Burial of Heaven: I am the Emperor, breaking the taboo and returning to the heavens

Ling looked at Mu Changqing's brilliant figure and fell into silence again for a moment.

Powerless!!!

For the first time, he felt a sense of powerlessness in the face of those who would come after him, the living beings of future generations.

After a long moment, he sighed and spoke slowly.

"That forbidden thing actually created a monster like you... No, that's not right. All of this ultimately depends on you. You yourself are an incomprehensible monster throughout the ages."

Ling showed a bitter smile, he never thought that he, one of the masters of creation, would actually call others monsters, how ironic it was.

But he had to admit that the shock Mu Changqing brought to him was too great, so great that it could not be expressed in words.

He originally thought that the Zuyuan he imitated might not be as good as the real Zuyuan.

But in terms of numbers, perhaps this gap can be made up infinitely, or even reach a crushing level.

But the reality is cruel. The real ancestor is too terrifying and beyond the imagination of the ancestor god.

Even the millions of flower and grass plains created by imitating the gray ancestor are useless.

Mu Changqing watched this scene calmly, without much emotion in his heart.

Only by truly being in the ancestral origin and becoming one with it, can one know how powerful it is.

Now, he has become the real ancestor, and his fear and vigilance towards the gray ancestor has reached an unprecedented peak state.

Ancestor is the beginning, the creator of all things in the world.

The so-called ancestral gods, although not created by them, are also derived from them.

It is just like when planting crops, there will be many useless weeds that eat up nutrients and affect the growth of crops.

The ancestral gods, on the other hand, are far more terrifying than weeds. They are derived from similar crops with flaws.

Even the similar crops derived from it are so terrifying, so one can imagine how powerful and terrifying the original body is.

As for the Burial Sky Bead, it is equivalent to a brand new crop seed.

It needs people to carefully water it, cultivate it, make it grow, and turn it into new crops.

Today, the purple ancestor is reborn, just like crops that have just broken through the soil, it is thriving and in great need of nutrition.

The best source of nutrition is naturally to kill the weeds and crops that are derived from the gray ancestors, place them under the soil, and turn them into nutrients.

As for Mu Changqing's ancestral origin, it is based on the Burial Sky Beads, and the model is constructed by the purple longitude and latitude of heaven and earth. His own myriad perceptions are the starting point of the laws, his soul is the ancestral consciousness, and his body is constructed by the ancestral earth...!

Therefore, where his body is is his ancestral origin.

Mu Changqing looked at the somewhat dejected ancestor god, and that look made the ancestor god feel uncomfortable all over.

It's like the gaze of a hunter when he's hunting, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

Both of them regarded each other as prey and developed greed in their hearts.

The difference is that Mu Changqing covets nutrients, while the ancestral spirit covets Mu Changqing's ancestral origin.

After a moment, Mu Changqing flicked his sleeves and the thick fog surrounding him dissipated.

With his thick, crystal-clear black hair moving with his body and his majestic figure, he is now the controller of all conscious creatures in the world, possessing invincible self-confidence and the momentum to crush everything in the world.

"Ling, as the first ancestor god to be buried in my hands, I can give you a chance to perform my final trick and let you witness the true power of the ancestor and fall in the utmost splendor."

Mu Changqing spoke calmly, as always, giving these respectable opponents a decent death.

Upon hearing this, the ancestor spirit sneered, and it was unclear whether he was mocking Mu Changqing's arrogance or mocking himself for making mistakes at every step.

After a pause, he looked reluctantly at the flower and grass plain spine in his hand and murmured.

"I really can't bear to leave you. After all, you have been accompanying me for countless years since I gained consciousness."

"You are my hard work and my only support!"

As he spoke, the ancestor spirit gently stroked the spine of the flower and grass plain that was as white as jade and constantly reflected the glory of the ancestor of creation, with nostalgia and complex emotions in his eyes.

The aura around him became brighter and brighter at this moment, and he had completely stepped into the pinnacle of the level of the Ancestral God. He kept pushing towards the end of the road, trying to break through that barrier and completely transcend.

Unfortunately, at the end of this road, there is a gray ancestral origin blocking the way ahead, which becomes an obstacle for practitioners of all ages.

No matter how powerful and terrifying you are, including the seven ancestral gods, you cannot cross the mountain of Gray Ancestral Origin.

"Sacrifice everything and everything, seek the ultimate transformation, fight to the end, if you don't live, then you will die."

The ancestor spirit spoke in a very soft voice, so soft that it seemed as if he was talking to himself.

The sound is heavy, so heavy that it resonates with the past and present times, the heavens and the earth.

An indescribable domain surged out like ripples.

At first, it was like a small stone falling into calm water, causing ripples to spread out, growing bigger and more terrifying.

Finally, the sky turned upside down, and the sound of huge waves hitting the sky resounded through the void like a huge bell of heaven and earth.

Mu Changqing watched this scene calmly, his brows slightly raised. The ancestor behind him was constantly improving and growing.

The longitude and latitude lines extended to the distant future, and creatures of the great world were born one by one, but were buried and destroyed in an instant, turning into nutrients for the growth of the ancestor.

"The method of the great sacrifice? As expected, they are of the same origin, and are similar to the methods of the ancestral gods and demons."

Mu Changqing muttered to himself, with his hands behind his back, standing alone in the world with a tall and majestic figure, waiting quietly.

At this moment, sacrificial Buddhist sounds were heard everywhere, and in an instant, from an endlessly distant place, a wisp of green smoke slowly rose up, penetrating through time and space.

The ancestor spirit calmed the aura around him and once again transformed into the appearance of a supreme god who was indifferent to all living beings.

He looked at Mu Changqing indifferently, threw the flower and grass plain spine into the sky, received the green smoke, and slowly spoke.

"Mu Changqing, I will sacrifice all my Dao fruits. One of you and I must die."

The ancestor spirit understood that it would be impossible to defeat Mu Changqing without a desperate transformation in the ultimate battle. This was also his only chance.

"Really? I'm looking forward to it too. Your nutrients are mature enough and will be more effective."

Hearing this, the ancestor spirit did not care. His expression became more sacred and pious, and he whispered.

Endless runes of the Supreme Ancestor flowed out, and the sacrifice began.

"I offer my body, my soul, and my Dharma as sacrifices to seek transcendence. A moment of eternity is enough."

The murmuring sound stopped, and all the worlds, endless power from the sky poured out.

The ancestral glory is bright and brilliant, like the blazing sun in the dark, illuminating the world.

The green smoke merged into the spine of the flower and grass plain, penetrating through layer by layer, overturning all the land of the flower and grass plain, and directly drilling through it, disintegrating all the ways and laws of the ancestral gods.

The ancestor spirit shattered his endless years of planning, turning it completely into bits of sacrifice in order to gain a chance of transcendence.

His body gradually became blurred, and finally, like a transparent shadow, it was about to be wiped out from this world.

The wind blew violently, dispersing the smoke from cooking fires across the sky.

The power that made the heaven and earth tremble emerged, and the supreme power that could easily threaten the ancestral god level came to the world.