Chapter 1611: The unspeakable bitterness of life and death, silver moon hangs high, beseeching the holy ancestor

Do I need to activate the Asura Path just to defeat a Heavenly Oracle?

In the center of the battlefield, Xu Xiaoshou, unconcerned by others, was taking pills to recover his energy while maintaining his detached observation of the battle.

He realized something was wrong.

He had fought the Liberated Heavenly Oracle before. Back then, on Void Island, he hadn't even awakened his second abilities like Limit Giant, but he had managed to defeat it with the Five Decays of Heaven and Man.

Yes! Now, the Heavenly Oracle's wielder was a Sacred Emperor, and it possessed sealing attributes that could significantly weaken a person's state, greatly increasing its power.

But considering the combat power that Evil God Yi had just displayed, wasn't it more than ten thousand times stronger than his past self combined with the Five Decays of Heaven and Man?

"Not only did it activate the Asura Path, but it also stole the Overlord..."

"By the way, what state is God Yi in now? Its seed was taken and used, and its weapon was stolen. Could it have already perished in the Thirty-Third Heaven?"

Overthinking God Yi's current state was pointless.

Xu Xiaoshou quickly refocused on his current speculation about Evil God Yi's condition:

"Its time is running out, and its condition is worsening."

"The pressure on it isn't from the Liberated Heavenly Oracle or Feng Yujin, but from itself."

"So the best way to deal with it is... to stall!"

Xu Xiaoshou's eyes gleamed.

Once it was stalled, and the timeline extended, there would be no need to defeat the Evil God; it would collapse on its own.

However, another problem arose.

Could Feng Yujin stall Asura Path, Overlord, Evil God Yi?

The Asura Path Evil God Yi flashed closer, and the Overlord struck from the air.

The Sacred Judgment Sword couldn't even withstand half a breath; it was shattered by the Overlord's immense weight, imbued with the power of the Five Ancestors.

"Stall!"

"I want to stall!"

"But tell me, how do I stall?"

Feng Yujin's arm was shattered, even through his weapon.

This Liberated form seemed to have liberated nothing at all and couldn't withstand the Asura Evil God's attacks.

He panicked and fled directly, flickering multiple times in a breath, darting aimlessly like a cornered rat.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Evil God Yi pursued relentlessly.

The Overlord staff spun between its three heads and six arms, wielded with tremendous force.

Piece after piece of the Heavenly Oracle's body was violently smashed off, making its situation unbearable.

"Seal!"

"Divine Sealing Coffin!"

"Hand of Heaven's Seal!"

"World Ban... damn it!"

Feng Yujin tried hundreds of methods.

He confirmed that his earlier thought was correct: sealing power could be effective against Evil God Yi.

However, he could only use techniques that activated quickly.

Powerful moves like "World Taboo," once they required even a tiny bit of time to form seals or prepare, were useless.

Evil God Yi would arrive with its staff instantly.

Even Ancestral Source power could be briefly suppressed by him, but Feng Yujin couldn't withstand absolute violence!

That supreme divine weapon, the Overlord, perfectly countered him, a spirit refiner with sealing attributes — its power couldn't be sealed, and its weight couldn't be resisted.

Evil God Yi's physical strength did indeed weaken over time and with the stacking layers of sealing states.

But a starved camel is still bigger than a horse; as long as the Overlord was wielded, Feng Yujin could never withstand a single blow.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Shattered arms, broken leg bones, holes in shoulders, festering waist and abdomen...

Even if the Liberated Heavenly Oracle possessed the strongest combat awareness, the best analysis system, and could react perfectly to every attack.

All these "bests" were within a certain range; Evil God Yi's offensive power was far beyond that range.

In just the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, during the chase, it had endured no less than a hundred Overlord strikes.

The Heavenly Oracle was shattered and repaired, then shattered again, eventually... depleting Feng Yujin's sacred power!

As the fragmented, barely reassembled body hung precariously, unable to do anything but watch another staff shadow strike down, Feng Yujin's expression became momentarily dazed.

"What about the 'master' and 'god-slayer' that were promised..."

This new body, which the Sacred Emperor Feng Tian had been extremely satisfied with, ultimately failed after trying countless ways to counterattack.

It was completely pulverized, utterly annihilated by the Five Ancestors' power, with no chance of resurrection.

For the first time, Sacred Emperor Feng Tian experienced what it meant to be "speechless."

There were no special spiritual techniques involved.

Nor any insidious schemes.

It was even more helpless than when he, as a Sacred Emperor, was captured and his body destroyed — he was killed by "power," originating from an extreme brute.

"Whoosh!"

His soul transformed into a dark light, fleeing far into the Nine Heavens.

The Cycle of Heaven Ascent Pillar had been shattered long ago, but even if it were still there, it would be useless now.

Because the shackles between the First Heaven and the Eighteenth Heaven had been broken the moment Evil God Yi descended.

