The Fate of Eternal Life

Chapter 130: A Saint Emerges from the Desolate Tower, He Dies, and the World Becomes His Enemy
Ancient sages possessed boundless magical power, capable of cleaving the sun, moon, and stars; even in the primordial era, such beings were extremely rare.

Only ancient royal families like those in the Primordial Lake could produce sages generation after generation.

A single drop of blood could annihilate a peerless holy master, and a single strand of hair could split mountains and seas. Such a terrifying being attacked Ning Qingyi.

Every pore on his body exuded murderous intent, wisps of which overflowed from his pores, crushing the heavens and earth. His black hair was disheveled, and his eyes were terrifyingly empty.

No one can know the pain in the heart of this ancient king of the primeval lake!
This is from the Primordial Era!
The person with the purest bloodline among the descendants of the Primordial Emperor, possessing the physique of the Primordial Emperor, was destined to become a pillar of the Primordial Lake in the future. To die so tragically here felt like losing a precious treasure, or forfeiting tens of thousands of years of divine fortune.

With each step the ancestral king of the primeval lake took, he felt heavy and intensely resentful.

"You killed our bloodline of the Yuan Emperor, a sin that even ten thousand deaths cannot atone for. Pay for it with your life!"

The Primordial Lake Ancestral King stretched out a hand, which stretched for tens of miles, filling the end of the sky with endless variations.

The void trembled slightly, and heaven and earth gradually collapsed, with chaotic energy appearing and disappearing, as if the world was being created.

Ning Qingyi coldly stared at the Ancestral King of the Primordial Lake. He used the Minor Destiny Technique to enhance the "Soldier" Secret, fully activating the Primordial Azure Pagoda above his head.

A massive amount of divine energy was burning, transforming into boundless essence to revive the quasi-emperor weapon's divine nature. The ethereal azure gold and eternal blue gold intertwined, emitting a magnificent light, and descending with countless divine rays to protect Ning Qingyi.

"boom!"

The Saint King's hand slammed down, colliding head-on with the Primordial Azure Pagoda.

"boom!"

A dazzling light surged forth, and the patterns of the Great Dao filled the sky. The Saint King's hand struck the Quasi-Emperor's weapon, unleashing endless light and terrifying pressure that spread in all directions!
Ning Qing was sent flying backward, her blood and qi surging violently, and she was in a bad mood.

The same was true of the ancestral king of the primeval lake; his hands were cracked open, and strands of holy blood drifted out.

"Do you really think that a quasi-Emperor artifact is enough to make you invincible?" the Ancestral King of Primordial Lake roared.

He stepped forward, a flash of divine light appearing in his hand, revealing a dark blue gourd that looked like it had grown from a real plant, surrounded by endless chaotic energy.

"This is the ancestral artifact of the Primordial Lake... the Primordial Emperor Gourd!" A young expert from the Primordial Clan recognized it, his face showing surprise.

"An ancient imperial weapon! The ancestral king of the Primordial Lake even brought this out?!" The elders of the great sects among the human race couldn't believe it.

Ning Qingyi's expression turned serious, but he quickly noticed several cracks on the gourd and said, "No, this isn't the Yuanhuang Gourd. So that's why it still retains the forbidden artifact of the Yuanhuang Gourd..."

The ancestral king of the primeval lake did not answer, but coldly activated the forbidden artifact in his hand.

An unparalleled aura began to spread, causing the heavens and earth to tremble, as if it were about to annihilate the ancient star!
This is a forbidden weapon. It will collapse after being used two or three times, but in return, it will bring terrifying power, fully unleashing a strike comparable to an imperial weapon!
"This is the last time. Using it to bury you, the successor of the Heavenly Venerable, is not an insult!" the Ancestral King of the Primordial Lake said coldly.

"boom!"

The forbidden artifact, the Yuanhuang Gourd, detached from his hand and began to radiate boundless light. It hung high in the sky, its mouth pointing directly at Ning Qingyi, exhaling terrifying energy as if it were about to unleash an unparalleled immortal sword.

Suddenly, a figure flashed out from the crowd and stepped out.

"The Ancestral Master has decreed that mortal saints are not allowed to display their supernatural powers. Senior King, do you intend to break this rule?" The Holy Maiden of Yaochi gathered her beautiful hair, her fair forehead shimmering with divine light, her expression solemn.

The ancestral king of the Primordial Lake glanced at her. As the current Holy Maiden of Yaochi, she was considered a prominent figure in the Primordial Clan.

Fortunately, this saintess was not particularly outstanding and had already been defeated by the ancient princes.

If she possessed talent like Ning Qingyi, coupled with a powerful protector like the Quasi-Emperor of Yaochi, everyone would probably be restless and unable to eat or sleep.

"I am a saint, but I am not without desires. With my loved ones dying before my eyes, do you expect me to remain silent?" The Ancestral King of the Primordial Lake had empty eyes. He stretched out a hand and slapped the Holy Maiden of Yaochi away, sending her flying to the horizon. "After I have taken my revenge, I will apologize to the Quasi-Emperor of Yaochi!"

