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Chapter 1697 - 1023: We Have Fought Before_2

Chapter 1697: Chapter 1023: We Have Fought Before_2

The ten Great Mysterious Ancestors were incredibly apprehensive, bewildered by how someone could truly advance so far, even surpassing those fused with Primordial Material.

Despite their apprehension, the other Great Mysterious Ancestors did not hesitate to take action.

As long as they remained within this great realm, they couldn’t become invincible. Relying on the Ancestral Land, their opponent could not outlast them.

This was a natural advantage bestowed upon them by the True Ancestor.

"Arrogance!"

A Phantom Primordial Ancestor let out a cold snort, gripping a blood-red long knife tightly.

With a step forward, the void shattered, the blade flashed blood-red, cleaving down swiftly. In an instant, the Milky Way was torn apart, heading straight to eliminate Jiang Hui, aiming to annihilate everything of the latter.

Scarlet, boundless paths seemed like a red haze enveloping the sky, covering everything. At this moment, in the Great Thousand World, in the eyes of all living beings, there was only this blood glow, as if a deluge of sea water overturning.

"Chit!"

With one stroke, the heavens and earth split, the Great Taoist cracked open, everything moved towards destruction.

Jiang Hui’s figure did not move an inch, directly facing the blood-red blade glow descending from the heavens.

Just then, a soft, ethereal sound of metal clashing burst forth suddenly.

The Tyrant Knife.

The Imperial Soldier in Jiang Hui’s hand was his only weapon.

It had been imbued with the essence of countless ages, having undergone a sublime transformation once more.

During its dormant period, Jiang Hui personally crafted several Imperial Soldiers, and later, several more emerged from the dragon egg. Being the greatest master blacksmith in the world, the weapons he created were kept within his Sea of Consciousness, distinct from ordinary Imperial Soldiers.

All were eventually nourished in the Tyrant Knife.

Far beyond its state before the dark turmoil, it was incomparable.

The blade glinted like lightning, its cold brilliance tearing through the void, as if all the killing intent in the world were condensed in this instant.

Where the blade passed, the void collapsed, time seemed to halt, with only the fierce blade light descending with unstoppable might.

"Hiss—"

With a light sound, the blade divided the blood-red blade glow in two, continuing unstopped.

The overwhelming edge was unstoppable. Heaven and earth trembled with its ultimate domineering force, anything daring to stand before the edge of the Tyrant Knife would be instantly obliterated.

A crisp sound of "puchi" echoed.

The next moment.

The head of the Phantom Primordial Ancestor fell accordingly.

The head rolled in the air, eyes initially blank, followed by a surge of indescribable disbelief.

In the heavens and earth, there was only silence. The unparalleled blade light vanquished all evil; the Tyrant Knife, thin as a cicada’s wing and barely visible, chilled the hearts of the Phantom Primordial Ancestors.

They could sense the invisible, formless blade light, its sharp edge could easily tear their flesh and blood.

"Puff!"

The blood-red figure spewed blood, flying backward, losing its head, while the long knife in its hand also shattered inch by inch, the whole body plummeting like a kite with a broken string.

In the golden light, the figure stood in the void, eyes like lightning, scanning all directions, none dared meet his gaze.

Jiang Hui’s presence was as vast as the abyss, like the sole ruler of heaven and earth, unparalleled under the heavens!

Yet, despite the Tyrant Knife, there was a hint of desolation.

Human strength has its limits, human strength sometimes wanes.

A majestic figure, like an era about to conclude.

Gu Chen, Shi Hao, Ye Fan, and others were solemn, their eyes red, unable to hold back tears.

Though there were ten Phantom Primordial Ancestors, relying on the mysterious ominous Ancestral Land, they had infinite chances of error, could endlessly resurrect. Even if Senior Jiang’s divine might was unparalleled, dominating an era, what of it?

Within the same realm, power has limits, not infinite. Even Senior Jiang will eventually be worn out and die.

The curtain flows, time like the tide, eras shift, beneath the immortal years, graves turn to dust everywhere. Under the unsolvable mechanism, even an omnipotent god would see dusk descend.

At this moment.

They seemed to already see Jiang Hui covered in blood, fighting in this epoch.

A mighty body, though immortal, ultimately staggered step by step, falling into the abyss.

This scene was not imagined by everyone.

At their level, no matter what kind of imagination, they could instantly self-control, never losing mind control. The image conjured in their minds was a feeling of foresight into the future, a predictive extrapolation of sorts.

