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

"The past, the future, and the present are all illusions. With just a thought, I can reach any era. Death and rebirth are all the same. To die is also to revive...!"

The lingering sound lingered in the air, then disappeared again.

The heaven and earth resonated, and the worlds kept ringing, as if they were seeing off the ancestor spirit, and as if they were welcoming him back.

After the ancestor spirit completed the ritual of self-sacrifice, the void returned to deathly silence, leaving only the rolling fog and Mu Changqing's brilliant and blazing body standing.

"Future, past, present?"

Mu Changqing murmured.

The method of offering sacrifices to the ancestral gods and spirits is indeed different from that to the ancestral gods and demons.

This is a more extreme and more taboo method.

The ancestral gods and demons only sacrificed all living beings and external objects.

As for the ancestral gods, they completely sacrificed all their own principles and laws.

This method is too terrifying and too extreme.

Perhaps, this method can break the shackles from the gray ancestor and achieve true transcendence.

But it was obtained at the cost of life.

Even if he really killed Mu Changqing, he himself would find it difficult to revive and would be completely silent forever.

Of course, the ancestor spirit intends to burn his boats and leave no way out.

If he really defeats Mu Changqing, he will be able to obtain everything from Mu Changqing, revive again, and become the only supreme being.

"You have good courage, but you seem to have underestimated me!"

Mu Changqing shook his head and spoke calmly to himself.

He didn't think that he could be defeated by relying on the method of high sacrifice.

At this moment, the dead silent void was once again stirred up by inexplicable ripples.

In the endless darkness, in the distant years.

A vague outline slowly emerged.

The ancestral spirit sacrificed itself and revived again from extinction.

There were light footsteps, and a blurry figure so huge that its end was unknown walked through the sky and came to the dead silent place.

In a moment, he crossed over endless time and space and returned to the world.

"I have returned and broken free from the shackles. This feels so good...!"

The whispering sound resonated among all the worlds and reached the ears of Mu Changqing and the other ancestral gods.

All around him, boundless ancestral light reaches up into the sky, illuminating the past and present times.

His expression was indifferent, and he looked at Mu Changqing calmly.

The fighting spirit in his body was surging, like the clouds rising from the bottom of a thousand-foot-high mountain, rising continuously, hitting the sky and shaking the eternity.

"Mu Changqing, this battle will not end until one dies."

The ancestor spirit spoke indifferently, and his voice shook the gray ancestral source.

The other ancestral gods felt something and looked into the distance into an unknown land, but they could not find any trace of the two.

"Damn spirit, why do you want to isolate yourself from all deductions and hide yourself? Do you want to keep the method of transcendence for yourself? Aren't you afraid of breaking your teeth?"

"Humph, that's funny. If you really go up against Mu Changqing, will you choose to reveal your whereabouts? That guy will definitely choose to use his ultimate backup plan, seal the heaven and earth, and fight to the death. If he fails, he will die."

Hearing this, the shadowy figure remained silent.

As an ancestor god, he naturally possesses his own dignity as a strong man.

Among the strong men who have suppressed the world for endless years, who does not have the ultimate back-up plan, and who would be afraid of death?

They are seeking transcendence, and also on the path of spiritual practice, they are seeking the ultimate transformation, replacing their ancestors and becoming the only supreme being.

"Alas, that makes sense. This is the only way to transcend, and this is the last chance. Who would choose to share? Otherwise, when the seven ancestors gathered together, they would have surrounded and killed him.

"We have no choice. If I were to face him alone, I would also choose to go all out. After all... time is running out. He will wake up soon."

As he spoke, another hazy figure looked towards a distant place, and seemed to be looking into the depths of the gray ancestral fog.

There was a hint of fear in his expression.

Hearing this, the other shadowy figure remained silent.

After a long time, he sighed softly.

"Forget it, why force it? If Ling succeeds, perhaps we will be fine, but we will lose the chance to transcend."

"Life and death are meaningless to us."

Shaking his head, the hazy figure took a step forward and disappeared on the spot.

…

At this moment, the ancestor spirit lost all emotions and his face became extremely indifferent.

He just slowly raised his hand, with the world in his palm.

As his palm fell, purple mist filled the space between heaven and earth, which was separated by his power that surpassed that of the Ancestral God, creating a vacuum.

"Destroy all worlds with your palm and suppress them!"

The ancestor spirit spoke calmly and suppressed all the worlds with one hand.

Kill towards Mu Changqing!

Mu Changqing raised his head and looked at the giant palm that was coming towards him, carrying the power of all the worlds and surpassing the power of the ancestor gods.

The terrifying pressure annihilated all matter in the void, and the worlds rose and fell in its palm.

It seems slow, but it is so fast that it transcends the concept of time and space.

"Very strong. If I had met you before you transformed, I might not have been able to do anything to you."

Mu Changqing spoke and praised.

Then he waved his right hand, and his loose sleeves fluttered in the wind.

He waved towards the giant palm that covered the sky and the sun.

In an instant, the purple ancestral origin shook, and the thick fog that was about to drip water surged out and rushed towards the sky.

The sky was filled with thick fog, enveloping the new ancestor Yuan Weili.

The giant palm covers the world, but it cannot escape its gray ancestral essence.

At the moment of collision, boundless fairy light burst out, so extreme that it was impossible to look directly at it.

The sound of the collision was so powerful that it caused all the worlds and all spaces to fall silent and lose all sound.

The residual power spread in all directions, and except for the two, all derivative things instantly fell silent.

The horrific storm caused Mu Changqing's thick black hair to fly backwards, but his body stood still without moving.

"Not strong enough, I'll add more fuel to the fire."

Mu Changqing spoke indifferently, rolled up his sleeves, and pointed his palms in claw shape, aiming at the depths of the purple ancestral origin.

Endless longitude and latitude are felt, breaking through the darkness.

The amount of brilliance was innumerable, like a shooting star, gathering into a sword that could suppress all worlds and fell into Mu Changqing's hands.

From the beginning to the end, Mu Changqing liked to use the sword the most.

If there is no need for a reason, it is... handsome!

The ancestor god felt something and his face turned slightly cold.

Direct thoughts evolve into vast scenes of flowers, grass and plains, which float majestically above all worlds.

"Suppress the world!"

Between those vast plains of flowers and grass that were so vast that the other side was invisible, the ancestral light turned into chains, connecting and converging to form a terrifying killing field that suppressed the world.

The brilliant ancestral pattern binds all time and space around it.

Endless power and dazzling colors directly hit Mu Changqing's body.

Mu Changqing's eyes opened and closed, and the power of his ancestors flowed.

He slashed through the space with a sword, and endless fog disappeared.

As the sword light grew farther and farther away, the immortal light of all worlds burst out, like the flowers of time, exploding one after another with a loud bang.

Infinite power roared, it was the most shocking sword light, even a tiny trace of it could cut off the past and future and turn a page in ancient history.

The strange substance poured out from the sword, devouring the killing field created by the flowers and grass plains.

The purple ancestor felt it and vibrated again.

The rolling fog diffused out, inexhaustible, vast and majestic, never to be exhausted.

Like a torrent of the world, it rushes against the heavens, making the sword light eternal and immortal.

"If this is the only means, then it's time to end it."

Mu Changqing spoke calmly, as domineering as ever, looking down on the world, attracting worldwide attention, and having no rivals.