"You can die now, Ning Qingyi..." The ancestral king of the primeval lake waved his hand.

The Yuanhuang Gourd, a forbidden artifact, emitted intense celestial light, and then...

"Qiang!"

From within the gourd's mouth, a universe flew out and transformed into a cosmic divine sword.

Like the first ray of dawn before the creation of the world, the sword light was crystal clear, its beams dazzling and awe-inspiring, its sword energy spreading like the sea, shaking the eternal starry sky.

This is the Yuanhuang Gourd. When the gourd spouts, a galaxy appears. Legends about it have been passed down since ancient times. Two great holy beings sacrificed their lives to seize it.

In the next instant, a dazzling sword light swept across the sky, slicing through the boundless void. Everything was cut in half. The divine sword of the universe was unstoppable!
The most terrifying light swept across, dimming even the stars in the Milky Way. Nothing could withstand it. This divine light possessed an indescribable divinity, and all the brilliance of the world paled in comparison.

"Is the Little Celestial Venerable's time to end?" Among the passersby who dared to stay, one had a complicated expression.

The Little Celestial Venerable, a visitor from beyond the realm, has been virtually invincible since his debut. He defeated Yao Guang, defeated Wang Teng, killed the two prodigies of Shenling Valley, and fought against many ancient emperors' children. Today, he even killed the Primordial Lake Primordial Ancient, but he is about to die here.

A myriad of phenomena unfolded, radiating light and energy. Sword energy surged like the sea, whipping up countless waves that extinguished heaven and earth, mountains and rivers, pressing down upon Ning Qingyi.

The ordinary emperors were also trembling, their bodies ice-cold, many of them covered in cold sweat, their clothes soaked through. This was terrifying; it was only the aftershock of the restraint. If it were released, it would be unimaginable!
Without a doubt, the Imperial Weapon is a catastrophe. Without restraint, it is enough to destroy star fields, shatter galaxies, and turn an ancient life-bearing star into cosmic dust.

Ning Qingyi looked at the cosmic divine sword slashing towards him, but instead of panicking, he was somewhat dazed.

He couldn't help but think of the old man who had long since vanished from the divine city, the Great Sage Wei Yi. He wondered what had become of him—had he fallen on the path to immortality? Or was he still alive, or perhaps…

"The path to immortality is a pile of bones..."

Ning Qingyi sighed softly. From within the sea of ​​consciousness, a bronze ancient tower burst forth, radiating boundless divine light and exuding an aura of immortality.

"Om..."

The ancient bronze tower glowed, and a chaotic sword aura swept out, shattering eternity and cutting through the divine power of the Yuanhuang Gourd forbidden artifact. It pierced the distant sky, shattering the void, and endless chaotic energy spread out, only to be swept up by the chaotic sword aura and disappear straight into the horizon.

"Crack!"

The forbidden artifact, the Yuanhuang Gourd, made a cracking sound. Although it seemed to be formed from a plant, the sound of metal clashing rang out as it shattered, before disappearing completely into the sky.

Across the rubble, all was silent. Everyone was stunned, staring in disbelief at the ancient bronze tower floating above Ning Qingyi's head. "Legend has it that there are three immortal artifacts in the universe, one of which is in the shape of a tower..." someone said, their throat dry.

"Lost in the Divine Ruins, it was retrieved by the Azure Emperor, who amazed the ages, and its whereabouts are now unknown..." Someone stared intently.

"The Desolate Tower..." The Ancestral King of the Primordial Lake spoke slowly and deliberately, then roared uncontrollably, "How could it be on you? How could you possess it!"

"It really is it! The Desolate Tower, this is a celestial artifact!"

"Little Celestial Venerable, you actually have a celestial artifact following you, what does that mean...?"

"There have long been rumors among the myriad races since ancient times that someone will become an immortal in this generation. Are you referring to the Little Celestial Venerable?"

The crowd erupted in chaos, all eyes fixed on Ning Qingyi, filled with shock, jealousy, envy, murderous intent... a whole host of emotions converging in their gazes, yet he accepted it all with equanimity.

"Are you done talking? If you are, then go die. You dared to attack me, so you will pay the price!" Ning Qingyi said calmly.

The ancestral king of the primeval lake gasped, a chill running from head to toe. In the next instant, he saw Ning Qingyi take out a talisman, his eyes showing a hint of regret.

"Now that I've used the talisman my master left me, you can die in peace."

Ning Qingyi unleashed a divine talisman, the last one left behind by Quasi-Emperor Ge Hong. After using it all, he would no longer have the means to kill a Saint. But it didn't matter; as long as he kept breaking through, once he reached the Dao-Slaying Realm, he should be able to kill a Saint too.

"boom!"

The divine symbols burned in the sky.

A misty haze filled the air as the divine talisman emitted a brilliant light. Within the radiance, the figure of a Taoist priest emerged, wielding a divine sword with eyes brimming with light, before slashing down.

"Great Sage, save me..."

The Ancestral King of the Primordial Lake was greatly alarmed. In his hand, an ancient mirror appeared, emanating the aura of a Great Saint Weapon. It was clearly a trump card prepared for him by the Great Saint of the Primordial Lake. However, this weapon was completely useless.

