Chapter 465: A Sky Full of Shooting Stars (Part 2)

Countless figures tore through the heavens, their auras illuminating the blood red sky.

Among them, the weakest were at the First Stage of Tribulation Transcendence Realm, while some had already reached its absolute limits, standing only one step away from Immortal Ascension Realm.

In an era when the Lower Realm flourished, such cultivators might not have been considered invincible, but they would undoubtedly be regarded as powerhouses capable of commanding entire regions.

However, during the distant eras when Immortals and Gods descended to conduct the Cleansing, the circumstances were entirely different.

The Tribulation Transcendence Realm was the third to last realm of mortal cultivation, standing just beneath Immortal Ascension Realm and the final Half Immortal Realm.

It was the final threshold separating ordinary cultivators from those who had begun to transcend mortality.

Anyone capable of reaching this realm was a prodigy of their generation, possessing extraordinary talent, an astonishing Dao foundation, and sufficient Providence to withstand countless tribulations.

If they successfully ascended to the Upper Realm, they would all have the potential to become genuine Immortals.

Some might even establish their own Dao lineages, becoming ancestors whose names would be remembered for millions of years.

Yet, at this moment, those who had once stood at the pinnacle of the Mortal World were charging towards what was almost certainly their deaths without hesitation.

The first figure to arrive above the Central Continent was a middle aged man wearing a tattered grey robe.

His hair were disheveled, and his face was covered in wrinkles. His aura was unstable, and his Spiritual Energy had already begun to compress.

He was once the ancestor of a powerful sect, a renowned powerhouse who had dominated an entire region for tens of thousands of years.

However, his sect was destroyed during the previous Righteous-Demonic War, leaving him with nothing but a handful of surviving disciples.

For centuries, he had lived in seclusion, hoping to reach the Immortal Ascension Realm before his lifespan expired.

But when he was on the verge of success, the Cleansing descended.

Now, with only a few decades remaining before his death, he had finally emerged from seclusion.

He looked towards the distant Immortal army, laughing bitterly.

"Ha... ahahhaha! To think that this old man would still have the opportunity to witness such a grand spectacle before dying!"

His laughter echoed across the heavens, and without the slightest hesitation, he ignited his remaining life essence.

His body began to shine, his Nascent Soul trembled violently, and the Dao he had cultivated throughout his entire life began to disintegrate.

In the next instant, he transformed into a streak of light and charged towards the Upper Realm army.

*BOOM!*

A dazzling explosion erupted above the Central Continent.

The middle aged man vanished, leaving behind not even a trace of his former existence.

Yet, his death was merely the beginning.

A young man wearing a blue robe charged forward with a sword in his hand, smiling as he ignited his cultivation.

An elderly woman with silver hair followed closely behind him, a faint, mocking smirk on her face as she transformed into a brilliant radiance.

A burly man carrying an enormous axe roared towards the heavens before detonating his entire existence.

A graceful woman in white robes smiled faintly, eyes full of determination as her figure disappeared with a dazzling explosion.

One after another, the cultivators arrived, and one after another, they self-detonated.

They did not even attempt to fight the Upper Realm cultivators through conventional means.

A Tribulation Transcendence cultivator might be able to defeat an ordinary cultivator of a higher realm under exceptional circumstances, but against the Half Immortals and genuine Immortals of the Upper Realm, such a possibility was almost nonexistent.

Therefore, they chose the most direct method.

They burned their bodies, souls, and Daos, transforming everything they possessed into a final explosion, just like shooting stars, illuminating the heavens for a brief moment before disappearing.

The expressions of the Upper Realm cultivators gradually changed.

Initially, they had regarded the approaching figures with indifference.

A few thousand Tribulation Transcendence cultivators might sound impressive when gathered together, but what threat could they pose to an army containing hundreds of Vagrant Immortals and thousands of Half Immortals?

Even the weakest Half Immortal could suppress countless Tribulation Transcendence cultivators with a casual movement of their hand.

But as the number of self-detonations increased, the situation gradually changed, and the explosions began overlapping.

One streak of light after another plunged into the Immortal army, and the resulting shockwaves collided, producing an increasingly terrifying destructive force.

Some Upper Realm cultivators were forced to retreat, while others hastily summoned their defensive treasures, their expressions becoming increasingly ugly.

Even those who possessed sufficiently powerful cultivation could not help but feel a sense of unease.

After all, even a Half Immortal had a limit to how much they could tolerate being attacked, and these people were not just attacking, but burning their entire existence!

"Damn it! Have these Lower Realm cultivators gone mad?!"

A Immortal Ascension cultivator from the Upper Realm roared as he summoned a defensive barrier around his body.

The next instant, a streak of light crashed into it.

*BOOM!*

The barrier shattered instantly, and although he managed to survive the explosion, the tremendous impact forced him backwards, his aura fluctuating violently.

Before he could recover, another streak of light approached from the distance, causing his expression to change.

"Stop them!"

His roar echoed across the battlefield.

But how could they stop them?

The approaching cultivators were not afraid of death.

They were not even trying to preserve their lives long enough to exchange a single move.

The moment they entered the battlefield, they ignited everything they possessed.

...

The woman in pale golden robes stood amidst the chaotic battlefield, her face growing increasingly gloomy.

She had initially believed that the Lower Realm cultivators would eventually exhaust their courage and accept their inevitable deaths.

Yet, the figures arriving from every direction showed no intention of stopping.

Like moths rushing towards a flame, one after another, they willingly threw themselves into the destruction.

"What a bunch of lunatics!"

She gritted her teeth as a golden barrier emerged around her body, shielding her from the countless shockwaves sweeping across the battlefield.

Even so, she could not completely avoid the impact.

The explosions were too numerous, and the surrounding void had become unbearably chaotic.

She looked towards the distant horizon, where countless streaks of light continued to appear, a trace of uncertainty emerging within her heart.

How many more were there?

How many cultivators were willing to sacrifice everything for a world that could no longer protect them?

The Lower Realm had already lost most of its ancient powerhouses.

Its strongest prodigies were gravely injured, and its remaining supreme experts were being suppressed by the Lightning Tribulation Divine Deity.

Under such circumstances, where did all these people come from, and why were they so determined to die?

They filled the sky like shooting stars, each one carrying the final radiance of a life that refused to surrender.

For a brief moment, the entire Mortal World seemed to have become a sea of light.

The Upper Realm cultivators watched with changing expressions, while the Lower Realm survivors stared blankly at the countless figures rushing towards their enemies.

The power of Faith surged through the heavens, merging with the invisible Providence of those who had chosen to stand against the Cleansing.

The shooting stars streaked across the sky before falling endlessly.

All of them seemed to have reached a tacit understanding.

Since that person needed time, then they would give him time.