Chapter 201: Born Fearless, Fighting to the End

Chapter 201: Born Fearless, Fighting to the End

In recent times, many have felt that time is like a blade, cutting into their hearts day by day.

With a sense of foreboding, their anxiety grows.

The curtain on the future has slowly begun to lift, and though they know great calamity is coming and hope is slim, everyone is still preparing for battle.

In this atmosphere, in an era where blood and chaos can break out at any moment, and where dark and ominous forces may pour down upon the heavens at any time, the various realms have thrived over the past few decades, giving rise to one brilliant star after another among the new generation.

Many ancient and legendary constitutions, Dao bones, divine embryos, and holy bloodlines have reappeared in some young people, truly astounding the older generations of cultivators.

It is easy to imagine that in a few years, the heavens will enter a glorious and radiant era, with stars shining brightly, their light illuminating the past, present, and future!

But the older generation is only more worried and anxious because of this.

"Are the true Immortal Emperors starting to pay attention to the heavens?" Wu Shi and Ye Fan felt a chill, almost shuddering.

In a daze, they seemed to see a pair of eyes slowly opening beyond the world, about to gaze upon the heavens!

Even some Immortal Kings, like Wan Qing, Di Zun, and Gu Tuo, have sensed a bone-chilling cold, an instinctive dread that makes them tremble.

They have cultivated for millions of years, experienced terrifying bloodbaths, and though they haven't reached the level of the Celestial Emperors, they stand at the pinnacle of Immortal Kings, very close to that realm.

Yet, this slight difference is like the gap between heaven and earth.

Without reaching the Imperial Realm, one remains a mere ant, no matter how powerful an Immortal King they are.

And for true Immortal Emperors, what do Quasi-Immortal Emperors and Dao Ancestor-level beings even matter?

Most of the older generation have reached the bottleneck of their lives, needing a certain opportunity and sudden enlightenment to break through.

Whether it's Wan Qing, Di Zun, Gu Tuo, or the Ancient Emperors, they have all been striving in recent years, their strength surging under the guidance of Shaohua's avatars.

They have truly worked hard, and their realms and Dao paths have advanced rapidly, achieving astonishing results.

However, this is the twilight before the night falls. No matter how much they improve or how strong they become, it may all be in vain, unable to make a difference.

Once the Grand Sacrifice begins, and the Immortal Emperor of the Sinister Race becomes aware, the Final Path Ascendants open their eyes and step into these heavens, the true end times will arrive, and even the vast universe will collapse!

If that truly happens, even Dao Ancestors may not have a chance to act.

The new generation remains oblivious, filled with passion and zeal, freely expressing their boundless heroism. Every day, new stars rise, wandering the heavens, visiting friends in the Spirit Realm, and discussing Dao.

Time flows in this contradictory era, the older generation growing increasingly uneasy, sensing the impending collapse of the world; the new generation, however, is filled with enthusiasm and dreams, determined to defy the heavens.

Under the starry sky, auspicious light shimmers over the mountains and rivers, mist envelops the forests, the air is fresh, and the fragrance of flowers and grass fills the air.

Not far away is a vast Daoist temple, with its long corridors, pavilions, and flowing streams, all bathed in the moonlight and starlight.

The majestic Kunlun Mountain appears fresh and elegant, beautiful like a dream.

In the last peaceful years, Shaohua left Beidou and came to Kunlun Mountain, opening a Daoist temple to enjoy her remaining days.

Boom!!

Deep within the temple, two figures, one green and one white, are engaged in combat, effortlessly using various divine techniques, unleashing terrifying power.

If this were in the heavens, such a level of power would have shattered the vast universe and penetrated the outer realms.

For these are two Immortal Kings in combat.

However, here, they cause no disturbance; the mountains and the earth remain unscathed, and the entire temple stands firm.

Even when Ying Wu'an and Ye Qingxian finish their sparring and engage in a fierce battle, nothing is damaged.

A gentle breeze blows, fluttering Shaohua's sleeves. She holds a tea fruit, thinks for a moment, and places it in her Life Soil, trying to plant it and wait for it to take root and sprout.

