Rewrite My Fate to Become the Daoist Ancestor

[The true form of the Venerable of Dao and Virtue is nowhere to be seen.]

[The Taixuan Daoist has only left a "Treasure Tower," while the Daoist Butian is frozen in the void, with only the crack-stained "Immortal Slaying Sword Map" quietly hanging in the sky.]

[The Green Robe Taoist, whose Dao body was shattered, though severely injured, slowly stood up, his back straight, proudly standing between heaven and earth.]

[The outcome is clear to everyone.]

["The Three Saints were really suppressed by him alone..." Ying Long, after witnessing Ning Xunqiu’s methods, felt incredulous.]

[It should be noted that even the Qingyun Daoist, with the immensely powerful "Immortal Slaying Sword Map" and the enhancement of his "Golden Magical Power," could barely protect himself in the presence of a Saint.]

[Ying Long did not have much hope for Ning Xunqiu. How can this situation be resolved without outside help from the likes of Western Heaven, Nether Heaven, and the Liuli Immortal Venerable?]

[Yet Ning Xunqiu broke through with sheer power!]

[In this battle, he used four Spiritual Treasures, especially the Jet Black Obelisk suppressing the "Venerable of Dao and Virtue" and the melodious bell sound trapping the "Daoist Butian," all revealing that they are far beyond incomplete "Great Dao Spiritual Treasures."]

[At this moment, countless cultivators on the Divine Land, upon witnessing this scene, felt their hearts plunge into an ice cellar.]

[After a moment of silence, the majestic voice of the Ancestral Dragon suddenly echoed from the sky, awakening everyone from their stupor and bringing them back to reality.]

[The Great Divine Power Users from the Dragon Race all shouted in unison.] 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

[The Great Gods of the Divine Land Orthodox Sect looked terrified, staring at the Ancestral Dragon unscathed in the sky. Without the Three Saints, they were destined to lose this Great Tribulation of Heaven and Earth.]

["I also have a sword, and I hope the Ancestral Dragon is not shy to instruct me!"]

[At this moment, Ning Xunqiu’s voice rang out. Although weak, how could anyone present not be a True Cultivator, and this weak voice seemed to resonate in everyone’s ears.]

[The Dragon Race stared at the Green Robe Taoist who had cleared the biggest obstacle for them, each dumbfounded, and their high cries gradually subsided, with heavy expressions and confusion.]

[The world suddenly fell into silence.]

[Could it be that this Qingyun Daoist still wants to strike against the "Ancestral Dragon"?]

[Having repeatedly suppressed the Three Saints, his trump cards exhausted, his Primordial Spirit on the brink of collapse, and death imminent, he still insists on challenging the Ancestral Dragon. His earlier words were not false.]

[Now, both the human race and the Dragon Race suddenly realized, this "Qingyun Daoist" did not belong to either side; he merely disapproved of the struggle between humans and dragons and came specifically to stop the outbreak of this great battle.]

[Does he really intend to subjugate the two races by himself?!]

[The human race turned to see the state of the "Qingyun Daoist," his Dao body shattered, one step away from death and Dao extinction. Clearly, he had paid a great price to suppress the "Three Saints."]

[Normally, a single Saint holding a "Lifebound Spiritual Treasure" could easily suppress the "Qingyun Daoist." After all, no matter how strong the "Great Dao" is, it depends on the user.]

[The hope rekindled in the hearts of the human race was instantly extinguished.]

[Filled with anger, they could not help but want to curse: You are already injured to such an extent, yet you’re still boasting here. Don’t you know to suppress the Ancestral Dragon first? Why suppress the Three Saints first?]

[Instead, you leave the strongest one, purely self-defeating.]

[The Ancestral Dragon looked at the solitary and proud figure holding the sword, unable to comprehend what this "Qingyun Daoist" was thinking.]

[At this time, Ying Long also came to his senses, quickly explaining to the Ancestral Dragon: "Brother, I had an agreement with Fellow Daoist Qingyun eight hundred years ago. He would act to suppress the Three Saints for the Dragon Race, and the Dragon Race must not wantonly slaughter the human race."]

["This was an agreement between you and him..." The Ancestral Dragon pondered for a moment and shook his head, "The human race may survive but must leave this realm or must surpass the "Dragon Gate" to become Dragon People."]

["This realm should belong to the Dragon Race alone."]

["Brother!" Ying Long said."]

[The Ancestral Dragon ignored him, looking at Ning Xunqiu, who stood holding a sword, and said in a deep voice: "Fellow Daoist Qingyun, is this agreeable to you?"]

[For the Qingyun Daoist who suppressed the Three Saints, the Ancestral Dragon indeed harbored respect; otherwise, he would not have tolerated his wild words nor acknowledged his agreement with Ying Long.

[It’s just a pity that he was not of dragon blood.]

[Although the Dragon Race possessed the fortune of the Four Seas, it could barely nurture three Great Divine Power Users. Compared to that, the so-called Dragon Race celestial prides were hardly worth mentioning, existing like trash.]

[Ning Xunqiu did not answer, but slowly raised the "Pitch Black Sword" in his hand, the tip pointing directly at the Ancestral Dragon, articulating word by word: "I hope the Ancestral Dragon is not shy to instruct me."]

["Hmm, truly obstinate!" The Dragon Race Great God "Cloud Dragon" exclaimed angrily, full of disdain. This gravely injured body still dares to seek a battle with the "Ancestral Dragon"?]

[Not only Cloud Dragon and the Dragon Race Great Gods found Ning Xunqiu’s actions absurd, but even Ying Long sighed secretly, thinking Ning Xunqiu’s move was nothing short of seeking death.]

