478: Chapter 478 The Heavenly Emperor (43)

An invisible Sword Intent slashed into that mass of twisted Divine Soul phantom.

This sword strike was silent and soundless, yet it pointed directly at the Origin.

Heart Sword.

Inherited from the second supreme of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Sword Tomb, an existence buried deep within the Guixu Sea, suspected to be above the Great Emperor level.

In the countless times he had used it in the past, Ye Yun always felt that the power of this sword strike did not match the level of that inheritor.

He even once thought that it was because his cultivation was too low to unleash the true power of the Heart Sword.

But at this moment.

When this invisible Sword Intent landed upon that mass of the great terror Divine Soul that was about to revive.

The effect was surprisingly good.

That mass of squirming darkness Origin actually convulsed violently the moment the Heart Sword touched it.

It was as if a red-hot iron had been branded onto a wound.

The black Divine Soul phantom began to disintegrate rapidly, peeling off piece by piece and turning into nothingness.

One must know, this was a remnant soul of the great terror that had been suppressed by the supreme desolate ancient sacred body remains for countless eras and had never dissipated.

That Senior had spent his entire life only able to suppress and Seal it, rather than eliminate it.

But as soon as the Heart Sword appeared, it was rapidly perishing.

It was as if this sword strike was its natural nemesis.

Before that mass of darkness Origin disintegrated, the twisted Divine Soul phantom suddenly froze.

It "looked" toward Ye Yun.

To be precise, it "looked" toward that invisible Sword Intent in Ye Yun's hand.

A thick sense of fear and confusion was transmitted from that fragmented Divine Soul.

It was stunned.

Not because of the fear of death.

But because it did not understand.

It could not understand why this ant-like creature could slash out this sword strike.

This sword strike should not have appeared in the Three Thousand Dao Provinces.

"Im... possible..."

A hoarse, unwilling whisper squeezed out from that disintegrating Divine Soul.

Immediately afterward, the darkness completely collapsed.

The remnant soul of the great terror, which had been suppressed by the supreme desolate ancient sacred body remains for an unknown number of eons, simply vanished like that.

...

The Three Thousand Dao Provinces, a certain Holy Land shrouded in endless divine light.

An existence sitting cross-legged in the Void Realm suddenly opened his eyes.

His cultivation level was unfathomably deep.

"The thing suppressed by Huang the Second... is gone?"

"Just who was it that made a move..."

He closed his eyes, his Divine Thought sweeping across the Three Thousand Dao Provinces, attempting to capture that trace of residual fluctuation.

Soon, he locked onto the direction of the Desolate Palace.

His body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"This aura..."

He remained silent for a very, very long time.

"The most core and also the lost part of the 'Sword' has appeared..."

...

The Land of Expedition.

A mass of bizarre Origin, darker than darkness itself, was slowly squirming.

It had slept for too, too long.

But at this moment, it had awakened.

Because it had sensed it.

Far away in the Three Thousand Dao Provinces, a "King" of the same race had been slain.

"A member of the Royal Clan has been slain."

A voice devoid of any emotion came from that mass of darkness Origin.

It felt no anger.

No sadness.

Only a cold statement.

"How many eons has it been since such a thing last occurred?"

It was reminiscing.

"Ever since the 'Path' appeared, that person, in order to block my Sacred Clan's return, used his body as a sword to split the entire continent into two."

Its voice paused.

"Since then, no one else has been able to do it."

"That one also perished in some unknown place. He should be on the other side."

The darkness Origin was silent for a moment, then spoke again.

"It was only a few eras ago that a little ant from the Ancient Desolate lineage slew a clansman."

The "little ant" it spoke of was Great Emperor Desolate Heaven.

"Now another one has come."

The darkness Origin slowly contracted, sinking back into silence.

But before falling silent, it left one last sentence.

"Interesting."

"Could it be that the 'Path' is about to reappear?"

...

Desolate Palace, Cemetery.

