The Fate of Eternal Life

Chapter 155 Duanmu's Demise (Part 1)

To the east of the Taiyin Mountains, Ning Qing, like a god of war, charged at the forefront, relentlessly attacking and advancing at an extremely fast pace, causing heavy losses to the Duanmu lineage.

The iron cavalry of the various sects followed, their blood energy swirling around them, as if they were bathed in the blood of the God of War. They charged fearlessly, forming a unified whole, able to leverage each other's strength, and becoming a ten-thousand-strong battle formation that advanced in unison.

It was an incredibly terrifying scene: tens of thousands of people united as one, charging together, killing gods and Buddhas alike.

In the sky, the floating sacred mountains and islands collapsed one after another. The armies of various sects could not resist them and were all destroyed.

The Duanmu lineage suffered countless casualties. Originally, there was a thousand-man team that was extremely brave and fearless of death, including many powerful figures. However, they were all trampled into bloody mud by this battle formation.

"Boom!"

In the West, Duanmu dispatched one ancient chariot after another, soaring into the sky. Each chariot gleamed with a cold metallic luster, riddled with knife marks and arrow holes, eerie and chilling.

A thousand chariots rumbled forward, together crushing the heavens and earth, charging in as if to crush the ancient heavens and destroy all obstacles.

What's even more shocking is that the one leading this battle formation is actually a half-saint!
The great sects that stormed in from the west, such as the Ziwei Divine Dynasty and the Guanghan Palace, immediately suffered heavy losses. When the cultivators charged forward, they collided with these behemoths and fell like wheat being harvested, with lives disappearing and blood blooming everywhere.

The sky instantly turned into a battlefield of carnage, drenched in blood, with piles of corpses falling to the ground, and countless bodies lying on the ground.

Everyone felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave; this was the cruelty that had to be endured when attacking the Immortal Holy Land!

At the same time, the Duanmu lineage also unleashed its hidden power in the south and north, causing chaos among the various sects, halting their attacks, and forcing them to retreat and begin reorganization.

"Resist tenaciously!"

In the West, a truly unparalleled master from the Ziwei Divine Dynasty has made his move. This is the former peerless old emperor, who is now also a terrifying existence at the half-saint realm.

"Boom!"

In the sky, thunderclouds gathered, turning a vibrant purple, attracting bursts of divine purple thunder!

Soaring to the highest heavens and descending into the deepest hell, it roared and trembled, shaking the entire ten directions of the heavens and the entire Taiyin Mountain Range.

Everyone's expression changed, and all the nearby islands and mountains were reduced to dust with a series of "poof poof poof!" sounds, completely destroyed under this divine power.

"Crack!"

Many massive chariots were cleaved apart and torn to pieces; half of the powerful beings were killed in the process!
"what!"

Amidst shouts and neighing horses, the great battle finally reached its climax. Piles of corpses formed mountains of bones, and blood flowed everywhere. Everyone was bloodthirsty, and some even wielded ancient holy weapons in duels!
At this point, even though the various sects initially only wanted to gain some advantage and did not intend to fully commit, they were now inevitably drawn into the fray.

"boom!"

Like a raging flood, a surge of blood energy pierced the heavens, and an immense pressure spread outwards. From afar, it resembled a black divine moon, instantly covering the entire area.

Holy Might!

The irresistible divine might!
"saint!"

From afar came terrified screams and terrifying shockwaves. At this moment in the battle, a peerless figure had finally appeared!

"Ancestor!" the Duanmu lineage shouted excitedly.

The cultivators from all the major sects paled in shock, but Ning Qingyi remained unmoved. Sure enough, the old Taoist priest from the Changsheng Temple stepped forward and stood opposite the sage of the Duanmu lineage.

“Brother Dao, is it really necessary to go this far?” The sage of the Duanmu lineage spoke up: “If you are willing to spare my clan, I am willing to offer up the Taiyin True Scripture and the foundation of my clan.”

The ancient sage of the Longevity Temple remained unmoved, simply saying, "Fellow Daoist, let's have a battle beyond the heavens."

"boom!"

