I, the primordial ancestor, started out as a useless cult and a useless saint.

Chapter 289 The Fall of Tongtian, A Tremendous Change

The voice of the Tongtian Sect Leader resounded throughout the primordial land. The moment his words fell, all the saints of the heavens were terrified, Hongjun was terrified, and the Ancestor of Humanity was also terrified.

"Master, no—!"

"Tongtian, how dare you—"

"Outrageous! This is outrageous!"

Hongjun realized what was happening and immediately unleashed a surge of supernatural power in an attempt to forcefully suppress Tongtian.

The Ancestor of Humanity was also frightened and rushed straight towards the direction of Zixiao Palace without regard for anything else.

But it was too late.

"Hahaha, Hongjun, today I, the Holy One, relinquish my Holy Position, and from now on, the Heavenly Dao has nothing to do with me."

"You bastard, stop! Stop!"

Hongjun, in his desperation, began to curse wildly. If the Tongtian Sect Leader were to relinquish his sainthood, his own losses would be immense.

"Tongtian, everything is negotiable. Your primordial spirit has already dissipated. Once you relinquish your saintly position, your soul will be scattered and you will not be able to enter the cycle of reincarnation. You should think twice."

However.

Rumble.

The Tongtian Sect Leader suddenly exploded, and a terrifying power spread out.

"Hongjun, don't think that no one knows your true purpose in initiating the Investiture of the Gods. I know it. I would rather be annihilated than let your scheme succeed."

All that could be seen was that after the Tongtian Sect Leader abolished his saintly position, a wisp of his will transformed into a phantom and began to dissipate in the chaos.

"Although I, the Tongtian Sect Leader, am descended from the Three Pure Ones, I am devoted to humanity. Humanity is not afraid of death, and neither am I, Tongtian! Hahaha!"

He laughed wildly, feeling liberated and joyful; the last shackles in his heart were broken in that instant.

In that instant, the Tongtian Sect Leader saw a path to eternal immortality, a path of transcendence where there were no constraints, no limitations, only complete freedom.

"Indeed, having escaped the control of the Heavenly Dao, everything has become clear. What a pity, I, Tongtian, am destined to never embark on this path to heaven. Heh."

A bitter laugh, a profound realization: to hear the truth in the morning and die content in the evening.

He saw the true Dao, but it was a situation where his soul was scattered and his spirit was destroyed.

"You bastard, Tongtian, you bastard, you damned devil, come back to me, come back here—!"

Hongjun went mad, unleashing terrifying magical power in an attempt to sway the will of Tongtian Jiaozhu, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't catch him.

Because the Tongtian Sect Leader is already dead.

"No--."

With a roar, Hongjun's eyes turned bloodshot. The existence of Tongtian was the key to his control over the fate of the human race.

Everything was planned perfectly, but who the hell knew that the Tongtian Cult Leader would actually abdicate his holy position, completely shattering his illusions.

"Tongtian—you bastard, may you be struck by lightning and die a horrible death!"

Hongjun went berserk, his dream shattered. After thousands of years of hard work, this was the end result, which he could not accept.

At that moment, a beam of light shot straight from the primordial wilderness into the chaos.

Ye Yang sensed it the instant the Tongtian Sect Leader abdicated his holy position and perished.

Holding the Human Ancestor's Scepter, Ye Yang attacked like a madman, even burning his life essence and the blessing of the human race.

But they arrived too late, and in the end all they saw was a wisp of the Tongtian Sect Leader's will dissipating.

"Master, why are you doing this?"

Ye Yang came out with a heart-wrenching pain, feeling extremely grief-stricken.

Standing before this wisp of will, and seeing the remaining half of the phantom of the Tongtian Sect Master, Ye Yang shed tears.

Memories kept resurfacing. During the Lich War, the Tongtian Sect Leader advised the human race, and they risked burning their primordial spirit to fight against Hongjun.

We will spare no effort to help humanity.

It can be said that the Tongtian Sect Leader has helped the human race so much along the way, but today he has ended up like this. How can Ye Yang accept this?

The ancestors of the Tongtian River were both teachers and friends, sharing a deep and unwavering bond. Although they never explicitly stated it in their hearts, their trust in each other was absolute.

Although Ye Yang once advised the Tongtian Sect Leader to relinquish his sainthood, at that time the Tongtian Sect Leader still had his primordial spirit. Even if he relinquished his sainthood, it would only result in a drop in his cultivation level.

