The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

With Zero around, the Twelve Heavenly Kings can go anywhere with ease.

As soon as Red Bull flew out, Zero drew a circle of light in front of him. Red Bull passed through it and arrived in Xichuan City.

Jin Hu shook himself up and said excitedly.

"Friends, it's time to hit the road."

Zero opened a teleportation circle for each of them.

Ten halos shone brightly, and the remaining ten people resolutely flew in.

The clone, sitting amidst the ruins, watched this scene with awe and reverence.

"You old scoundrel, they've all gone."

Soon after, in twelve specific cities around the world, in twelve enormous craters at the foundations of celestial pillars, twelve beating golden hearts were utterly shattered by the Twelve Heavenly Kings of the Resistance, who sacrificed their spiritual paths and lives in the process.

As these seeds of life were destroyed, the resentment of the Twelve Ancestors lingered above these deep pits.

"Rebels!! Zero!! Song Gua!! Bandits!! Aaaaaah!!!"

"Damn it—we've completely lost!"

"We lost so utterly on Earth, we couldn't even win by sacrificing our most precious lives, it's utterly shameful!"

"Even if we lose, we will never let the people of Earth have an easy time. Let this world go to hell!!"

"Let our people come and retrieve the life-giving essence here another day!"

The resentment of the twelve patriarchs gathered together.

Their hatred and their anger, combined, transformed into a gigantic, pitch-black ghost head.

The ghost head soared into the sky, heading straight for the direction of the Drunken Sword Immortal.

in space.

After Yun Yang and the others sacrificed themselves, the Sword Immortal's power greatly diminished.

Song Gua seized the opportunity, transforming his thousand transformations into a long spear, and thrust it out angrily.

"They didn't have to die!!"

In the eyes of the Drunken Sword Immortal, Song Gua's deadly spear tip rapidly approached against the backdrop of countless stars.

An immense pressure came from all directions, rendering the Drunken Sword Immortal unable to move.

Without the power provided by the evil hexagram of the Twelve Ancestors, the Drunken Sword Immortal was completely unable to resist Song Gua's attack.

In this life-or-death moment, with the level of Song Gua or the Drunken Sword Immortal, one can allow their consciousness to consider many things.

In other words, this moment may appear to others as just a blink of an eye.

But for them, it can be a very long time.

The Sword Immortal was thinking a lot at this moment.

He couldn't let go of his inner obsession, but he was at peace with his failure.

"Song Gua, perhaps I really shouldn't have sacrificed Earth to bring about the rebirth of my own world."

"Have you figured it out?"

"No, my nature makes it impossible for me to understand this, but I suddenly feel that the world where cultivators roam freely may not be as good as Earth. It's not worth sacrificing such a respectable world as Earth for that sliver of possibility."

Why do I suddenly feel that our world is worthy of your respect?

"My world was ultimately destroyed by the Heavenly Dao's destruction of the world. Even as the Heavenly Dao shattered the continent, cultivators across the entire continent were still fighting and vying for things like spiritual veins, immortal herbs, and spiritual treasures."

Can you imagine that even though the Heavenly Dao has issued a declaration of world destruction, the major sects, dynasties, and ancient clans are still vying for cultivation resources and fighting their own battles?

If we unite like you do.

If among us there are people like Wang Miao, Wan Jianyi, and the Twelve Heavenly Kings of the Resistance Army—people who are brave, resourceful, and unafraid of sacrifice.

If our world also had top-tier fighters like you, still fighting right now.

They might not be unable to fight against the Heavenly Dao Divine Army.

Unfortunately, the fine qualities of humankind exist only in the weak and ordinary people of our world.

Once we begin cultivating immortality, we become selfish, short-sighted, and lose our sense of the bigger picture and our spirit of dedication.

Song Gua did not respond to the Drunken Sword Immortal again, but instead thrust his spear into the Drunken Sword Immortal's heart with undiminished power.

The Sword Immortal's final expression showed only relief, with no more resentment.

The Drunken Sword Immortal's body dissipated.

A divine stele of illusion and a stone of resentment appeared here.

"it's over……"

Song Gua breathed a long sigh of relief.

But the thought of those who died in this final battle made him feel somewhat unhappy.

It wasn't just Wang Miao, Wan Jianyi, Yun Yang, Chi Niu, and others.

Millions of people have died in the natural and man-made disasters caused by the Twelve Ancestors all over the world.

The Earth's population has been reduced by more than half in just a few days.

Such a large-scale and rapid population decline is enough to be recorded and remembered for all time, and may even become a myth like the Great Flood of antiquity in the infinitely distant future.

Song Gua looked up at the higher-dimensional crack.

"It seems that the matter that has been reduced to a lower dimension is not very harmful. As long as the celestial army and the celestial beings can ensure that these things become space debris and do not enter Earth's orbit, there will be no impact."

Over time, the Earth will continue to rotate around the center of the Milky Way, following the Sun.

In other words, the Earth's absolute position will gradually deviate from this crack.

Even if humanity cannot fill this crack, it will have no impact on the Earth.

People all over the world finally erupted in joyous celebration after seeing Song Gua defeat the Drunken Sword Immortal.

People in the city after the disaster, though covered in dust and grime, could not hide their excitement.

Even those who had lost limbs or were in pain were cheering and jumping for joy.

This is witnessing history.

Humanity has survived this unimaginable catastrophe!

?

"Earth!!!!"

The ghost head, composed of the resentment of the twelve ancestors, soared into space.

As it passed by Song Gua, the ghost head did not stop at all and quickly swept past.

"What is this?!"

The Dark Emperor, who had been observing, cried out.

"Stop it! This is the resentment of the Celestial Gods!!"

"They harbor resentment too??"

"When the physical body dies, the soul or spirit can continue to exist. When the soul or spirit dies, it transforms into resentment, and some of this resentment can persist in the universe for hundreds of millions of years!"

Song Gua quickly searched through the Dark Emperor's abilities to see if he had any skills to deal with resentment.

You wouldn't know unless you looked, and only then did you realize it.

A whole bunch!

I almost forgot, Dark Star is the embodiment of all the resentment in the universe.

The Dark Emperor is the king of resentment!

"Come back here!"

Song Gua stretched out his hand and pulled the ghost head back directly.

"disintegration!"

The Song hexagram suggests directly dispelling this resentment.

But at that very last moment, the ghost head let out a shout.

Of course, he was speaking in the language of the Celestial Gods.

Moreover, based on the Dark Emperor's language abilities, the Ghost Head was not speaking the ordinary language of the Celestial God Clan, but the language of summoning gods.

"North Pole Celestial Lord! Attack here!! The Rugu family of the Eastern Galaxy is willing to offer you three Tier 1 Life Essences!"

Song Gua frowned.

What are you talking about?

I can understand it.

But it's also clear that they don't understand much.

It doesn't matter anymore.

The borrowed power of the Dark Emperor was amplified, making it terrifyingly strong. When dealing with resentment, it was as if his words could become law; if he wanted the resentment to dissipate, it would dissipate.

"They're gone, aren't they? Those twelve patriarchs should be completely dead now, right?"

Through Miss Butterfly's broadcast.

Survivors around the world are experiencing a rollercoaster of emotions.

Just when we thought we had finally won a great victory, another ghost appeared.

Now even the ghost head is gone.

Can we finally celebrate?