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"No, that's absolutely impossible!"

Some of the creatures at the end of the road went mad.

Even Huang and the others found it unbelievable.

Those ten ancient coffins are the key to the revival of the ancestors and their continuous life!

They had killed the progenitor many times, but the progenitor was resurrected each time, endlessly!

They also tried to sever their control over those ancient coffins, but the strange power always repelled them, preventing them from doing so.

But this young man could do it; he could even destroy the ancient coffin!

Terrifying strength!

They knew that the final battle was about to end in desolation!

This episode was witnessed by all ages, horrified all ages, and also allowed all ages to witness supreme power!

"Greetings, Your Excellency. My name is Huang!"

"Greetings, Your Excellency. My name is Ye!"

"Greetings, Your Excellency. My name is Liu..."

Chapter 225 The Source of the Mystery, the True Creator!

Everyone came to worship, and the faith and worship of people from all the heavens and myriad realms throughout the ages formed an unparalleled Dao bond that blessed Su Ze.

Soon, the Eternal River closed, and everyone relaxed. The epic battle on the eerie plateau was finally over, and all that remained was to wrap things up.

It's just a pity that I can no longer see that person's figure.

He will live forever!

Most of the creatures at the end of the road on the strange plateau were quickly wiped out. Only three creatures at the end of the road remained, barely clinging to life. They had been locked onto by the Immortal Emperor Huang and could not escape, like lambs being targeted by a pack of wolves.

This is the current predicament of these strange creatures!

The ending should have been tragic and magnificent.

The universe will be plunged into darkness on this day.

The entire world had lost its luster, becoming lifeless and gloomy. The last glimmer of hope in people's hearts was swallowed by the abyss, leaving them feeling extremely oppressed.

On this day, Ara and Ha will die in battle.

On this day, the empress who performed the ritual in dire straits will eventually turn into light and depart into the distance.

This was originally the true era of imperial decline, an unprecedented tragedy, where all emperors would die.

The entire era was buried, the glorious world bathed in brilliance turned to ashes, all the old friends, the evolved beings who dared to fight against the cursed land, all perished, leaving only ruins, burying the sages, and leaving no trace.

But everything changed. Because of Su Ze's appearance, the Immortal Emperors almost never died; instead, the tragedy occurred on the eerie plateau.

The three remaining beings at the End of the Path level all looked solemn and panicked. They knew that with their current strength, they could not contend with Huang, Ye, or Su Ze.

At one moment, they actually knelt down solemnly, their eyes filled with awe and faith, facing a certain direction of the heavens!

Anyone who saw this would be terrified, because three beings at the pinnacle of their cultivation, comparable to Immortal Emperors, were actually kneeling down and kowtowing!

For the bizarre race, this is the most sacred ritual, and no mistakes are allowed.

As the ceremony began, a powerful and eerie force surged through the heavens.

Everything turned towards the endless crimson ocean beyond the heavens. With each splash of a wave, swathes of broken worlds shattered. This was the terrifying Sea of ​​Sacrifice, known as the place where immortal emperors offered sacrifices, its crimson waves surging to the heavens.

Even the heavens seem like isolated islands before it. Waves crash against the sky, stirring up countless times throughout history, causing illusions and destruction. This is the infinite universe destroyed in the past. Every wave was once brilliant, a once vibrant world, now turned into the smoke of history, incomplete, broken, and devoid of life, forming a blood-red sacrificial sea.

It is so vast and boundless that even immortal emperors can easily get lost within it. One needs clear coordinates, otherwise one might find oneself lost in an unnamed, desolate place where the past and present are intertwined.

Deep within the blood-red ocean lies an altar, magnificent and towering, utterly silent. The surrounding waves have all ceased, subsided, and are beyond its reach.

Many people died in the previous great battle, and they have not yet fully recovered. Now they have become sacrifices, and the great power of heaven and earth flows in.

It's truly unimaginable that the last three creatures on this eerie plateau would undergo such a ritual before their deaths.

It was as if they were making offerings to a living being, rather than performing a regular religious ceremony.

Under Huang's interrogation, a being at the end of the road said:

"It is indeed calling for some great being."

"The progenitor sought greater power, so he continuously offered sacrifices, hoping that the traces left by that person in the infinite universe would be revealed, or even a wisp of thought would be revived to inspire them and help them step into a higher realm."

Upon hearing this, everyone was shocked. The strange plateau, the source of the strange ancestral power, and the origin of the ominous creature's birth all pointed to a single being.

They didn't know how many years they had traversed, but the altar was extremely far away and difficult to reach in a short time.

Within that blood mist, they seemed to hear a faint, almost inaudible sigh, seemingly real yet illusory, echoing deep within the crimson sea of ​​sacrifice.

They stared intently, and on the black altar, faintly visible... was a blurry figure looking back. Was it gazing at the past, or climbing to a height to reminisce about something?

