Chapter 403: The Future Is Unpredictable

Chapter 403: The Future Is Unpredictable

In a world where both immortals and demons flaunted their prowess, there was only one figure enduring relentless beatings: Zheng Yuantian. Whoever arrived, they would proudly display their identity as members of the Hades Blood Sect and seize the opportunity to strike at old Zheng. Some took advantage of the chaos, aiming to snatch the ancient demon emperor's blood from Zheng Yuantian's grasp, while others genuinely sought to end his life. In the midst of the struggle for the treasures, they seized the chance to deliver fatal blows.

Zheng Yuantian endured unimaginable pain as the golden scroll crushed him, blood spraying everywhere. His situation was already dire, but he also had to guard against various sinister forces lurking around him.

No one showed mercy; they all attacked ruthlessly. With a sharp sound, someone not only aimed to seize the ancient demon emperor's blood but also sought to absorb his severed arm, stealing his true blood.

Enraged, Zheng Yuantian, who had always been the one devouring others, found himself reduced to mere flesh and blood. His innate blood, which could have regenerated his severed body parts, was now permanently lost.

"Are you all determined to see this through to the bitter end?" he roared. "Fine! I, Zheng Yuantian, will fight to the death. Even if it means total annihilation, I will drag two of you down with me!"

His fury ignited, flames engulfing his entire body as he stood towering into the sky, his colossal form radiating with boiling true blood.

But in this harsh reality, at this level of conflict, no one cared about his threats. A giant hand descended, crashing onto his form, causing two nearby moons in the outer space to explode into debris.

And that was not the end of it. Zheng Yuantian's main body, suppressed by the colossal hand, ruptured, blood flowing like a torrent from his shattered body, an awe-inspiring yet horrifying sight.

Witnessing this, the onlookers were stunned. Zheng, standing on the earth, now towered into the outer space. Although his form was intricately woven with rules, his foundation severely damaged from the relentless onslaught, he was no match for such formidable adversaries.

Almost simultaneously, a beam of sword light flew forth, severing his right hand. Then, with a thunderous punch, someone smashed his head, larger than the moon, into a pulp.

"Has Patriarch Zheng been killed?!" Shock reverberated through the crowd, especially among his disciples who now trembled in fear. These people were mad; they showed no mercy, even towards such an unparalleled powerhouse.

"No, Zheng, the peerless one, has escaped. What you saw was his blood-colored avatar, a mere shell. His true form, carrying the golden scroll, has broken through and left this place," someone with sharp eyes pointed out. At the edge of the sky, Zheng Yuantian's true self sprinted away, spewing fierce words of determination, but ultimately fleeing.

If it weren't for the golden scroll shadowing him every step of the way, people wouldn't have noticed his escape. Zheng Yuantian felt deeply unsettled; he sensed impending danger today. So, filled with murderous intent, he let out a roar... and then turned and ran.

He sensed this place had become a vortex of death, a ground where peril lurked, possibly to entomb him. He trusted his instincts.

Today was too sinister; two treasures appeared consecutively on his turf. As a supreme being with keen perception, he felt an unfathomable connection to them.

Despite his swift escape, people still attempted to intercept him, knowing he was gravely wounded and on the brink of death. Opportunities like this were rare.Folloow current novÊls on nov/3lb((in).(co/m)

Like a predator smelling blood in the water, the underwater behemoth seized the chance, determined not to let it slip. Zheng Yuantian's essence, blood, and bones were all prime materials, capable of refining a substitute body. It was akin to his endeavor to cultivate the ancient demon emperor's physique.

The sky turned blood-red as Zheng, the peerless one, was pulverized by assailants. With a wretched scream, his primordial spirit and the essence of his blood fragmented into thousands of pieces, dispersing into the ground and scattering far and wide.

Undoubtedly, his loss was immense. The remnants of the demon emperor's essence and his true blood were seized, along with the tearing of his own foundation.

As Zheng Yuantian fled, he left behind a significant portion of his vital blood, but his fragmented form fled, causing his cultivation to plummet from the realm of the peerless.

This led to even more dire consequences. As the golden scroll descended to crush him, he could barely resist. Moreover, other peerless powerhouses aimed to eliminate him directly.

