Chapter 1739: Blood Rust Battle

Tian Gong looked at the corpse of Ancestral God King, feeling an inexpressible sadness in his heart. He had originally thought he would cry and shed tears, but now, his state of mind was too elevated; he merely felt sorrow.

He was getting closer to achieving Dao, as Tai Yi had spoken of. However, the elevation of his Dao Realm was also gradually causing him to lose some fundamental emotions.

Tian Gong’s true body continued to transform into Heavenly Dao starlight, flowing into his form, steadily increasing his cultivation and power. He had already broken free from the shackles of the ancient god Tian Gong, but were not the Dao Realm of Heaven and the Heart of Heaven another kind of bondage?

Heaven was born when people in the Primordial Era looked up at the starry sky.

Therefore, the Heart of Heaven was the human heart, the heart of all sentient beings.

Tian Gong had transcended the Heavenly Dao, but possessing the Heart of Heaven, this Heart of Heaven would constrain him, making him act according to its dictates.

Achieving Dao was not as wonderful as he had imagined.

But it wasn't bad either.

His words and actions would not transgress the Heavenly Dao. He would also not be limited solely to the Heavenly Dao; he could still comprehend other Great Dao and improve himself.

He sat down in silence, meditating quietly and improving himself. He sought to break through the final barrier.

On the other side, the Heavenly Court army had been driven out of the Primordial Realm. Along the way, they lost armor and abandoned weapons, suffering heavy casualties. En route, Heavenly Court soldiers had attempted to regain their footing and establish camps to confront Yan Kang's pursuing forces. However, Yan Kang's pursuers gave them no such opportunity.

The Heavenly Court armies sent to block the enemy often hadn't even had time to deploy. They would be ambushed by You Tianzun from Youdu. Then, Yan Kang's main army would sweep in, and it quickly turned into a devastating annihilation battle.

At the same time, Yan Kang's army grew in number. The Two Emperors of Crimson Light arrived, and reinforcements from other heavens within the Primordial Realm swarmed in. The allied forces increased day by day.

Meanwhile, Heavenly Court armies dispatched to other heavens to loot them met fierce resistance and engaged in continuous bloody battles. They finally managed to escape back.

As they fled, one heaven after another declared rebellion against Heavenly Court's tyranny.

Ling Yuxiu had established Spirit Energy Transfer Bridges with various heavens before the war, enabling mutual communication and travel. The importance of these Spirit Energy Transfer Bridges became evident.

It was precisely because of these Spirit Energy Transfer Bridges that the news of Heavenly Court's defeat in Youdu and Xuandu spread so rapidly throughout all heavens and myriad realms. And it was also because of them that the rulers of the various heavens could arrive in the Primordial Realm in such a short time to besiege Heavenly Court.

Emperor Haotian and Empress Dowager organized several counterattacks. They attempted to leverage the might of their two Dao achievers to hunt down high-ranking enemy commanders. However, the arrival of Xu Shenghua, Moon Tianzun, the Two Black Tortoise Emperors, Lang Wo, and others, and Yue Tingge, who guarded the Western Lands, also led his Western Lands army to block their retreat and attack from the rear, forced them to retreat once more with bitter resentment.

Yan Kang now surpassed Heavenly Court in Tianzun-level combat power. Coupled with the death of Grand Beginning and the defeat of Ancestral God King, Heavenly Court's momentum was truly gone.

Heavenly Court fully withdrew from the Primordial Realm, embarking on a long journey through the starry sky towards the Ancestral Court. Along the way, various heavens rose in rebellion, marching from the starry sky to suppress the remaining Heavenly Court forces.

This path was, quite literally, a blood-soaked road.

They fled and fought their way to the Blood Rust Zone, the battlefield where the Creators were annihilated years ago. There, they encountered an unexpected turn of events.

