Demon Slaying, Gaining 60 Years of Cultivation From the Start-Chapter 1658 - 448: Transcend Everything Above_2

"What exactly is happening?!"

The Summer Emperor and his companions saw their side suffering heavy losses in the blink of an eye. Each of their hair came undone; their eyes turned bloodshot with fury.

"All of this should end now. The Primordial Ancestor has achieved Yin-Yang fusion and is about to transcend. Victory belongs to us!" Feather Emperor roared, his energy soaring to the heavens. His power had more than doubled compared to before.

"Roar!"

At the same time, the fourteen Demon Emperors and the legions of billions of Netherworld Sky Demons let out a thunderous roar, their demonic energy piercing straight into the heavens as though aiming to devour everything.

"How could this be?!"

Bi Yu and the forces of the Eternal Imperial Court turned pale, for they too had sensed an ominous change. Across all realms of existence, immense demonic energy was being born, spreading to every corner of this cosmos and corroding it.

Furthermore, the rules of the Dao that they once controlled were being rapidly replaced by the Netherworld’s laws.

This phenomenon caused the cultivation levels of Bi Yu and his side to diminish continuously, while their enemies grew stronger and stronger. In an instant, the disparity became all too clear.

The situation immediately devolved into the worst-case scenario for the Eternal Imperial Court. Defeat and annihilation were imminent!

"Has the Primordial Ancestor of the Netherworld already fused with the origin of all worlds?!" Though despair clung to them, Bi Yu and the others—beings of the supreme realm—quickly deduced the cause of this dreadful reversal.

At the same time, the great battle raging across the 3,600 regions of the Upper Realm also began to tilt drastically in favor of their enemies.

Swarms of fiends, monsters, and ghosts appeared, joining the fray and outright overturning the balance of the battlefield in an instant.

"Ah..."

"No!"

Within the span of a breath, more than billions of cultivators perished tragically. The entire Upper Realm was suddenly a scene of rivers of blood and floating corpses!

"Are we to lose again?"

An elder cultivator, witnessing the scene, trembled uncontrollably. Blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his old and clouded eyes turned blood-red with anguish.

"Even in death, I’ll tear a piece off you specters and fiends!" he howled before charging forward, taking several evil beings down with him in a heroic sacrifice.

"What do we do? What should we do?!"

In the outer regions, Bi Yu and the other supreme beings also detected the anomaly occurring in the Upper Realm. A sense of panic and urgency began to rise in their hearts.

If things continued this way, the changes in the cosmic environment alone would destroy countless lives and cultivators who couldn’t withstand the shifting rules, even without the Netherworld creatures taking action.

"I’ve said it before—our kind is destined to triumph. This time, we shall consume everything across all worlds. Your fate will be far more wretched than thirty thousand years ago!" Feather Emperor declared coldly, his tone as cutting as a blade.

The words struck hard, causing the supreme beings of the Eternal Imperial Court to tremble. Anxiety gripped them to their core.

Not only was the Upper Realm collapsing—right here and now, countless cultivators were being massacred.

The Netherworld side’s strength was increasing too quickly, while their own was being depleted continuously.

"Have faith in the Lord of the Imperial Court! As long as we endure, we can prevail!" Bi Yu shouted, leading the survivors in yet another charge.

"Fools dreaming of the past! Do you still think this is thirty thousand years ago? Do you still believe you stand a chance?" Feather Emperor sneered. His palm struck out, unleashing tens of thousands of strands of demonic energy, sending Bi Yu flying once more, blood pouring from his mouth.

In that moment, the morale and combat power of the Eternal Imperial Court’s side plummeted to its lowest.

"Still no good... Are we truly going to lose?"

At this moment, sorrow filled the eyes of all.

Meanwhile, beyond the heavens.

Sensing the chaos and mounting deaths across all realms, Gu Chen’s heart burned with anxiety. He unleashed a flurry of powerful attacks, determined to swiftly deal with the Primordial Ancestor of the Netherworld.

Yet it was futile!

By this point, the enemy could withstand his strikes unflinchingly. Even if injured, those wounds would heal in the blink of an eye.

"So this is what Yin-Yang unity feels like. How exquisite... I have become the sole existence within this vast universe." The Primordial Ancestor of the Netherworld narrowed his eyes in pleasure, an expression of boundless enjoyment spreading across his face.

Then, reopening his eyes, he fixed an icy gaze on Gu Chen and said, "It’s my turn to retaliate."

The next instant, with a deafening crash, the celestial battleground shattered entirely. A beam of black light shot forth, capable of swallowing thousands upon thousands of universes.

Not only that—Gu Chen could feel the whole cosmos converging to suppress him, as if aiming to erase him completely.

"Can you feel it? This is Yin-Yang unity—my will as the Primordial Ancestor. In just a single thought, I can achieve anything!" The Primordial Ancestor of the Netherworld laughed wildly and launched a relentless assault on Gu Chen.

