"Don't run!"

"Stay!"

The Erosion Sun Rain, along with eleven Ancient Ancestors, pursued once more, like twelve world-ending winds of tribulation, tearing through the barriers of time and space, carrying the momentum to overturn all heavens, once again closing in behind Fu Pinglan.

At this moment, they no longer hesitated at all, vowing to execute Fu Pinglan along with the Tao Tribulation Stick right there!

At this critical life-threatening moment, Fu Pinglan suddenly turned around, the sorrow in his scarlet eyes faded, leaving only extreme intensity, like the madness of an exploding sun.

Facing twelve angry Ancestral Realm assailants, he chose not to defend, but to counterattack almost to the point of mutual destruction!

"Martial Path... never extinguishes!"

A roar that seemed to burst forth from the primordial chaos shook the entire boundary!

Fu Pinglan's hands gripped the Tao Tribulation Stick tightly, and the dim divine light on its shaft was ignited once again. This time, it was not merely the remaining force that burned, but all of his Blood Qi and Ancestor Origin!

Every drop of true blood containing the essence of the Ancestral Realm, every inch of muscle and bone filled with the grand momentum of martial arts, turned to kindling, igniting the path for the strike.

Boom——

An indescribable, world-shattering fierce power that could burn all heavens and reopen chaos erupted from Fu Pinglan's body. In his grasp, the Tao Tribulation Stick was no longer a mere weapon, but transformed into a raging sea that overturned the cosmos!

At this moment, his eyes only locked onto the twelve charging figures, ignoring all attacks, his gaze fixed on the incoming twelve shadows, burning blood Qi, the Dao Seed dazzling, all essence within him pouring into this strike!

Strike out! The momentum is like a tribulation sea overwhelming heaven!

Crack——

Boundless might erupted with the strike, its edge aimed not at a person, but directly at the foundation of this Vast Universe.

The staff fell!

As if the divine axe of creation returned to the world!

The entire Vast Universe shuddered under the aftermath of this strike, with chilling tremors, unable to bear the weight. Centered at the boundary wall, countless visible cracks like a spider web of apocalypse instantly spread into the endless Void, laws wailing, heaven and earth order disintegrating.

In an instant, across the vast regions of the universe, 128 Divine Mansions, over sixty Divine Mansion territories were affected.

The Divine Territory, governed by numerous Pavilion Masters, stable as a rock, seemed to encounter a world-ending catastrophe, the core areas of Divine Mansions shaking and about to collapse, heaven and earth laws manifested, forming pillars whose light flickered, nearly extinguished, as trillions of living creatures found themselves bewildered, instantly feeling the apocalypse looming!

And at the forefront, closest to the impact, were the Erosion Sun Rain and five other Ancient Ancestors!

"Puh—"

Five muffled and painful sounds of blood spurting forth almost echoed simultaneously!

The Fierce Blood Spear wielded by the Erosion Sun Rain was forcefully bent by the aftermath of the Tao Tribulation Stick, wailing piercingly. The whole person seemed oppressed by the ancient divine mountain, with protective space-time laws shattered, the chest visibly sunken, spewing out a mixture of organ fragments and shattered law golden-red Ancestor Blood, staining a vast section of the Star Dome!

The remaining four Ancient Ancestors also suffered terribly, some losing their weapons, their souls and bodies splitting apart, or their bodies torn completely by the tribulation winds, revealing chilling bone wounds, shocking to behold.

None of the five were spared, all bloodied, flying backward as they spat blood, their auras dwindling like a dying candle, critically wounded, unable to recover quickly, thus unable to pose any threat to Fu Pinglan.

Fu Pinglan's strike, fueled by burning Life Origin, wielding the Tao Tribulation Stick, carried with it the Martial Arts Heavenly Fortune left by two deceased Martial Ancestors, its power enough to horrify the world.

If not for the shared suffering by the Ancient Ancestors alongside Erosion Sun Rain, surely someone would have perished under this strike.

With this earth-shaking strike's counter-force and the chaotic space-time it caused by shaking the boundary's firmament, Fu Pinglan's figure, enveloped in blood flames, like a cut-off kite, shot backwards like a blood arrow, stumbling headfirst into the boundary wall.

His figure was instantly engulfed by the familiar yet alien Law Aura of the Great Universe.

Fu Pinglan glanced back, looking at the twelve figures like gods and demons beyond the boundary, his eyes as deep and cold as stagnant black water.

In the end, he... crossed the boundary alive, entering the domain of the Great Universe.

Behind him, the Vast Universe shattered, over sixty Divine Mansions trembled and wailed.