Feng Yujin's idea was good: he could discard his physical body, but his soul and consciousness must be preserved.

Since there was no place for him in the First Heaven, he would go to the Eighteenth Heaven and thoroughly implement the strategy of "stalling."

"Stall..."

Until his death, the Heavenly Oracle's master mode couldn't analyze how exactly to "stall."

Feng Yujin's own idea was simple:

If Evil God Yi chose to pursue him, it would have to abandon the souls in the Forbidden Zone, such as Yue Gongli, Wuxiu, and Shuigui.

If it didn't pursue him, it would gain more, and he could briefly cling to life and continue to "stall."

For Evil God Yi, it was a dilemma. Feng Yujin's combat awareness was still active, and he could probably tell...

The killing intent of the Asura Path should affect Evil God Yi itself.

Most likely, its choice would not be his soul, but the "feast" in the Forbidden Zone!

"Swish."

As expected, watching the dark soul light perform a soul escape, heading towards the Eighteenth Heaven from behind the seal, Evil God Yi stopped.

A cornered dog jumps over the wall; a Sacred Emperor's self-detonation was not to be underestimated.

Chasing the Sacred Emperor was possible, but since he had chosen not to continue body-snatching but to cling to life,

Evil God Yi understood his meaning: trading many lives for one!

It looked towards the Forbidden Zone...

If it simply killed all these people, eradicating their spirits and consciousnesses, how big was the Eighteenth Heaven anyway?

That sealing Sacred Emperor could hide for a while, but not forever. When there were no more physical bodies for him to snatch, he would forever remain a fragile soul.

Either the soul would self-detonate, in which case it would keep its distance.

Or he would become a servant, or if he refused, it would slowly wear him down to death — by then, it would have plenty of time.

"Kill."

The Asura Path indeed influenced Evil God Yi.

With this thought, the three-headed, six-armed being, carrying overwhelming killing intent, charged towards the Forbidden Zone without hesitation.

"All of you, die!"

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang...

Along the way, staff shadows flew, and flesh and severed limbs scattered.

It was like a wolf entering a sheep pen, with no one able to match it.

At this moment, there were only about a hundred spirit refiners in the Forbidden Zone.

Besides a few Half-Saints of similar strength to Half-Saint Bai Yu, the rest were mostly at the Void level.

How could any of them withstand Evil God Yi's charging momentum or the power of a single strike from the Overlord?

"Ah!"

"Don't, don't kill me..."

"Father! Father! Spare me, spare me, ah—"

"Lord Yue Gongli!!!"

From a bird's-eye view, everyone scattered, fleeing for their lives, spreading out like ripples.

Those who escaped the Forbidden Zone were directly sacrificed by the grand sacrificial array.

Those who dared not escape the Forbidden Zone and cowered at its edge were chased down by Evil God Yi and beaten to death with its staff.

The scene was gruesome to behold.

"Don't be like this..."

Half-Saint Chang Yi watched as people around him fell one by one, his hands clenching into fists, then weakly releasing them.

He had long experienced God Yi's power.

He had personally tested the Overlord's hardness.

When these two were further prefixed with the title "Ancestor God"... how could a Half-Saint possibly contend?

"Bang!"

The wildly flying staff shadow suddenly magnified before his eyes.

His eyeballs shattered, his head exploded, and Chang Yi's entire body turned to dust.

His soul was extracted, his consciousness suppressed, and even his Half-Saint status was snatched and devoured as the Infant Creation Wings unfolded.

"A dream..."

Fighting on the front lines for so many years;

After following Alliance Leader Yan Sheng, he was named "Battle Maniac" among the "Seven Stars of the North Region";

Receiving the "Saint's Summons," which stated he could withdraw from the ruins by committing suicide if he grew tired of playing, without any restrictions;

After arriving here, he casually encountered a junior who could beat him into a pulp with a single staff strike, along with various young people who mastered Ancestral Source power;

Seeing the "Ancestor God" in person;

"What..."

The pain was too brief.

So much so that Chang Yi, until the moment before his death, never imagined his saintly demise would be so trivial.

His thoughts were eternally frozen at this moment.

Half-Saint Bai Yu's head flew high, already able to see his broken, shattered lower body receding from him.

"This shouldn't be..."

Countless images flashed through his mind:

The astonishing Saint Rainbow Ring attribute he was born with;

Countless victorious competitions, a youth with no rivals;

A life history like a child of destiny, a path of the Great Dao unrivaled across the Five Regions;

Falling directly to the bottom after becoming a Saint, subject to humiliation;

Imprisoning himself in a corner, accompanied by mountains and rivers, passing several cycles of sixty years;

Seeing an opportunity in the Saint's Summons, giving his all for one last attempt, with the option of suicide to withdraw even if he failed;

Even a little girl in Snow Lotus Valley had a Sacred Emperor grandfather accompanying her; *that* was truly a child of destiny, a protagonist, wasn't it?

