The great wind swept past, dispersing the grey mist illuminated by the scarlet blood moon. In the void, the great tombs of unknown beings stood erect.
Tomb after tomb was buried in the void, like desiccated, silent universes, exuding a profound sense of death, coldness, and dread.
Various grand vistas were reflected, interweaving the past of the grey primal origin, and even depicting that terrifying great war.
That battle transcended all known comprehension, a terrifying conflict beyond the level of Ancestor Gods.
Amidst the tremors of the grey great earth, a rhythmic ebb and flow gradually emerged, as if a living being were breathing. With each exhalation and inhalation, infinite terrifying phenomena manifested, and grand vistas that later arrivals feared and were wary of descended.
"Come out, stop playing these coy games."
Mu Changqing spoke coldly, his gaze sweeping, erupting with boundless radiance, displaying astonishing power, instantly clearing away all bizarre grand vistas.
At his command, the great world trembled, and strangeness receded.
From the far, far distance, beyond the horizon.
The great mist dispersed, accompanied by a resounding roar.
A rolling army advanced. Their bodies were humanoid, their pupils a dull grey, their hair withered yellow. Their auras were difficult to quantify by specific realms, yet each was incredibly powerful and terrifying.
These were the native beings of the grey primal origin, the most primitive origin races.
Origin runes flickered between their bones and flesh. From their pores, they inhaled and exhaled in unison, constantly transforming.
Mu Changqing watched this all with a detached gaze, his expression growing increasingly grim and cold.
His killing intent, subtly revealed, transformed into streaks of winding light that traversed heaven, earth, time, and space, agitating eternal reincarnation.
The warp and weft patterns once again constructed a forbidden world, severing the eternal reincarnation and undying power of the grey primal origin.
Mu Changqing had long grown weary of this so-called immortality. Since these so-called origin beings loved immortality and lauded indestructibility,
Then Mu Changqing would show all beings in this world what the taboo of Burial Dao truly was.
From the distant horizon, the strange beings rolled forward, kicking up a torrent of dust, and arrayed themselves squarely before Mu Changqing.
They wore unified attire, their faces indistinguishable from humans, serene and eerie.
"Latercomer, you have set foot on the primal origin, desecrated the supreme creation. Do you know your crime?"
From the front, a figure stepped forward, like a divine ruler, and spoke indifferently.
Even though he could not discern Mu Changqing's aura at this moment, he held no fear.
For here, they were protected by the grey primal origin and bestowed with immortality.
Even if they died, they would revive again.
Mu Changqing's gaze turned cold. Such an arrogant attitude truly irked him.
"What? You send these little trinkets to deal with me? Do you look down on me? Or do you consider yourself invincible, unafraid of any variable?"
Mu Changqing raised his eyes to gaze at the unknown region, directly bypassing the countless strange beings before him, and spoke calmly.
However, Mu Changqing's words received no response.
Apart from the endless fury from the strange beings, there was nothing else.
"Damn it, how dare you..."
"Noisy!"
Suddenly, Mu Changqing roared, his hair flying, his dominant aura spreading to the distant horizon.
The entire firmament, where sun and moon mirrored each other, was instantly enveloped by purple warp and weft, severing it from the primal origin.
Mu Changqing descended into his own primal origin, creating genesis, and the birth and demise of all beings fell under his control.
No matter how bizarre or powerful you were,
As long as you were buried in Mu Changqing's world, all things would be irrecoverable.
"Since you refuse to appear, I shall bury them all."
His voice, filled with dominant authority, echoed through the heavens.
The countless strange beings, just then awakening from their immense shock, exchanged fearful glances.
They could naturally sense the severance of their connection with the grey primal origin.
This meant they were no longer immortal or eternally indestructible.
"No... what is happening? Why is our connection with the primal origin severed? It's as if a new great era has arrived, replacing the grey primal origin."
The strange beings roared in terror, panic emerging.
In the next moment, the warp and weft patterns resonated, interweaving into boundless divine light of order, descending from the heavens, carrying Mu Changqing's infinite heavenly might.
That terrifying power was like a scene of apocalypse, the sky collapsing.
An invisible giant hand, obscuring the sun and shielding the earth, descended, directly burying all the strange beings in a single strike.
Dust swirled, like the ebb and flow of the tide. When the dust settled, all beings had returned to silence.
Mu Changqing's expression remained unchanged. These mere strange beings were merely some trinkets created by the grey primal origin, of no significance.
At this very moment, the scarlet blood moon's radiance intensified, enveloping the land.
The astonishing blood-red light shot into the sky, tearing apart the grey great tombs, as large as universes, buried in the void.
Across all realms and time-spaces, infinite darkness descended.
It caused the void of the grey primal origin to crack open. Blood flowers bloomed one after another, suspended beneath the blood moon, appearing like endless great thousand worlds, orderly and emergent.
Boundless crimson rays emerged from the grey scorching sun, traversing billions of universes, descending to shield heaven and earth.
It was like the cape of some being, flickering with the faint glow of origin runes, carrying the aura of a supreme, creation-level lifeform.
*Bang bang bang!*
Faint heartbeats echoed. Innumerable great tombs converged, emitting streams of potent blood qi.
That terrifying sight was utterly inconceivable, impossible for anyone to believe.
Under the convergence of the great tombs, it actually formed the body of a certain being.
The faint blood qi emitted could easily create primordial epochs and sever any comprehensible space.
The crimson light erupted once more, cleaving through the sky, reflecting the scene of a blood sea churning.
In the blood sea, a drop of blood was a desolate great universe. A single blood-red wave was the alternation of an era.
*Rumble!*
Even though the sky here was immense, vast and boundless, where dust was equivalent to universes.
Compared to that figure, it appeared extraordinarily insignificant.
It was as if this firmament could not contain his true form.
A colossal body, transcending the concept of time and space.
That figure was reviving, awakening.
As his eyes opened and closed, the grey heavens directly exploded, and instantly, eternity fell under his control, merely a fleeting thought of his.
"Who is it? Disturrbing my slumber."
Roaring divine pronouncements echoed, countless times more terrifying than the splitting of heaven and earth.
With each inhalation and exhalation, every air molecule transformed into a complete great universe, at its whim, giving rise to and perishing.
Such terrifying scenes made the battles of innate beings seem as childish and laughable as children's fights in comparison to his casual breathing.
Mu Changqing watched this scene quietly, feeling no fear because of it.
For beings of this level were truly his worthy opponents.
The being constructed from great tombs patted its head, its gaze falling upon Mu Changqing. It paused for what felt like an eternity.
"Somewhat familiar. Are you the latest variable? If you have come here, then the grey ancient road must have collapsed."
Suddenly, the colossal figure's gaze wavered. Under its perception, a flicker of surprise crossed its face, before it returned to its indifferent demeanor.
"So that's it. The so-called familiarity... it's you, old friend. You've returned."