Until Fu Pinglan crossed the Boundary, Yan Feng's projection flickered briefly on the Tao Tribulation Stick before it slowly dissipated.

In the blink of an eye, Fu Pinglan's figure vanished into the starlight of the Great Universe, leaving behind the terrifying mark of the stick that lingered in the Universe for a long time.

Twelve Ancient Ancestors stood before the Boundary like frozen statues.

The chaotic temporal turbulence beside them slowly calmed down, while the aura of Ancestor Blood and destructive energy waves still permeated the void.

Their gazes penetrated the distorted light and shadow of the Boundary barrier, watching Fu Pinglan's figure gradually disappear into the depths of the starlight of the Great Universe, with no one pursuing.

They could not cross this Boundary.

Dead silence enveloped these twelve powerful beings who had survived from the Late Primordial Era until now.

Yan Feng slowly lowered his head, looking at the slightly bent and dimly gleaming blood-colored long spear in his hand, the shaft of which was still stained with the golden blood splattered by Fu Pinglan and the Ancestor Blood that flowed from his own cracked tiger's mouth.

He slowly raised his hand, his fingertip brushing over the cold spear shaft, feeling the slight damage and lingering killing intent. After a moment, he lifted his head, his gaze sweeping over the many other Ancient Ancestors with similarly somber auras beside him, and spoke slowly, his voice low and calm:

"Return to confess our sins."

Even though they besieged two Ancient Ancestors, they failed to slay Fu Pinglan, failed to seize the Tao Tribulation Stick, and even suffered a counterattack that severely injured five of them, shaking the very foundation of the Universe. It was undoubtedly a complete failure.

And for failure, it was naturally necessary to confess their sins to the Ancestral Dao and bear the consequences.

In an instant, twelve figures, like ink merging into the void, silently and soundlessly disappeared before the Boundary.

Space fluctuated slightly, and in the next moment, they had returned to the summit of the solitary peak, arriving outside the entrance of the secluded long corridor.

However, the scene before them caused all the Ancient Ancestors, including Yan Feng, to be profoundly shocked once more.

Chu Zheng's figure was not in the corridor but had somehow ascended to the highest point of the solitary peak, standing at the center of the shattered Heavenly Dome!

At this moment, Chu Zheng was enshrouded in an indescribable aura, vast and boundless.

Surrounding him was neither Immortal Qi nor Mana, but Heavenly Fate!

This immense Heavenly Fate, derived from the two recently fallen Ancestral Realm of Martial Dao, was bound by the Laws of the Great Realm of the Universe, unable to immediately return to the Cosmic Origin, it could only wander and flow within this realm.

These two strands of Heavenly Fate, at this moment, were like two restless dragons bound by invisible chains, absorbed by some invisible pull, converging towards Chu Zheng at the center of the Heavenly Dome like rivers flowing into the sea.

Chu Zheng's eyes were closed, suspended in the air, his robes flapping in the invisible torrent of Heavenly Fate. His features remained elegant, yet there was an indescribable majesty and... a hint of greed between his brows.

It was heavenly majesty, and an endless craving for Heavenly Fate of the Universe.

His hands were slightly open, as if embracing the Universe into his arms. This chapter's true source is My Virtual Library Empire (M|V|LEMP-YR).

The aura around him was undergoing an earth-shattering transformation, the gentle aura belonging to a Qi Cultivator was instantly torn apart, replaced by a supremely tyrannical nature that devours all realms and commands the river of fate!

His body was like a bottomless abyss, frantically absorbing and refining the vast Heavenly Fate rushing towards him, enough to drive all living creatures in the Mythical Domain mad!

Yan Feng and the others could clearly feel a heart-palpitating ripple, centered on Chu Zheng, spreading wildly in all directions.

Chu Zheng sensed the arrival of Yan Feng and the others, but at this moment, he had no time to care. Whether Fu Pinglan lived or died, he no longer wished to be concerned nor had the time to pity the twelve Ancient Ancestors who had fought bloodily for him and returned severely wounded.

His mind was completely immersed in the supreme ecstasy brought by the Heavenly Fate entering his body, reaching directly to the origin.

It was power, it was authority, and it was the key to breaking free from shackles, wielding the river of his own fate. It was the celestial staircase leading to ascend to the highest Ancestral Realm!

Every strand of Heavenly Fate integration made him feel the leap in the level of life, and a deeper mastery of the Laws of Heaven and Earth.

It was only today that he finally touched that chessboard, which had long since appeared in his sight, penetrating through past and future, encompassing aeons.