Shu Jun, the sole surviving God King of the Creators, stood at the center of the Blood Rust Zone, filled with profound emotions. Over a million years ago, it was here that he had led the Creators in a decisive battle against the ancient gods and demigods, led by the ancient god Emperor Grand Beginning.

That had been the most colossal battle in history. No battle in the subsequent million-plus years could compare to it. Only the recent war in the Primordial Realm had surpassed the Blood Rust Battle in scale!

In that battle, he, a Primordial God King, suffered a crushing defeat!

The Creator race that emerged from the Ancestral Court was utterly annihilated, leaving nothing behind. Even he, the God King, had only a sliver of consciousness hidden within the fragments of the Grand Beginning original stone!

Later, he was found by Wei Suifeng. Wei Suifeng hid the original stone, and it eventually made its way to Qin Mu. Only then did he gain a new life.

After that battle, the Creator race only had a remnant left, those who had hidden in the Void before the conflict. This was Lang Wo's lineage.

"Back then, I made a grave mistake in judgment, ending the era of the Creators. The Creator race almost perished because of me."

Shu Jun passed by one blood-stained altar after another, sites that were once the origin of this universe's civilization. It was impossible for the Creators to return to their past glory; they could only integrate into the present era.

"But the Creators can still shine brightly in this new era!"

Shu Jun bowed, and his Three Luminaries Divine Sense erupted. His voice was strong and resounding, filled with surging passion: "For the Creators of future generations, my brethren, please reawaken with me, your formerly defeated leader, and fight against Heavenly Court!"

The Heavenly Court army had arrived at the Blood Rust Zone. Within this vast interstellar ruin, a surging divine sense suddenly erupted, sweeping across the entire Blood Rust Zone!

*Buzz, buzz, buzz*

The Three Luminaries Divine Sense activated all the altars in this long, narrow ruin. Above the altars, various ancient god phantoms appeared. Shu Jun charged at the forefront, and the ancient god phantoms, formed from the divine senses of the deceased Primordial Creators, followed behind him, charging towards the Heavenly Court army!

The Heavenly Court soldiers fought fiercely, pushing forward. They finally broke out of the Blood Rust Zone before the Yan Kang army arrived. However, they suffered heavy casualties, leaving behind countless bodies of gods and demons.

The Blood Rust Zone grew dim. One ancient altar after another was destroyed. The ruins no longer retained their former magnificent appearance.

When Lang Wo saw Shu Jun, he was kneeling before the shattered bones of the Creators.

Lang Wo stepped forward, looking at the man who had buried an era. After a moment, she slowly said, "God King, the fault was not yours. Any leader would have lost that battle."

She had once blamed Shu Jun, but after learning the full story of the Blood Rust Battle, her resentment faded.

Shu Jun shakily rose to his feet, wiped away the bloody tears from his face, and shook his head, saying, "I am no longer the God King of the Creators; I am now human. You are the God King of the Creators. Only a few hundred Creators remain. Lang Wo, our Creator race has a poor reproduction rate. For the sake of our race's propagation, you must take responsibility. You need to find the most powerful man and use his bloodline to improve the Creator lineage."

Lang Wo's eyes flickered, but she said nothing. She led the remaining Creators to continue pursuing the Heavenly Court army.

Jiang Baigui walked over, passing by Shu Jun, and said calmly, "In the future, Celestial Venerable Mu will not remain at the center of power. Even if Lang Wo uses Celestial Venerable Mu to change the Creator bloodline, the Creators will not become rulers because of it."

He glanced at Shu Jun. "Yan Kang doesn't need new Ten Celestial Venerables."

Shu Jun chuckled, then casually joined Jiang Baigui's army, saying, "Saint King Jiang, you are a saint, but your senior brother is not. When Lang Wo makes a move, there is no possibility of failure. No man can resist her allure! With only a few hundred Creators, our race is constantly on the verge of extinction. To propagate and survive, we must change our bloodline. It's not about seeking authority and power, but about survival!"

