Chapter 905: Chapter 552: Dramatic Turn of Events, Martial Intent_2
However, the Giant God Clan did not accept this olive branch; instead, they chose to kick them when they were down.
They targeted the weakness of the Star Moon Ancient Clan and reached a tacit understanding with the Immortal Court, collectively starting a frenzied squeeze and division of the remaining living space and resources of the Star Moon Ancient Clan.
The pillar of the Star Moon Ancient Clan, the Star Yan Ancestor, had not yet recovered from old wounds while defending the Border Desolation. At this critical moment of survival, he had no choice but to forcefully intervene multiple times attempting to turn the tide of defeat.
However, under the joint siege of the Immortal Court and the ancient ancestor of the Giant God Clan, his injuries continued to worsen until ultimately he was exhausted and fell in a fierce battle.
The half of Heaven’s Fortune he carried was not spared either, eventually being forcibly taken away by the ancient ancestor of the Giant God Clan who had been waiting for the opportunity.
Thus, the once-glorious Star Moon Ancient Clan was utterly shattered, their ancestral grounds breached, clan members scattered in escape, and their territories divided and devoured by various major forces.
At the last moment, the Yue Wange Ancestor broke through the siege, but she did not choose to fight to the death. Harboring a faint glimmer of hope, she dashed into the Great Realm of the Universe, intending to search for any lingering soul of her brother Star Yan, hoping for a chance to restore the clan in the future. From then on, she disappeared without a trace or news.
After successive battles, all clans suffered heavy casualties, greatly depleting their resources, with their top combat forces each sustaining damages.
With the demise of countless strong ones, especially those originally carrying great Qi Fortune, the Cosmic Edge and the depths of the Great Realm within the Universe, the Soul Origin Pool and the Burial Valley, became busier than ever before.
Every day, innumerable residual souls are drawn by the Universe Law, swirling into these places.
The number of Yin Gods emerging from these two forbidden zones has increased several hundredfold over ten thousand years, including some who were prominent talents and top Supreme Beings during their lifetimes.
They have lost all memories of their past, devoid of emotions and desires, transformed into Evil Spirits knowing only slaughter and destruction, adding immense pressure and unpredictability to the already chaotic Border Desolation.
Martial Pavilion Ancestral Land.
Outside the ancient Stone Hall where Xue Qing was in seclusion.
The passage of ten thousand years left little mark on the Stone Hall, and the front of the door was spotless.
The great sun hung high over the Heavenly Dome, emitting an eternal and scorching radiance.
Gongyi Zi Yu knelt upon the ground, her once bright and lively eyes now dim and devoid of spirit. Before her lay the cold, stiff body of a corpse.
It was Tu Jingchuan.
He lay quietly, his breath completely extinguished with no signs of life. His once resolute face was covered with terrifyingly intersecting cracks, like a porcelain piece barely reassembled after being shattered, utterly shocking to behold.
In the continuous, extremely fierce battles, he ultimately failed to break through that barrier and cross into the Space-time Domain, eventually perishing in an encounter battle with the elite of the Heavenly Feather Clan.
In that battle, his Great Saint body was torn apart entirely, almost leaving no remains.
Upon receiving the news, Gongyi Zi Yu rushed to the battlefield ruined into Chaos, ignoring her injuries, and searched tirelessly for several years before finally retrieving parts of her senior brother’s remains. She painstakingly pieced them together and brought him back to their master’s place of seclusion.
Even though his broken body was patched up after death, it was still covered with unremovable cracks, telling the tale of the brutality of that slaughter.
Gongyi Zi Yu looked at her lifeless senior brother, who could never again call her junior sister, and her eyes instantly turned red, tears silently falling.
She knelt, heavily kowtowing towards the cold Stone Hall door:
"Master..."
Her voice choked with grief and helplessness.
Having been disciples for tens of thousands of years, day and night together, she now felt as if her heart was being twisted by knives, as if the entire world in front of her had lost all color.
Besides Tu Jingchuan, she had lost too many friends and family, as well as numerous Martial Pavilion elders who watched her grow up, whose familiar faces had all disappeared amid the relentless snowstorm of battle reports.
Yet now, with her master in seclusion, endeavoring to reach the Ancestral Realm not to be disturbed, Elder Zheng Chu had gone missing since acquiring Heavenly Fate, his life or death uncertain. She was filled with too much fear, too much fatigue, too many words wanted to be said, yet she found no one to whom they could be confided or relied upon.
"Master, Ziyu misses you dearly."
Gongyi Zi Yu muttered softly, as if doing so might bring her a slight, illusory comfort:
"Senior Brother once told me he had already touched the Gate of Space-Time, glimpsing the dawn of the Martial Monarch Realm, determined not to disgrace your name."
"He said that even dying in the Star Sea would be a worthy death, who would have thought that such words would turn into prophecy, so having today’s result..."
"Over three thousand years ago, Senior Brother’s homeland was shattered by those Heavenly Feather Clan beasts, ancestral lands gone, ninety percent of clan members perished, and he had no final thoughts anymore. Seeing him despondent, I brought a piece of his homeland fragment to the Martial Pavilion Ancestral Land on my own, hoping when he returned, it could be a source of solace... regrettably..."
"I entered your tutelage at the age of eight, and it’s been almost sixty thousand years now. You guided me painstakingly, hoping I would succeed, but I am dull and have struggled to create my destiny, stuck before the portal of time and space, unable to advance, truly ashamed before your teachings, unworthy of your grace..."
After a long while, she slowly stood, wiped away her tears, and a flicker of determination flashed in her eyes. She raised her hand, fingers poised like a sword, and unleashed the grand Martial Arts True Essence, carving out a modest mausoleum on the ground beside her.
She carefully lifted Tu Jingchuan’s body, gently placing it into the grave, as if afraid to disturb his slumber. She then filled the grave with earth and erected a tombstone; the inscription was very simple.