Huang and the others felt a chill run down their spines. Could there really be such a creature?

However, the blurry figure disintegrated in an instant, all traces vanished, it disappeared from the world, could no longer exist, and everything returned to nothingness.

Such immense power from death could only be manifested by him for a fleeting moment, which shows just how powerful he was!

"He is... the owner of the Three-Life Coffin!"

At that moment, their thoughts clicked.

The strongest thing that supported them—the Three-Life Coffin and those powerful primordial substances... all originated from one person!

This shock was no less than when Ghost and his companions discovered that the Leisure Manor was full of mythical beasts.

In order to catch a glimpse of the person's true face and to explore the altar, everyone rushed in with all their might, including Su Ze.

He also wanted to see who possessed such great power.

It's incredibly fierce!

In the end, Su Ze was the first to arrive at the altar. The blood waves inside made him uncomfortable, more uncomfortable than anything he had ever felt before, whether it was the scorching sun of the desert in the manor or the freezing cold of winter.

Huang and the others barely managed to step inside.

Bibi Dong and Su Xue'er woke up at this time, but they were unable to get close to this place.

Su Xueer thought she would be scolded and punished, and that everyone's eyes would be on her, but when she woke up, she found that this was not the case. Even her mother and teacher just sighed.

It seems that her cross-dressing to participate in the competition is no longer a big deal.

In fact, compared to the great battle on the eerie plateau, her affairs were insignificant.

The most crucial thing about her is 'coincidence'. She and Xiao Yan just happened to establish a brief connection with the strange plateau, which then spread to that group of universes.

"This ancient aura seems to have existed since time immemorial."

"Father God!"

"Father God has arrived!"

The God Realm of Douluo Continent had become insignificant, and could only develop stealthily. But at this moment, they discovered a figure that excited them.

They had thought countless times that Su Ze was the incarnation of the Father God, but now they realized that the Father God was the Father God and Su Ze was Su Ze.

"It is him, the creator of all ages, your relics still exist."

The gods in the divine realm knelt before the Father God, who knelt before the altar.

He was trapped in the Jin Yuan Continent, and now his divine power of creation was almost completely gone.

He was only able to escape when that terrifying and eerie power struck, affecting all planes of existence.

His figure trembled when he saw the altar.

His figure seemed to pierce through the universe, reaching Su Ze and Huang, who all turned to look at this Father God:

"Do you know that person?"

"Yes, I witnessed it. He granted me the power of chaos, giving me the ability to create universes. That's why I created the God Realm and multiple planes like Douluo Star..."

Chapter 226 Let Me Be the Guardian of the Sea of ​​Blood

How powerful is the true creator god?

The answer is simple: the transcendent realm that has obtained the power of chaotic creation.

In the past, in the realm of gods, the underworld, and Douluo Star, he was supreme, the only god, and possessed the power to create the world.

However, in the current universe, he is so weak that he is not even worth mentioning. Even Bibi Dong is stronger than him.

In fact, this is not an exaggeration.

The proudest creation of the so-called Father God is the divine realm, and the existence of the divine realm is actually due to the sun.

(As written in Mad God, the divine realm needs energy to sustain itself, and the source of this energy is the Day of Demons and the Day of Angels, both of which originate from a portion of the Father God's own energy, as well as from the absorption of solar energy.)

This is really terrible; the creation of this plane is not even complete or whole.

Even more incredibly, they still managed to collect the ears of wheat from the altar's powerful being.

We can imagine a being who was roaming the primordial microcosm and thought himself supreme, the greatest being here, the only king. Suddenly, an incredibly terrifying being descended and left behind a trace of his aura. After comprehending that aura, he actually gained the ability to create.

So he began to explore, creating life and planets, but each life he created did not live long, and he always felt that something was missing.

It is light, it is energy!

Countless tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions of years passed before the Creator finally realized that humanity lacked the most crucial element: light! Energy! The key to sustaining life!

So the father god began to think about how to create the sun. Creating a complete sun was quite complicated and difficult, after all, it was the core of a star system. He first had to figure out the elements of the sun, its structure, and how it worked...

This is far too complicated, like asking a math novice to solve a world-class problem.

But the Creator is indeed the Creator. In the end, he came up with a solution: since I cannot create a real sun, I can always forge one. It does not require a complicated working principle; it only requires simple energy absorption and feedback, which is equivalent to a connecting hub. Thus, the Angel's Day and the Demon's Day appeared.

They rely on the energy of other suns to nourish life in those planes.

So the Creator clapped his hands happily, "Yes, it's done! I'm a genius!"

However, it is worth noting that the inability to fully create a real sun does not mean that the creator is weak; creation is much more difficult than destruction.

It takes half a day, or even several days, to build a sandcastle, but it only takes one kick to knock it down.