Jiang Baigui thought about it. With only a few hundred Creators, they were indeed almost extinct. If their reproduction rate was even worse, they could practically be classified as an extinct race.

"Don't make too big a fuss."

Jiang Baigui said, "If some people get angry, the Creator race might truly become extinct."

Shu Jun laughed. "Don't worry. Lang Wo knows what she's doing. By the way, do you have a medic in your army? I'm injured..."

In Yan Kang, Qin Mu's injuries had recovered by a small margin. He finally pulled out the Dao Slaughtering Divine Nail and was able to get out of bed and move around.

For the past few months, Ling Yuxiu had been looking after him, fearing he might wander off.

Auroras still fluctuated in the sky, drifting back and forth. Evidently, the battle between Grand Beginning and the two Grand Primordium ancient gods had not yet concluded.

Ling Yuxiu looked up, puzzled. "Is it really that difficult for Grand Beginning to fight the Grand Primordium?"

Qin Mu swayed, still unable to stand steadily. Ling Yuxiu quickly supported him.

Qin Mu gasped, then chuckled. "Indeed, it's hard to fight the Grand Primordium; one inevitably feels powerless. Let him be; the two Grand Primordium ancient gods are no longer a major threat. What's most crucial now is whether the blood sacrifice altars left by Celestial Venerable Hao have been found."

"Lan Yutian is already searching everywhere; there should be news soon."

Ling Yuxiu comforted him, "You don't need to worry too much. Lan Yutian possesses immense divine powers and extraordinary abilities. If he finds those blood sacrifice altars, he'll definitely be able to destroy them."

Qin Mu shook his head. "What I'm worried about is that the blood sacrifice has been ongoing for so long, the Dao achievers from Miluo Palace will most likely descend. With his current strength, he cannot handle a Dao achiever from Miluo Palace. Even if Shang Jun, who has already achieved Dao, is added, it's absolutely impossible to contend with a Dao achiever from Miluo Palace!"

He exhaled a turbid breath and looked up at the starry sky. After a moment, he said, "I still need to make a trip to the Ultimate Void to see the Eldest Young Master. No matter what, I must make him release Grand Change! Celestial Venerable Hao doesn't know yet that the Ancestral Court has fallen, and his Heavenly Court has changed hands, now occupied by prehistoric stowaways."

He pushed away Ling Yuxiu's hand and struggled to walk a few steps, but almost stumbled.

Ling Yuxiu stepped forward and supported him. Qin Mu gasped and said, "Junior Brother Jiang only needs to drive Emperor Haotian to the Ancestral Court, and both sides will turn on each other, leading to the complete annihilation of Heavenly Court. Perhaps Celestial Venerable Hao and the Empress will survive, but they will no longer be a cause for concern. However, I'm more worried that they might collude. Given Celestial Venerable Hao's current disposition, it's highly possible he would do so. At that point, we would have to face the prehistoric stowaways and the Dao achievers from Miluo Palace! The pressure we face will only be greater than before!"

"Only by going to the Ultimate Void to meet the Eldest Young Master of Miluo Palace and releasing Grand Change will there be a turning point in the Ancestral Court battle!"

Ling Yuxiu shook her head. "Your injuries haven't healed. How can you go to the Ultimate Void? It's better to quietly recover your injuries and stop running around. Besides, it will take over ten years for the Heavenly Court army to return to the Ancestral Court."

Qin Mu thought for a moment, then nodded. He returned to his room and quietly resumed his efforts.

He entered a dream again, and layers of dreams unfolded. Numerous tiny Qin Mus in the dreams meticulously studied the changes in the Dao patterns within his Dao injuries, comprehending their profound mysteries.

Year after year passed, and six years later, Qin Mu's wounds gradually diminished. Although his complexion was still somewhat pale and his body remained weak, he was no longer in serious condition.

On this day, Qin Mu packed his belongings, boarded the Golden Ship of Crossing Worlds, and chuckled, "Now, I can visit the thatched cottage a second time!"