Chapter 677, The Sword of the Primordial Realm
In the Fulong Domain.
A grand imperial city with a white jade staircase that seemed to lead to the heavens.
Countless armored soldier corpses piled up on the staircase, their blood staining the white jade steps red, flooding from the square all the way to the palace at the top.
Ancestral Cang sat at the palace entrance, gazing at the mountainous pile of corpses as if playing a game, twisting off their heads one by one and casually tossing them into his mouth like sunflower seeds.
Behind him.
On the dragon throne of the palace, Huo Longyuan sat silently, his head bowed, with only flickers of the last embers of life dancing in his dim eyes.
Beside him stood a pale-faced woman cradling a shivering little girl.
“Longyuan.”
Ancestral Cang leisurely remarked, treating the gigantic heads in his mouth as though they were peanuts: “Honestly, I’ve been quite merciful.”
“Just call Young Master Sang over, and I’ll spare your wife and child. It’s a pretty sweet deal if you ask me.”
“Even when Foolish Child knelt and cried, begging me for mercy so he could continue playing ‘Original Immortal’, I didn’t agree.”
“Are you sure you won’t reconsider?”
Huo Longyuan remained silent.
His hand gripped tightly around his wife’s hand, yet she could feel it growing colder and colder.
“You can’t kill him.”
Huo Longyuan stated calmly, “Even if he hasn’t remembered everything about the First Deity/Demon, you still can’t kill him.”
“Oh?” Ancestral Cang asked with interest, “Why are you so sure?”
“Because I don’t believe that the Primordial Deities would allow the rules of destruction to melt everything away.”
Huo Longyuan slowly shook his head: “You say that the power of the rules you’ve devoured has all been melted and reforged by your destruction rules, but what of it?”
“Your end will still be destruction. You’ll never see rebirth.”
Ancestral Cang chuckled.
He didn’t refute Huo Longyuan but instead got up and kicked aside a corpse like shooing away a stray dog.
“True.”
“Actually, I was lying to you. The destruction rules can indeed melt and obliterate other rules, but they cannot be reforged.”
“But… what’s the difference?”
“When the world is left only with destruction rules, what difference do I and the Primordial Deities have?” His smile carried a sinister twist.
Huo Longyuan fell silent.
He calmly held onto the woman behind him, asking seriously, “Are you scared?”
The woman nodded, then shook her head.
“Scared.”
“But meeting you, Your Majesty, is already luck enough.”
“I just regret…” The once little palace maid who used to hold a lamp for Huo Longyuan now smiled sweetly, as if in the bloom of youth, “I ultimately am not the queen you seek. I can’t replace her.”
“Yes.”
Huo Longyuan smiled as he gently caressed her cheek: “You aren’t her. You don’t need to be.”
“Those who have entered reincarnation are no longer here. I’ve been too obsessed all along.”
“I’m sorry. Though it’s a bit late.”
“But at least, for now, you are here as yourself—my queen, accompanying me in death.”
“Will you?”
“I will.” The little palace maid showed a blissful smile.
From afar, Ancestral Cang tutted, shaking his head: “Forget it. I’m no longer interested in tormenting you.”
“Longyuan, in fact, among all the deities and demons, you are the only one I regard highly.”
“You are inherently as arrogant and dismissive as I am. But you’ve always been too sentimental.”
“If it were possible, I would actually want to spare you.”
“Too bad…” His gaze darkened, “I need your rule’s power for my revenge plans.”
“If your primordial spirit reincarnates sooner, I’ll make sure you have a good rebirth.”
Huo Longyuan ignored him.
He simply gazed tenderly at his wife and daughter, quietly holding them close.
Ancestral Cang slowly raised his hand, a sense of obliteration leaking from his fingertips.
However,
In the next moment, his eyes flickered.
A sword aura swept across, as if cleaving the entire world in two.
A strong arrogance and hatred flashed across Ancestral Cang’s eyes, but it soon turned into a disinterested cold snort.
“… Oh. What a pity.”
“Just a clone, huh?”
Before him stood Young Master Sang in white, sword in hand, gazing at him.
“… Sorry, Your Majesty.”
Without turning back, he spoke to Huo Longyuan behind him: “I am late.”
Huo Longyuan frowned slightly: “You shouldn’t have revealed yourself. Not even as a clone.”
“Not an issue.”
Young Master Sang’s smile was relaxed and carefree: “A clone is enough.”
“Be careful, Ancestral Cang is no longer—”
Not giving Huo Longyuan a chance to finish, Ancestral Cang arrogantly snapped his fingers.
Young Master Sang’s expression turned slightly cold, his sword activating in the air.
As the sword light slashed through, the space in the entire domain seemed to split in two.
The half where Young Master Sang and Huo Longyuan stood remained as the ruined palace.
While on the other half, Ancestral Cang stood.
…now an endless void of primordial chaos.
“Primordial Realm?”
Ancestral Cang smirked with disdain: “Interesting. Just this clone can reach the pinnacle of what humanity can achieve. I almost want to play with this toy.”
“But humans are still humans. Reaching the Primordial Realm is just a ticket to meet the Primordial Deities and Demons.”
“You don’t seriously think you can stop me, do you?”
“Stopping you for a breath is enough.” Young Master Sang remained carefree, showing no signs of pressure.
“After all, you are the final BOSS configuration. If you die at the hands of my clone so easily, that would be quite embarrassing.”
Hearing the blatant mockery in his words, Ancestral Cang’s expression finally darkened.
“Do you think you can save them?”
“Do you think you can kill them?” Young Master Sang retorted with a smile.
Ancestral Cang’s eyes sank.
In an instant, Young Master Sang felt the entire Fulong Domain’s space being obliterated into ashes in a heartbeat.
Though he still stood in the Primordial Realm, the terrifying force of obliteration left nothing but void in its wake.
Young Master Sang simply swung his sword lightly.
“… Clear Peace Floating Life Sword.” He quietly chanted, raising his hand.
With one sword stroke, the world fell silent.
The entire domain turned into nothingness and chaos in the stillness of less than a breath.
In the void, Ancestral Cang stood quietly, but his expression was very grim.
…That clone, predictably, had turned to dust.
But Ancestral Cang knew.
The sword Young Master Sang struck with, just before its demise, had still managed to halt the obliterating power in one instant outside the sword’s range.
And in that very moment,
A crack appeared beside Huo Longyuan, pulling him and his wife and daughter into it.
“… Young Master Sang.”
“Do you think hiding in that prison means you can rest easy?”
“Don’t worry.”
“I’ll let this world created by the Primordial Deities and you be consumed by my endless obliteration.” Ancestral Cang sneered cruelly.