[Seeing Ning Xunqiu still persistently unmoved, without any intention to retreat, the Ancestral Dragon’s patience reached its limit. He coldly snorted: "Since it’s so, then I will grant you death!"]

[A gray, sky-covering giant claw loomed into view.]

[Between heaven and earth, it seemed only a dragon and a man opposed each other.]

[At this moment, Ning Xunqiu was indeed exhausted.]

[He had successively wielded the "Divine Weapon Flame Sparrow," "Sword of Chaos," "Immortal Slaying Sword Map," and "Donghuang Bell," exhausting all methods just to barely "suppress the Three Saints" and was unable to kill any.]

[In the bitter battle with the "Three Saints," his flesh body and Primordial Spirit were collapsing, and the divine technique "One Qi Transformed into the Three Pristine Ones" had long reached its limit.]

[At this moment, he even lacked the power to utilize the last trace of spirituality from "Donghuang Taiyi."]

[He could have avoided such a predicament, merely needed to stick to his agreement with "Ying Long," taking action at the crucial moment of the magical combat between the Ancestral Dragon and the Three Saints, and with Master Liuli suppress the "Four Heavens," even just restraining for a moment. Ying Long could have submerged the Divine Land.]

[Looking at it from a perspective of "interest" and the long term, there was truly no need for him to act at this moment, facing the Three Saints and the Ancestral Dragon alone...]

[Clearly, all he needed was a little patience.]

[Clearly, he only needed a colder heart.]

[Clearly, this was just a great dream...]

[Clearly, he was merely a passerby...]

[Clearly...]

[Today, no matter the myriad reasons...]

[I must tell you all clearly!]

[Ning Xunqiu’s deathly gray eyes reflected all things in the world, a strand of brilliant light flickering within.]

[Desperate Breathing Technique—Silent World.]

[Silence—]

[The silent "Great Silence" descended, as a small jet-black "sphere" was cleaved from the sword, confronting the Ancestral Dragon’s massive claw.]

[The jet-black tiny "sphere" suddenly expanded within the Ancestral Dragon’s claw until it completely enveloped its true form.]

[Silence—]

[The Ancestral Dragon opened its eyes, surrounded by pitch blackness, without light, unable even to see with its Primordial Spirit, it was slightly startled: "World?!"]

[When dealing with worlds, it had extensive experience.]

[Just shatter it directly.]

[The Ancestral Dragon then lightly clenched its claw, the Power of Destruction gushing out, the jet-black world trembled violently, and with a crack, the world instantly appeared with fissures.]

[A strand of silver-white light came from the "depths of the Silent World," looking at the Ancestral Dragon with a surprised expression.]

[Unable to analyze...]

[Warning!]

[Unknown life form...]

[Initiating "Final Judgment"...]

[The silver-white figure did not hesitate, spreading its silver-white wings, holding a giant sword, and slowly pressed it down upon the "Ancestral Dragon."]

["It’s you." The Ancestral Dragon extended its massive claw, steadily blocking the attack, the Magical Power and Power of Destruction flowing within it spreading wantonly in this deathly silent world, omnipresent.]

[The silver-white figure looked at the Ancestral Dragon with a grave expression.]

[The Ancestral Dragon itself was unaffected by the "Silent World."]

[The Silent World, as its name suggests, where sound cannot be transmitted, everything is deathly silent, let alone driving Magical Power, Primordial Spirit, or Divine Techniques. Here, even "thought" would stagnate.]

[This is the true silence, the Power of the End.]

[The silver-white figure could only forcibly suppress the Ancestral Dragon with the power of the "Sword of Despair" in its hand.]

[As its Will ceaselessly intensified, the "Desperate Will" it contained might be enough to cause other "Great Dao Divine" beings to fall, but not for the Ancestral Dragon.]

[Because the Ancestral Dragon similarly masters this power.]

[As both are the "Power of the End," there is no absolute superiority or inferiority between them. However, the Ancestral Dragon’s Magical Power was evidently deeper, and the "Will" contained in the "Sword of Despair" could barely suppress it for a moment.]

[But it was already enough.]

[Outside.]

[Above the sky, the action of the Ancestral Dragon raising its giant claw froze, slowly stopping in front of the sword-wielding Daoist, soon after, its gray true form began to gradually fade in color, becoming blurred.]

[All around fell into a deathly silence, even the wind seemed to stop at this moment.]

[The gazes of the Human Race and Dragon Race were tightly locked on this scene, their hearts accelerating with tension in the situation. When they saw Fellow Daoist Qingyun swing his sword, their hearts suddenly paused, and their pupils widened abruptly.]

["The Ancestral Dragon... actually stopped moving?!"]

["That is Fellow Daoist Qingyun’s Lifebound Sword, he is actually still a Sword Cultivator..."]

["But that’s the Ancestral Dragon..."]

[As the Human Race and Dragon Race cultivators’ expressions drastically changed, fearing the power of "Fellow Daoist Qingyun." The multitude silently cast their gazes on that solitary figure in the cyan robe.]

[In their gazes, there was gratitude, respect, confusion, and a bright light...]

[They looked around, the Human Race and Dragon Race consciously ceased fighting, no one dared to act under the "Cyan Robe," not even the Three Saints or the Ancestral Dragon. They suddenly realized, perhaps this was why the "Cyan Robe figure" intervened.]

["I came here, just to stop the fighting."]

["Open your eyes and look at the world..."]

["I have a sword, and I hope the Ancestral Dragon will not hesitate to teach me."]

[The voice echoed in the minds of the multitude, lingering for a long time.]

[With this one sword, the world is blessed indeed.]

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