Gu Chen grew even more desperate. Even if the Primordial Ancestor could not annihilate him outright despite achieving Yin-Yang unity, he knew others in the myriad worlds wouldn’t be able to withstand it!

At this moment, the laws of the cosmos were changing rapidly under the Ancestor’s manipulation. Given enough time, he could obliterate everyone else but Gu Chen with just a thought.

This was the power of Yin-Yang unity—the terrifying strength of the Primordial Ancestor of the Netherworld!

Just as he had claimed, he had become the sole entity in this grand cosmos.

"Gu Chen, you’ve already lost. Thirty thousand years ago, and now again, your fate will be even more tragic this time!" The Primordial Ancestor spoke with chilling confidence, combining his attacks with the universe’s very source to further suppress Gu Chen.

Thud!

Eventually, under the mounting pressure, Gu Chen faltered. Losing his composure, he was struck by the Ancestor’s attack, his body torn and bleeding as he was sent hurtling away.

Seeing this, the Primordial Ancestor’s eyes gleamed with excitement. He prepared to press his advantage for the kill.

Gu Chen’s broken body floated in the desolate void of the cosmos. He could hear the screams of slaughter and the wailing of the countless lives and cultivators from the Upper Realm and the Eternal Imperial Court’s side.

The greatest tragedy in existence was playing out, scene after devastating scene.

Clenching his eyes shut in agony, Gu Chen was filled with bitterness. He couldn’t stand it—he had sworn he wouldn’t lose, that he would protect everything!

The Primordial Ancestor sneered and said, "You care deeply about your second uncle and aunt, as well as your little sister? Excellent. Soon, I shall capture them before your very eyes and utterly annihilate their forms and souls!"

Hearing this, Gu Chen’s eyes snapped open, burning with blood red fury. His gaze sharpened with murderous intent so fierce he wished to tear the Ancestor apart alive.

"Yes! That’s it! That’s the look I enjoy seeing—the helplessness amidst fury, the struggle against fate even though you know it’s futile. Hahaha, it’s simply sublime!" The Primordial Ancestor laughed maniacally, shedding his earlier reserved demeanor.

In this instant, consumed by extreme rage, Gu Chen suddenly attained clarity. He gave up all resistance and allowed the Primordial Ancestor’s attacks to rain upon him, blood blooming like flowers.

"Giving up already? Is that it? Not even going to try a little longer?"

The mocking voice of the Primordial Ancestor lingered, grating on the ears like infernal melodies. Yet Gu Chen remained utterly indifferent. Soon, he couldn’t even hear those taunts anymore.

"My Dao, my path—it hasn’t reached its end. My transcendence remains unfinished. I must take the final step!"

In the midst of utter despair, an epiphany arose within Gu Chen’s heart.

Twelve thousand years ago, he had renounced the origins of all worlds, sacrificed his own body, and was reborn amid destruction. He carved a path unique to himself and forged his Dao.

He had believed then that he could end everything, but he hadn’t expected it to be insufficient—he had left an opening for the Primordial Ancestor to seize, allowing him to merge with the Yin-Yang source and bring events to this dire juncture.

But as Gu Chen thought to himself—this was not the end. Everything was far from finished!

He would reach true transcendence, surpassing everything!

"But how do I take that final step?"

Gu Chen turned his gaze inward, ignoring the outside world entirely. He began to observe the intricate patterns and mysteries of the rules within himself and his origin.

By all accounts, he should have already reached the pinnacle with no further path forward. Yet somehow, Gu Chen felt an undeniable sense that he hadn’t touched the true limit.

"Yes... That must be it. Only this way, only by doing this, can I achieve true transcendence. My path has only been half-fulfilled!"

In an instant, a spark of brilliance ignited within Gu Chen’s mind. He now understood what had to be done.

"I must sacrifice my path, my Dao—I must bury everything about myself. Only through such total renunciation can I achieve ultimate transcendence, ultimate freedom!"

Endless streams of enlightenment and realization converged in Gu Chen’s heart like cascading rivers, finally merging into one.

With a deafening boom, Gu Chen’s body outside was suddenly engulfed by unquenchable flames—flames of the Dao. He was sacrificing himself!

Even the Primordial Ancestor faltered in alarm, for the flames were so terrifying that he dared not come near. He instantly retreated to a great distance.

"Has he gone mad? Is this demonic deviation, or is he willingly seeking death by offering himself to the Dao?" The Primordial Ancestor fixed his gaze upon Gu Chen, his brows furrowing deeply.

To sacrifice everything—to offer up oneself to annihilation—was undeniably a path to utter destruction by all logical standards.

Gu Chen’s cultivation, his Dao marks, everything about him was fading. Even his physical form had become translucent, on the verge of vanishing completely from existence, leaving nothing behind.

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