Chapter 181: No Need to Revive the Sick; I Shall Transcend the Sick!

Chapter 181: No Need to Revive the Sick; I Shall Transcend the Sick!

The source of all chaos and eeriness traces back to the patient at the end of time.

Once driven half-mad by endless battles, this patient had obliterated everything in the boundless primordial land, leaving nothing from ancient times to the present. Transcending all, the patient became the sole existence.

In the end, the patient grew weary.

For everything had lost its meaning to the patient.

Thus, the patient sacrificed itself time and again, eventually burning itself to ashes. The ashes were stored in an Ember Jar and buried in a triple-layered bronze coffin on the Plateau.

During this process, some of the patient's negative emotions gave rise to ten disease roots, which became the ten Primordial Substances of the Plateau, leading to the creation of the Ten Sinister Ancestors.

Mist shrouded the heavens and earth, and the desolate Plateau was filled with a dead silence.

This was the largest cursed land in the world, vast and boundless. Even if countless worlds fell, they could not fill a corner of it. Even the Dao Ancestors could not reach its end.

Throughout history, it had remained unchanged, its extreme oppression and danger causing countless civilizations to fade into obscurity, leaving the world in ruins. No one could resist it.

But today, the Plateau trembled!

At this moment, in the deepest part of the cursed land, at the end of the Plateau, an ancient, bone-chilling sound echoed, causing all life to fall silent.

The eerie and ominous ancestral land cracked open, revealing several terrifying figures. Some were withered like twigs, others covered in black blood, and still others shrouded in gray mist.

Rotten clothes clung to their horrifying bodies, like malevolent spirits awakening from their slumber after countless epochs.

Their eyes were either hollow, bleeding, or deathly gray. When they solidified the void, all life withered, and the dark worlds withered along with them.

All the bizarre races and countless Dark Creatures in the universe were shocked, trembling and kneeling in devout reverence.

Even the Dao Ancestor-level Dark Creatures knelt and worshipped in the various heavens and earths, never daring to rise.

Even the enigmatic Immortal Emperors of the Final Path Ascendants bowed toward the deepest part of the cursed land, listening to the instructions.

"Why have you awakened again, Ancestor?" a dark Immortal Emperor whispered.

The last time the Ancestor awoke was when the woman from the Pollen Road had the audacity to challenge the Plateau. What was the reason this time?

At the end of the cursed land, the ancient, bone-chilling sound echoed, like stone slabs grinding against each other, or the universe colliding, making all beings tremble in fear.

"The Plateau trembles inexplicably; the greatest variable in all of eternity has appeared!"

An Ancestor spoke, its blurry figure scanning the vast world, its gaze tearing through the Sacrificial Sea, causing the Dark Creatures to tremble uncontrollably.

The greatest variable in all of eternity?!

Even the Ten Final Path Ascendants of the Sinister Race, at that moment, felt their hair stand on end, a sense of dread overwhelming them.

In a single sentence, they sensed the hidden, terrifying implications.

The previous tremor of the Plateau was not caused by the Ancestor's appearance.

On the contrary, the tremor of the Plateau had awakened the Ancestor!

All the Final Path Ascendants felt their scalps tingle, their hearts pounding with disbelief.

After all, in their eyes, the Plateau was the supreme cursed land, the source of all eeriness, and the base of their power. How could they not be terrified if their base shook mysteriously?

"Danger has awakened us from our slumber, and our hearts are uneasy", another Ancestor spoke, making the ten Final Path Ascendants on the Plateau bow and tremble, not daring to meet its gaze.

"Since we have identified the variable, we must extinguish all threats in their infancy, eradicating them completely!" another Ancestor said coldly, its killing intent boundless.

It was unimaginable that the Sinister Ancestors could experience emotional fluctuations.

But who knew, they were truly alarmed and felt uneasy.

What was once described as the world in ruins was merely a sacrifice to one person.

The Plateau was that person's domain, the source of eerie power, and possibly their ashes.

The Sinister Ancestors did not know if that person was truly dead, but they were filled with fear and reverence and wanted to find them, constantly performing sacrifices to gain greater power.

Today's mysterious tremor of the Plateau had awakened them from their long slumber, their hearts pounding with a sense of impending doom. Their instincts told them that a life-threatening disaster might be at hand.

Previously, to temper the Sinister Race and prevent the descendants in the cursed land from becoming complacent, the Ancestors had rarely acted personally, except for killing the woman from the Pollen Road and confronting the man named Huang.

But now, they could not stand by and do nothing.

Above the Plateau, ten ancient and terrifying coffins lay horizontally, casting shadows behind ten figures, providing them with an endless supply of power.

Even before the Ten Ancestors truly acted, the worlds were on the verge of exploding, countless universes trembling and wailing, the thirty thousand Dao and myriad laws dimming and about to fade away.

The dark Immortal Emperors of the eerie race sensed something and all looked up, their bodies stiffening, their hearts pounding.

The legend was true; there were indeed more than five Ancestors in the ancestral land.

How could they believe it?

How could they dare to believe it?

The Final Path Ascendants of the Sinister Race, the Immortal Emperors, numbered ten in total, already intimidating all the heavens and earths, defeating all the brilliant evolutionary civilizations.

