Cultivating with Bragging System

Chapter 733 371: Feeding the Path Sacrifice! (4000 words)_2

The divine light shot out, whistling through the void and creating terrifying torrents of chaos.

The arrow exploded at a great height, transforming into a purple rain of light that brewed like a thunderous pool.

BOOM!

A massive amount of thunder plummeted, turning the space below into a vast, purple ocean of lightning imbued with an aura of destruction. Countless Divine Beasts charged in, only to be swept away by the sea of thunder and utterly annihilated.

"At this rate, we'll be fighting for a long time!" the Yi Clan Ancestor declared, standing there indifferently as he looked toward Wu Daozong.

Wu Daozong placed a hand behind his back. "So what?"

The Yi Clan Ancestor sighed. A treasure jar suddenly appeared in his hand, filled with a dense fluorescent light and emitting a divine aura. An overwhelming might spread out, causing even Wu Daozong's expression to change.

"I don't have that much time! If we keep fighting, your life… might no longer be mine to take!" the Yi Clan Ancestor said as he opened the treasure jar. A cluster of golden light floated out, its aura so terrifying that the surrounding void was continuously torn and ripped apart by an invisible hurricane, unable to withstand the pressure.

It was a single drop of blood—the blood of a supreme powerhouse. Even after his fall countless years ago, a single drop of his blood could still destroy heaven and earth.

"Great Yi, your descendant begs for your divine power to help me slay the enemy before me!" he pleaded, holding up the drop of divine blood, his eyes full of fervor and faith.

This was the Yi Clan Ancestor, a Supreme powerhouse of the current age. Who could possibly be worthy of such reverence from him?

Yi!

He was a Great Ability from ancient times and the very origin of the Yi Clan's name. He had once wounded Emperor Jinwu of the Devil Race, and his fame was renowned even in the Primordial Ages.

HUM!

The drop of golden divine blood seemed to awaken, possessing a spirit of its own. It circled in midair for a moment before landing on the Day Chasing Bow. At that instant, the Day Chasing Bow erupted in a brilliant light. Its ancient great seal script lit up as if ablaze, golden and dazzling, and ancient runes inundated the void.

The Yi Clan Ancestor grasped the Day Chasing Bow, and his entire being transformed. His long hair billowed, an ancient seal materialized on his forehead, and his aura became archaic with a hint of the Savage Wilderness, as if he had crossed the void from an infinitely distant epoch.

"Die!"

His gaze turned indifferent, like a god looking down upon all mortals. The faint word he uttered contained terrifying power, shattering the void.

SWOOSH!

The divine light pierced through heaven and earth, reaching the Painting Immortal in an instant.

Wu Daozong raised his brush, making several rapid strokes before him with the grace of iron brushwork and silver hooks. Chaotic Qi materialized in front of him, evolving into layer upon layer of worlds. There was an endless domain of fire where magma and flames filled the sky and land. There was a world made entirely of water, a vast ocean with no earth in sight. There was a desolate, ancient continent from which towering mountains rose.

He was like a god of creation, his brush birthing worlds before him, a total of nine heavens. The power of his Divine Skills was unimaginable, leaving all who witnessed it dumbfounded.

But the power of that arrow was truly terrifying. It swiftly pierced the first heaven, reached the second, then the third… all the way to the ninth. The light of the arrow dimmed considerably and paused for a moment, but it still managed to shatter that final world.

Wu Daozong's body swayed. A bloody hole appeared on his shoulder, with crimson blood flowing freely. A terrifying power seethed within, preventing it from healing, and his aura weakened significantly.

"It still falls just short!" the Yi Clan Ancestor said, looking at Wu Daozong from afar with a pitying expression. "If your Dao were complete, I truly could not have killed you today! What a pity that the Dao of Painting… is ultimately incomplete!"

Wu Daozong remained silent, his gaze falling to the world below. His eyes pierced the void, seeing the scene in Cold Mountain City where the slaughter had become even more brutal. Both the Human Race and the Demon Race had suffered heavy casualties. Bodies littered the ground in a scene too ghastly to behold.

「At the Academy.」

Before the pavilion.

CLACK!

Meng Ran pinched a chess piece and placed it on the board.

Confucius sat opposite him. "Your mind is unsettled," he said, looking at him.

Meng Ran replied grimly, "Master, I'm a bit worried about Martial Uncle…"

Confucius's gaze was serene. "This is his tribulation, and it is also the tribulation of the Dao of Painting. None of us can help him. He can only rely on himself."

Meng Ran hesitated for a moment. "Master, do you really think Martial Uncle will sacrifice all the other practitioners of the Dao of Painting to complete his own Dao?"

Confucius looked at him and countered, "In your view, is it right or wrong to achieve one's own goals at the expense of all other living beings?"

