Night Without End

"Good!" The Demon God followed.

He carried overwhelming demon energy and countless runes, tearing through the night sky, disappearing from Shenshang Plain, plunging the entire realm into darkness once again.

The people felt some regret for missing the divine battle.

Everyone looked up at the night sky, wishing they could pierce the clouds to see what was happening.

Those at the Ancestor Master level naturally had that capability, but none of them did so, as they seemed to already know the final outcome.

Above the night sky, terrifying energy fluctuations were heard. Although they didn't reach the ground, people knew the divine battle had erupted.

Furthermore, the intensity of the battle far exceeded people's imagination.

Because, at this moment in the night sky, a large number of scarlet "meteor showers" appeared, penetrating the clouds with blinding rays, pouring down on a large scale.

"That's blood rain!"

The blood rain resembled meteors, and every drop of blood rumbled, exploding the night fog, illuminating the heavens and earth in a crimson glow as it fell in clusters.

However, none of the blood rain meteors landed; they all burned out in mid-air.

Boom!

The clouds exploded, and people saw, outside this world, in the place where fierce gusts of wind could disperse consciousness spiritual light, two figures resembling proud suns shattered.

The two divine beings, carrying their weapons, perished with their opponents.

Their battle was so intense that they struck with deadly blows, disassembled an unknown number of times, deciding victory and life and death in the shortest possible time!

"Master Uncle Ye!" Leng Mingkong shouted, leaping into the sky, reaching out to catch the last red "meteor," his face slightly trembling.

Before he matured, he had received great kindness from this Ancestor Master.

The red "meteor" dimmed, nearing combustion, emitting Master Uncle Ye's last whisper: "I still remember when I was young, seeking immortality and enlightenment, my parents tearfully watched me leave, a white crane leading the way into the Mountain Sect, my benevolent master with graying temples gently patting my head, my senior sister weaving the Silver Silkworm Treasure Robe for me by hand... those cherished moments, the hardest to hold onto, it's better to return."

The remains of the "meteor" exploded, disappearing completely.

In the Western Territory, both camps fell silent, no one spoke, and there was no noise; thus, two supreme masters perished in battle, disappearing permanently.

Until immortal fog surged, an old Ancestor Master from Esoteric Buddhism who was thought to have sat in meditation for years appeared, his divine body aged, silently pointing at the demon camp, then he took the lead to charge into the clouds.

In the Demon Clan camp, indeed there was no lack of Demon Gods, a tall figure soared up, disappearing into the pitch-black sky.

In an instant, the night sky was torn apart, terrible streaks of blood light appeared, and the two towering figures unleashed all their techniques, exploding multiple times, dissolving amidst the light rain.

The Demon God calmly spoke: "When I and others wither, the Demon Clan's supreme treasure will return on its own, nine destined Heavenly Demons may witness the Supreme True Scripture in their consciousness sea."

He seemed to be prophesying, very certain this event would happen.

The night sky dimmed again, the two figures thoroughly dissipated.

And the old Ancestor Master from Esoteric Buddhism never spoke, leaving no final words in the world.

Both camps remained immensely silent, quietly observing everything.

Everyone realized that the Ancestor Master's notion of locking the upper limit and adding little to lifespan wasn't empty talk; such human gods and demon gods were not much different, exhaustedly fighting to the end, neither could stay in the world.

Immediately, the Heavenly Light became so intense that people couldn't open their eyes, an eye-piercing Big Sun spanned the sky, like the sun of the old era reappearing in the human world.

"Master!" the present Buddha shouted, usually speaking little, now chasing after, wanting to fight on behalf of the master, telling his master he had such ability.

People naturally understood that it was the past Tathagata.

The thin figure in the Fierce Sun shook his head and said: "The significance of my existence is waiting for this day; this body only retains strength for one battle."

"Master you..."

The present Buddha saw, that aging body was covered in countless cracks, as if about to disassemble, continually emitting Heavenly Light Force from the gaps.

The past Tathagata whispered: "In my generation, three senior brothers were more gifted than I, but they all followed your Ancestor Master to practice that Heavenly Light Technique..."

In the distance, Qin Ming knew, he must be referring to Silk Scripture!

The past Tathagata sighed: "They told me to look after the house, yet I failed to fulfill the entrusted task, hundreds of years ago, several junior brothers perished in front of my very eyes on Shenshang Plain, alas!"

He informed: "In my later years, I couldn't resist, and in the end also went to study that Heavenly Light Technique, failing to fully replicate it led to disassembly."

The present Buddha instantly understood why his master was full of cracks, this was an aged body forcibly reassembled, lying dormant for years just waiting for one chance to strike.

The past Tathagata said: "The future direction of Newborn Road, from my shallow understanding, perhaps should be explored deep within the body, your talent exceeds mine, you can grasp this yourself, not necessarily fully trusting my words."

Then, the decrepit old man suddenly like an unsheathed Heavenly Blade, radiated fiercely, boundless Heavenly Light illuminating the ten directions, said: "The old monster from Thunder Cloud Cave, and the old monster from Changsheng Temple, both come!"

Both camps were taken aback; this old man intended to challenge both?

"If you don't come, I'll go kill you myself!" the past Tathagata said.

Without a sound, two demon gods appeared, sneering continuously; if two against one, they might survive without mutual destruction.

"Master!" The present Buddha wished to assist.

The past Tathagata waved his hand, his broad sleeve billowing, soaring to the sky, "You return, this is my destiny, to resolve the cause from four hundred and fifty years ago."

With a massive boom, the night sky shattered completely, blood rain like a rainbow, weaving through the long night, quickly disappearing cleanly.

The three figures ascending vanished, never to appear again.

Such an outcome made both camps, human and demon, feel their hearts stagnate, unable to breathe.

A moment later, deep in Shenshang Plain, a dragon-shaped demon god with three heads appeared, terrifying cyan clouds surged violently, dragon roars echoed through heaven and earth, cleaving open the night sky, already leaping above Nine Heavens.

In the Demon Clan camp, the beings of Qing Jiao Palace were shaken; they immediately realized, it must be an ancient green flood dragon, unknown when it became a god, and they were unaware.

Moreover, it turned out to be a three-headed flood dragon, likely more powerful than ordinary flood dragon gods!

On Ye State's side, an old woman appeared, leaning on a cane, walking with difficulty.

Various Ancestor Masters pondered, having never seen her before, they didn't know which path she belonged to, remaining unknown for so many years.

As she ascended step by step, her shriveled body began to glow, gradually becoming full of vitality, her gray hair turning into black tresses.

In an instant, she reverted from old age to youth, after reversing through her years, she turned out to be unparalleled in beauty, her elegance surpassing even Jiang Ran, Li Qingyue, Zhao Qingcheng from Immortal Seed and Divine Seed.

Her cane disassembled, inside revealing a snow-bright long sword held in her snow-white hand.

The woman who had regained her youth smiled brilliantly, subsequently soaring to the heavens.

The night shattered, endless sword light erupted, people saw, that peerlessly beautiful woman lifted the long sword in her hand, slicing down three colossal flood dragon heads.

While the flood dragon's claws tearing apart her body.

Both reassembled repeatedly, then shattered again and again, finally gradually extinguishing.

At the last moment, the peerlessly beautiful woman looked back, her voice magnetic, her tone calm, said: "Goodbye, world!"

Weekend break for a chapter, tonight's update concluded, thank you to all book friends, wish everyone a pleasant holiday.