Li Shuang's eyes were red.
Could she do it?
No.
She couldn't.
Endless emotions completely shattered the barrier forged by the Grand Forgetfulness Technique.
Senior Yun Rong and the others were determined to pave a path for the cultivators of the Southern Azure Continent through their sacrifice.
These top powerhouses, besides a few encounters with the Sword Sect's Grand Elders, she knew nothing about the others.
They had lived for over a thousand years.
They were once the most brilliant geniuses.
How many adventures had they experienced, how many difficult challenges had they overcome?
Li Shuang didn't know.
The years were long, and they had only just reached this point with great difficulty.
Perhaps.
Just a little more progress, and they could ascend, they could go to the Immortal Realm.
But these top powerhouses, they all chose to give up their lives, just to gain a chance for the weaker ones to survive.
If the law of the jungle was the Way of Heaven.
Then what was their choice?
What was it?
Li Shuang's eyes were red, and she stared fixedly at the sky.
All things in this world have their own paths.
Humanity was also one of these myriad things.
So, what was the Way of Humanity?
What remained when individual differences were discarded?
Under everyone's despairing gaze, another powerhouse stepped forward.
"It's my turn. Wu Wang of the Qianji Sect. My Qianji Sect is not entirely composed of cowards who blindly believe in heavenly secrets. Wu Wang requests to die!" Wu Wang sneered, glancing at his former companions who now stood on the opposite side, then he too soared into the sky and rushed towards the vortex.
There were no more sounds of dissuasion; only silent tears fell in the arena.
"Yu Qing, requests to die."
"Cang Song, requests to die!"
Figure after figure rushed towards the clouds.
Li Shuang couldn't control herself, shedding silent tears.
Ling Hua looked back at Li Shuang, a gentle smile on her lips.
Through her tears, Li Shuang could barely make out her appearance.
So.
She quickly dried her tears, wanting to see her more clearly.
Her time with Elder Ling Hua was not long.
She thought.
In their last glance, she would recall that magnificent and grand sunrise painting, the one that had once helped her draw forth the True Sun Fire, giving her immense help.
But the last image that surfaced in Li Shuang's mind.
It was just Elder Ling Hua quietly embroidering, and she watching diligently beside her.
A very ordinary and common scene.
But now, it was overwhelming, occupying her entire mind.
Ling Hua said nothing to Li Shuang, yet it seemed she had said everything.
She turned around, her lips still holding a gentle smile: "Ling Hua, requests to die."
Ling Hua's body resolutely rushed towards the sky.
Powerhouses fell one after another, and the aura of the remaining people grew even stronger.
Li Shuang stared blankly at the sky.
She found that she seemed unable to cry.
She still remembered.
That time, Elder Ling Hua smiled and told her to grow up quickly.
She said.
When she grew up, and the Sword Sect no longer needed them, they could travel to other places to seek opportunities for ascension.
When she said that, Elder Ling Hua's eyes were full of longing.
She had tried very, very hard to grow.
But why.
She was still so helpless.
Elder Ling Hua would never see the day she could travel the world.
"Song Lan, requests to die."
"Yue Yin, requests to die."
One person after another fell.
Li Shuang's expression grew increasingly dazed.
She was more familiar with the seniors of the Sword Sect.
But what about these other people who went to their deaths?
Li Shuang did not know their past, nor had she had direct contact with them.
All she could do was firmly remember every moment that was happening before her eyes.
She was too weak.
Pathetically weak.
So weak that she could only watch these sacrifices.
So weak that the only thing she could do was remember.
Li Shuang!
Li Shuang!
Why couldn't you be stronger?
Flames seemed to surge in Li Shuang's heart.
She felt like she was going mad.
But, strangely, she was terrifyingly calm.
She had to wait.
She could not betray the sacrifices of these seniors.
She had to use the final victory to comfort the departed spirits.
"Yan Tu, requests to die."
"Ting Feng, requests to die."
"Yi Nian, requests to die."
One after another, top powerhouses unhesitatingly offered their lives; in the face of death, not a single one of them hesitated.
Originally.
The Sky Devouring Demonic Seed watched with a curious attitude, but slowly, its expression grew solemn.
In the Land of Absolute Despair.
Only the strong survived; the weak perished.
If it were asked to die for some lowly demonic seeds, it would absolutely refuse.
Those lowly demonic seeds would never dare to harbor such a wish.
But the human race.
This race was truly too strange.
Such sacrifices, it had not even seen for the first time.
They were willing to sacrifice themselves for their kin, for their heritage, for an unknown future.
Wasn't this foolishness?
However, this was also good.
A cruel smile appeared on the Sky Devouring Demonic Seed's lips.
If these people were the backbone of humanity, then this time, it would completely break that backbone.
It would make the humans of the Southern Azure Continent lose their spirit and become mere dogs on a leash!
Next.
Ancestor Can Shang also stepped out.
"Grand Elder..."
The Sword Sect members looked over in a daze.
Of the three Grand Elders of the Sword Sect, only Can Shang remained.
And now.
He too was leaving.
Can Shang revealed a calm smile.
Su Huan was gone.
Ling Hua was gone.
The three of them had accompanied each other for a thousand years; since they could not ascend together, they would face this ending together.
This was not bad either.
Ancestor Can Shang smiled, then soared into the sky.
"Can Shang, requests to die."
A top powerhouse, beneath this vortex, was like a speck of dust, instantly dissipating into smoke.
The strength of the remaining few had become so powerful that they had never dared to imagine it possible.
However.
To deal with a transcendent-level demonic seed.
This was not enough.
This was far from enough.
"Bing He, requests to die."
"Qing Deng, requests to die."
"Mo Yan, requests to die."
One top powerhouse after another turned into ashes.
And finally, only Ancestor Yun Rong remained.
His aura had become indescribably powerful.
Ancestor Yun Rong slowly stood up.
He felt the immense power within him, a smile appearing on his lips.
Originally.
At this point, it was up to him to carry everyone's hope and engage in the final battle.
But now, they had a better choice.
The Sky Devouring Demonic Seed sneered: "Yun Rong, is it you who will have the final battle with me?"
Yun Rong was very strong now.
Without a doubt.
But.
He was a transcendent-level demonic seed! In front of him, Yun Rong's strength was still too insignificant!
Ancestor Yun Rong glanced at Li Shuang, then instantly released the bindings on Li Shuang.