“Why is it impossible?” Saint Sovereign San Dao asked as he watched Dugu Ling’s stunned expression.

“After we destroyed the True Martial Sacred Ground, we also searched their entire domain,” Dugu Ling said, shaking his head. “This True Martial Tribulation Tower was right in front of us… Why, why were you bold enough to pull this off?!”

In that moment he felt like a fool. What they had pursued desperately for ages had been right under their noses, yet they had never discovered it.

“What exactly were you scheming?” Xue Changfeng asked, frowning.

“No need to rush. Just watch,” Saint Sovereign San Dao said with a laugh. “But you did choose the right place, the Great Beyond. Whatever happens here, it doesn’t matter. If this battle took place in the Absolute God Heaven, that entire world might have been destroyed.”

The eyes of the Ten God-Clans remained fixed on the Tribulation Tower. As it rotated, an old man in a crimson robe slowly stepped out. This was the elder Xu Zimo had previously encountered, World-Weary.

His appearance made many among the Ten God-Clans instinctively retreat several steps. Their fear of him was self-evident.

“You… you’re still alive?” Dugu Ling asked in shock.

“I’d love to die. I’ve long grown weary of the world. But Heaven won’t take me, and mortals can’t kill me,” World-Weary said with a helpless laugh.

“So you’ve been hiding all this time,” Dugu Ling said. “But with just you three, you still can’t stir up much trouble.”

“Who said there are only three of us?” World-Weary asked. “Boy, do you know what this thing behind me is actually called?”

“The True Martial Tribulation Tower?” Dugu Ling asked cautiously.

“That’s just a name used to fool ordinary people. Its true name is Heaven’s Annihilation.”

“Heaven’s Annihilation… So that’s its real name,” Dugu Ling murmured. “A weapon capable of destroying the heavens themselves.”

“Do you want to try it?” World-Weary asked.

Dugu Ling remained silent, staring fixedly at the tower. When Xu Zimo had entered it earlier, he had seen countless tombstones inside. Now, as waves of immense power rippled out, each of those tombstones floated into the air.

Over a million tombstones filled the void.

“Monument of the Spectral Soul Saint Sovereign, erected in the 274th year of the True Martial Era.”

“Monument of the Reckless Savage Saint Sovereign, erected in the 274th year of the True Martial Era.”

“Monument of the Great Love Saint Sovereign…”

“Monument of the Red Lotus Saint Sovereign…”

Countless tombstones with countless inscriptions spun in the air, driven by some mysterious force.

“What the hell is this?” Dugu Ling asked.

“You already know the answer,” Saint Sovereign San Dao replied.

In the next instant, powerful energy burst from every tombstone. With a thunderous boom, multicolored Primal Daos shot into the heavens, dyeing the sky.

Crack.

Crack.

Crack!

As the tombstones shattered one after another, the crowd was stunned to see coffins floating out from within. Each coffin radiated a powerful aura, sealed by the river of fate. For hundreds of thousands of years, the beings within them had been in slumber.

The first coffin opened.

A corpse slowly sat up, a Saint Sovereign dressed in black-and-white robes, wrapped in the aura of fate.

The Grand Fate Saint Sovereign.

“How many years has it been?” he murmured as he opened his eyes.

“After three hundred and seventy-two years,” World-Weary answered.

“Not long, then. A brief journey through the river of fate… and my dream ends as I return to True Martial,” the Grand Fate Saint Sovereign said.

His eyes surged with countless strands of destiny, flowing like an endless ocean. With a wave of his hand, the Primal Dao of Fate from all the coffins gathered around him. As each coffin opened, an overwhelming Saintly might burst forth.

“No... no... no! This is fake. All of this is fake! It has to be fake!” Dugu Ling said, shaking his head in disbelief. “We clearly killed you all back then. We destroyed your true fates, tore apart your God-Souls. How could you still be fine?”

“You can think of it this way,” Saint Sovereign San Dao said. “What you saw back then, that was the fake.”

“Fake...?” Dugu Ling muttered, unable to accept it.

“You killed only our avatars,” the Grand Fate Saint Sovereign said directly. “In the final battle of that ancient war, we never actually participated. Whatever you wished to see, we made sure you saw it. Back then, your Ten God-Clans were too strong, so the True Martial Sacred Ground retreated to avoid direct confrontation. But today? Today is the day your Ten God-Clans are wiped out.”

“We could kill you then, and we can kill you again today,” Dugu Ling said coldly.

“Nanguo God-Clan, Zhao God-Clan, why are you two still waiting?” Saint Sovereign San Dao barked.

With a thunderous boom, Nanguo Weng and Zhao Qie, who had been standing among the Ten God-Clans, pulled out miniature versions of the True Martial Tribulation Tower.

“My apologies, everyone,” Nanguo Weng said solemnly.

When no one was paying attention, the two men drove the miniature towers into the ground. Moments later, the valley rumbled violently.

A sealing field spread across the entire foundation of Absolute Leaf Valley, trapping everything within. This was the power of Heaven’s Annihilation, no being below the heavens themselves could break it.

Only High Heaven himself could unseal it.

“Nanguo Weng, what the hell are you doing?!” several people roared.

“Apologies. We are now allies of the True Martial Sacred Ground,” Nanguo Weng replied.

“How dare you! Do you wish to doom your entire clan?” Xue Changfeng shouted.

“Brother Dugu, since ancient times water has always flowed to higher places,” Zhao Qie said. “We understand the law of winners and losers. The destiny of the Absolute God Heaven is about to change. Naturally, we choose to stand with the True Martial Sacred Ground. No more talk. Today only one side will survive.”

“Very well. Don’t blame us for being ruthless,” Dugu Ling said coldly. “Progenitors, we await your decision!”

He waved his hand.

Around Absolute Leaf Valley, several terrifying auras erupted. Crystal coffins appeared, eight in total, each radiating power surpassing that of ordinary Saint Sovereigns.

These were the supreme progenitors of the Eight God-Clans. They had sealed themselves away in the coffins, ignoring worldly affairs, focusing only on reaching the twelfth meridian gate, a lifelong ambition.

But when the clans faced extinction, they had no choice but to summon their ancestors.

Dugu Ling glanced at World-Weary. He knew clearly.

World-Weary was an Infinite Dao, an existence far beyond Saint Sovereigns.