The sword light slashed down, directly severing the sage's physical body of the Primordial Lake Ancestor King and annihilating his primordial spirit.

This is a talisman personally refined by a quasi-emperor level figure!
If you say you'll kill a saint, then you're absolutely certain you can kill a saint!

If you say you'll kill the Saint King, then you definitely will!
Unfortunately, Ning Qingyi no longer possessed such a trump card after this incident. And one can imagine how many people would go mad and want to kill him once news of his possession of the Desolate Tower spread!
In the mythical era, the Heavenly Court destroyed countless ancient planets to nurture a single immortal artifact. Now, anyone who kills this human cultivator who hasn't even reached the Dao-Slaying Realm can obtain an immortal artifact; anyone would go completely mad.

Ning Qingyi watched as the Primordial Lake Ancestor King was easily annihilated by the sword energy, his expression dark and uncertain. The Desolate Tower above his head flashed with divine light and then retreated back into his Sea of ​​Wheels, continuing its slumber. Clearly, the Azure Emperor within the Imperial Weapon believed that he himself would have to handle the trouble that followed.

"Which other ancient clan ancestral king wants to kill me because of Yuan Gu's death?" Ning Qing put his hands behind his back and looked around.

The moment their eyes met, everyone lowered their gazes. However, when Ning Qing looked at someone else, the greed and murderous intent in her eyes couldn't be contained.

"It seems there are none left. In that case, Your Highness, you may come with me."

Ning Qingyi walked towards the Heavenly Prince, stretched out one hand, and five-colored divine light filled the heavens and earth. Under his giant hand, the Heavenly Prince looked like a chicken!

The Emperor's son regained his senses and fled frantically. He used a mysterious movement technique, transforming into a beam of divine light and flying towards the heavens, chasing lightning and the sun at an incredible speed.

"Hmm? Could it really be such a secret technique?"

Ning Qing was shaken. He had some doubts when he was trying to capture the Emperor's son, and now his doubts were even stronger.

"Did you think you could escape like that?"

Ning Qing shouted and gave chase. However, a sudden warning flashed through his mind, and he summoned the Primordial Azure Pagoda, using it to protect himself while moving sideways.

A divine light burst forth from the void, piercing through heaven and earth with terrifying power.

"Another Ancestral King has arrived? So that's how it is. Is he the protector of the Heavenly Emperor's son?" Ning Qingyi watched the divine light dissipate, and the answer came to mind.

It is obvious that among the lineage of the Eight Divine Generals or the supporters of the Immortal Emperor, there was a sage who was personally protecting the Emperor's son, which is why he came to stop the Emperor when he took action himself.

Ning Qingyi gazed at the Heavenly Emperor's son, who had already vanished into the sky, sighed softly, then raised her divine light and leaped away.

Half a day later, several pieces of news in the Northern Region spread like wildfire at an explosive pace.

In the duel between Yuan Gu and Ning Qing, Yuan Gu broke through to the Dao-Slaying Realm on the eve of battle, but was still killed.

The Primordial Lake Ancestral King unleashed the forbidden artifact, the Yuanhuang Gourd, but still failed to achieve anything and even perished at the hands of Ning Qingyi.

And... the Desolate Tower has been born!
Upon hearing this news, all the ancient races, ancient families, and numerous major sects were incredulous. Only after repeatedly confirming it did they finally stop in a daze.

The Desolate Tower, a legendary artifact that supposedly killed an immortal, is also the most well-known of the three artifacts, and it has somehow ended up with Ning Qingyi.

"Is he the true protagonist of destiny in this life?" Huang Xudao, who lived for the Dao throughout his life, was deeply troubled by the question posed by Xuehuang Mountain.

"Ning Qingyi, is my sister's disappearance really unrelated to you? Even so, I still need to get to the bottom of this." In the Fire Kirin Cave, Fire Kirin emerged from seclusion to search for Ning Qingyi.

"The immortal artifact, the Desolate Tower, actually follows a cultivator who isn't even a saint..." The Dragon Girl in the Myriad Dragon Nest was lost in thought.

Under the shock of this news, the deaths of Yuan Gu and the Primordial Lake Ancestor King were insignificant.

Meanwhile, in the Eastern Wilderness, at the headquarters of the Hell God Dynasty.

This is one of the eighteen smaller worlds of the Assassin God Dynasty's Hell, known as the Eighteen Levels of Hell. A great figure has set off.

He was a Saint of Slaughter, who was originally destined to shine in this era. However, the emergence of the ancient races, the descent of the Yaochi Quasi-Emperor, and the great extinction of the Eight Divine Generals lineage of the Great Xia Dynasty made him, the Saint of Slaughter, quite ordinary.

Being forgotten in this way is the best way for him to hide.

At the same time, the Killing Saints of the human world also set off. As long as they can retrieve the Desolate Tower, then Hell and the human world may truly forge an immortal Killing God Dynasty in the human world!

Ning Qingyi, whom everyone was talking about, had somehow arrived in the central part of the Eastern Wilderness. He came here to visit the Ziwei Sect.

(End of this chapter)