Chapter 305

Chapter 305: Multitudes of Immortals Descend to the Mortal Realm

Swoosh!

A beam of moonlight shot from the Purple Star Heavenly Court, streaking towards the scars of the heavens.

The vast Immortal Realm, because of the scars of the heavens, was already fragmented. All things had withered and decayed, shrouded in an aura of decline, as if it were an old man at The End of His Days, utterly devoid of vitality.

The Moon Goddess stepped into the scars of the heavens.

In an instant, the power of the Path of Oblivion surged towards her, threatening to consume her.

She flicked her sleeves; the motion of her hand dispersed the Path of Oblivion.

Though the scars of the heavens were strange and sinister, they were still incapable of destroying an Innate Divine Being of Immortal Venerable level.

Sheathed in pure moonlight, the Moon Goddess resembled a celestial maiden from the lunar palace, divinely majestic.

"The Oblivion Calamity…" the Moon Goddess murmured.

The scars of the heavens were saturated with the Path of Oblivion. It closely resembled the Oblivion Calamity, and under its relentless erosion, it was only natural for the Immortal Realm to rapidly collapse.

However, this was merely an artificially created Oblivion Calamity, its purpose to topple the Immortal Realm and plunge the world into chaos. It was far inferior to the true Oblivion Calamity born of Heaven and Earth.

That was the genuine cataclysm.

All living beings, even the Innate Divine Beings, would be unable to escape it.

The Moon Goddess did not linger to explore the scars of the heavens. Her goal was to descend to the mortal realm to kill Lin Qianmo. The secrets of the scars of the heavens held no importance to her.

After all, this calamity was intended for the lower realm. She was an innate god, elevated far above such concerns. Even if the Immortal Realm collapsed, it could not implicate her.

Several days later, the Moon Goddess traversed the scars of the heavens.

After tens of millions of years, she returned to the mortal realm once again.

"Daoist friend Moon Goddess, you have overstepped your bounds."

Suddenly, a voice sounded in the Moon Goddess’s mind. An old man emerged from within the scars of the heavens. Though his eyes held a trace of weariness, his expression remained benevolent. It was none other than the human ancestor.

"Overstepped?" The Moon Goddess snorted coldly. "Preposterous."

"The Purple Palace rules over all realms. Where in this vast world is not imperial territory? Our Self is simply touring Our own domain. How could that possibly be considered overstepping?"

She stared at the human ancestor, laughing scornfully. "You are merely the first being Empress Nuwa fashioned from clay. By seniority, you should address Our Self as ‘Elder’. With what justification do you presume to call me your peer?"

Nuwa was also an Innate Divine Being, existing in the same era as the Moon Goddess. Strictly speaking, the Moon Goddess was not wrong.

The human ancestor smiled, not engaging her in a debate. He chuckled lightly. "It seems Daoist friend has forgotten the incident twelve million years ago when you nearly perished."

"Very well. It has been a long time since this old one moved these ancient bones. By subduing you today, I will also make an example for others."

With these words, and without the human ancestor performing any visible action, all magical power within the Moon Goddess was instantly frozen. The human ancestor advanced as casually as walking through a tranquil garden. Time rapidly reversed. In an instant, he returned to a time before Heaven and Earth had parted. A full moon hung in the sky; the Ultimate Yin Dao had not yet fully condensed.

Within the moon, an immortal embryo was gestating, drawing upon the essence of the Ultimate Yin Dao to grow.

He had returned to the past to utterly annihilate the Moon Goddess at her origin.

An intense, cold fear rose within the Moon Goddess’s heart.

The human ancestor possessed formidable strength—he was the creator of cultivation systems. But she hadn’t realized the depth of his power, that it could render her utterly incapable of resistance.

This messy old man had actually stepped into the realm of the Immortal Emperor with the Three Yuan Proof.

"You hid it deep," the Moon Goddess gritted her silver teeth.

If the Human Ancestor erased her from the past, she would vanish completely from the world, and her dao sanctuary would dissipate along with her.

"It’s you who is foolish."

The Human Ancestor spoke indifferently, raising his hand for a casual swipe to erase both the full moon and the immortal embryo from existence.

