Immortal Mortal Chapter 1228: Grieving The Fragility Of Life

Everyone watching was certain Mo Wuji would be annihilated by the lightning laws of the Great Art of Thunderclap. Even Lei Hongji, who was preparing his escape, paused in his tracks.

Mo Wuji had employed a lightning-type skill back in the cultivation world, but that rudimentary technique was nothing compared to the Great Art of Thunderclap, powered by fundamental Lightning Law. It was inconceivable that Mo Wuji, lacking lightning-type spiritual roots, wouldn't be obliterated by such a strike. If anyone else, even with the necessary roots, faced the Great Art of Thunderclap's lightning, they would surely be torn asunder.

Yet, Mo Wuji stood his ground, making no attempt to flee. Was he deliberately seeking his own demise?

A fleeting thought crossed Lei Hongji's mind: regardless of Mo Wuji's intentions, escaping now was paramount. If Mo Wuji indeed intended to court death, Lei Hongji could always return later.

However, in the very next moment, Lei Hongji realized who was truly facing doom. It wasn't Mo Wuji, but himself. The colossal force of the Mortal Dao Laws ensnared him, paralyzing his ability to flee. The aura of death descended upon him instantly.

The overwhelming lightning struck Mo Wuji's body. While it did cause some blood to spray forth, it failed to impede his actions. His halberd remained unwavering, continuing its assault with lethal force.

Lei Hongji desperately thrashed against the grip of the Mortal Dao Laws. Alas, the exertion from wielding the Great Art of Thunderclap had drained him significantly. Against these potent Dao Laws, he could only manage to tear a minuscule opening in the surrounding domain. Yet, by the time he achieved this, the magnificent, white halberd light had already arrived.

Gazing at the incoming halberd light, Lei Hongji was consumed by despair. He felt as though he was witnessing a melancholic sunset – beautiful, yet tragically ephemeral.

In that final instant, an image of a girl flickered before his eyes. She wasn't the most stunning beauty, but possessed a rare delicacy and radiance. He only knew her name: Su Rou'Er...

Regardless of his past deeds or the countless lives taken to ascend to the pinnacle, a pure and untainted sanctuary within his heart remained, reserved solely for Su Rou'Er. It was a regret that he would never see that day.

"Pff!" A blinding crimson light filled his vision as a bloom of blood erupted before him. Lei Hongji's sea of consciousness fractured, his spiritual channels and Dantian shattered. Simultaneously, his primordial spirit was extinguished, consumed by the beautiful, fading light.

Without hesitation, Mo Wuji tore open Lei Hongji's personal world. Whatever animosity existed between them would cease to be, dissolving into dust.

Upon witnessing Mo Wuji withstand the Great Art of Thunderclap, Luo Xu understood their disadvantage. He immediately turned to flee, without a second thought. Though Tian Hen could contend with Luo Xu, he was ultimately outmatched. If Luo Xu was determined to escape, Tian Hen would be powerless to stop him.

Mo Wuji had just vanquished Lei Hongji. Even with the strongest desire to pursue Luo Xu, he couldn't be in two places at once.

A chilling killing intent, sharp enough to pierce bone, emanated from what seemed like another dimension. This formidable intent directly obstructed Luo Xu's escape route. As Luo Xu frantically attempted to alter his trajectory, the killing intent had already severed his head.

Emerging as if from the void, mirroring the intent of the killing blow, a woman appeared. With a swift gesture, an icy energy enveloped Luo Xu's primordial spirit, rapidly diminishing its strength.

"It's you? Sage Bing Ying?" Luo Xu's soul began to dissipate. If there was anyone else in this universe he truly feared, it would undoubtedly be Sage Bing Ying.

Within this realm, the most formidable among the eight Sages was not himself, but Bing Ying. The other seven were Luo Xu, Tian Hen, Qing Yuan, Huan Ti, Fo Ti, Tai Luan, and the Sage Nun.

Sage Bing Ying had vanished prior to the last Cataclysm. Luo Xu never anticipated her reappearance during the current World-Ending Cataclysm, let alone meeting his end at her hands.

As Lei Hongji fell and Luo Xu attempted his escape, Tai Luan also sought to flee. However, Tai Luan didn't get far before a tree root struck him, forcing him back into the fray. Immediately afterward, Yuan Zhenyi's fist descended. In that very spot, Tai Luan was pulverized into a mist of blood, his soul annihilated.

He never imagined his demise would come so swiftly after Tai Shixiao's. Had Heng Zuo not betrayed them, Tai Luan might have actually managed to escape.

Heng Zuo clasped his fists towards Yuan Zhenyi, "I was compelled to come here by Luo. I am an acquaintance of Dao Friend Mo, and thus I did not employ my full strength previously."

