The Martial Ancestor's Might Shakes the Heavens

The Martial Ancestor of the Ninth Heaven revealed his might once more, overwhelming the ages. Slaying Ancestral God-level experts was as easy as snapping dry straw—a flick of the finger, a thought, and they fell.

Crack, crack, crack. The shattered divine souls of three Ancestral God-level powerhouses were seized by the Martial Ancestor, crushed between his palms into the purest soul force. Like three blazing divine flames, they swirled around him, brilliant and blinding.

Though their divine power had been refined into energy, the consciousness of the three Ancestral God-level beings was completely extracted and held tightly in his grasp, utterly suppressed.

Then the Martial Ancestor abruptly turned. His disheveled hair hid his features, but the divine light in his eyes pierced the soul. His gaze swept coldly over the several half-ancestors of the Otherworld and the eight kings of the Death World.

Without a word, he extended that great hand—a hand that even Ancestral Gods could not withstand. It swept across the heavens, seizing all ten-odd half-ancestors at once, imprisoning them before him.

The half-ancestors could not resist; they stood like clay effigies, pressed down by overwhelming battle-qi, unable to move a muscle.

"Have any of you seen something like this?" the Martial Ancestor asked, and in his palm appeared a crystalline bone fragment—the very Oracle Bone Diagram Xiao Chen had seen long ago.

The kings of the Death World knew something of it, but unfortunately none had ever possessed an Oracle Bone Diagram.

The Martial Ancestor directly extracted the memories of the White Bone Ancestral Lord, pondered for a moment, then pressed everyone onward, deeper into the Most Evil Land.

"It seems I must go to the deepest depths of the Death World," the Martial Ancestor said to himself. "But first, I will use the Eternal Light to fully resolve the problems with my body."

"Martial Ancestor!" the Martial Imprint called out from behind, transforming into a streak of clear light as it rushed forward. "Please let me follow at your side once more."

"You now possess a complete soul. You are no longer an Ancestral God weapon. You can walk your own unique path."

"But I wish to follow you!" The old trickster was serious for once, no longer the great deceiver.

The Martial Ancestor pointed a finger at the Martial Imprint. "In the past, you received only half of my combat techniques. Now I will pass on the complete martial path to you."

With a surge of radiance, he struck a beam of divine light into the Martial Imprint, granting him the full transmission of the Martial Ancestor's heritage.

Afterward, the Martial Ancestor continued to lead the prisoners toward the Eternal Light. He intended to resolve his body's issues first, then venture into the deepest reaches of the Death World.

Ahead, the Eternal Light blazed like a pillar connecting heaven and earth, the sole radiance beneath the firmament. Everyone stared at it—even the Dark-Iron Seal and the Golden Divine Halberd were stirred with excitement.

Behind them, Jin Sanyi finally struggled to his feet. Dusting himself off, he declared with fervent conviction, "To wield the Doomsday Heavenly Halberd, I have decided to sever all worldly ties. Let all my beauties go lonely! From now on, Third Brother's heart is as hard as iron. Until I reach the half-ancestor realm, no more romantic dalliances!"

His peach-blossom eyes sparkled, but he still looked like someone begging for a beating.

Beside him, Zhuge the Fat and Totti refused to lag behind. They trampled directly over the still-lying Jin Sanyi and charged shoulder-to-shoulder toward the Martial Ancestor.

The two stepping on him made Jin Sanyi roll his eyes and grit his teeth—he nearly fainted from rage. But the Doomsday Heavenly Halberd pressed down on him, and he could not rise.

"Heaven has taken pity on me, allowing me to meet the great Martial Ancestor!" Golden Totti declaimed with deep emotion, nearly shedding tears. "Ancestral God, I exhausted my heart's blood cultivating the ancient martial battle arts. Prematurely aged, my black hair turned to withered yellow—I beg you to perfect my path!"

Hearing this, even the normally staid Bai Qi felt the urge to kick him. Totti dared to say he'd trained martial arts until his hair turned yellow, when clearly he was just born blond... Shameless!

Though everyone deeply despised him, they said nothing. But Zhuge the Fat was frantic—this was blatantly stealing his lines! The words he wanted to say were being spoken by that golden-haired kid! Zhuge shook his pudgy body and slammed Totti aside, then beat his chest and stamped his feet. "Heaven envies the gifted! I was a peerless prodigy. My martial training went awry, weakening my body and spirit, graying my hair before its time, all heroic spirit drained away. Great Martial Ancestor, you must save me!"

Jin Sanyi, still pinned to the ground, cursed the fat white-haired one and the skinny yellow-haired one in his heart. Shameless! How could they say such things? Especially the fat white-haired one—he never cultivated at all! He spent his days strolling with dogs and playing with cats, living off his family's wealth, buying immortal pills and divine herbs to survive until now. And he dared to call himself a peerless prodigy who went berserk from training? Those two foreigners were utterly shameless!

