She stretched out her hand, a gleam of divine light led by her pulled across the starry sky, sweeping through strands of ghostly mist. Upon contact, they emitted a violent hissing sound, akin to fire and water, incompatible. Moments later, the divine light and the ghostly mist annihilated each other.
This scene seemed to symbolize that the ghostly mist could indeed be obliterated, but it did not improve the complexions of the present powerhouses. Instead, their expressions grew uglier.
Because... proportions.
The status represented by the ghostly mist was too eminent, even if they intervened personally, it would require more than two parts of Divine Power to annihilate one part of the ghostly mist.
And the ghostly mist was endless.
A woman from the Heavenly God Clan sighed lightly, "According to this rate of infiltration, I fear it will not take a millennium before Yanfu State will become desolate, beyond the control of Overlord Forces, sparing no one."
"Should we migrate to other continents... or make a return to the Great Universe?" someone asked.
"We could take the path through the rifts of the Nether Sea, even if we can fight our way back to the Great Universe, what about our clan's civilization?"
"We can hide within the Divine Country!"
"It's impossible to conceal." someone sighed, "The essence of fighting our way back is to mask our aura with the Life Origin of countless beings in the Great Universe, how many beings must you slaughter to return with your clan to the Great Universe?"
"In the short term, migration is the only path, but this path is also just a stopgap measure. With Yanfu plunging, it's only a matter of time before the other continents follow."
Qi Yunfei, with a profound gaze, said with transcendence: "Returning to the Great Universe doesn't necessarily only have one path of fighting our way back."
Many powerhouses sighed softly, rifts being random, they found it difficult to find suitable allies, and even if they did, how could they trust that the other party wouldn't meddle?
They wanted to return to the Great Universe, yet the civilizations there might not want to see them return!
"Are you not curious... why the ghostly mist has infiltrated from the Ancient Road?" someone suddenly said in a deep tone, "Does this mean the Ancient Road also contains ghostly mist?"
Inheritance Ancient Road commences.
All Martial Artists who received a quota began their journey, entering the Ancient Road through their quotas.
The moment they entered, they saw countless cosmic planes, like dreamy bubbles, rotating and bursting, worlds arising and perishing in an instant, with only two rivers spanning from beginning to end encompassing and transcending everything...
In ancient legends, those two rivers are Time and Destiny, only supreme beings can transcend above them.
But before they could look longer, their viewpoint suddenly dropped, pulled by an invisible force into a Boundary River, filled with numerous colorful "bubbles."
Each bubble represented a fragmented Cosmic Plane, and possibly the inner universe of a mighty warrior!
These bubbles were adjacent to each other, revealing bizarre colors, the actual scene inside indistinct until one entered.
Without the chance for them to choose, all Martial Artists were randomly assigned to a cosmic plane!
And almost at the moment they landed...
The struggle of the Ancient Road had already begun!
The sky, gray and oppressive like a descending iron curtain, was dismal. Dozens of silhouettes appeared simultaneously on a pitch-black plain, with ruins scattered on the distant horizon.
In an instant, dozens of auras soared, initiating a clash of energies!
Everyone warily eyed each other, gauging and positioning themselves in the initial moments, gradually spacing out.
At this moment, one aura continuously escalated, pressing down on everyone, taking the lead!
"Is there any Sealing King among you?"
Amidst the sudden question, a young man with a Purple Crystal embedded in his forehead stood proudly. His vitality was astonishing and Power of the Spirit frighteningly strong. Presently dominating with his aura, he almost instantly suppressed the other Martial Artists.
The young man exuded an oppressive aura, confident and flamboyant. Standing there, a smile on his face, his arrogance and conceit were completely unmasked. At this moment, his gaze was like a torch, sweeping around, finally fixing on the only young man in the crowd who showed no difficulty under his imposing presence.
He took a step forward, his brow's Purple Crystal radiating a powerful Power of the Spirit, instantly invoking the Heaven and Earth Law and enveloping everyone in the vicinity within it. He solely stared at the young man, smiling radiantly:
"I am Senluo of the Purple Crystal Clan. To meet is fate, follow me. I'm easy to get along with; as long as you obey, I'll protect you completely and take you deep into the Ancient Road!"
After that, his gaze swept over the other people around him, haughtily saying:
"As for you...you can join my ranks and assist me. If you want to be my follower, you must at least be a Sealing King!"
Several people around him looked solemn, some of whom had heard of Senluo from the Purple Crystal Clan, now had a very ugly expression.
This is a Quasi-taboo Warrior who qualifies to challenge the Taboo Sequence!
He has a high chance of challenging the Taboo Sequence on the Ancient Road, stepping into this terrifying domain, and looking down on his peers!
Faced with such a formidable adversary, even fleeing seemed like a luxury.
But equally, some people were tempted at this moment. If they could become a follower of a future member of the Taboo Sequence, they might not be without their opportunities, but...
Just a mere underling?
That would mean being completely subordinate without any say among their peers.
No one wanted to start off by being thoroughly subservient to others; they began to retreat, wanting to leave.
But Senluo was very "prudent," enveloping everyone within the range of his aura, locking onto their Qi. If anyone tried to escape, he would forcefully take action, killing the chicken to warn the monkeys!
Just entering the Ancient Road, he needed a group of qualified underlings to help him investigate and gather information.
Senluo smiled and said: "You are lucky, to have descended in the same place as me, there's a chance to become my initial main force!"
Some had a bitter smile. Did they come in just to become someone's vassal? Even followers weren't qualified; he only accepted Sealing Kings, his claim was so imposing, his strength must be at least at Sealing King Peak!
The young man who received Senluo's special "attention" withdrew his gaze from above and looked at him curiously, slowly reaching for the hilt of his sword.
The people around, looking at Senluo mercilessly trampled underfoot, remained silent as cicadas in winter; their spirit minds trembling, understanding more from ancient texts was nothing like experiencing it firsthand.
The very young powerhouse who just declared he only accepted Sealing King followers was instantly laid low, metaphorically flattened.
In this moment, they profoundly understood what the Inheritance Ancient Road was about!
A hidden dragon, crouching tiger, a realm filled with strong entities!
Some took the opportunity of him not looking to quietly turn away, heading for the boundary, stepping into the Boundary River, leaving this cosmic plane to find their own fortunes;
Others hesitated but chose to stay, witnessing Senluo's quick defeat and feeling that starting off with a strong backing wasn't a bad choice.
At this moment, Senluo was "lying flat" on the ground, his head slightly tilted, his gaze dull.
Like a conqueror who was ready to lead an army to capture territories but suddenly faced a meteor fall during the journey; his ambitions and his army utterly devastated, dumbfounded lying there, still not understanding what had just happened, experiencing the absurdity of life's disillusionment and impermanence.
A foot was placed on his chest, pinning him down, rendering him motionless.
Within just a few moves, he was put down, trampled underfoot!
The young man looking at his brow's Purple Crystal pondered for a moment, deeming himself friendly offered him two choices, his voice not loud, yet thunderous in his ears:
"A warrior from the Purple Crystal civilization? Let me see... Ah, you are on the list, I'll give you an extra choice—"
"Death, or submission."