"You have bestowed life upon those immortal herbs, giving them the freedom to live, but this world is too dark. Even with the foundation of an Immortal King, they have no time to grow", Heng Ren says, lifting her gaze slightly and speaking softly.

At this moment, she is playing a game with another Shaohua.

The so-called immortal herbs are the remnants of fallen Immortal Kings from the past, possessing intelligence, but not the return of their former selves—just similar flowers.

"I have asked them. Rather than living aimlessly for countless ages, they prefer to live a single life as humans, even if it means dying without regret", Shaohua says.

She gazes at the distant Immortal Pond, where several graceful figures are seen planting grass, growing flowers, and planting trees.

Who else could be in her temple but her mother, her young niece, Lan Ling, and her two adopted daughters?

Oh, and there's also a cute and silly Little White Tiger, happily munching on the last fruit of the immortal herbs and burying the seeds in a freshly dug hole.

"Grow quickly!" Little White Tiger, Bai Cang, chants a secret spell.

The women, seeing her adorable appearance, are filled with joy.

Some people, even when they become great cultivators, can't change their nature.

Shaohua looks at them, a smile playing on her lips.

If time could stay frozen in this moment, how wonderful it would be?

Unfortunately, this is just a beautiful wish.

The Sinister Race's Grand Sacrifice is about to begin, and no one can remain uninvolved, especially since the heavens have killed ten Dao Ancestor-level beings, which will surely provoke unimaginable retribution.

"I hope the Immortal Lady can inform Tai Yi Tian Di. Gu Tuo has come to pay respects."

One day, a tall and imposing man arrives at Kunlun Mountain, bringing his most cherished child to pay homage.

He is Gu Tuo, who has had interactions with Shaohua in the past, discussing Dao and sharing teachings, so there is some connection, though not much. However, Shaohua clearly would not turn him away.

"What brings you here?" Shaohua asks.

Her peripheral vision catches the young man standing behind Gu Tuo, head bowed in respect, and she already has an idea of his purpose.

"I humbly request the Celestial Emperor to consider our past connection and grant my son a chance at survival", Gu Tuo says solemnly, bowing deeply to Shaohua.

Great calamity is coming, and he is prepared to fight to the death, but his child should have a future, a chance to go further than he can.

Gu Qing is at a loss, having thought his father was seeking guidance from the Celestial Emperor, not realizing it was entirely for his sake.

"I already know your purpose. To seek a future for your son is a virtuous act", Shaohua says, nodding slightly. She extends a finger and gently touches Gu Qing's forehead, extracting a thread of his essence and condensing it into a seed of life.

Don't ask why she is so skilled at this; she has done it many times for her loved ones. A small seed of life is easily created.

She places the seed in Gu Qing's hand, saying, "Even if the world sinks into eternal darkness, as long as this seed remains, there will be a glimmer of hope."

Gu Qing's mouth hangs open, hesitant to take the seed, feeling dazed.

"Don't let your father down", Shaohua smiles, then turns and drifts away.

With that touch, she not only gave Gu Qing a seed of life but also implanted some scriptures and Dao interpretations into his mind.

Even the brief contact left a permanent trace of Dao on his forehead.

"Father", Gu Qing is at a loss for words, feeling a mix of gratitude, surprise, and a heavy responsibility.

This opportunity, gained at the cost of his father's connection with Tai Yi Tian Di, is now his to bear.

"Remember the Celestial Emperor's words. Don't let me down, and don't let her down", Gu Tuo says, urging Gu Qing to keep the seed safe.

He himself cannot carry it, nor will he ask Shaohua to keep it, because when the great calamity comes, they are destined to be on the front lines.

"Don't worry, Father. I'll never wash my face again!" Gu Qing vows, touching his forehead and breaking into a silly grin.

After all, he has once fought the young Celestial Emperor and lived, and now he has been personally touched by her!

A mere face is nothing; why bother washing it?

He will never wash his face again!

Gu Tuo: "..."

No, that's not what I meant, son.

Decades pass, and the Soul River, the Burial Pits, the Netherworld, and the Four Poles Wastes undergo strange changes. A faint bloodlight falls from the other side of the Boundary Sea, and ominous substances return, everything turning ominous.

