523: Chapter 523 The Heavenly Emperor (88)

The sky of the Western Dao State has already shattered.

The entire sky was completely corroded by a strange aura, turning into a dark green abyss.

From that abyss, Fallen Beings swarmed out like locusts, a dark mass covering the sky and earth.

The battlefield spanned dozens of major provinces; from the sky to the ground, there were burning star fragments and collapsed spatial rifts everywhere.

There was blood everywhere.

The corpses of Human Race Cultivators floated in the Void Realm, some still maintaining their final combat stances, while others had been gnawed by Fallen Beings until only skeletal remains were left.

Those who were alive weren't doing much better.

A young Cultivator covered in blood leaned against a fragment of a shattered star, still clutching half of a broken sword in his hand.

His eyes were hollow, his lips twitched, but no sound came out.

The fellow disciple beside him had already stopped breathing.

He didn't even know when his fellow disciple had died.

Further away, a Saint Realm expert was torn to pieces by three Fallen Beings.

The screams lasted for less than half a breath before coming to an abrupt halt.

"The front line has collapsed again!"

"The seventh defensive line can't hold either!"

"Retreat! Retreat toward the Eastern Heavenly Court!"

Desperate shouts rose one after another, but no one was actually retreating.

Because behind them were also Fallen Beings.

Front, back, left, and right—there was no way to retreat.

This was the final battlefield of the Three Thousand Dao Provinces.

The border of the Western Dao State, the final defensive line of the Human Race.

The once glorious and brilliant region was now compressed into this tiny area, barely surviving.

At the highest point of the battlefield, four types of Imperial Might intertwined.

Four Heavenly Emperors.

Heavenly Emperor Dong Jue of the Eastern Heavenly Court.

Heavenly Emperor Ximen of the Western Dao State.

Heavenly Emperor Yao Xi of the Southern Heavenly Court.

Heavenly Emperor Bei Ming of the Northern Heavenly Court.

The final four pillars supporting the heavens of the Three Thousand Dao Provinces were currently engaged in a life-and-death struggle with four members of the Saint Race.

Every time the aftershocks of the Emperor battle spread, they would destroy the space within a radius of ten thousand miles.

But for the Cultivators struggling to survive below, they had no time to pay attention to a clash of this level.

They only wanted to survive the next breath.

Among the four Heavenly Emperors, Heavenly Emperor Yao Xi's condition was the worst.

Her imperial robes were mostly shredded, and the divine glow of her emerald Longevity Sacred Body had dimmed to the extreme.

The offensive of the Saint Race member opposite her came in wave after wave, each strike carrying world-destroying power.

Heavenly Emperor Yao Xi gritted her teeth, using her remaining strength to parry.

But her Imperial Weapon was already covered in cracks.

Her Emperor Dao Law was collapsing.

Her body was being pushed back.

One step.

Another step.

"Even the Heavenly Emperor is about to fail!"

Some Cultivators saw this scene and let out a desperate cry of grief.

Heavenly Emperor Yao Xi gritted her teeth so hard they nearly shattered, forcing herself to stay standing.

Her daughter's face flashed through her mind.

She had promised her that she would hold out until the end.

The Saint Race member gave her no room to breathe.

A destructive beam of light, condensing all the Origin power of the Saint Race member, blasted toward her head.

Heavenly Emperor Yao Xi was just about to lift her Imperial Weapon to defend.

Suddenly, another destructive beam of light shot straight for her face from the side and rear.

Heavenly Emperor Yao Xi's pupils contracted.

She knew she couldn't block it.

Below the battlefield, the last flicker of hope on the faces of countless Human Race Cultivators was extinguished.

Some closed their eyes.

Some knelt on the ground.

Some wailed loudly.

"It's over."

"It's all over."

And then.

Bang.

A golden fist print fell from the highest point of the sky.

Without any warning.

The speed of that fist print was extreme, so fast that even the Saint Race had no time to react.

Boom!

Both the front and rear destructive beams of light were completely shattered.

Heavenly Emperor Yao Xi was stunned.

Both the Saint Race member in front and the one who had launched the sneak attack were also stunned.

That golden fist print did not dissipate.

Its momentum undiminished, it continued forward, slamming heavily into the chest of the Saint Race member who had launched the sneak attack.

Bang!

The Saint Race member's body flew backward, tumbling tens of thousands of miles through the Void Realm, smashing through a dozen star fragments before barely coming to a stop.

It looked down at the fist-shaped indentation on its chest.

The imperial body at the indentation was rapidly corroding.

A golden power, carrying the aura of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, was devouring its Origin.

The battlefield fell silent.

Millions of Cultivators, tens of millions of Fallen Beings, and every living soul present stopped their movements at the same time.

They raised their heads.

Looking toward the sky.

A figure stood there.

White robes fluttering.

Long hair reaching down to his waist.

His face was young, yet it bore the vicissitudes of eternal ages.

He just stood there, hands behind his back.

There were no world-shaking phenomena around him, no dazzling divine light.

Only a very restrained golden light film clung to his skin, appearing faintly.

But everyone could feel it.

That aura.

Vast.

Domineering.

Pure.

Desolate Ancient Sacred Body.

The perfected Desolate Ancient Sacred Body.