The fragmented shards of his soul dispersed once again, carrying the essence of his true blood, which was then collected into a purple gourd harvested from the Mount Buzhou.

"Stop! Anyone who seeks to kill Zheng Yuantian is my enemy. I owe him a debt, and today I must ensure his safety!" Heng Jun shouted, thousands of miles away. He waved his feathered banner, releasing a hazy radiance that halted the golden scroll and repelled three mysterious experts.

"Infinite sky, infinite earth, infinite dharma, by my name Heng Jun..." Heng Jun chanted, invoking an ancient spell. A burst of light enveloped the reappearing Zheng Yuantian, shielding him from disaster.

"Friend Zheng, endure this day, for the sea is vast and allows for boundless leaps," Heng Jun spoke.

...

This was what Wang Xuan witnessed and heard as he passed through a small town. He saw the young man holding his still-underage sister, his face filled with despair.

In fact, this wasn't an isolated case but rather too common. The immortal realm was currently in turmoil, and not all supernaturals could enter the mortal realm.

Those who could purchase departure slots and find ways to enter the mortal world were already considered powerful supernatural families.

"We'll go through the veil ourselves when the immortal realm is about to extinguish. We'll fight to the death for our achievements in the mortal realm. If we die, we'll perish with the immortal realm." someone said.

Wang Xuan couldn't find peace in his heart. The immortal realm, contrary to people's idealized images, was now like the end of the world, filled with mourning and desolation everywhere.

He saw couples embracing and crying bitterly, one side being able to enter the mortal realm while the other couldn't qualify, unable to purchase the escape "slots."

Wang Xuan shook his head vigorously. He could save some people, but he couldn't save this entire realm. If all those supernaturals were to enter the mortal realm, it simply couldn't bear the burden. Those sect leaders weren't heartless but rather unable to take everyone with them; the mortal realm couldn't accommodate them all.

A young couple, destined to part, looked at each other tearfully, feeling helpless and desolate.

"You go to the mortal realm and live well..." the woman choked up before she could finish her sentence.

"I won't go. I'll stay here with you and go nowhere!" the man gritted his teeth, wiping away his tears, determined to stay within the veil.

The woman was both moved and saddened, stopping him and saying, "Don't be foolish. Your family has finally fought for a slot for you."

"Give it to my brother. I'll stay with you!"

Wang Xuan felt powerless to save this vast world. How would it evolve? Was it really going to bury all beings? How many lives would be lost? Just thinking about it weighed heavily on his heart, rendering him speechless.

Although the immortal beings sighed and lamented that they were born in the wrong era, that myths were dying, and there was no way forward, they still had the opportunity to enter the mortal realm and live as ordinary people.

But for many lower-tier supernaturals, they were destined to perish along with the immortal realm, without even the chance to survive. They were the ones to be pitied.

"I've always worried that the arrival of mythical figures in the mortal realm would bring endless bloodshed and unimaginable misery to ordinary people. But now, it seems that those terrible things haven't happened. All supernaturals have been restrained." Wang Xuan felt somewhat oppressed. In the end, were the most bitter, helpless, and desolate ones the supernaturals?

Soon, many people would no longer be able to survive, without any chance left.

The supernaturals who entered the mortal realm, when the day came that their supernatural abilities disappeared, their eidetic memory faded, and their various talents were worn down, would they become disadvantaged groups?

And when he thought about the day when those super warships in deep space would return, his emotions fluctuated. He took a deep breath and left the small town.

In the past, he worried about ordinary people being trampled by mythical figures and treated as blood sacrifices. In fact, there were indeed descendants of demonic lineage wreaking havoc in the New Stars, so he vehemently opposed them.

Now, he worried about the supernaturals who would lose everything in the future. Would there come a day when he would have to stand up and defend those former supernaturals?

Overall, he sympathized with the weak and didn't want any special class to oppress and trample on the lower class.

"I don't know what the future holds. Correcting the present will bring endless joys and sorrows, far more cruel than I can imagine." He could only take one step at a time.

Now, he needed to act. He had to kill Zheng Yuan, from whichever angle he looked at it, this man was a disaster, and there was no need to let him live.