Chapter 1309: Holy Land Descends

Chapter 1309: The Descent of the Sacred Lands

South Phoenix Continent, deep within the Phoenix Forbidden Grounds.

With a shriek echoing through heaven and earth, the South Phoenix soared forth, wings outstretched against the firmament, stirring celestial gales.

Its colossal form, radiating crushing pressure, sped toward the Seven Blood Pupils’ port.

Swiftly arriving, it circled above the Seven Blood Pupils.

Upon the South Phoenix’s back, Xu Qing’s second senior sister stood, her face etched with anxiety as she gazed toward her master’s seclusion chamber within the sect.

“The master has yet to emerge…”

These years, her heart had grown increasingly restless.

Huang Yan, witnessing this each time, was filled with concern.

Now he transmitted calming words.

But the second senior sister shook her head bitterly.

“How can I not be anxious… The first senior brother vanished, sending word before he left that he’d gone to the ancient Huangtian Lands; since then, no trace remains.”

“The second senior brother journeyed to Ghost Emperor Mountain years ago; his presence lingers, yet he cannot be awakened…”

“The youngest junior brother has disappeared entirely, his whereabouts unknown, his life now hanging by a thread…”

“Of the Seven Blood Pupils’ Seventh Peak, only I remain. Yet the sacred lands’ cataclysm approaches, and the master… I sensed long ago a resolve to die within her heart.”

Huang Yan fell silent. After a moment, he opened his mouth to speak, but instantly, his expression shifted dramatically; he snapped his head upward.

The firmament convulsed!

…

A thunderous sound, shattering the heavens and echoing across the entire Wanggu Continent, became an eternal roar. It exploded from the sky, a tidal wave of force crashing down upon Wanggu, reducing all to ruin!

The heavens shattered.

At this moment, all who looked up at the sky, no matter their domain, saw countless purplish-black lightning bolts spiderwebbing rapidly across the heavens!

Where they passed, the void tore asunder!

Each fissure oozed viscous, turbid blood, raining down upon the mortal world.

Simultaneously, sharp snapping sounds pierced through the clouds, following the earth-shattering roar that had stunned the entire Wanggu Continent.

This sound tolled the death knell within the hearts of Wanggu’s myriad races!

The sword-light curtain that had shielded Wanggu for twenty-seven years now collapsed, fragmenting into billions of burning wisps of wind plummeting to earth.

This wind possessed weight, and carried the sacred lands’ power from beyond the sky.

That power was not that of a Sovereign, but of a Quasi-Immortal!

And not merely Quasi-Immortal, but one at its absolute peak.

More terrifying still, this force contained a trace of the Statute’s might!

Though slight, and incomparable to the Statute held within the Sword-Emperor’s prime sword-light, now… the Sword-Emperor had long perished, his sword-light utterly decayed.

Thus, for Wanggu, the mere hint of Statute within this extraterrestrial force was enough to shake all!

This Statute was Stone!

Therefore, empowered by this Statute, the shattered sword-light fell like countless flaming meteors, transforming heaven and earth utterly.

The earth roared, pockmarked and scarred, like cloth torn by a giant.

The earth ruptured!

Sealed Sea Prefecture saw swathes of land sink, mountain ranges fracture.

South Phoenix Continent’s Phoenix Forbidden Grounds burned, flames licking the heavens, turning the sky at one hundred thousand zhang crimson glass.

From the direction of the Forbidden Sea came the lament of deep-sea titans.

Frozen seawater instantly shattered, then boiled away, revealing ancient altars unseen for millennia upon the seabed. Prayers inlaid with coral, pearls, or bones melted, turning into toxic foam that corroded fleeing sea clans.

Those too slow were swept by the extraterrestrial force, dissolving into ash.

The Moon Worship Grand Domain also convulsed in shock.

So too did the human imperial capital.

Within and without the capital, the city twisted like melting wax. The entire metropolis steamed with smoke; every building oozed foul black water from its cracks.

Had this been all, it might have sufficed. But the next instant, as a calm voice echoed from beyond the sky… a greater horror descended.

“Some Heavenly Ways should not exist!”

At these words, the Wanggu heavens revealed countless Heavenly Ways.

They wailed, raged, plummeted…

These Heavenly Ways, once refined by Wanggu’s first generation of cultivators to protect the realm, now crashed toward the earth trailing fiery tails.

Except for the most primordial few, all other ranks were being stripped away relentlessly!

These Heavenly Ways took diverse forms—dragon spirits, human heroes, alien bodies—but all instantly mutated into monsters of rotting flesh.

As they fell, they rained putrid blood, corroding the earth in all directions into honeycombs.

Among them was a colossal infant, his body rotting, crying out incoherently as his form uncontrollably plunged toward Sealed Sea Prefecture.

The cataclysm had arrived.

Heaven and earth were tearing themselves apart, while all living things were but dust clinging to the skin.