Yuan Zhenyi was aware that Heng Zuo had held back his true power earlier. Consequently, he paid Heng Zuo no mind, instead hurtling towards Fo Ti who was locked in combat with the Sage Nun. Noticing Yuan Zhenyi was no longer targeting him, Heng Zuo then engaged Yuan Jie with his utmost might. Having already defected, he felt compelled to demonstrate his loyalty. After all, he had not been the one to slay Tai Luan.

"Yingxian..." Mo Wuji exclaimed in pleasant surprise, recognizing the woman who had defeated Luo Xu.

The arrival was none other than Lian Yingxian. He had always known Lian Yingxian possessed hidden depths, but he had never imagined her capabilities to be this formidable.

"Wuji, we shall speak once I have dispatched this wicked dog, Qing Yuan." Lian Yingxian understood Sage Qing Yuan's cunning nature. Even with Huan Ti and Tian Hen united against him, Qing Yuan could still find an escape if even one of them faltered.

Mo Wuji lacked the time to respond. His spiritual sense immediately focused on Yan’Er, who was still desperately struggling within the disintegrating universe.

Despite Yan’Er's frantic efforts to reach him, the ceaseless tide of cultivators converging on their location made her seem increasingly distant.

Due to the presence of a primordial formation in this area, the space managed to sustain life even as the universe began its collapse. This formation was the sole reason this region remained partially intact amidst the fierce battles waged by so many powerful cultivators.

Witnessing Yan’Er's arduous struggle sent a pang through Mo Wuji's heart.

As the universe crumbled, the progressively shrinking space became ever more constricted. Countless cultivators were continuously expelled from this shrinking zone. Upon entering the collapsing void, they were instantly annihilated, vanishing into nothingness.

Even Mo Wuji hesitated to venture towards Yan’Er. The corrosive effects and the ongoing collapse of the universe posed a threat to his physical form and his Dao, with the potential to erase him entirely.

A surge of anxiety gripping Mo Wuji, he swiftly extended his spiritual will towards the God World plane. A significant portion of the God World had already disintegrated. Innumerable cultivators had vanished, and entire mountain ranges, oceans, and deserts had ceased to exist without a trace.

He hadn't truly registered it during his life-or-death struggles. But now, a cold numbness crept up his skull. A profound sorrow welled within him—a lament for the sheer fragility of existence. Following this World-Ending Cataclysm, would any life endure in the cosmos?

It wasn't merely the God World. Even the Immortal realm had fractured and faded away.

When Mo Wuji observed the disciples of his Mortal Sect being consumed by the encroaching aura of collapse and disappearing, the grief in his heart intensified. What was the ultimate purpose of cultivating to the pinnacle of power? Against this Heavenly Dao, he was still but an ant. His existence remained as ephemeral as a mayfly's.

Mo Wuji understood that he had to devise a solution. Otherwise, even if Yan’Er managed to reach him, their survival would be meaningless; they would perish together.

He had always acknowledged the terrifying nature of the World-Ending Cataclysm. However, he had never conceived of its destructive power manifesting to such an extreme degree.

"Young Master..." Yan’Er's mournful cry echoed as she was forcefully ejected by a late-stage Unity God into the ravaged expanse of the universe.

She did not fear death itself. Yet, she harbored a deep reluctance to perish before reaching her young master.

"Wait for me!" Mo Wuji could bear it no longer, charging forward.

"Wuji, are you attempting suicide? That is the eroded universe. Even a Sage would be reduced to dust upon entering it," Lian Yingxian exclaimed, having just vanquished Sage Qing Yuan, she rushed to intercept Mo Wuji.

Mo Wuji took a deep breath and stated calmly, "I must go. Otherwise, I will never find peace, even if I escape. Luo managed to flee into this eroded and collapsing space. I believe I can achieve the same."

Lian Yingxian retorted with frustration, "Luo possessed the Dao Law of the Universe and utilized it to escape. Do you possess such a thing?"

Dao Law of the Universe? A sudden flash, akin to lightning, illuminated Mo Wuji's mind. He immediately revealed two Dao Laws of the Universe.

Upon their manifestation, each Dao Law transformed into an endless golden pathway, stretching outwards.

As he observed that these two golden pathways remained unaffected by the collapsing universe, Mo Wuji felt a surge of elation.

These two golden pathways served as lifelines in a vast, turbulent ocean. The instant they appeared, the surviving cultivators frantically scrambled to reach them. Because Mo Wuji's pathway extended directly beneath Yan’Er's position, she was the first to step onto these paths. She hastened her steps towards Mo Wuji.

Upon witnessing these two magnificent pathways, Lian Yingxian murmured in astonishment, "Wuji, you have actually acquired two Dao Laws of the Universe..."