Chapter 1575: The End of Eternal Waiting

An inexplicable cosmic force emerged, terrifying the Quasi-Emperors. Even the old Great Saints, on the verge of passing away, sensed it, feeling deeply unsettled. They felt the world was changing, on the cusp of a great transformation, as if they had glimpsed a corner of the future!

"What exactly is happening? What will unfold?"

"Could it be that the ancient Supremes, after entering, have influenced the entire world, leading to unpredictable changes?!"

The entire world was astonished. Not just the most powerful beings, but even ordinary cultivators sensed that something was amiss. Wisps of immortal energy steamed and spread out from the great rift, creating a pervasive sense that something terrible was about to happen.

Yet, the area remained completely calm. Two groups of Supremes had entered one after another, but there was no sound, as if they had vanished without a trace. Such an uneventful ascension felt unreal, completely devoid of any sensation.

Who knew how much time had passed, but the great rift in the Immortal Path began to heal, constantly closing. This era truly seemed to be coming to a complete end, drawing its curtain.

However, at this very last moment, an earth-shattering sound erupted. The entire Immortal Path shattered, only to begin expanding again!

All of this was simply because something exploded within the chaotic void, and a figure flew out, halting the collapse and tearing open an enormous dark fissure.

This person glowed all over, possessing a supreme power. A myriad of light particles rained from their body, like countless stars, dazzling and splendid, incredibly brilliant.

An Immortal—is this what an Immortal truly is?!

People were stunned. The fabled 'ascension amidst radiant clouds' or 'daylight ascension to immortality' was no more magnificent than this. This was precisely the scene of becoming an Immortal that people had imagined.

The sight was overwhelmingly blinding; all the light particles surged and spread across all directions, more brilliant than the explosion of stars across all heavens and myriad realms. It was beauty to the extreme, yet terror to the extreme.

“Ah…”

A mournful roar echoed, the 'Immortal' screaming, their voice shrill and terrifying. It reverberated across the great cosmos, instilling a sense of utter despair in all who heard it.

At this moment, near the Eastern Barrens, even some Great Emperor formation patterns shattered. They could not withstand his sonic waves, which profoundly shook everyone.

From the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land, Purple Mountain, Mount Sumeru, the Ji family, the Jiang family, and other locations, some Great Dao runes swiftly surged forth, finally blocking this destructive wave. Otherwise, the Big Dipper Starfield, this ancient land of life, would surely have shattered and been utterly destroyed by that roar!

What was this? Everyone was horrified. Clearly, a mutation had occurred within the chaotic void. This was by no means an aura of peace, nor was it the descent of an Immortal. This was an ancient Supreme emerging!

“Heavens, what is inside that chaotic void? Why has it made an ancient Supreme look like this? Is he about to dissolve into the Dao? Are those endless light particles the dissipation of their life essence?”

“His life has reached its end; this existence is about to conclude, filled with despair and unwillingness!”

Everyone recognized him. It was an ancient Supreme. No one knew what had happened, but he had retreated from the chaotic void. His desperate roars and mournful cries made everyone's hearts tremble.

As the light particles vanished, his body was a bloody mess. Crystalline blood beads, as translucent and dazzling as rubies, splattered across the ground, revealing glimmering white bone fragments.

What kind of power was this, that could render him in such a state? It was utterly shocking.

“This era, it was both right and wrong. To think it turned out like this—it offered hope, yet also brought despair!”

The ancient Supreme's voice was low, filled with sorrow and pain. After eons of waiting, this was the outcome. To ultimately fail to become an Immortal—what kind of emotion was that?!

Not just he himself, but even bystanders felt immense sorrow for him just by witnessing this outcome. It was far too tragic; after paying such a heavy price, in the end, it was all for naught.

“What happened?” Throughout this universe, all the Quasi-Emperors were chilled to the bone, their hairs standing on end. Each of them felt uneasy and a profound sense of terror.

There were seven Supremes in the first group who entered. What could possibly have stopped them? Why was he in this state? Logically, they should have achieved immortality; no one should have been able to impede their progress.

However, that was not the reality. This ancient Supreme met a tragic end, clearly having suffered something unimaginable. The outcome was dire.

“Just at the threshold, I am no longer in my prime! Otherwise, in this era, I was destined to become an Immortal!” he roared loudly. He was originally a supremely wise and aloof Supreme, but now, due to extreme disappointment, he had become somewhat despondent, vastly different from his usual demeanor.

He had lost that aura of having all things in heaven and earth within his grasp. All that remained was unwillingness and despair!

“The other Supremes haven’t emerged. Does that mean they’ve all become Immortals?” someone asked, trembling.

“Boom!”

At that very moment, a tremendous sound echoed from the chaotic void. Blood splattered, vividly dazzling, making everyone’s hearts pound and their pores prickle as if pierced by needles.

Crimson blood, like scattered red diamonds, gushed forth from the chaotic void. Mist permeated the air, and glimmering white bone fragments fell out, a truly horrifying sight.

What kind of scene was this? Ancient Supremes were perishing!

It was overwhelmingly shocking. Who had ever witnessed such a thing, or even heard of it? These were the Celestial Venerables of the Mythological Era, the Ancient Emperors of the Primordial Era, and the Great Emperors of the Desolate Ancient Era—some of the most powerful beings in history. To think one of them had met such a tragic end?!

How could this be? How could it happen? Everyone refused to believe it, finding the truth too cruel to accept.

