Chapter 130: The Ancestor Chen Is Not a Fragmented Consciousness

"Damn it, this Ancestor Chen is too powerful! Just one percent of his strength is enough to keep us at bay. Xiaodong, what do we do!" Fang Panguo shouted at me from less than five meters away.

I had already considered this. After all, Ancestor Chen was a master who had transcended the Six Realms; the relic he left behind was naturally extraordinary. Besides, we were merely supernatural practitioners—not even immortals—so how could we possibly compare to a Demon Ancestor from beyond the Six Realms? Good heavens, novels usually portray protagonists as defying the heavens, but that's just nonsense. How could a rookie at the Qi Refining stage possibly defeat a god? I could only shout to Fang Panguo and Barker, "What else can we do? We run!"

No sooner had I spoken than I flapped my wings, darting away from Ancestor Chen's restraint and flying toward the outskirts of the city, with Barker and Fang Panguo in close pursuit.

"You little pests, scared, are you? Ancient Giant Lizard, chase them!" The man in black spoke, but his heart immediately failed him. Perhaps he was too used to commanding the Ancient Giant Lizard and forgot that it was now possessed by Ancestor Chen. He was met with a cold, piercing glare from the Ancestor. Though the look seemed unremarkable, it was the gaze of Ancestor Chen; the demonic energy contained within it inflicted severe internal injuries upon the man in black. He vomited blood and plummeted from the sky toward the ground, while Ancestor Chen calmly pursued us.

We flew for half an hour until we reached an uninhabited area, a vast, endless expanse of green wilderness beneath us. Just as I thought to push on a little further, I felt that something was wrong—the fluctuations in the air were too intense. Ancestor Chen must have caught up. I waved my hand and shouted to Barker and Fang Panguo, who were following closely behind, "He's caught up! Stop!"

The moment we halted, a wave of pressure descended from above, followed by a burst of wild laughter. Finally, Ancestor Chen tore through the void and emerged.

"Ask the vast earth, who determines its rise and fall? Only I, the Demon Ancestor!"

It was the same ethereal phrase again, making me think he was merely a fragmented construct—a residual consciousness left over after the true Ancestor Chen transcended the Six Realms, looping the same phrases like a tape recorder.

"Damn you, Ancestor Chen, you're arrogant, you're a badass!" Fang Panguo shouted, and he was the first to unleash his full power in an attack! But the result was miserable. With a single slap, Ancestor Chen swatted him down from a hundred meters in the air. He hit the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. When it finally settled, Fang Panguo was lying motionless in a crater five or six meters wide. He lay there, his small eyes wide open and unblinking, staring blankly at the tree he had smashed into splinters. He was thinking that he, a dignified First Generation Demon Corpse King, was not even a match for this guy; he hadn't even grazed him before being KO’d. If even a First Generation Demon Corpse King couldn't touch him, wouldn't Barker and I be finished too?

"Under the heavens, all is Demon soil. Those who submit shall flourish, and those who resist shall perish!"

The Ancestor repeated his ethereal lines. The monstrous demonic energy behind him had already plunged the area into darkness; aside from a few stray beams of sunlight, it was pitch black. For safety, Barker and I quickly put ten meters of distance between ourselves and the Ancestor, hovering on opposite sides of him.

I had entered my Full Combat Form. My teeth, hair, pupils, wings, and body had all transformed, and my entire being was wreathed in pale golden talismans, illuminating a small patch of the dark space.

"Under the heavens, all is Demon soil. And what of a Corpse God? I left ten incarnations across the various divine realms and dimensions. One was inadvertently brought to this most realistic of worlds. I never expected that this place would be the true origin of all things!"

Ancestor Chen finally spoke a sentence different from the previous ones. As he did, he shot a purple light mixed with overwhelming demonic energy at me, as if I were the Corpse God he spoke of. I had no idea what he meant by "Corpse God"—could I be a member of the Divine Realm? It didn't matter. What mattered was that my Demon Corpse Eyes saw the incoming purple light.

In ancient texts, purple energy is recorded as the supreme energy. Not everyone can cultivate it, but those who do are formidable—like the Lord of the Six Realms and Ancestor Chen. They were the only two among all practitioners to cultivate this power, as the saying goes, "Purple energy comes from the east!"

The purple energy reached me in a flash. Because Ancestor Chen was facing me with his back to Barker, it provided Barker with an advantageous position. Barker, radiating dark energy, launched a sneak attack from behind, raising his supernatural broadsword to strike at the Ancestor's head.

Miracles always happen at the most dangerous moments. Just as the purple light hit the pale golden talismans surrounding my body, it was completely neutralized. I was shocked, and Ancestor Chen paused, looking at me ten meters away with an expression of disbelief. Because of his momentary carelessness, Barker’s blade struck his neck.

"All things have their counter. I didn't think the one beyond the Five Elements would truly come, but you are still too insignificant!" Ancestor Chen shook his head helplessly, shattering the broadsword stuck in his neck. The flesh of the Ancient Giant Lizard healed rapidly, bathed in a purple glow. The bowl-sized wound healed in less than fifty seconds, while Barker was sent flying over a hundred meters by an invisible force, crashing down from the sky while vomiting blood—an even worse fate than Fang Panguo’s.

"Aren't you a residual consciousness? How are you just like a real person?" I asked, staring at Ancestor Chen ten meters away, my voice cold and sharp.

"Did I tell you I was a residual consciousness? Every one of my incarnations possesses an independent mind. The so-called Heaven-Extinguishing Stone is merely a ruse. You are the only one who knows these secrets. You have no idea—in the Divine Realm, those hypocritical gods are still fighting over my incarnations. It's laughable just to think about it!"

"Hahahaha!" Ancestor Chen laughed heartily. When he finished, he waved his hand, drawing all the sky-covering demonic energy back into his body. Then, he stepped through the void toward me. Every step looked like that of a reckless thug who didn't care about anything, leaving me quite baffled. Could it be that everyone who transcends the Six Realms ends up like this?