The ancient sage of the Longevity Temple made his move, unleashing the temple's ultimate techniques to entangle the sages of the Duanmu lineage as they hurtled towards the heavens.

In a battle between sages, the heavens and earth are often destroyed, and they go berserk without regard for anything else. It is likely that no living creature will remain in the entire Taiyin Mountain Range!
Everyone watched the battle in the heavens with awe, many hesitant, waiting for the battle between the sages to determine a victor before making their next move. "Boom!"

Ning Qingyi continued to attack without any hesitation, not caring whether the ancient saint of Changsheng Temple could win. He just kept fighting and advancing rapidly, getting closer to the deepest and most important place of the Duanmu lineage!

"kill!"

The people of the Duanmu lineage looked at Ning Qingyi with red eyes. It was this damned visitor from outside the realm who had brought their clan into such a desperate situation by avenging the Taiyin descendants who had been dead for countless years.

Even if it means my death and the extermination of my clan today, I will make him pay with his life!

"Paying homage to the 'foundation' of our clan, I do not believe anyone can annihilate our clan. Today, we will slay our great enemy and proclaim the immortal might of our clan!" said a master from the Duanmu lineage in a deep voice.

Everyone's expression changed. "Foundation" is a mysterious and strange word for the many cultivators in the world. Everyone knows that the major holy lands have terrifying foundations, but few people know what they represent. This makes many people feel fear and astonishment, and they want to understand.

Ning Qingyi sneered: "Is your foundation as deep as mine? If you can bring out a Quasi-Emperor today, I'll turn around and leave!"

Upon hearing this, the Duanmu clan's anger intensified.

"You ignorant brats, you're so arrogant! Die!"

Many cultivators from the Duanmu lineage faced the sacred ground, chanting incantations like spells. They were worshipping, and a terrifying secret power was gathering, as if an unparalleled killing intent was about to erupt.

People around were filled with fear and uncertainty, and quickly retreated, feeling that their ear bones were about to crack, their souls were unstable, and they were about to suffer a great calamity of being crushed to pieces.

Ning Qingyi, however, saw through the truth. He had cultivated the "Previous" Secret Technique and the Heavenly Secret Technique, and was also protected by the Lesser Destiny Technique. His killing intent grew stronger.

"Crack!"

Deep within the mountains, a hand shattered the mountain range, and jet-black lightning surged from the void. Figures appeared, all of them dead, exuding a heavy aura of yin and darkness.

A figure crawled out from underground, its every move accompanied by howls and screams, and even a scene of blood raining down from the sky, sending chills down one's spine.

"I hate it... I hate it so much...!"

Everyone gasped. It was a body pieced together. A horrific wound had been used to fill in the gaps between the bodies of a man and a woman, now stitched together into a gruesome, stitched-together structure.

It has five arms, three legs, and a half-missing head. As soon as it appears, a sinister aura fills the world, chilling and bone-chilling.

"My eternal servant, kill this enemy!" The expert from the Taiyin Duanmu lineage revealed a cruel smile.

Someone recognized him and exclaimed in horror, "This is a sage from the lineage of the former Taiyin Human Emperor, who has been turned into a puppet!"

"They don't even spare the corpses?!" A powerful expert was furious, gaining a new understanding of the cruelty of the Duanmu lineage.

Ning Qing's face remained expressionless, yet his entire body radiated a murderous aura. Anyone who knew him would know that he was truly enraged.

"I hate it... I hate it so much...!"

The figure unleashed a terrifying aura, reaching out a hand that tore through the void, emanating a terrifying deathly aura, as it grabbed at Ning Qing.

"boom!"

The Primordial Azure Pagoda has fully recovered, and the deity of the Quasi-Emperor Weapon has been completely revived with the support of a massive amount of divine energy.

A terrifying imperial might erupted, shaking people's hearts and sweeping across the heavens, like a vast mountain and sea pressing down, so shocking that people's hearts felt like they were about to collapse.

This was an overwhelming force, unparalleled in its power. Even the spectators in the distance couldn't withstand it and were almost forced to kneel down!
"puff!"

The Primordial Azure Pagoda flashed and fell like a meteor, crashing down and causing a large mountain range to collapse.

(End of this chapter)