But things are different now. He burned Pangu's primordial spirit, broke free from Hongjun's seal, and was left with only the blessing of the Heavenly Dao Saint Position.

Once the Holy Position is abolished, the Tongtian Sect Leader will undoubtedly die. Although Ye Yang knew that there was still an avatar, he understood that the real Tongtian was already dead.

"Ancestor of Humanity, there is no need to grieve. Although Tongtian is dead, his will remains. Lead the prehistoric human race to transcend."

"No—! Master, come back to me, come back, come back!"

However, it was too late. Watching the phantom of the Tongtian Sect Master quickly dissipate, Ye Yang was truly in pain.

All we saw was the Tongtian Cult Leader chuckle and shake his head:

"It's too late, it's all too late. I, the Tongtian Sect Leader, have lived a life of integrity and uprightness. How could I possibly aid and abet evil? Now, with the Heavenly Dao wounded, I've become a pawn for Hongjun to absorb the destiny of humanity. How can I live in peace?"

Seeing the Tongtian Sect Leader with only half a head remaining, Ye Yang burst into tears.

"Ancestor of Humanity, do not cry. If I, Tongtian, am not dead, the human race of the prehistoric world will not be able to stand on its own. Only by sacrificing Tongtian can we thwart Hongjun's conspiracy. What does the Investiture of the Gods have to do with my Jie Sect? Ancestor of Humanity, protect my Jie Sect."

As the last word was uttered, the Three Pure Ones and Tongtian vanished into the primordial world in that instant.

"No--."

A heart-wrenching scream roared out in that instant, and terrifying magical energy spread throughout the chaos.

Rumble.

Endless thunderclouds descended, and the Eye of Heaven suddenly opened, flashing endless sparks in the chaos.

But within this Eye of Heaven, drops of blood and tears slowly appeared.

To relinquish one's holy position is a grave act of treason and damages the very foundation of the Heavenly Dao. How could the Heavenly Dao tolerate such behavior?

However, the Tongtian Sect Leader's self-destruction and loss of his own body was a great loss to the prehistoric world.

Endless rain of blood fell, and dark, heavy clouds blanketed the entire primordial land.

"Tongtian—you bastard who's been struck by lightning, ah—!"

Hongjun roared loudly, but his roar was drowned out by the thunder.

Rumble.

The terrifying thunderclouds kept flashing, but no golden light appeared, nor did lotus flowers bloom with each step.

To relinquish one's holy position is a great offense to the Way of Heaven.

The entire primordial land was enveloped in this terrifying blood rain, causing endless grief to countless living beings, and messages kept pouring in.

"Master, may you rest in peace."

The entire Jie Sect of the Primordial Era knelt down, weeping as they rushed up to the Ninth Heaven.

"May the Master of Heaven rest in peace."

In the cycle of reincarnation, even the Goddess Pingxin shed tears at this moment.

Looking back on the times I sparred and discussed Dao with the Tongtian Sect Leader, and the times I fought alongside him, it's just a pity that we're now separated forever.

Tears turned into blood tears, flowing through the underworld and drifting across the Bridge of Three Lives.

The entire cycle of hell was filled with mournful cries; saints had fallen, and heaven and earth grieved together.

All the endless ghost messengers knelt down to see off the Tongtian Sect Leader, and even the Ten Kings of Hell and the Judge of Life and Death looked towards the direction of chaos.

After all, the Three Pure Ones and the Ancestral Witches are all from the same family.

"May the Sage of Heaven rest in peace—".

The voice of the underworld pierced the clouds and resounded throughout the primordial world, and a terrifying aura of malevolence shot straight to the sky.

"This is the malevolent energy of the Witch Clan."

All living beings in the primordial world knelt down to bid farewell to the Tongtian Sect Leader, who was imbued with great magnanimity throughout his life.

He fought against Hongjun, killed a saint, and even took on five opponents at once, displaying his boundless brilliance.

It's truly unacceptable that he would end up like this in such a short time.

The vast, primordial land suddenly burst forth with dazzling brilliance.

"I am the ancestor of humanity, the Heavenly Emperor, and the Martial Ancestor. The entire Martial Hall bids farewell to the Tongtian Sect Master."

(End of this chapter)