I Am the Fated Villain - Chapter 1585

Chapter 1572: The Tombkeeper’s Recovery, Absolute Chance, Ten Thousand Years of Conspiracy, Today (1)

The depths of the ancient civilization ruins were completely shattered into pieces, and even the traces that had once existed had completely disappeared, directly evaporated, leaving nothing behind. The other end of the path of light leading to the heavens was filled with layers of cracks, terrifying cracks spread across it, countless billions of them.

Each step of the stairs was twisting and collapsing, like a disintegrating spirit, like collapsing mountains and rivers, following the terrifying tides of the sun and moon, they shattered like flowing fire, sand and gravel fragments, scattering in all directions.

This aura fluctuated continuously, striking into layer upon layer of space-time turbulence and void, shocking the entire Shang Mang realm. Countless living beings and cultivators were trembling in fear.

“Even if it is the remains of the Samsara Great God, it is not simple, relying on this kind of method, it has never been broken through…”
Confucius said to himself, not caring about Tuoba Hong’s outcome, his gaze still indifferent.

Obviously, just now Tuoba Hong’s desperate cry was not a shout, the ancestor in his mouth had a different appearance.
“Ancestor, how should our clan deal with this next?”
A voice came from beside the Confucian Ancestor.

The ten great realms rose and fell, like ten extremely bright beams of light, surrounding him. Each great realm had countless Confucian righteous energy flowing through it, covering him. The ten Lu Jin level disciples also protected him, supporting him like a Human Ancestor God, high above.

“The big picture has been decided, there is no way to change this, this will be all or nothing.”
The Confucian Ancestor replied to his clansmen, his eyes once again fixed on the Ancient Treasure Civilization site.

Only to see in that completely evaporated Ancient Treasure Civilization ruins, probing down to the white bone giant hand, met with that Dao Emperor like sun rune bombardment, as if was directly pierced by a sharp sword.
In the boundless vast palm, directly appeared a tiny black hole.

Immediately after that, the black hole continued to expand, spreading out like a spider web around the perimeter, instantly covering the entire giant white bone hand.

But even though it was like this, that white bone giant hand had never dissipated or disintegrated, still maintaining its complete shape, attracting the great dao storm, still probing towards the place where Confucianism was established.
“Soul, soul, return, Great God of Samsara, when will you be able to wake up?”

Seeing this scene, the Confucian Ancestor’s expression remained indifferent, not moving an inch, his words filled with sighs.
The next moment, a trace of madness crossed his eyes, this did not match his elegant demeanor, even appearing as if he was possessed.

“The absolute opportunity, the endless plot of the years, is here today.”
“Old Ancestor, I will help you.”
Ancestor shouted loudly.
Boom! ! !
The words fell, like the beginning of Chaos, the silence of eternity.

Above his head, a small pale light appeared, it looked like a True Dragon, and also like an Immortal Emperor, with a Black Tortoise crying miserably, a White Tiger roaring, many divine forms evolving, one after another ancient Innate race groups appeared, reenacting their evolutionary changes, vast and majestic ancient history.

The pale light spread out, like a painting on a book, a series of doors appeared and disappeared, this was the ancient history of countless Xiantian clan civilizations.

From each entrance, a ray of extremely brilliant light rushed out. Those were supreme treasures, the crystallization of civilizations, and the representatives of the pinnacle and wisdom of the past eras. From each rising and falling ray of light, there were Bagua mirrors, bronze lamps, seven-treasure trees, cloud scarves, sabers, swords, spears, hammers, axes, hooks, bells, cauldrons, furnaces… A total of 108 different supreme treasures flew out.

Each and every one of these treasures emitted boundless light, representing the boundless and endless, without end or end, without cause or effect, filled with all sorts of unimaginable things. Within them, there were even the primitive forms of civilization treasures permeating the air.

One must know that the birth year of these treasures is even more ancient. At that time, there were no blueprints for civilization’s treasures. It can be said that for a civilization to forge such a treasure, it was the condensation of all its wisdom, luck, and ability.

But such a treasure, the Confucian Patriarch actually had about 108 of them in his hands. At this moment, all the living beings and cultivators who saw this scene were shocked.
The next moment, a scene that all living beings never expected happened again.

Even though they were far away in the Heaven Punishment Alliance, seeing all of this, the Lord of the Gou, the Lord of the Force, and the others couldn’t help but be startled and extremely shocked.
“What does he want to do?”
The old man of the Forgotten Immortal couldn’t help but be shocked.

Only saw 108 pieces of supreme treasure floating, like 108 super multi-dimensional universes, expanding and shining, like bright rain, like the sky, even more like tomorrow.

Each and every treasure is interpreting a scene, transforming into the vast and majestic history of ancient civilizations, from birth, development, prosperity, peak, decline, exhaustion… All the processes are displayed.

These rivers covered layer upon layer, about 108 heads, simultaneously suppressing that giant white bone hand. In the process, these vast and majestic rivers of civilization exploded one after another, as if they were coming to an end from prosperity, completely and eternally silent.

Countless streams of light were like crystals, covering the falling wine, fluttering down, like a vast and boundless civilization’s rain, majestic yet truly sorrowful. Obviously, the Confucian Ancestor was extremely heartless, directly sacrificing 108 of his innermost treasures, just for this supreme blow.
Boom! ! !

A drop of civilization wine fell on that terrifying sieve, filled with tiny holes.
The white bone’s huge hand was so heavily injured that it couldn’t help but tremble and swing, but it was already powerless and continued to pounce down.
“Wuwuwu…”

At the depths of the Ancient Treasure Civilization ruins, at the end of the light path that led to the heavens, an even greater and more violent shaking came, shaking the heavens and shaking the earth, and some kind of ancient and painful sobbing sound rang out.

This voice was like the Ancestor Demon’s soft lament, and also like the crying of an immortal, penetrating through ancient history, stirring up the long river of time, causing a region of the Great Universe and distant time-space to stir up terrifying great storms.

Countless living beings and cultivators trembled, filled with fear as they looked towards that place. Swoosh! ! !
Another white bone hand emerged from there, easily tearing the sky apart, as if tearing apart a piece of torn paper, revealing a terrifying black hole, endless silence, piercing through nothingness.

“Woo woo woo…”

The choking and painful sounds grew louder and louder, and countless chaotic light mists surged from that place, as if a piece of heaven and earth had been reopened. Pieces of cosmic bones seemed to be rushing out like a tidal wave, and rolling mists enveloped them, like a broken galaxy, rushing towards the Four Seas and Eight Desolations.

All the supreme beings were alarmed, and were shaken to the core.
An unimaginable aura that seemed to truly… transcend the true path domain, and not just one half step into it, filled the air from this place.

Within that towering mist, an unimaginably tall and majestic figure was slowly standing up. It seemed to have been in deep sleep for trillions of years, its entire body covered in Chaos matter, making it impossible to see clearly.

Because of its single movement, the other end of the path of light that connected the True Land to the heavens was rapidly collapsing and twisting, each step flying and falling continuously, scattering to the four directions of the star field.

Looking at this scene, the normal characters at the end of the road couldn’t help but feel a wave of fear.
“The Great God of Samsara, no, it should be the tomb keeper of that road, it actually recovered…”

“What do you people want to do, just to wake up this tomb keeper?”!

[End of This Chapter.]