Kaboom!

A thunderclap exploded in the heavens. A bolt of lightning, like a streak of blazing sword aura, descended. It cleaved directly into the River of Time. The power of the Heavenly Dao erupted, forcing the Human Ancestor to retreat from the currents of time.

"Human Ancestor, you have overstepped."

A cold voice echoed from the sky. It was Emperor Yang.

"Ah, Daoist friend Emperor Yang."

The Human Ancestor chuckled amiably, showing not a trace of surprise.

Emperor Yang, bearing the Heavenly Dao’s will, monitored the cosmos. Few things under heaven escaped his notice.

At that moment, countless eyes turned their gaze toward this place.

Emperor Yang and the Human Ancestor were two of the most powerful existences in all realms, giants who had reached the ultimate stage. Their every movement drew observation.

"Moon, return."

Emperor Yang’s voice spoke again.

The Moon Goddess’s face darkened.

With the Human Ancestor present, she could never hope to cross the scars of the heavens and descend to the lower realm—unless Emperor Yang was willing to intervene. Yet the Human Ancestor’s power was formidable; even Emperor Yang did not wish to sever ties with him completely.

"Teaching a disciple killed the master."

A beam of immortal light enveloped the Moon Goddess as Emperor Yang stated coldly, "Human Ancestor, you have an exceptional disciple."

The aura of the Dao of heaven vanished along with the Moon Goddess.

As the two departed, the hidden gazes watching the scene also receded.

The Human Ancestor’s smile gradually faded, replaced by a look of creeping gravity.

After a few breaths, he exhaled a long sigh and returned to his work.

His time was running short.

Crack!

Suddenly, an aberrant sound came from the scars of the heavens.

The Path of Oblivion ran rampant, its terrifying power erupting abruptly. The scar in the heavens, like a great tearing wound, slowly began to rip further open. All realms trembled; earthquakes shook the worlds incessantly.

Whereas it had once been a mere fissure, it now resembled a vast chasm.

All living things trembled in terror.

The Human Ancestor’s expression was grave.

He lifted his head, gazing skyward. The scar continued to widen. The more it tore, the worse the Immortal Realm fractured. One day, the Immortal Realm would splinter completely. When that day came, it would mean great calamity for all life.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Suddenly, streams of light rushed from the Immortal Realm into the scars of the heavens.

Those streams of light were true immortals, and among them was an Immortal King. Like meteors, they crossed the scars of the heavens and rushed into the lower realms.

Some true immortals also stayed in the scars of the heavens, exploring their secrets.

These true immortals and the Immortal King totaled hundreds, being just the first batch of scouts.

The environment of the Immortal Realm was no longer suitable for cultivation and living. They had to seek new paths, and their only retreat was to all realms.

The human ancestor wanted to channel his magic power to make a magical gesture, but his hand slowly lowered, his eyes complex.

Could he stop one batch of immortals descending? But how could he stop all the immortals from the Immortal Realm?

The Immortal Realm had decayed; they had to descend to the lower realms.

If he really took action to stop them, he would be going against the entire Immortal Realm.

This was not the human ancestor’s original intention.

What he needed to do was, a year and a half later, when the Immortal Realm collapsed, to do his utmost to save all realms and avoid this catastrophe.

He understood very well in his heart that that group of Innate Divine Beings, and even the Son of Heaven, had all discerned his purpose, and so did not attack him.

Saving all living beings, relying on the human ancestor alone, was nearly impossible.

Unless he was willing to sacrifice himself for the dao.

Once the human ancestor sacrificed himself for the dao, they would have one less formidable enemy.

Therefore, towards a human ancestor who would sooner or later die, no Innate Divine Being was willing to waste time on him.

"Who is that one?"

A true immortal who had descended noticed the human ancestor and said in surprise.

"Just a messy old man."

His companion sneered.

"We haven’t descended for over a million years; everything has likely changed beyond recognition."

"So what?"

"With our power, naturally we can dominate a realm and gather all the cultivation resources."

Voices of discussion arose one after another.

In their tones, there was the joy and relief of escaping a cage.

Hundreds of immortals flew towards different worlds.

No one cared about that lonely old man.