed to go to Taishan Sect and you will pull the coffin for me.

Chapter 395 The Ancestor's Revival
The battlefield of the heavens is now a scene of devastation.

The Heavenly Army stretched endlessly, standing there, exuding murderous intent. Having survived countless battles, their bodies were covered in blood, and their aura shook the heavens and the earth.

"Did you win?"

Everyone wept with joy. Ever since the dark creatures at the end of the road began to challenge them, they had been plunged into deep despair, and could only grit their teeth and cultivate.

No one expected that when the great battle began, the Heavenly Court would win a great victory without suffering any losses.

Just as the core members of the Heavenly Court were overjoyed, they looked at Lu Heng and the others and were shocked to find that their expressions were solemn and there was no joy at all.

The four Immortal Emperors, Lu Heng, Wu Shi, Ye Fan, and the Empress, gazed beyond the Boundary Sea, as if across countless times and spaces, seeing that land of calamity where the deepest despair had settled.

This is not over yet.

At this very moment, after the annihilation of the bizarre army and the fall of the high priest.

The land of Calamity has existed since time immemorial, vast and boundless. Even the Dao Ancestor could not explore a single corner of it. Now, the strange race is shaking, and the whole world is in an uproar.

Nine bizarre Immortal Emperors suddenly appeared, their faces grim. They whispered, "We all mobilized, but this Great Sacrifice of the Era has gone awry. One of our comrades has completely perished, unable to be resurrected even in the Calamity Land. Who is it?"

Just as they were about to mobilize their entire clan to continue the grand sacrifice.

The world changed drastically. The end of the Calamity Land cracked open, and one terrifying figure after another appeared, like an immortal and undying monster that had slumbered for countless epochs. The power it exuded was indescribable. The infinite Great Dao transformed into one divine chain after another, and then exploded into fragments. The entire spacetime became unstable.

Their eyes were either empty, deathly gray, or bleeding; when they gazed into the void, everything withered, and all the dark worlds around them died in silence.

All the dark creatures and all the strange races were shocked, then trembled, and involuntarily knelt down, kowtowing repeatedly.

The nine bizarre Immortal Emperors' eyes widened. The Primordial Ancestor had been born. They trembled and said, "One, two, three... a total of seven Primordial Ancestors, plus the three Primordial Ancestors who confront the Desolate Land. Our Calamity Land has ten Primordial Ancestors. How is this possible?! It's beyond reason!"

Ten figures stood side by side, causing the river of time to flow backward and all paths to crumble, all bowing at their feet. Ten terrifying and ancient coffins lay across the plateau, shining behind them, providing them with an inexhaustible source of power.

One of the progenitors whispered, “We were awakened by a life-or-death crisis. In the direction of those primordial heavens, the desolate land was born.”

"It is the Evil Earth that is reminding us that something of equal nature to the ancestral land of the plateau is obscuring the secrets of heaven. It cannot calculate it, much less restart the timeline..."

This was what truly shocked the ancestors. Looking towards the plateau, a hazy consciousness rose and fell, realizing that they had never truly understood this perilous land, let alone imagined that it possessed consciousness.

"Throughout so many years and so many eras, we have held so many grand sacrifices to worship that person, yet we have failed to reflect him, and this has unexpectedly created the cursed land."

"However, this only confirms that person's existence, and the realm above the path of sacrifice is indeed true."

The ten founding ancestors were very excited.

"There's no time to lose, let's make our move."

The ancestors looked down upon the heavens with terrifying eyes. Although they felt it was making a mountain out of a molehill, they still acted according to the instructions of the consciousness of the Calamity Earth.

Meanwhile, at the time of the upheaval in Ecuador.

In a vast, boundless, extremely prosperous world teeming with countless living beings, two supreme wills manifested and were communicating with each other.

The former was peerless in beauty, with an exquisite face and graceful figure, while the latter was imposing and domineering. They were none other than the two remaining Immortal Emperors above the heavens, one named Luo and the other Meng Hai.