The Martial Ancestor stood tall and imposing. Though his long hair concealed his face, his gaze was sharp beyond compare. Beams of divine light pierced through his dark locks. First, he pointed at Totti and bestowed a mysterious cultivation art. Then he looked at Zhuge the Fat. "You are covered in flab. To have gone berserk from martial training and ended up like this is truly no easy feat."

Zhuge the Fat was not embarrassed in the slightest. He said without blushing, "My heart is as firm as iron, my martial will endures in my heart. I beg the Martial Ancestor to perfect me."

"I will teach you a special cultivation method. If you can eat, you will achieve the true result." The Martial Ancestor pointed at Zhuge the Fat, and a secret technique appeared in his sea of consciousness.

Zhuge the Fat's heart immediately trembled with fear. If he ate a half-ancestor, he would gain half-ancestor power; if he ate an Ancestral God, he would gain Ancestral God power—provided he could actually digest them. This technique was far too sinister and terrifying! A chill ran down his spine as he involuntarily glanced at the several kings and half-ancestors across from him.

"Don't look. In your current state, you would surely be annihilated body and soul before you could eat them," the Martial Ancestor interrupted his thoughts.

Then the Martial Ancestor imparted some martial heart methods to Wu Ming and Wu Xiaoshi. He also refined the shattered bones of the White Bone Ancestral Lord into a White Bone War Armor and bestowed it upon Bai Qi.

Finally, he looked at Keke. "Little one, what do you want?" This was the first time the Martial Ancestor had asked voluntarily, instantly drawing envious stares from everyone.

Under everyone's gaze, the snow-white beast Keke tilted its head and thought seriously, then murmured in a childish voice, "I want Yin-Yang Fruits that I can never finish eating. So many, so many, so many, so many, so many..."

Everyone nearly collapsed to the ground. This little creature had no respect for the Martial Ancestor! A world-shaking supreme being of the Ninth Heaven, unmatched through the ages, yet the little thing gave up a golden opportunity just to ask for food—how utterly... pointless?

The Martial Ancestor seemed taken aback, then laughed. "I have no Yin-Yang Fruits, but I will give you a fun toy instead." As he spoke, a black millstone appeared in his palm, radiating soul-shaking, terrifying fluctuations.

It was absolutely a top-tier Ancestral God weapon, likely even more formidable than the Doomsday Heavenly Halberd—otherwise the Martial Ancestor would not have stored it within his body. Everyone gasped. To receive such a supreme Ancestral God treasure... the little creature was incredibly fortunate.

But Keke didn't care at all, muttering discontentedly, "Black and ugly, how unsightly." Everyone felt the urge to faint. This little thing was too picky! Even an Ancestral God-class treasure meant nothing to it; there was no reasoning with it.

The stern Martial Ancestor, usually so solemn, could not help but smile. "Your clan must refine its own spiritual treasures. There is indeed no need for outsiders' artifacts."

The Martial Ancestor turned to Xiao Chen. "You have obtained half the Martial Ancestor True Scripture?"

Xiao Chen nodded in acknowledgment. Many years ago in the World of Immortality, the Martial Imprint had severely criticized him, but still passed on the Martial Ancestor True Scripture.

The Martial Ancestor nodded and struck the latter half of the Martial Ancestor True Scripture into Xiao Chen's sea of consciousness, transmitting a message at the same time: "Once that little creature's divine powers are fully developed, you can teach it the martial path."

Then the Martial Ancestor looked toward the large bluestone in Paradise Lost. On its surface, a line of crooked writing appeared, blazing with divine light, exceptionally resplendent:

"The deepest depths of the Death World—good, I am going there myself!"

With that, the Martial Ancestor departed, escorting the captured half-ancestors and kings toward the Eternal Light. He wanted first to resolve his own bodily issues, then enter the deepest reaches of the Death World. As for the three Ancestral Gods' consciousness and soul-force, along with over ten half-ancestor-level powerhouses, he would take them all to the deepest Death World… to be used as sacrifices when necessary.

"Martial Ancestor!" the Martial Imprint called from behind, longing to follow.

"I am going to the ends of the Death Realm to do a great thing. This parting may be forever. There may be no day of reunion." The Martial Ancestor vanished in an instant, his tall, heroic figure disappearing before the Eternal Light on the horizon.

The wind blows mournfully, the waters of the Yi River are cold. A warrior leaves, never to return.

The final image the Martial Ancestor left behind filled everyone present with a sense of desolation. Perhaps, as he had said, there would be no day of reunion.

The Martial Ancestor had only recently awakened to his past and present lives. With his heaven-defying combat power, what could possibly harm him? What was he going to do? No one knew.

The Eternal Light shone before them, now the sole presence between heaven and earth. All eyes turned toward it—even the Dark-Iron Seal and the Golden Divine Halberd trembled with excitement.