Mu Changqing did not stop his actions; he intended to annihilate all sentient beings.
Even if you were a primordial creator god, a master of all beings,
You were merely a being of consciousness. As long as one was powerful enough, one could still bury the heavens.
Mu Changqing struck again, pursuing the threads of causality and fate, targeting the unknown strands with his attacks.
His sword light dispersed into an infinite expanse, relentlessly grinding down any opportunity for the primordial demon to revive.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
At this moment, the gray primordial land, which had been shattered, instantly reformed, returning to its original state.
Simultaneously, a scarlet figure, standing tall against the heavens, also revived.
The primordial demon returned once more from the dead silence, reappearing in the gray primordial land.
His expression was cold, his eyes holding a trace of apprehension, but more so, an immense battle intent.
"Hahahaha, good, Mu Changqing, you are too strong, too terrifying. I admit that among all conscious beings across the realms, you have already reached the pinnacle."
After a brief pause, an illusion of the gray primordial land descended behind the primordial demon, and ancient, majestic Daoist sounds reverberated through the cosmos.
Suddenly, a faint blood-red light spread like clouds in the void of dead silence.
Innumerable strange material energies poured forth, all temporal causality shifted, flowing backward to the very beginning.
It was as if the origin of all things was not a prosperous era, but the source of bizarre darkness.
A heavy, oppressive, and bizarre power was resurrected from the ancient era, descending upon the present world.
That power radiated from the heavens, spanning across past, present, and future, all eras, all realms.
It seemed to shatter all tangible matter, annihilating all sentient beings of consciousness.
Mu Changqing slowly raised his gaze, looking towards the infinite, distant sky. The entire sky of the gray primordial land seemed to transform into a void-like bubble, becoming thinner and thinner, as if the sky were about to vanish from existence.
Upon its descent, all realms trembled. In any time and space, all beings felt a profound unease.
Myriad illusions danced and manifested, and even across infinite distances, that power still revealed a grand and boundless terrifying aura.
Immediately after, the primordial demon spoke again, his expression growing colder and more serious.
"But no matter how powerful you are, in the gray primordial land, you cannot kill me. This is a destined outcome, one you cannot change."
As soon as the words fell, the myriad illusions of the heavens flowed rapidly, evolving into a colossal, awe-inspiring tomb.
This tomb was extremely bizarre, its overflowing evil aura emanating as if it were the very source of evil at the moment when all things began to divide into good and evil.
Ancient and mysterious, it floated majestically above the gray primordial land.
Upon seeing this, Mu Changqing's body tensed slightly, a hint of astonishment flashing in his eyes.
This aura, unexpectedly, made him feel a sense of annihilation, similar to the Burial Heaven Bead.
"Mu Changqing, do you truly believe that we, who have created countless primordial eras and nurtured infinite planes, did so merely for amusement? If you truly believe that, then you are greatly mistaken."
At this moment, the scarlet tomb emitted continuous blood-red threads, radiating into various temporal great worlds.
This was not just the primordial era where Mu Changqing resided, but every era, every epoch that the gray primordial land had created as a primordial universe.
The blood-red threads expanded and contracted, as if living beings were breathing.
"Creation was merely to break through the extreme of the path, to step into a new level. Therefore... accept the judgment from me."
As the icy voice faded, the primordial demon's colossal body roared, and dense blood mist erupted from his form, enveloping the scarlet tomb.
The most ancient and mysterious sounds began to resonate.
It was like a prayer, like a sacrifice, and even more like... self-immolation.
Above the scarlet tomb, amidst the chaotic timestreams, scenes of beings from various planes appeared.
At this moment, they knelt piously, murmuring mysterious and ancient incantations.
No matter how powerful you are, how terrifying, or even if you are predestined, the favored son of a plane, the master of the primordial universe, transcending everything, the creator of universes through intent that overlooks time...
All sentient beings known, all conscious beings who have left their mark in the annals of time, now transformed into devout believers.
"As expected, of the same origin...!"
Mu Changqing murmured to himself, his body tensing. As dense purple mist surged from his mouth, his long sword was held before his chest.
This would be the most powerful battle known to all realms, past, present, and future.
At this moment, a cold, emotionless voice came from the primordial demon again.
"In this glorious era, across all heavens and universes, all that is known, all sentient beings of consciousness, regardless of strength or weakness, shall return to the primordial land, offering themselves as sacrifice to aid me. Rise!"
As the voice fell, all realms fell silent.
In the dead silence of all realms, faint sounds of sacrifice began to emerge.
Subsequently, the sounds grew louder and louder, resonating from various eras and planes, converging to form the most terrifying and powerful sacrificial chorus of all heavens.
Sacrificing all beings... this was true sacrifice of all beings.
The primordial demon had actually sacrificed the protagonists of various eras, the destined ones of all planes.
Even if you achieved immortality, eternal indestructibility, looked down upon all beings, and ruled over time... you were now uncontrollably turned into an offering.
This was because... all beings in all realms cultivated the system created by the gray primordial land.
Therefore, you could not escape the control of the gray primordial land; all returned to the primordial land.
You might have believed you destroyed the dark source of your plane, transformed into a peerless expert, and suppressed all ages.
At this moment, you were merely a slightly larger ant, offered as a sacrifice by the primordial demon, becoming a wisp of power for his body.
"This lunatic has actually initiated the great sacrifice ahead of time, sacrificing all beings."
"Heh, he was always a warmonger. Now that he has been defeated by Mu Changqing, how could he be reconciled?"
"No need to worry. They are mere beings. Once Mu Changqing is buried, we can plan again. It's just a matter of continuing to slumber."
Terrifying figures hidden in distant, unknown corners exchanged a few words before continuing to observe the unfolding events.
Mu Changqing sensed it, his body beginning to tremble. This was a familiar power, a power he craved.
Threads of blood began to flow within his pair of alluring purple eyes; the Burial Heaven Bead was emitting its fervent desire.
Although this was the fervent desire of the Burial Heaven Bead, it was Mu Changqing's body that was truly famished, truly craving.
This was because the Burial Heaven Bead had already transformed into his very being.
Mu Changqing looked at the increasingly brilliant scarlet light, the ancient and mysterious runes flowing on the blood-red tomb.
He involuntarily licked his lips, eager to seize the fruit of the primordial demon's sacrifice of all beings.
At this moment, the blood-red light reached its zenith.
On the immensely vast tomb, the blood-red patterns became clearer and more distinct.
Traces of similar great sacrifices that had occurred in unknown ancient eras were visible.
Indeed, one could faintly discern scenes from the past, though they were too blurred to discern clearly.
"Mu Changqing, come, let me feel if you can still resist the power of the great sacrifice."
As the primordial demon's icy voice concluded, the great sacrifice was completed.
Immense blood-red light surged into the sky, breaking through the firmament of the gray primordial land, tearing apart all dark spaces.
Various terrifying scenes from the past appeared, with dense figures emerging, attempting to break through the illusion and assault the present world.
"I have long awaited this battle. I am the Emperor of Burial, the one who buries the heavens, the earth, eternity... and... the origin of all things."
Mu Changqing roared, his expression cold and fanatical. With words of absolute dominance, imbued with the power to annihilate all, he commenced the ultimate battle.