Everyone had believed that these ancient Supremes, after waiting for eons, would finally become Immortals, bringing hope to future generations and proving the feasibility of immortality, rather than it being a baseless fantasy.

Yet, the reality was so bloody and raw, making hearts churn with profound sorrow. These were figures of the Great Emperor level from ancient times, who once ruled all heavens and myriad realms, with the entire primeval universe bowing at their feet. Unrivaled throughout history, they met such a desolate end.

This was an unbearable weight, something no one wished to accept.

“Ah…”

Another great roar, and a third Supreme rushed out, drenched in blood, swaying, on the verge of collapsing. Their mournful voice resounded through heaven and earth.

“Why is this happening? To kill the karma of a hundred lifetimes, to defy the eons of time, all for this one era—where is my Dao, where is my path?!”

The Supremes wailed in despair, their cries echoing across heaven and earth. They had once been the central figures of their respective eras, the most powerful individuals throughout history, their glorious years illuminating entire ancient records.

Yet, in the end, it was so pathetic and lamentable. A lifetime's pursuit had ultimately come to naught.

“Above and below the heavens, only I am supreme…”

Another ancient voice was heard. Unwilling to yield to time, striving to contend with the heavens, but ultimately, defeat was defeat; they failed to become Immortals. After eons of vicissitudes, what more could be said?!

“On the Immortal Path… listening to my own funeral dirge, severing an eons-long dream!” A fifth ancient Supreme appeared, carrying boundless sorrow and desolation, their words bringing a bitter ache to the hearts of all who heard.

“I refuse to accept this!”

“To think this is the outcome! Was it wrong, was it right? Whoever achieves Dao in this era—that is an Immortal!”

“There is no right, and no wrong. It is simply that we were born in the wrong era. Perhaps one could also say we should not have pursued it—immortality, ha ha!”

The Supremes grieved, their lamentations echoing through heaven and earth, a warning to future generations. Was this truly the end of the Immortal Path? Everyone longed to know what exactly had happened.

“Those who waited, you were also mistaken. This era is neither completely right nor wrong. It has the right time and the right place, but it simply lacks the right person!”

Of the Supremes who entered, two were bleeding profusely, shattered at the entrance of the chaotic void. Their blood gushed, astonishingly crimson. It was not because they were weaker than the others, but because they were too ancient, ultimately in their very late years, unable to endure.

This was a tragic outcome. A few had emerged, but others remained inside, their fates unknown.

“This era… this era!”

This era brought great sorrow, this era brought helplessness, this era brought lamentation and grief!

“Boom!”

With a thunderous crash, the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land exploded open. Its colossal stone gates swung wide, and a peerlessly graceful woman in white appeared, her robes fluttering. Ethereal as an Immortal, she looked towards the scene, seemingly ready to act.

Meanwhile, a majestic man covered in golden fur also stood not far away, advancing and retreating with her, their objective aligned.

“Amitābha!”

In the distant Western Desert, a Buddha's chant resonated across heaven and earth. The entire Western Land was bathed in brilliant Buddha light, especially Mount Sumeru, where myriad rays of splendor flowed and the Great Dao rumbled, suppressing the mortal realm.

Mount Sumeru reached to the heavens, seemingly capable of separating the celestial and mortal realms. At this moment, the Great Thunderclap Temple situated atop it glowed, emitting immense Buddha chants, followed by the sound of scriptures being recited.

“Clang…”

At the same time, a bell rang in the Northern Region, shaking the primeval universe. It was the Bell of Wu Shi, completely revived at this very moment!

“What is happening?”

In the Big Dipper Starfield, these three mysterious locations, normally inscrutable to ordinary people, were all glowing today with immeasurable light, no weaker than the aura emanating from the great rift in the Immortal Realm.

“Ah… no, Wu Shi, don’t do this to me!”

The first to act, the first to emit a sound, was not one of those three places, but Saint Cliff!

There, light soared into the sky, and an aura unmatched throughout history radiated forth. A divine scroll, dazzlingly brilliant, rapidly loosened and then detached from the most majestic main peak.

Moreover, in the next moment, 365 talismans flew up, then exploded, transforming into 365 streaks of immortal light that merged into the scroll, making it even more resplendent, so dazzling that people couldn’t open their eyes.

“No, don’t!” A roar came from within Saint Cliff, but it changed nothing.

Saint Cliff split open, and a colossal immortal source emerged, emanating myriad auspicious energies and streaks of rosy light. A primordial spirit struggled within, and then a stone coffin flew out, containing a buried body—that of an old Daoist.

“What… my body is still here, so close!” The Undying Daoist was filled with regret and hatred, his primordial spirit, severed into several parts, struggling.

“Om!”

The Investiture of the Gods glowed, sweeping up the severed primordial spirit parts. Then, enveloping the Daoist corpse, it transformed into an immortal rainbow, directly rushing into the Immortal Path. Its divine light shone, peerless across the world, piercing through the chaotic void!

“That is the Investiture of the Gods left by Emperor Wu Shi! He… he’s still alive!”

“Clang!”

With a clang of the bell, Purple Mountain split apart. This place, known as the Ancient Sovereign Mountain in the Primordial Era and almost divine, shattered into pieces. A great bell flew out, chaotic energy steaming from it, directly hurtling towards the Southern Domain!

Eighty thousand years had passed, and the Bell of Wu Shi once again shocked the world. It had emerged, manifesting in the mortal realm once more!

“Emperor Wu Shi has also made his move! Is he truly still alive?!”