"Haotian, where are you going?"
When Nüwa saw that Cheng Hao was about to leave the battlefield, she quickly sent a message to him to ask.
"The lower worlds. I won't be of much help here. If I go to the lower worlds, I will gather the humans. I won't be able to save the entire universe, but no matter what, I will protect the humans!"
"Alright, go. I will help you hold back these two people. If we don't die in the future, perhaps there will be a day when we meet again!"
Nüwa nodded. An unyielding will to fight to the death spread out from her body. In just a short while, the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors had already been killed by nearly twenty Sacred Emperors. Perhaps before long, it would be her turn.
"Perhaps he will be able to survive and become the spark that will create the universe once again in the future?" At that moment, Nüwa no longer held much hope in protecting the universe. She only hoped that Cheng Hao would be able to survive and save more lives.
Cheng Hao turned his head around and cast a deep glance at Nüwa and the others. He might not have the heart of a saint like Nüwa and the others, but he did not dislike saints. On the contrary, if he had to choose friends, he liked them even more.
Compared to people who had no bottom line and did not persist, saints who had a bottom line in their hearts made him feel more at ease. He did not have to worry about being stabbed in the back.
"You want to leave? You won't be able to! "
Just as Cheng Hao was about to step into the tunnel leading to the lower worlds, nine of the Sacred Emperors who had surrounded the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors freed themselves to send terrifying light beams of destruction and darkness from more than ten thousand light years away. They shot through layers of space and instantly arrived in front of Cheng Hao.
Just how terrifying was the power of nine Sacred Emperors attacking at the same time?
Crack!
This time, the barrier between the only True World's universe was torn apart, creating an unimaginably terrifying wave of impact. It turned into a destructive blade glare that shone with a light that was one billion feet long. It descended from the sky and wanted to kill Cheng Hao completely.
At this moment of life and death, Cheng Hao did not even have the time to use the magical power of his right eye to escape. In the blink of an eye, he only had time to grab something from his inner world and use it as a shield behind him. Then, he continued to rush forward without looking back.
This was a mysterious chest that seemed to be made of stone but not stone, wood but not wood. It was the Origin Ancient Artifact that Cheng Hao obtained from the Perfect World's Foreign Realm. Such a supreme treasure created the Foreign Realm's existence. Even Cheng Hao knew very little about it.
But no matter what, it was definitely an incredible treasure. Even if it could not block the destructive blade glare behind him, Cheng Hao believed that it should be able to block it for a while and buy him some time to escape from the only True World.
Boom!
That resplendent saber light that could destroy everything instantly slashed down behind Cheng Hao, slamming into the mysterious chest. In the end, there was no delay at all. The Origin Ancient Treasure that was treated as a supreme treasure by the immortal realms instantly exploded apart.
Rumble!
It was as if the world was being created. Chaos was split apart. Clear air rose, and murky air fell. There were also specks of light shining nonstop.
The box exploded, and the endless divine radiance within it completely erupted. It was like the light of creation that separated the heavens and the earth, opening up one Greater Thousand Universe after another. It actually managed to forcefully obliterate the destructive blade light formed by the combined attack of the nine Great Sage Emperors.
Rip!
At the same time Cheng Hao stepped into the tunnel to the Lower Worlds, the destructive blade glare that had its power reduced by half shot through the universes, and at the instant Cheng Hao disappeared, it slashed horizontally at his chest!
"Damn it, he ran away!" A Sacred Emperor said hatefully when he saw Cheng Hao disappear after being struck by the destructive blade glare.
"It's fine. Even someone as strong as the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors would definitely die after being struck by our joint attack, much less Haotian, who hasn't completely become a Sacred Emperor!"
"You're right. Haotian will definitely die. He won't be able to affect the overall situation. Everyone, hurry up and get rid of Fuxi, the strongest of the three Sovereigns. We'll work together to kill Pangu. If he doesn't die, then sooner or later, we'll all be killed one by one!"
"That's right. Killing Pangu is the most important thing!"
The Sacred Emperors sent messages to each other one after another, casually brushing past the matter of Cheng Hao. No one dared to chase after Cheng Hao. In their eyes, he was just a person who would definitely die. There was no need to waste any more time on him.
The World of Immortals was one of the main realms where the human race resided. It was currently the Primordial Age, so the various realms were relatively peaceful. There were no planar wars, and countless living beings lived in peace. It was a thriving world.
Although the World of Immortals could already be considered as a high-tier plane compared to the ordinary mortal planes, not all of the living beings in this world were able to cultivate. On the contrary, the ones who truly occupied the absolute majority were the countless ordinary living beings who were unable to cultivate or whose cultivation base were low.
In the vast world, there was a small mountain village built by a river. It was a peaceful scene.
Normally, the villagers would hunt and fish for a living. Smoke would curl up from the chimneys in the morning, and stars would dot the sky at night. It was a peaceful and warm scene …
On this morning, a child around six or seven years old shook the arm of an old man beside him under the smoke. He excitedly listened to the old man tell him the story of the origins of the human race.
The child was very pretty. His eyes were like stars, and his skin was like warm jade. He wore a coarse hemp gown that was clearly a little too big for him. Even though there was some mud on his face, it was difficult to describe his intelligence.
"Grandpa, is what you said true? Our human race was really created by Holy Mother Nüwa and Holy Ancestor Haotian? " The child didn't believe it. They were clearly people of flesh and blood. No matter how he looked at them, they didn't look like mud.
"Yes, I've heard from some of the great cultivators outside the mountain that Goddess Nuwa used her great divine ability and great fortune to mold earth into humans, creating the human race. After that, the Clear Sky Divine Ancestor used his own blood as a guide to give us bodies of flesh and blood. Since all the great cultivators said so, it should be correct!" The old man nodded with a smile.
"Wow, doesn't that mean that we have the blood of the Holy Ancestor in our bodies?" The child said excitedly.
"Yes, in today's cultivation world, there are all kinds of cultivation methods. However, there are only two mainstream methods. One is Qi Refinement, and the other is Martial Cultivation. Qi Refinement cultivators absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to increase their cultivation. Their ultimate goal is to become an existence like Holy Mother Nüwa, who possesses great divine abilities.
"As for Martial Cultivation, although they also absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, their main goal is to refine their bodies and hone their Martial Cultivation. Their ultimate goal is to return to their origins and return to their ancestral bloodline. They want to become an invincible existence like Holy Ancestor Haotian, who can give life to an entire race with a single drop of his blood!"
The old man rubbed the child's head dotingly. "When you grow up a little, grandpa will take you out of the mountain. Whether you want to practice Qi Refinement or Martial Cultivation will all depend on your own fortune!"
"Grandpa, I'm a boy. I want to practice Martial Cultivation. In the future, I will definitely become an existence like the Holy Ancestor and be worshipped as an ancestor!"
The little boy clenched his fists in excitement. He looked up at the sky with a determined expression.
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