The youth in white lowered his head and glanced at Heavenly Emperor Yao Xi.

"Senior Yao Xi, step back and recover from your injuries."

The voice wasn't loud, but it fell clearly into everyone's ears.

Heavenly Emperor Yao Xi looked at the figure that had descended from the heavens, her lips trembling slightly.

She recognized him.

Ye Yun.

Heavenly Emperor Yao Xi did not try to be brave.

She withdrew her final Imperial Might and slowly retreated, handing this battlefield over to the young man before her.

Ye Yun withdrew his gaze.

He turned around, facing the Saint Race member who had been blasted ten thousand miles away and was now struggling to stand up from the ruins.

He took a step forward.

Disappearing from his original spot.

When he reappeared, he was already in front of the Saint Race member.

The Saint Race member's eyes were blood-red, its face distorted with rage; it opened its mouth, but before a roar could even escape...

The fist arrived.

In this punch, within the golden Qi and blood of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, a bronze luster faintly emerged.

The two powers intertwined and fused.

Sacred Body and Tyrant Body, resonating from the same source.

Bang!

The Saint Race member's head snapped back, and its neck let out a crisp cracking sound.

The second punch followed immediately after.

Slamming into its chest.

This punch was even heavier.

The Saint Race member's imperial body began to shatter from the chest, cracks spreading in all directions.

Third punch.

Striking its abdomen.

The Saint Race member's body folded in half.

Fourth punch.

Fifth punch.

Sixth punch.

No fancy Divine Abilities.

Only fists.

One punch after another.

Every punch hitting home.

Each punch carried the full power of the perfected Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, forcing this terrifying Saint Race member back one step at a time.

The Saint Race member's imperial body was constantly shattering.

Its counterattacks became slower and weaker.

In its eyes, anger turned to terror.

"Impossible! You... how could you become this strong!"

Ye Yun did not answer.

The final punch.

He condensed all his power into his right fist.

Golden and bronze light intertwined into a spiral; above the fist print, one could vaguely see a golden True Dragon condensed from Desolate Qi and blood.

Bang!

The Saint Race member's imperial body exploded.

A dark green, eerie Origin burst out from the shattered imperial body, turning into a streak of light and fleeing desperately into the distance.

It wanted to run.

It wasn't dead yet.

As long as it found a new vessel, it could revive once more.

Ye Yun had long anticipated this.

His Heavenly Eye and Heart Heavy Pupils had locked onto that core Origin the moment before the Saint Race member's imperial body shattered.

There was nowhere to run.

Ye Yun raised his right hand.

Bringing his fingers together like a sword.

An invisible and intangible Sword Intent bloomed from his fingertips.

Heart Sword.

The complete Heart Sword.

That invisible Sword Intent pierced through space, through Laws, and through time.

It accurately plunged into that frantically fleeing mass of eerie Origin.

"Chii—"

A very faint sound.

That mass of eerie Origin stopped.

It didn't struggle.

It didn't roar.

It just stopped in mid-air and then began to dissolve.

From the outside in.

From the surface to the core.

The dissolution was extremely fast.

Three breaths later, that mass of Saint Race Origin, which had existed for an unknown number of eras, completely vanished from this world.

Not even a sliver of a remnant soul was left behind.

A kill in the truest sense of the word.

Boom!

A heavenly phenomenon erupted.

The Great Dao wailed.

Laws trembled.

The light of countless stars dimmed for a moment.

Everyone saw it.

A member of the Saint Race that even a Heavenly Emperor could not completely kill had been wiped out by that youth in white with a single sword.

On the battlefield, a deathly silence spread.

Ye Yun slowly turned around.

He faced the entire battlefield.

He faced the tens of millions of Human Race Cultivators who were still alive.

He faced the overwhelming army of Fallen Beings.

He faced the Saint Race members who were still fighting with the Heavenly Emperors.

He faced everyone.

He stood there.

The golden Holy Light of the perfected Desolate Ancient Sacred Body and the chaotic five-colored power of the Major Achievement Five Elements Saint Body were released without reservation at this moment.

The pressure of the two strongest Saint Bodies superimposed, forming a terrifying storm that swept through the entire Dao Prefecture.

Wherever the storm passed, low-level Fallen Beings were turned into ashes in swathes.

Those Great Emperor-level fallen ones were also suppressed by this pressure until their Qi and blood surged, their faces changing drastically.

The remaining Saint Race members who were still fighting also faltered in their attacks.

They looked at Ye Yun.

Fear flowed from their eyes.

Ye Yun spoke.

His voice wasn't loud.

But carrying the terrifying Sword Intent of the Heart Sword, which was enough to erase all things, it spread throughout the entire Dao Prefecture.

It entered the ears of every living being.

"Three Thousand Dao Provinces, let evil be purged."

He paused.

"Withdraw."

"Or be completely cut down by me."

At the same moment his voice fell.

The Sword Intent of the Heart Sword diffused from his body.

That Sword Intent was invisible and intangible, yet it enveloped the entire battlefield.

Every Fallen Being, regardless of their level, felt the most primitive fear from the depths of their Bloodline Origin at this moment.

They knew.

This sword could kill them.

Truly kill them.

Not disperse them, not Seal them, not drive them away.

But erase them.