After the remnant soul of the great terror dissipated, the bizarre aura that permeated the entire Desolate Palace also vanished into thin air.

Ye Yun didn't even have time to breathe a sigh of relief.

The backlash came.

At the final moment when the great terror was slain, that mass of disintegrating Divine Soul exploded with a final madness.

A bizarre power, concentrating all the remaining Origin of the "Royal Clan," blasted directly into Ye Yun's divine sea.

"Buzz!"

Ye Yun's divine sea shook violently.

That Heavenly Eye dao seed, which was already covered in cracks and teetering, let out a wail under the impact of this force.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The cracks spread rapidly.

Ye Yun's face turned deathly pale; he could clearly feel his dao foundation rapidly collapsing.

Ye Yun desperately tried to stabilize that dao seed.

But everything was in vain.

Bang!

The Heavenly Eye dao seed shattered completely, turning into powder and dissipating within his divine sea.

At that moment, Ye Yun felt the world spinning.

His three Great Dao powers lost their vessel and crashed wildly within his body.

His Meridians were snapping inch by inch.

His Physical Body was rapidly decaying.

His Divine Soul was fast collapsing.

The dao foundation was shattered; his life and Dao were ending.

This end was close at hand.

Ye Yun knelt on one knee, golden Sacred Blood gushing from his seven orifices, staining the ground beneath him red.

His consciousness began to blur.

In the trance of impending death, he remembered many things.

He remembered his mother's worried eyes.

He remembered the smile on the Fifth Ancestor's face when he pushed him toward the Desolate Palace.

"It can't... end like this..."

His will was struggling against death.

And it was at this time.

A warm, familiar power came from beside him.

The supreme desolate ancient sacred body remains had arrived before him at some unknown point.

Within its hollow eyes, golden flames were slowly flickering, as if watching this junior.

A pure Sacred Body power gushed out from the remains, stabilizing Ye Yun's dao foundation that was about to completely collapse.

Ye Yun struggled to lift his head, looking at those grand remains.

"Senior..."

The remains did not respond.

It just stood there quietly.

Then, it slowly raised its hand and gently pressed it onto the top of Ye Yun's head.

Buzz!

A vast, pure, lifelong Origin belonging to the supreme desolate ancient sacred body remains turned into a golden torrent, pouring out from its palm.

That torrent surged into Ye Yun's body, into his empty and shattered dao foundation.

The supreme desolate ancient sacred body remains was spontaneously turning into a brand-new dao seed.

It used its own accumulation of countless eras as the Foundation.

It used the Saint Body Origin of the supreme sacred body above Major Achievement as nourishment.

It condensed an unprecedented, unique dao seed.

The moment Ye Yun's three out-of-control Great Dao powers touched this new dao seed, they seemed to find a home and instantly quieted down.

A perfect match.

No rejection whatsoever.

Ye Yun could feel that the Foundation of this dao seed was far deeper than the previous Heavenly Eye dao seed.

Under the nourishment of the new dao seed, his shattered dao foundation began to reconstruct at an incredible speed.

Meridians were healing.

The Physical Body was recovering.

His aura was climbing.

And in front of him, the supreme desolate ancient sacred body remains that had stood for countless eons began to turn transparent bit by bit during this process.

Its golden skeletal remains were dissipating inch by inch.

Its Sacred Body, so hard that even a Peak Great Emperor could not shake it, was turning into the purest Origin and merging into Ye Yun's body.

Watching this scene, Ye Yun's throat felt tight.

He wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word.

In the hollow eyes of the remains, the golden flames flickered one last time at the final moment, as if a smile.

It was like the relief of a final wish being fulfilled.

Then, the golden light dispersed.

This supreme desolate ancient sacred body remains, which had guarded the Desolate Palace for countless eras and suppressed the great terror for countless eons, completely vanished from this world.

Only a dao seed carrying all of its will and Origin remained, quietly suspended within Ye Yun's divine sea.