Meng Ran thought for a moment before saying, "Martial Uncle is the foremost practitioner of the Dao of Painting. If he succeeds this time, completes the Dao of Painting, and has a chance to step into the supreme realm, it would be a great boon for the entire Human Race! But…"

Confucius smiled slightly. "But what?"

Meng Ran clenched his fists and mustered his courage. "But, it does not seem like the conduct of a gentleman!"

Confucius gently stroked his beard and gazed into the distance. "Your Martial Uncle has always disliked my so-called 'way of the gentleman'!"

Meng Ran was stunned.

Confucius continued slowly, "He has his own set of rules. No matter what others say, he may not listen. But in my view, there are few in this world worthy of the title 'gentleman,' yet he counts as one!"

Meng Ran listened, utterly confused.

Just then, a figure sitting cross-legged nearby, resembling a black mountain, suddenly opened his eyes. His gaze was sharp and compelling.

"What a Painting Immortal!"

「Inside the room.」

Wang Xiu withdrew his gaze from the painting and let out a long sigh. So, this is what you were thinking!

He looked up toward the vastness of the void. A point of light suddenly appeared there, growing brighter and brighter. At first, it was like one of the stars, then like the brilliant moon, until it swelled to the size of a great sun, burning fiercely in the void.

"Wu Daozong, have you gone mad?" The frantic and enraged voice of the Yi Clan Ancestor rang out.

The old man in an ink-feathered cyan robe stood firm in the void, his voice clear and resonant. "I, Wu Daozong, have cultivated for over fifty thousand years. My life's pursuit has been for nothing more than for the Heavenly Dao to open a new path, to grant us Painting Dao Cultivators a road to the heavens! Today, I am willing to feed the Dao with my body, to forsake my tens of thousands of years of cultivation, and I ask only for the Heavenly Dao's mercy, to grant all Painting Dao Cultivators a thread of hope for survival!"

For a radius of ten thousand li, the clouds and mist roiled, and the booming sounds of the Dao echoed from above the Nine Heavens. An indescribable, supreme majesty slowly descended upon the mortal world.

A giant vortex appeared between heaven and earth.

Wu Daozong's aura grew stronger and stronger, higher and higher, breaking through the boundless void as he soared toward that vortex!

Witnessing this, everyone was stunned.

The unusually enchanting woman from the Demon Race's expression changed abruptly. "What's going on? Wasn't he supposed to devour the other Painting Dao Cultivators to complete his own Dao?"

The Yi Clan Ancestor stepped out from the void, his face grim. "We've been deceived! He intends to feed himself to the Dao to imprint the origin of the Dao of Painting, giving the world's Painting Dao Cultivators a sliver of hope of becoming a Great Emperor!"

The woman from the Demon Race cursed, "That old lunatic! He's only a Quasi-Emperor himself. Even if he feeds his body to the Dao, the origin he imprints won't be complete. Its effect will be minimal! What on earth is he thinking?"

"We need to leave, quickly! The moment he feeds the Dao, before his humanity is completely extinguished, he'll be able to briefly wield a portion of the Heavenly Dao's power. We'll be in danger then!"

At this moment, a stern Sky Demon Emperor slowly approached. "We cannot leave. Stop him! The Human Master has given an order: Wu Daozong must be brought back!"

Hearing this, the others exchanged glances, all gritting their teeth as they made their decision.

The Yi Clan Ancestor drew his bow, his hair and beard flying wildly as he once again activated the power of the divine blood. An arrow shot forth, sundering the sky. The woman from the Demon Race raised a hand, and the immense Demon Tower emanated a terrifying demonic aura, tearing through the void to suppress him.

Each of them deployed their techniques, all of which were terrifying to the extreme. Along the way, the void was continuously shattered, and many people were killed on the spot. Yet, as these attacks approached Wu Daozong, they were repelled by a single wisp of clear light.

That was the Power of the Heavenly Dao!

Wu Daozong had already begun to be assimilated!

"Master!"

"Painting Immortal!!!"

Below, Wu Daozong's many disciples watched this scene, their hearts stricken with grief, their eyes reddening with tears.

The other Cultivators were also visibly moved. To forsake one's own life to carve out a sliver of an opportunity for future generations to achieve the Great Dao—such an act held immeasurable merit and was worthy of profound admiration.

This was especially true for those witnessing it firsthand. After the Painting Immortal fed the Dao, a baptism would descend upon them, enhancing their comprehension of the Dao of Painting and granting them unimaginable Creation.

So this was the true reason the Painting Immortal had hosted this longevity feast.

"From a long-term perspective, this action indeed benefits the Human Race…"

Atop Little Cold Mountain, Wang Xiu withdrew his gaze and sighed. "It's just a pity that in the current situation, without a Quasi-Emperor, I'm afraid there will be no future!"

He turned to look at the scroll suspended in mid-air. A brush suddenly appeared in his hand.

Slowly, he raised his hand and added a single stroke to the painting.