Zhatian: I, Haotian, am the first emperor of the human race!

Chapter 519 Blood Sacrifice! The Heavens Perish! Everyone Dies!

"boom--"

In the brilliant sunset.

The heavens trembled, mountains and rivers resonated, all things echoed, endless blood flowed on the battlefield, and the figure of the Desolate Emperor disappeared from the sight of the world.

The figures of the ten founding ancestors of the Taoist rituals swayed.

The Desolate Emperor's sword strike inflicted unimaginable damage on them, and it would take them at least half an era to recover.

"Shh!"

The gaze of the ten founding ancestors of Taoism spans countless ages.

They gazed at countless timelines, searching for the figures of the Jade Emperor and his comrades, but found nothing.

"Ok?"

"Gone?"

Where has Haotian hidden?

The eyes of the ten founding ancestors of the sacrificial rites narrowed slightly.

They began searching again for any trace of the Empress in the world.

嗏

The result was still nothing.

"do not care!"

"The wilderness is dead; they can't make a ripple..."

One of the founders of the sacrificial rites said indifferently.

"good."

Another progenitor of the sacrificial path nodded and said, "The most urgent task is to start the blood sacrifice as soon as possible! We must never allow a person like Huang to be born into the world again!"

"One small sacrifice per era!"

"A grand ceremony spanning three eras!"

The ten founding ancestors of the sacrificial rites exchanged glances.

At this moment, they personally took action, covering all the heavens with the supreme power of the sacrificial path, intending to perform a blood sacrifice on all the great worlds.

"boom!"

An endless sense of eeriness and misfortune enveloped the world.

The dim black haze gradually engulfed the heavens, and all living beings were sacrificed in this moment. All the great worlds in countless timelines perished, and darkness completely enveloped all the heavens and myriad realms...

Despair, fear, grief;
Various negative emotions continued to spread.

The ten ancestral priests heard the despair and fear of countless beings, and a look of joy appeared in their eyes, as if it were a beautiful song.

"Woooooo~"

"Who can save us?"

"Emperor Haotian! Emperor Huangtian!"

Please, please save us!

"Supreme Heavenly Emperor!"

"Heavens above! Heavens above! Will someone come to our rescue?"

Countless people cried out in anguish.

They were terrified, they were uneasy, and their hearts were filled with despair.

Black smog swallowed the heavens.

An ancestor personally built an altar, and finally ascended it to preside over the sacrifice. He personally offered blood sacrifices to all the heavens and myriad realms, completing a grand ritual to appease a certain ailing old man in the unseen realm...

"boom!"

next moment.

All the heavens perished.

Everyone died at that moment.

The vast world was shrouded in darkness, filled with endless eeriness and misfortune. All light had vanished from the world, and all living beings had perished in this moment, leaving only utter despair...

"boom!"

The power of the Ten Ancestors is increasing.

They returned to the plateau and lay back in the ancient bronze coffins, preparing for a slumber that would last for several epochs to maintain their power.

"Om-"

The spirit of the plateau has been revived.

His power also became incredibly strong at that moment.

"Shh!"

Diffusion of primordial matter.

One by one, bizarre creatures are resurrected.

The strange races are immortal, they are indestructible, and no one can destroy them except a true supreme being.

this moment.

Whether it's the heavens or the vast world.

The entire world fell into a deathly silence, leaving only a patch of cursed land in this secluded place, where ominous life bloomed unrestrainedly.

...

...

"boom!"

A space beyond the passage of time.

Lin Hao, Wu Shi, Ye Fan and the others stood there.

They stared blankly at everything in the world, witnessing firsthand the ten progenitors of the sacrificial path offerings to the heavens, annihilating all living beings and plunging the world into utter desolation, leaving only endless darkness...

died.

Everyone died.

Whether they were from the Heavenly Court or living beings on Earth, everyone was annihilated, wiped out by the blood of the Ten Primordial Ancestors. "Boom!"

Wushi's body trembled slightly.

His gaze pierced through countless ages, seeking to unleash supreme power to peer into the past and resurrect the Western Emperor and Nuwa...

but,
He gained nothing.

The past years have passed without a trace of the Western Emperor and Nuwa, and the figure of the Willow Goddess has also disappeared; everyone has died.

this moment.

Wushi completely collapsed.

Ye Fan stood there, stunned.

His wife, children, and sons all died in the war.

He witnessed his son's tragic death.

although.

He has the opportunity to bring them back.

But that extreme despair still filled his heart with grief.

them…

Can it really fight against the supernatural?

“Father…” Wu Shi turned to look at Lin Hao, trembling as he said, “Mother and the others are dead. Is there really no way for them to be resurrected?”

Done.

Blood tears streamed down his face.

"Don't cry."

Lin Hao said softly.

He slowly extended his right hand.

Three fragmented true spirits flashed and disappeared from his palm.

It was none other than the Western Emperor, Nuwa, and the Willow Goddess.

Long before the progenitor took action.

He had already secretly activated the Creation Jade Disc to seize a glimmer of hope, so the Western Emperor and the others still had a chance to be resurrected, although it would take some time.

See this.

Wu Shi breathed a sigh of relief.

"God!"

Ye Fan said in a deep voice, "What should we do now?"

Hear the words.

Wu Shi also turned his gaze over.

Lin Hao pondered for a moment.

A Creation Jade Disc appeared in his palm. He split the Creation Jade Disc into several fragments, and gave two of them to Ye Fan and Wu Shi.

"You can focus on your cultivation."

"The ten progenitors of the strange race are currently in a deep slumber. For the next few eras, they will be unable to take action. It is highly likely that only the Immortal Emperor will remain in the world among the strange race..."

“You can cause them some trouble.”

"Leave the rest to me."

Lin Hao spoke slowly.

Everything is still under his control.

The heavens are not without hope.

Hear the words.

Ye Fan and Wu Shi exchanged a glance.

They all nodded and reached out to take the fragments of the Creation Jade Disc that Lin Hao handed over.

"correct."

"Father, the Desolate Emperor really..."

The Great Emperor Wushi looked somewhat sorrowful.

Lin Hao's eyes flickered slightly, his gaze piercing through countless ages, looking towards a certain period of the past.

Desolate Emperor…

Is he really dead?!
Lin Hao doesn't know this yet.

in fact.

Whether the Desolate Emperor is dead or not is irrelevant.

None of them will have a significant impact.

If the Desolate Emperor is really dead? That would be great, he'd probably be promoted directly to the Sacrificial Dao!

True transcendence!
of course.

Lin Hao is more inclined to believe that the Desolate Emperor is not dead.

He should still have a sliver of hope left in the world. After all, the Desolate Emperor did not know the method to break through to the level of the Sacrifice Path. In his eyes, if he really died, then only a few Immortal Emperors would remain in the heavens...

How can you fight a monster with your head?
at the moment.

The heavens have not yet been completely defeated.

They still have hope of fighting against the supernatural.

We just need to wait until Ye Fan, Wu Shi, and the Empress grow up.

future.

They might as well fight the supernatural again.

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