An ancient furnace suddenly breaks free from the constraints of time, bursting into flames, igniting the great Dao principles, and destroying the ominous substances, blocking the darkness from descending.

Afterward, a vast and oppressive power seems to awaken in the ancient earth, radiating outward at an incredible speed, threatening to destroy all tangible matter.

"What is that?!"

In the heavens, someone is horrified to find that the sky seems to have become ethereal, like a bubble, and something is gradually becoming clearer in the distant, mysterious regions, visible through the bubble-like sky.

That day, all the worlds are the same, and the beings of every major world tremble, filled with dread, sensing that a world-shattering event is about to happen.

It is a blood-red altar, appearing from the vast void, manifesting outside the realms.

Though it is blurry, it already instills a sense of incomparable grandeur and terror, making everyone tremble and their souls shudder with fear.

At that moment, no matter who or where they are, they all have a premonition that the end of the world is coming.

And they are right—the end is truly near!

"The Grand Sacrifice is about to begin!"

A cold voice echoes from the depths of the cursed land, spreading through all the worlds.

"Indeed, what was meant to come has come", Shaohua says to herself, rising and sighing.

She didn't expect the Sinister Race's Grand Sacrifice to be so direct, with the blood-red altar manifesting in the heavens without any concealment.

Of course, when one is so powerful that they have no rivals, they act without restraint, without the need for secrecy.

"Such methods suggest that our heavens have long been in the sights of the Sinister Race", another Shaohua says, standing by the Soul River, activating the Time Furnace.

After all, this is the homeland of the desolate one, and the Sinister Race would not ignore it, which is why there are four outposts.

Ten Dao Ancestor-level beings sent to one place clearly show the importance the Sinister Race places here.

That battle back then, where Shaohua and others slaughtered the Sinister Race's creatures in the heavens, only delayed the disaster, allowing the people to enjoy peace for hundreds of thousands of years.

Now, that peace has finally been shattered.

"Big Sister was indeed prescient. With the heavens about to collapse, the Golden Scripture Jade Tablets must be revealed to gather the people!" Wu Shi says.

Ye Fan stands beside him, the two of them looking back at the heavens from the dike, as two jade tablets manifest in the sky.

At the same time, two Shaohua and Heng Ren are also taking action.

Five jade tablets appear in the sky, hundreds of golden books manifest in the Great Curtain, and the Three Thousand Spirit Realms are revealed, merging with the present world, enveloping all the beings within the Great Curtain.

The virtual becomes real, then the real becomes virtual, and all the people become characters in a painting!

"Go, all of you. Don't think about contributing your strength, for this time, even Immortal Kings are powerless. If you want to fight, there will be opportunities in the future. For now, don't cause trouble!"

Shaohua speaks sternly, throwing half a Chaos Pearl into the unknown space, sending everyone away.

"Go, live on, and have the hope to rise again in the future!" Ye Fan growls.

Wu Shi also speaks, telling the Immortal Kings of the heavens to stand back, to enter the dangerous areas or set up great formations to prepare.

"Damn it, why can't I break through to the Imperial Realm?!" Wan Qing, no longer his usual calm and composed self, stands in the grand hall of the Heavenly Court, his hair disheveled, looking at the terrifying bow and arrow on the dais, his eyes filled with madness.

"I knew you'd be here. Trying to monopolize the treasure, are you?"

At that moment, Di Zun arrives, grinning, and directly approaches the dais, touching the Emperor-Killing Bow.

"Expected as much!" Di Zun laughs, not caring about the dark power on his hands.

"Do you want to die? Once you draw this bow, there's no turning back", Wan Qing says coolly.

"Don't worry, I can draw a few more arrows than you. After all, I have experience with dark corruption", Di Zun grins.

In the heavens, Ye Qingxian and Ying Wu'an also arrive with the Donghuang Bell and the Taiyi Wheel, surrounded by Immortal Kings, setting up a great formation.

With Quasi-Immortal Emperor weapons as anchors and the Immortal Kings forming the array, they channel the combined power of the heavens, creating an unimaginable force that can truly threaten Dao Ancestor-level beings!

With great calamity at hand, no one can remain uninvolved.

The heavens are about to collapse(End of Chapter)

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