Outside High Heavens was an endless blood-colored sea. Every single splash would cause large amounts of ruined great worlds to shatter. This was the terrifying sacrificial sea, known as the place where immortal emperors were sacrificed. Blood-colored waves overflowed into the heavens.
Before it, High Heavens was like a lone island. Great waves struck towards the sky, endless time-space from past to present surging, vanishing. This was the endless cosmos that had been destroyed in the past. Every single splash was previously resplendent, the great thousand worlds that were previously full of vitality turned into the smoke of history. They were damaged, shattered, all of their life force scattered, forming the blood-colored sacrificial sea.
It was vast and boundless, even immortal emperors easily lost within. They needed clear coordinates, or else they might end up in an unknown land of chaos, a land of deathly stillness.
In the depths of the blood-colored sea was an altar. It was grand and lofty, quiet and silent. The surrounding waves were all still, calming down, unable to touch it.
The experts of the strange races were viewed as the highest creatures of the world, the only three creatures at the end of the road. Their expressions were all serious, carrying reverence as they prayed in front of the altar, offering sacrifices!
Countless rays of blood-colored light entered the altar.
The enemies that died in battle, the most powerful opponents, all of them were excellent sacrifices. With their remaining blood, with their resplendence, they were sacrificed on this ancient altar.
If outsiders saw this, they would definitely tremble in fear. It was because the three immortal emperors actually knelt down, kowtowing in front of the altar.
Great sacrifice!
For the strange races, this was the most sacred type of ceremony, no mistakes tolerated.
In this world, Huang, Ye, Empress, and the others all died in battle. There were no emperors in this world, dao ancestors turned to ashes, immortal kings all passed away. All of the experts of the world died, their remaining power flowing. This was the best sacrifice.
The four ancestors who were alive were extremely careful, resting in their ancestral land, recovering their foundation. However, the great sacrifice couldn't be made a mistake, so they ordered the three immortal emperors to carefully preside over it.
In the long river of history, there were people who suspected what the source of the strange power was, the truth behind the great sacrifice, as well as the inauspicious nature. However, no one was able to find the end.
Even the creatures at the end of the road in vile earth were only carrying out orders, not knowing who they were offering sacrifices for.
In fact, for a very long period of time, Immortal Emperors didn't even know the ultimate meaning of this ceremony. Only in the recent past did they understand that such an existence really existed!
A long time ago, some Immortal Emperors even thought that this was only a symbolic ceremony and that the object of worship wasn't even a single living being.
Now, in this era, the primogenitor's words revealed a portion of the truth. The source of their power seemed to be a certain existence that had left traces in the world!
This horrified the immortal emperors, and even the supreme creatures felt fear from the bottom of their hearts. Who was the great sacrifice for? There was actually a corresponding creature!
However, that creature didn't seem to exist anymore, passing away, turning into ashes under the vast sky of history.
Meanwhile, the primogenitors wanted to pursue even greater power, so they continuously offered sacrifices in hopes that the traces that person left behind in the boundless cosmos would be illuminated. They might even be able to revive a wisp of their will, giving them inspiration and helping them step into a higher realm.
This caused the emperor's scalp to go numb. How could there be such a monster in this world?
The source of the strange power, the origin of the inauspicious creatures, all pointed to a single living being?
However, what had disappeared would never come back, and what had been completely obliterated would never be able to revive. This more or less made them feel a bit more at ease.
"Where did this altar come from? Why do I feel that it is even older than the ancestral ground and even more ancient than the primogenitor's existence? It gives me a feeling of endless vicissitudes of history and great weight?"
After the great sacrifice, the three of them continuously retreated until they were very far away, standing on the blood-colored sacrificial sea. Only then did an immortal emperor carefully speak.
The other two beings shook their heads and didn't speak. They didn't want to stay here for too long, so the three of them quickly left.
Only when they were extremely far away did they seem to hear a faint and almost inaudible sigh. It seemed real yet illusory as it echoed in the depths of the blood-colored sacrificial sea.
The three supreme creatures suddenly turned around and stared in that direction. On the black altar … there was a vague figure looking back. Was it looking at the path of the past, or was it ascending to recall something?!