Now they were all petrified, realizing that there were actually ten Ancestors!

The ten figures stood side by side, making the river of time reverse and the myriad Dao crumble, affecting the stability of past, present, and future, shaking the foundations of the present world.

The ten Ancestors appearing together was an unprecedented event.

It signaled a severe problem, one that concerned the rise and fall of their race, and even the life and death of the Ancestors, forcing them to be extremely cautious.

The Ten Ancestors collectively divined, but they could not divine the ultimate variable that caused the Plateau to tremble. That person seemed to not exist in the world at all.

This was incomprehensible. Could it all be an illusion?

But at their level, how could there be any illusions?

The Ancestors' hearts grew even darker.

However, they were not without any gains.

"Huang is also a variable!"

"More people should go and kill him!"

Five Ancestors set out to intercept and kill Huang, aiming to eliminate him before he could cause more trouble.

"Such a variable cannot be ordinary; everyone must find him!" another Ancestor said.

"Search the vast world, overturn the heavens and earth, and find that person!" the other Ancestors echoed.

They issued a death order against the variable to the entire race, causing all the eerie Dao Ancestors and dark Immortal Emperors to mobilize, and countless eerie races and Dark Creatures to act, seeking out the so-called variable.

On the other side, a towering man gazed toward the eerie Plateau, his brow furrowed.

He had immediately sensed the Plateau's unusual activity and hastily retreated, watching from a distance in the Sacrificial Sea.

"The Plateau has encountered some unknown change; the Sinister Race is all worshipping, and more Ancestors have awakened. What is happening?"

This was Huang, who for years had single-handedly faced down three Ancestors, never admitting defeat, opposing the source of the ominous, and even slaughtering the true Sinister Ancestors.

Unfortunately, the ancestral land at the end of the cursed land was ineffable and mysterious, even allowing the Sinister Ancestors to resurrect repeatedly, giving them an invincible advantage.

The enemies were undying and endless, while he could not afford the slightest mistake; even a minor misstep would lead to his death and eternal oblivion. It was truly difficult.

For years, he had faced the three Sinister Ancestors alone, suspecting that two more might be lurking at the end of the Plateau, but he never imagined there would be ten Ancestors!

With ten Ancestors appearing together, who could stand against them?

Even he was momentarily speechless.

"No, I have seen the light of those who come after me; there is still hope in the future!"

Huang resolved to pay any price to manifest the heavens of the past in the present, bringing back the buried old era to interfere with the Sinister Race's actions.

At the same time, he created a world that the Sinister Ancestors could not divine, sending his friends and family there to recover and train, awaiting the future changes.

Finally, he used all his strength to create a shadow, equipped with peak combat power, to deal with the potential great enemies. If he failed, he could make the eerie forces believe he had perished, thus hiding in plain sight.

At such a heavy cost, he fell into his weakest and lowest point, his Dao severely damaged, and his main body entered a deep slumber, destined to remain silent for countless eras.

His existence would almost be erased from the entire ancient history, making him hard to trace, as if he had never existed.

After doing all this, the man named Huang was too weak to do anything more.

But it no longer mattered to him.

He was too tired, having been in constant battle, and needed rest. He believed that future generations would rise.

"Is the Lifesoil above the Sacrificial Sea? Could the Lifesoil be the embodiment of the Plateau?"

Shaohua was startled by her own thoughts but, after careful consideration, shook her head, dismissing the shocking hypothesis.

The Lifesoil, representing her inner "microcosm", evolved the inner landscape and even gave rise to an independent world like the Great Curtain, reflecting her inner self.

Beneath the Lifesoil, the so-called "Sacrificial Sea" was actually the external reflection of the vast universe, not a real Sacrificial Sea, but a sea of surging laws in her heart.

The Lifesoil, carrying both physical blood and spiritual will, symbolized the unity of her body and mind, both the starting point of cultivation and the ultimate goal of transcendence.

Shaohua could not deny her Dao, or her mind would collapse.

Dao has its connections, and laws have their similarities. She knew of the Plateau's existence, and it was natural for them to have similarities, as they ultimately led to the same destination.

Of course, she was not blindly arrogant; it was possible that she had been influenced by the original patient in some way.

After all, she had been in contact with the Three Lifetimes Bronze Coffin for a long time.

"What's wrong, Shaohua? Am I also starting to doubt if I'm not the main character?"

She slapped her face, shaking off her self-doubt, her eyes shining with determination.

"No need to revive the sick; I shall transcend the sick!"

What should be done if a child is autistic?

Most likely, it's just an act; a good beating will do the trick!

Even if she has a connection with that person, so what? When the time comes, they will fight, and the winner will determine the Dao and the Law.

One day, she will challenge the Plateau and give that self-isolating, self-destructive person a good lesson.

Shaohua did not know that her words had caused a massive earthquake on the Plateau in the infinite worlds outside.

Regardless of whether she had any prior connection with the original patient, her words had created a definitive link.

The powerful beings above the Sacrificial Dao do not truly perish.

Even if he had made himself sick, burned himself, and scattered his ashes, it was only his perceived "death."

An Immortal Emperor can return if remembered by someone, let alone one above the Sacrificial Dao.

"Interesting."

At that moment, the Plateau trembled.

(End of Chapter)

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