It turned out protagonists could also perish this quickly;

Half-Saint was no endpoint; Half-Saints were merely destined to become servants;

But at least he had seen an Ancestor God and experienced the wider world;

"Senior Mo Mo..."

Before his soul vanished and consciousness collapsed, Bai Yu vaguely glimpsed a headless figure in a white dress in the distance.

He remembered something: his soul blood was still in someone else's hands.

He cried out with all his might, using the strength of his entire life.

He could no longer hear the cry he had uttered and then forgotten when he perished at the age of thirty:

"Give... me... free... dom..."

"Life is so fragile."

In his detached state, Xu Xiaoshou's eyes were dim and lifeless as he watched the Asura Path Evil God Yi wantonly slaughter in the Forbidden Zone.

For a moment, he thought he could take a risk, rush out, and perhaps have a tiny chance to save them.

But could he truly save them?

Dao Slayers, Void level, even Half-Saints...

If Elder Sang and Shuigui were no match, could ordinary Half-Saints really endure this situation until the end and walk out of the Dyeing Tea Ruins?

"The struggle for the Great Dao is never a game; it will inevitably draw blood."

The shot Shuigui had once fired in the deep sea beneath Solitary Sound Cliff now finally struck Xu Xiaoshou's forehead.

For the first time, he saw that Half-Saints were as fragile as chickens; at the moment of their death, they couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

They couldn't even twitch.

"Without becoming a Saint, one remains a slave."

In his mind, he unconsciously recalled the words Ba Zun'an had spoken when he first joined the Saint Slaves.

In fact, until Evil God Yi went mad, Xu Xiaoshou didn't understand what standard of "freedom" Ba Zun'an pursued, or what "answer" the Saint Slaves were seeking.

Someone seemed to have explained it before, but without personal experience, it was impossible to fully grasp.

Until now!

Until this moment!

Xu Xiaoshou vaguely understood the spiritual core of the struggle and resistance that Ba Zun'an, Elder Sang, Cen Qiaofu, Shuigui, and others had always maintained.

He realized the fundamental reasons why individuals like Lei Han, God Yi, Gou Wuyue, and Ai Cangsheng among the Ten Elders, each in their own way, sought different forms of transcendence.

"Without becoming a Saint, one remains a slave..." This phrase should only be a beginning, not an end, and should be followed by another:

"Even if one becomes a Saint, will one not be a slave?"

If there was still a sliver of possibility that the supreme beings of this world could go mad like Evil God Yi was now,

Then struggle and resistance were necessary, and pursuing true freedom was necessary.

Because this "if," as it now appeared, had become a reality:

If Bei Huai could not be restrained, then every Half-Saint in the world would be like Taizai Ci, and every one would become a plaything for the supreme authorities.

If Taizai Ci was like that, how could Half-Saints not be slaves?

If Half-Saints were like this, how could those below Half-Saints even speak of transcendence?

He was never the only one passive; the Ten Elders under the Sacred God Hall, the Sacred God Continent beneath the Heavenly Ladder, the Five Great Sacred Emperor Families under the Ancestor God... the entire world was like this!

"I understand."

Xu Xiaoshou slowly stood up, holding a headless female corpse in his arms.

This was Mo Mo.

This was the Mo Mo he had rescued in time after Feng Yujin's new body exploded.

Calling it "rescue" was merely doing it as an afterthought.

Mo Mo's soul should be with Feng Yujin; a body without spirit and consciousness was merely an object.

Like clothes, a ring, or even the white bracelet on her wrist, she was inanimate.

In his detached state, as soon as he caught Mo Mo, Evil God Yi simply ignored her.

"This is all I could save..."

He looked up to see corpses strewn everywhere in the Forbidden Zone, with only a few people remaining.

This time, the one targeted was Yue Gongli, who was prostrate on the ground:

"Please spare me, spare me, Lord Evil God, please just let me go like a fart."

"I am your Executor, I am your most loyal servant who has only betrayed you once, I still have other uses..."

Evil God Yi stopped in front of the fox-like man.

Cen Qiaofu and Bai Zhou were behind the fox-like man, back-to-back.

Without waiting long, in just an instant, Evil God Yi made its decision. The Overlord staff descended, whistling down in front of the three of them.

"You! Have! Some! Nerve!"

A surge of Sacred Ancestor power suddenly erupted from Yue Gongli's body, and his figure transformed into a sharp arrow, instantly piercing through Evil God Yi's body.

After passing through its body, he turned around in mid-air from a distance.

A crescent moon slowly rose in the Nine Heavens, casting down clear moonlight. Yue Gongli's hair was not only sky blue, but his entire body also turned an icy blue color.

A silver moon mark lit up on his forehead.

He formed a hand seal with his fingers, muttering incantations. The silver moon mark seemed to spin, and suddenly, a biting cold wind swept around him, as if breaking seals and removing shackles.

"Yue clan descendant, Yue Gongli, humbly uses this mark to invite the Sacred Ancestor's descent!"