The natural barriers that once divided the races’ territories became cracks of the apocalypse.

Winds from beyond the sky poured through the shattered firmament, carrying the savage breath of primordial chaos, yet colder, heavier than ever before, as if urging all living things to swiftly inscribe their epitaphs.

Above the shattered sky, amidst churning chaos, the sacred lands slowly emerged.

Within them, figures could be seen, coldly observing this continent soon to return to silence.

The myriad races felt their hearts seize beneath that gaze.

Just as they had twenty-seven years ago!

And at this critical moment, as the cataclysm descended, a stirring horn blast rang out from the human imperial capital.

Twenty-seven years of preparation erupted in that horn’s call!

Within Sealed Sea Prefecture, arrays formed by cultivators flared, manifesting as towering phantoms rising into the sky.

Upon the Moon Worship Continent, the Reverse Moon Hall spun; countless Reverse Moon cultivators surged forth.

Leading them was Old Nine, with the Crown Prince and others unleashing their powers beside him.

The myriad races did the same.

Within the Bone Clan, bone soldier legions stood arrayed; millions of skeletal warriors gripped rusted bone blades, soul-fires flickering erratically in their eye sockets.

Their clan leader stood at the forefront, tracing the crack between his ribs. He suddenly laughed, the sound like clattering bones, wild and grim.

“Our clan’s tribute… shall be our own bones.”

……

Within the Tianjie Clan, deep in the central hive, the Matriarch’s tendrils slowly coiled around her own skull.

The outcome she yearned for, like the final glimmer of light, could not pierce the darkness of her nest. So she chose surrender.

Bracing for the death soon to come, yet the bitterness in her heart—

jolted her head upward, toward the heavens, unleashing a cry.

Beneath that cry, every hive exploded, swarms of her kin surging skyward.

……

And the Turing Clan—their totem fallen, their cataclysm arrived—yet their chieftain grinned.

He raised his shattered scepter, howling madness at the sky. Though his voice lacked its former grandeur, holding only endless desolation and despair, it also held… defiance!

……

All clans stood thus!

When death is certain, even the most timid race ignites with blood-forged resolve.

For in the death-struggle, if you drag a few foes down with you, at least you feel—

even in death, it was worth it!

And humanity’s resolve burned brightest of all!

Now, within the Imperial Capital, the Empress of Lixia’s decree echoed as the city roared.

The domain-wide formation blazed to life, its light racing to link with other realms’ arrays. Simultaneously, domain treasures soared from every clan!

Behold the ancient vessel, vast as a province, radiating apocalyptic force, shaking heaven and earth.

Behold the simple, ancient bronze sword, shattering void with its cry as it pierced the sky.

Behold the unknown relic of splintered wood, morphing into a colossal tree, weaving a canopy across the heavens.

Every domain treasure erupted.

Humanity was no exception.

Countless Dawn Suns, radiant with brilliance, flew toward the celestial veil.

To fight unto death!

From afar, countless cultivators, endless formations, myriad domain treasures converged into a torrent, crashing against the sanctum above the veil!

Yet at that moment, a hoarse voice drifted from the sanctum above the veil.

“Yiyanzi.”

As the voice sounded, a figure stepped forth from among the sanctums.

The very quasi-immortal who had bolstered the sword-wind!

Not human, but of the Rock Clan, his body like a mountain. With one stride, he crossed the void, appearing beneath the veil, before all sanctums.

Standing in the abyss, he gazed calmly at the earth, raising his stony hand.

Pressing downward!

The instant his palm fell, the pinnacle power of a quasi-immortal erupted from him, twisting heaven and earth, reversing winds and clouds.

A pressure terrifying to Wanggu’s ancients descended.

Beneath it, even the Empress trembled, her form barely steady.

If she faltered thus, lesser cultivators stood no chance.

Even deities across realms sensed this shift, their expressions grave.

Pinnacle quasi-immortal—like pinnacle Divine Platform—

was unresistable to Wanggu’s current clans!

Thus, as the palm fell, all domain treasures lost their power, visibly turning to stone.

The land’s formation lights were instantly smothered, then… extinguished.

Cultivators from every clan felt their inner power churn, stripped of all defense.

The Canon meant crushing superiority, even if he grasped but a sliver.

Yet fused with his might, he was Wanggu’s legend.

Among sanctum quasi-immortals, Yiyanzi stood alone.

The sole pinnacle quasi-immortal.

His strike drowned every clan in despair, flooding their souls.

“Fragile.”

In midair, Yiyanzi shook his head.

Now, wind stirred, carrying what seemed the sigh of the Sword-Bearing Emperor long ago.

Sighing for Wanggu’s frailty.

Sighing for fate’s cruel indifference.

Sighing most for the helplessness that rose within him as death claimed him then.

To Wanggu, the sanctum… was unresistable!