Chapter 673: Chapter 464: The Death of Heavenly Punishment, Devouring Fate

“The Tao Tribulation Stick is the weapon to suppress the Fortune of Martial Arts, it must not be buried here!”

“I am already powerless to break through, only you, with the Tao Tribulation Stick, have a slim chance of survival.”

Fu Pinglan’s expression was as cold as iron, the golden light of the Tao Tribulation Stick in his palm surged violently, sweeping across with one strike, shattering endless waves of tribulations, once again forcing back four advancing ancient ancestors by half a step, but his figure also slightly trembled, suffering a backlash.

He was unmoved by Heavenly Punishment’s telepathic message, indifferent with no response, in his eyes there was only the absolute thought of a desperate battle to the death.

In such a desperate situation, to speak of escaping alive was nothing more than a whimsical fantasy.

“Master.”

Heavenly Punishment’s voice rang out again, this time, like a creature frozen for ten thousand years, trembling like a candle in the wind, almost pleading:

“I beg you… leave!”

His voice grew heavier, he knew very well the current situation.

Even if the Martial Ancestor were to be resurrected, wielding the Tao Tribulation Stick, trapped by twelve ancient ancestors, they would find it difficult to escape unscathed.

And the two of them were not the Martial Ancestor, unable to use the vast Martial Arts Heavenly Fortune to protect themselves, especially now in the Vast Universe, where the Heavenly Destiny True Spirit of the Great Universe could not reach, almost completely isolated and unsupported.

In an instant, Heavenly Punishment spoke again, each word cutting like a knife:

“If you die here, the Tao Tribulation Stick falling into the hands of Chu Zheng, one-third of the Martial Arts’ Fortune will be trapped in the Universe, the future extent of its return is unknown.”

“With the Dao War imminent, a single misstep now could lead to the collapse of Martial Arts, never to recover, and then… you and I will be the real culprits of the Martial Arts’ downfall!”

The Collapse of Martial Arts.

Four words, like a death knell, exploded in Fu Pinglan’s mind.

As soon as Heavenly Punishment’s words fell, his gaze suddenly dimmed, all thoughts in his eyes completely obliterated, turning into a kind of desperate resolve.

In the blink of an eye, his entire body, along with the Blood-colored Battle Saber in his hand, erupted into an indescribable blinding blood light, like the Burning Blood Flame that illuminated past, present, and future.

“Go!”

A roar that seemed to come from the Nine Netherworlds’ Purgatory echoed through time and space, shaking the River of Time.

Heavenly Punishment, the youngest Martial Ancestor since the founding of the Martial Hall, instantly turned himself into a blazing blood-colored Dao torch.

In the blink of an eye, he had burned all the flesh, bones and sinews of his body, his essence, and even the Martial Arts Seed, using himself as the firewood to ignite the world-burning catastrophe flame beyond constraints.

Fu Pinglan’s expression changed instantly, dissolving the Martial Arts Seed meant that Heavenly Punishment gave up the possibility of entering the Ancestral Realm in reincarnation again.

This was Heavenly Punishment cutting off the hope of reincarnation, burning his life’s Dao Fruit, just to gain a slim chance for him!

Boom——

The power exchanged by sacrificing his whole foundation, enough to incinerate countless Dao, condensed into a world-shattering Burning Dao Blood Blade, forcibly tearing apart the nearly perfect Space-Time Law Chain laid by the twelve ancient ancestors together, cutting open a fleeting path of life in the surging waves of tribulation.

At the same time, the last bit of Heavenly Punishment’s burning flesh and blood essence and the remaining ancestral soul transformed into a pure torrent of blood, all poured into the Tao Tribulation Stick in Fu Pinglan’s hand!

Buzz——

In an instant, the Tao Tribulation Stick wailed like a dragon’s cry, the Dark Gold Rod Body instantly stained with blood red, a fierce divine power carrying Heavenly Punishment’s ancestral soul roared within the rod body like a raging ocean storm.

“Master… go!”

Heavenly Punishment’s final Divine Sense exploded in Fu Pinglan’s Sea of Consciousness, vanishing completely into the burning blood flames in a flash.

Fu Pinglan’s eyes instantly turned a deep red as blood, he didn’t hesitate for a moment, not even glancing back at the extinguishing blood torch, using the power ignited by Heavenly Punishment’s soul foundation in the Tao Tribulation Stick, his body transformed into a blood comet tearing across time and space, fiercely bursting through that rift opened by sacrifice.

In an instant, he escaped the deadly blockade laid by the twelve ancient ancestors, and within just a few breaths, he could cross the boundary separating the Universe and the Great Universe, escaping alive!

But those few breaths were far too long for the many ancient ancestors.

Erosion Sun Rain remained expressionless, gesturing with a raised hand, the remaining eleven ancient ancestors all gave chase, in an instant ready to encircle again.

Buzz——

The Tao Tribulation Stick in Fu Pinglan’s hand suddenly trembled violently, an extremely illusory projection suddenly appeared from the intertwining of dark gold and blood red on the rod body.

“Yan Feng?!”

Seeing this projection, the pursuing Erosion Sun Rain and several ancient ancestors at the forefront were instantly shaken in spirit, their actions subconsciously pausing for a moment.

“Chase!”

Erosion Sun Rain was the first to react, his voice like thunder, exploding in the Sea of Consciousness of the remaining ancient ancestors:

“Yan Feng is dead, long destroyed in both form and spirit, this is just a wisp of residual thought projection attached to the Tao Tribulation Stick.”

“The Ancestral Dao is right behind us, no need for hesitation, kill!”

Erosion Sun Rain’s roar was like a cold splash of water, instantly awakening the ancient ancestors, previously ordered not to harm Yan Feng was the Ancestral Dao’s command, but now Yan Feng had long been disintegrated, this shadow was nothing but a residual thought about to dissipate, naturally, Chu Zheng’s requirements took precedence.

Slaying Fu Pinglan and bringing back the Martial Arts Divine Weapon was their sole task at this moment.

However, it was this one breath of hesitation caused by Yan Feng’s shadow that had already opened a life-and-death chasm for someone like Fu Pinglan, who was at the Peak of Ancestor Realm!

He had never glanced at the projection, his eyes were only on the boundary barrier that was within reach, this one breath had given Fu Pinglan invaluable time, enough to extend the distance between life and death!

He, like a comet across the moon, his body once again shot forward a great distance, almost touching the eternal boundary barrier that exuded an ancient and boundless aura!