In a split second, the three experts felt like their scalps were going to explode. There really was … such a monster?!
However, that vague figure instantly disintegrated. All traces of it disappeared, destroyed from the world, unable to continue existing. Everything returned to nothingness.
"You all … did you see? Is that the creature the primogenitor longed to revive, to reveal a bit of his existence? He wasn't a figment of imagination, but rather a real existence?! "
"Such a grand great sacrifice, yet it only made him vaguely appear for an instant. If the primogenitor knew, he would definitely go crazy and rush over. However, he still missed it in the end. Who exactly is he? What kind of identity does he have?"
Even the three immortal emperors were trembling, feeling a powerful uneasiness. In their eyes, the primogenitor was already the limit of the endless cosmos, the most powerful in the past, present, and future, unable to climb any further. However now, after the great sacrifice passed countless great eras, the altar finally revealed an indistinct figure, revealing a type of terrifying truth, making even the creatures at the Lu Jin level feel a bit scared.
"Death is death in the end. Let's go!" An immortal emperor spoke, not wishing to stay here any longer.
"The owner of the Three World Coffin!" Only after a long time had passed and they completely left the place of Immortal Emperor Sacrifice did the oldest Lu Jin level creature of the three speak with a serious expression.
He was the only one who had heard bits and pieces. Now, he spoke about the limited secret information.
"What?"
"Huang's copper coffin, Ye's copper outer-coffin, in reality … they all belonged to the same person."
"Three layered coffin, Three World Coffin, buried within was a person, buried on the plateau. The primogenitor researched it for many years, but he didn't obtain anything. Later on, the coffin was left, wishing to see if others obtained anything, if there were any abnormalities in the coffin. However, they were left disappointed."
"In that incomparably ancient era, the primogenitor had previously deduced the name of the copper coffin, the Three World Coffin. He also had all types of associations, but after waiting for endless years, great eras after great eras, he still didn't obtain anything, so he no longer cared about it."
"Now that I think about it, the existence of the great sacrifice is the person buried in the copper coffin. Did he have three lives? Did he die after three lives? Or could he reappear after three lives? It's a terrifying fog, we can't see clearly."
Suddenly, the primogenitor's terrifying aura appeared. In the ancestral land, four ancient monsters that were like malicious spirits opened their eyes, looking towards the three immortal emperors in the depths of the sacrificial sea. Someone spoke.
"He … appeared?!" The primogenitor was actually trembling.
The source of all of their power originated from that creature.
Back then, they drove the coffin into the plateau, replacing the copper coffin and buried it in the vile earth. Only then was the unrivaled primogenitor's body created. How could they not feel restraining fear towards that mysterious existence, not revere? They really wanted to know everything about him!
Unfortunately, back then, when they entered the depths of the plateau, even though they were buried under the earth, they immediately fell into a deep slumber. It was to the extent where they only remembered these things. Their past had already turned to ashes. In reality, their true past bodies directly died that day, corroded by a strange power. Then, their physical bodies gained sentience, and only then did they walk out from the ten great primogenitors.
The truth was that their original selves had all died. What replaced them was a new strange true spirit that accompanied their long inauspicious physical bodies.
The source of all power, the origin of this strange birth, all originated from the pit where the copper coffin was buried, as well as the plateau.
"Do you all know what the primordial substance is?" The primogenitor ultimately endured it, not rushing out of the plateau. He continued to heal his injuries in the vile earth. However, even though there were countless universes separating them, his words were still clearly projected into the hearts of the three immortal emperors, making them feel even more reverence.
"It might very well be the ashes of the Three World Coffin's owner!" One of the primogenitors said with a low voice.
The winds were extremely great, tearing apart the heavens. Blood-colored waves splashed outwards, as if millions and millions of experts produced figures, but in the end, they exploded, turning into ocean spray. Ruined great worlds were continuously born and destroyed one after another.
The sacrificial sea, it was no longer calm. The place where the immortal emperors were sacrificed was incomparably gloomy, slowly becoming indistinct.
Recently, he continuously sent people on their way, killing until his hands were numb. After adjusting himself for two days, he decided to first write a bit and then continue at night. The end wasn't far away.
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