Mu Changqing watched this scene indifferently, his heart unmoved.
The destinies of all beings were controlled by the strong.
And they, the most powerful Creation Lords of all realms,
were also beings controlled by that one, their destinies set, the only variable.
"Death is also liberation. When I bury all enemies, you will have no regrets."
Mu Changqing spoke calmly, and the phenomena around him receded.
The purple ancestral land had swallowed all the Dao fruits and laws of the Ancestral God Spirit.
It then merged into Mu Changqing's body, rapidly transforming and growing.
On the gray ancestral land, the primordial heaven's will and the human ancestor were nowhere to be seen.
They might have gone to the depths of the gray ancestral land, a place even the Ancestral Gods dared not tread.
Or perhaps...
The six Ancestral Gods watched the dissipating body of the Ancestral God Spirit, knowing he would never revive.
The so-called immortal, eternal, and unfading was always relative.
When a greater variable, a more terrifying powerhouse, appeared,
they, like all beings, could not escape annihilation.
"He's dead. This old guy ultimately failed."
"Alas, although we have fought and been wary of each other for countless eons, why do I feel sadness when he truly dies?"
The six Ancestral Gods now felt a sense of shared misfortune, their faces extremely complex.
Rumble!
Mu Changqing slowly turned, shaking the heavens and the boundless world.
Great Dao laws permeated the sky, followed by bursts of chaotic immortal light, and terrifying phenomena spread across all realms.
He looked down at the six Ancestral Gods, his face indifferent.
He paid no heed to their shared misfortune.
What he wanted was to bury these Ancestral Gods and turn them into nutrients for the ancestral land.
When the final existence revived, he would contend for the sole supreme position.
"My lords, do you intend to continue hiding, forcing me to find and eliminate you one by one, or will you choose to follow Ling, stake everything, and engage in a final battle?"
Mu Changqing clasped his hands behind his back, sweeping his gaze indifferently over the six Ancestral Gods standing in the boundless depths of the gray ancestral land.
At this time, the Ancestral God Demon had not fully recovered.
For beings at this level, if their origin was truly harmed, it would not be a matter of time to recover.
The six Ancestral Gods, separated by endless space-time, exchanged glances and fell silent.
The entire space was plunged into an unprecedented dead silence.
They understood that even if they attacked together, it would be difficult to bury Mu Changqing.
He had already taken that step and could not be completely killed.
Where his body was, there was the ancestral land.
Although Mu Changqing's ancestral land had not yet reached its peak, and even had hidden flaws,
the ancestral land was still the ancestral land, and it was impossible to resist.
The Ancestral God Spirit had sacrificed all his beings and all his laws to gain an opportunity for transcendence, yet he could not even harm Mu Changqing by a single bit.
This outcome was unbelievable, even unacceptable, to them.
"Let's fight. We have no other choice."
A blurred figure walked from a distant place, crossing endless space-time in a single step, appearing before Mu Changqing.
He was shrouded in perpetual light, his brilliance everlasting. His existence transcended the concepts of space-time and years.
The moment he appeared, the gray earth trembled, and the heavens and earth lost their light.
It was as if where he stood was the origin of all realms.
Unlike Ling and Mo, he was more like a creator, the beginning of the opening of heaven and earth.
"My name is Gu, I accept the challenge."
There were no earth-shattering roars, no heavenly might that shook the present and the past.
Only a calm word, expressing his determination, fearless of death.
"I've heard of you."
Although Mu Changqing did not know this Ancestral God, he still gave sufficient respect.
It was respect for a true powerhouse, with no reason or justification.
Then, another terrifying figure descended.
Divine radiance flowed, and his gaze was awe-inspiring.
"My name is Fa."
Still no unnecessary words, he stood above the gray ancestral land, his gaze calmly looking at Mu Changqing, his fighting spirit like a dam about to burst, ready to unleash.
The sky dimmed, and space trembled.
As darkness descended, the distant world instantly fell into a dead silence.
Rolling black mist churned, filling the heavens and earth.
The most ancient and sinister chill descended.
The dense black mist automatically parted to form a heavenly path, extending to Mu Changqing.
A colossal figure, shrouded in darkness, emerged. With each step he took, the ground he passed became a dark universe, a realm of dark stars.
After reaching a certain distance from Mu Changqing, he occupied a corner of the dark world and spoke calmly.
"My name is An!"
Mu Changqing surveyed the three Ancestral Gods who had appeared, his expression as placid as ever.
These beings were too terrifying, their aura surpassing everything, simply inconceivable.
It was hard for ordinary people to imagine what kind of existence could create darkness in one thought, all beings and all laws in one thought, and eternal silence in one thought...
Karma, destiny, heaven's will, great dao, laws, rules, years, eternity... all of it was but an illusionary bubble to them.
With a single thought, they could create everything knowable.
They had no gender, no category of beings, no concept of life and death, no concept of time and space, no concept of the cycle of years.
Because all the realms were their creation.
However, the gray ancestral land gave birth to them, and they created everything.
Surpassing all beings, no matter how rebellious or transcendent you were, you were still under their control.
Mu Changqing's fighting spirit was brewing, and his body was invigorating.
The madness in his eyes was about to be suppressed, a greed that they all sensed.
To fight against the most powerful beings in all realms, and then to destroy them at their peak, who wouldn't have fantasized about such a feat?
"A pleasure."
Mu Changqing revealed a faint smile and spoke calmly.
He was still waiting, waiting to see if the other Ancestral Gods had the courage to initiate the final battle.
As he spoke, the heavens and earth trembled, golden light shimmering and spreading everywhere.
A road interwoven with golden Dao patterns slowly appeared, extending from an unknown place.
The golden light was brilliant, and the patterns filled the sky, giving off a familiar feeling that surprised Mu Changqing.
He looked to the side and saw a golden figure, too grand to be described by words, striding through the sky.
He held a divine axe interwoven with golden patterns and strode forward.
It was as if he was walking, but he arrived here from the distant depths in a single step.
His hair, like molten gold, flew backward, and runes of the human Dao's peak circulated around him.
"Old friend, long time no see. My name is Ren."
The newcomer spoke with a faint smile, as if conversing with an old friend.
The two seemed to have known each other for countless eons, carrying an aura familiar to Mu Changqing.
Mu Changqing was truly surprised. He hadn't expected this guy to reach this point, nor had he expected it to be him.
"Should I call you Human Ancestor... or Ren?"
Mu Changqing greeted him with a smile, without any tension of an impending ultimate battle.
The Ancestral God Ren heard this and sighed, his face somewhat complex, and said,
"The Human Ancestor is Ren, and Ren is also the Human Ancestor. Does it matter?"
After a pause, he continued,
"However, there is a difference between the two. Although they are the same entity, the dominant consciousness is different."
Mu Changqing's brow twitched slightly, and he asked with interest,
"So, is the entity dominating this body Ren, or the Human Ancestor? Or, is the Human Ancestor merely a wisp of Ren's consciousness?"