Refining the Mountains and Rivers

But the moment this rune appeared, it erupted with a torrential aura that drowned everything out. It seemed as if not even 10,000 tribulations could ever shake it.

The cold and gloomy man that arrived at Spectral Disaster spoke for the first time. “You would rather die than lower your head? If the ancient rune is destroyed you will forever fall into darkness. There will never be another chance for you!”

What he received in response was a roar from the giant. The rune in the giant’s hands began to quietly collapse…it had already broken into pieces. The only reason it was able to maintain its shape until the present was because the giant was unwilling to die.

To the giant, death was not something to be afraid of. Rather, it was a form of freedom. The shattered space collapsed, rapidly spreading outwards.

The upper body of a white skeleton squeezed out of the shattered space. Itʼs dark and hollow eye sockets stared tightly at the cold and gloomy man. It opened its mouth and called out in a silent howl.

Beneath the shaking layers of blue light and darkness, the Immortal and Demonic cultivators cried out in pain together. They felt as if someone were stabbing rusty iron needles into their heads.

Bang –

Bang –

Immortal Sect and Demonic Path cultivators began to explode into pieces of flesh and blood, their souls annihilated along with it. Perhaps they might be mighty and renowned powerhouses outside, but today they could only be accompanying burial objects with the Ancient Dao.

The Grand Marshal and Fallen Wing coughed out loud, blood spurting from every orifice on their heads. Fear flooded their eyes.

Just the colliding shock waves had the strength to destroy all of them. If they didn’t join forces, none of them would be able to escape. Without saying much, the blue light and deep darkness overlapped on top of each other. Only by gathering the strength of both sides did the tearing pain on their souls reduce a little.

Glancing at each other, the Grand Marshal and Fallen Wing instantly came to a mutual agreement. They decided to join together to survive…and flee the Source of Disaster! They had to run away. No matter how great this good fortune was, no matter how interested or tempted they were, remaining here would only result in death!

Within the temple, countless cracks started to appear in the towering giant statue.

Its lips seemed to curve up in a smile. Then, the statue broke apart and vanished into thin air.

The inheritance had come to an end and the temple’s mission had been successful. With a deep thunderous ring, the temple began to break apart.

Qin Yu’s soul opened his eyes. The rune between his eyebrows became increasingly real. Then with a light trembling sound, it vanished.

The ancients had their extremes. One side died while the other side lived. The giant’s ancient rune was destroyed, cut off from its connection to the heavens and earth. Only with this could Qin Yu’s ancient rune be born. This was the constraints that the heavens and earth had placed upon the ancients’ path.

The phantom of the giant that was reduced countless times over appeared within the soul space. Its eyes were quiet and flooded with endless weariness. It slowly opened its eyes and said, “My tribe’s future descendant, the ancient dao will continue with you. Hopefully, the ancient dao will not experience misfortune in the future and end in your hands.”

Qin Yu hesitated for a moment. He respectfully bowed and said, “Senior, I am sorry but I am not of the ancient race!” It was only because he cultivated the Demon Body that he was thus able to obtain the ancient demon supernatural arts. He was able to create a projection of the ancient demon in his mind and condense the body of the ancient demon in the outside world by gathering spiritual energy from the heavens and earth.

This was completely unrelated to the ancient race.

The giant was stunned. It immediately grinned and laughed, “This is the inheritance of my race so naturally it can only be inherited by someone that possesses the bloodline of my people. The bloodline of the ancient race flows in your body. That is the true ancient race!”

Before Qin Yu could say anything else, the phantom of the giant vanished like a bubble, popping with a light sound and disappearing. In the next moment, Qin Yu’s consciousness was flung out of his soul space. He could feel his rapidly sinking body and quickly stabilized himself.