Chapter 1483 - Sixth-Level Void Realm
Elder Jian had all but thrown away his life to protect Liu Wuxie. As long as he could sever the Path of Fate, he could stop the Lingqiong Clan from killing Liu Wuxie's previous life and safeguard his present life.
By now, Jia Mo had already lost both arms, and his body rotted inch by inch until he resembled a gigantic, pus-filled lump on the ground. He no longer had a recognizable shape, as he was reduced to what looked like a meatball.
Facing the attacks of the two Lingqiong Clan's experts, Elder Jian no longer had the strength to block them, as he had spent every last shred of power severing the Path of Fate.
With a deafening boom, the attacks blasted Elder Jian backward, his blood dyeing the sky red as nearly all the bones in his chest shattered. He was reduced to a bloody mess, and it felt like a miracle that he hadn't exploded on the spot.
When Elder Jian saw that the Path of Fate had failed to recover, a faint smile tugged at his face. He had completed his task, and he slowly closed his eyes, allowing himself to fall into the River of Fate.
Anyone who fell into the River of Fate would sink into it for eternity, and even an immortal couldn't bring them back. Yet right before Elder Jian could plunge into the River of Fate, a golden ray flashed and wrapped around him. A spatial rift opened in the same instant and carried Elder Jian away.
No one knew whether he lived or died. Even if he survived, though, he would still need an unimaginably long time to recover.
Liu Wuxie recognized that immortal ray, as it had appeared once before during the Myriad Race Ceremony. It had to be the Radiant Mirror.
As the River of Fate calmed, the Deity of Fate vanished, and the Path of Fate was severed completely. That meant no one could ever retrace Liu Wuxie's previous life, because someone had severed his heavenly dao.
"Senior Jia Mo!" the two experts of the Lingqiong Clan screamed, desperate for Jia Mo to find another way.
However, Jia Mo had already turned into a massive lump of meat, losing the ability to speak, leaving only a wisp of consciousness behind. The backlash of the heavenly dao worsened with every breath, and it was only a matter of time before he died.
The lump of meat wriggled as it slid into the River of Fate, splashing water up into the air.