Everyone felt it, an indescribable sorrow surged in their hearts, a sharp pang at the nose.

From the barren Lower Realm to the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, from Nine Heavens and Ten Earths to the Immortal Domain, then from the Immortal Domain to these Ten Thousand Realms, the adult always burdened the journey forward for them, carrying their path on his mighty and broad shoulders, creating ample time for them with indomitable will, allowing them to reach the realm of Immortal Emperor.

Yet now, with the adult in peril, they couldn’t provide substantial help, even finding themselves in an absolute crisis.

Powerless!

An unprecedented sense of powerlessness surged forth.

Shi Hao clenched his fist, swung it, but found the fist’s edge still not sharp enough.

"No, that’s not the ending I want, Senior Liu. You must leave, don’t concern yourself with us anymore. As long as you are still here, there’s hope for the future, the heavens will never annihilate!"

Shi Hao’s eyes were bloodshot. He fought his way to this moment, overcoming unimaginable hardships. Born with the Supreme Bone taken, it was a destined death, yet he persisted, became the War God, slew the Immortal King, and suppressed the Phantom Immortal Emperor.

Years flowed into ages, some old friends had long passed, yet the present was neither dark nor hopeless, for Senior Jiang was still here.

Ever since Shi Yun Feng aged, Emperor Huang Tian had shed no more tears, yet now his tears fell like rain, his voice choking.

In this life, not many seniors commanded his respect.

Senior Jiang was undoubtedly the foremost, even surpassing Meng Tian Zheng.

What fear is there in life, what dread in death!

Life will come to an end sooner or later.

He did not wish to see Senior Jiang perish here for them.

The ten Great Mysterious Ancestors, backed by the Ancestral Land, were essentially indestructible. Though Senior Jiang held the upper hand now, it was impossible to sustain for long.

Not only was Emperor Huang Tian grieving, but Gu Chen, the Ten Crown King, the Banished Immortal, Tu Wa Zi, Stone Toughness, and others felt the same.

They were all Jiang Hui’s proud disciples, more deeply interconnected, able to sense that despair.

Little Black wailed, its vast body spanning the void, gravely wounded in the clash with the Phantom Immortal Emperor, bleeding endlessly, though nothing compared to the turmoil within its heart.

When it was but a small snake, it was the adult who took it in, granting it not only a Supreme Technique but also unimaginable heavenly treasures that allowed it to reach its current height, surpassing the limits of its bloodline.

Moreover, even the other half was found for it by the adult, without whose love, it might never have met its life’s true love.

Little Black felt sorrowful, a deep sadness within.

The Great Mysterious Ancestors who had died in battle were returning, no longer acting alone but fully interconnected.

Jiang Hui stood tall like a mighty peak, his spine straight, unbending, as he looked at everyone, "You and I have fought before, do not regret, nor grieve. In all I do, I have no regrets. Rest assured, as the great waves wash away, none shall take my head!"

His voice brimmed with heroic spirit, shaking the universe, open and boundless, inspiring all.

Amidst the universe, the cold wind howled, desolate and lonely, blowing Jiang Hui’s unbound hair across his forehead, making the armor, no longer pristine against dust, flutter violently.

Though life may wane at last, it shall gloriously end, attracting the world’s attention.

At this moment, Jiang Hui’s heart was calm.

No waves disturbed it.

In his eyes, only the ten Great Mysterious Ancestors remained, dominating all directions.

He was unsure if the Red-Haired Monster was concealing itself and watching all this.

But that no longer mattered.

Because he had no choice.

Should he not strike, the Red-Haired Monster would ultimately fully awaken, and by then, he would have even less hope of victory.

Even if he were to fail now, this would be the outcome after giving it his all.

"All together, he only has one strike’s worth of strength."

The Mysterious Ancestors exchanged glances, communicating secretly.

In the universe, the opposing sides faced off, entering a brief silence.

The world was solemnly lethal.

A vast desolation.

"Kill!"

No retreat was possible.

Only carving a path of survival for oneself.

Jiang Hui’s gaze was steadfast and unyielding, like red aurora, taking the initiative to attack the ten Great Mysterious Ancestors.

A collision as splendid as can be, the world quaking in chaos.

"Pfft!"

The starry sky extinguished.

Jiang Hui was spitting blood.

Though invincible and possessing an unimaginable mighty force, peerless within the same realm, he could not withstand the fully elevated ten Great Mysterious Ancestors.

At that moment, in an indistinct blur, the ten Great Mysterious Ancestors seemingly merged into one...