Luo gazed at the Evil Land, his gaze sweeping over the primordial heavens, and sighed softly, "Even if the chief priest is killed, what difference will it make? As long as the Evil Land remains, the eerie forces will haunt us forever."

Meng Hai remained silent, seemingly in a daze, before suddenly speaking, "Should we make a move?"

“It’s no use.” Luo shook her head: “Even Huang can’t spare the time unless there is another priest, the founder of the pollen path.” She looked up at the heavens, her expression blank. To others, it was a scene of dazzling stars and vibrant life, and everything she saw, heard, and touched was real.

In the eyes of the Celestial Emperor, however, it was all an illusion. Everyone had died long ago, and what was reflected was just a few shadows. It was extremely difficult for them to truly manifest.

Not only that, Luo looked at Meng Hai beside him and asked with concern, "Is your true form in too good a state?"

"The injuries were too severe back then," Meng Hai replied. "Perhaps he doesn't have much time left."

The two crippled Celestial Emperors remained silent, severely injured and on the verge of death. Let alone offering help, any one of the strange Celestial Emperors could easily take their lives.

When the ten progenitors of Etu stepped out.

On this day, chaotic thunder descended from the sky, causing all realms to tremble. A blood-red whirlwind swept across the heavens and earth, accompanied by black rain and ominous lightning.

On this day, countless strange celestial phenomena arose in the great world, and the evil and terror reached their extreme!
On this day, all things perished, all worlds collapsed, and the river of time decayed.

The countless powerful beings of all ages and eras looked up and saw this horrifying scene.

Luo and Menghai were shocked and said in disbelief, "How is this possible? The chief priest was just frustrated, and the ancestors made a move, and ten ancestors at that."

"There are actually ten progenitors in E'tu."

All the powerful figures who knew the truth were in despair. They had thought that with Huang restraining the three Venerables, there would be at most one or two Venerables left in E'tu. If only another Sacrificial Daoist appeared, or if the Pollen Empress was resurrected, there would be hope in fighting against E'tu.

Now, the ten progenitors have emerged, shattering all calculations with absolute power.

On the other side of the Chaos Sea, Huang was still fighting with the three progenitors. At their level, there was no difference between their avatars and their true forms, and the transformation was only a thought away. The battle on this side did not affect the gathering of the ten progenitors of the Calamity Land to discuss matters.

At this moment, Huang Yi fell silent, then his black hair danced wildly, his killing intent was chilling, his gaze was firm, and he carved out a bright and clear world.

Hiding it is one thing, but exposing it all will eventually quell the unrest.

However, this process is destined to result in the sacrifice of many people.

The three progenitors were already doing their best to restrain him. It was already incredible for one person to fight three others of the same level, not to mention that these three progenitors could be resurrected on the strange plateau and could make countless mistakes, while he would be doomed if he made just one mistake.

Despite this, the Desolate Heavenly Emperor has persisted for countless years.

The progenitors manifested, calculated the myriad realms, and coldly said, "I didn't expect that there were still several rats hiding in the myriad realms. Let's just deal with them all at once this time."

Rumble!
An ancestor made a move, extending a pair of terrifyingly large hands covered in thick, long hair and stained with eerie black blood, tearing towards the world beyond!

Those massive hands, covered in blood and thick animal fur, were larger than heaven and earth. They tore open the two great worlds hidden in the void, revealing all the scenery inside!

"not good!"

The truth was completely exposed above the heavens. Luo and Meng Hai's true forms were revealed, their bodies covered in wounds, resembling two corpses, forced to appear.

Meanwhile, in the primordial heavens, Lu Heng and the others stared at the outstretched, sky-covering black hand, their eyes darting around violently. They suddenly turned around and looked at the reflection descending from the depths of this universe.

The majestic figures of the Immortal Emperors such as the Willow God, the Butcher, and the Burial Master are real and not fabricated, and many old stories of the Heavenly Court from the previous era also appear out of nowhere.

They were completely buried in the previous era, and then brought back to light by the Desolate Emperor at a great cost, even their original bodies were severely damaged.

Now, all the plans and all the hidden strategies have come to naught; the first battle is the decisive one!
(End of this chapter)