Chapter 1403: Empire's Fall Era

Tearing through the sky, piercing the sea of eternal time, spanning eons, witnessing the rise and fall of countless worlds – what has it truly seen?

The stone jar, bathed in the blood of emperors and bearing the memories of their reigns, has a path strewn with their corpses. This is an unspeakable, horrifying ancient event, a past of unparalleled terror.

It is truly unimaginable. Not even the most ultimate beings could have conceived of it; it remains unseen throughout the long, ancient history of the Yang realm.

Yet, the stone jar has witnessed era after era, eon after eon, periods where such beings existed. This fact is truly horrifying across all of time; anyone who glimpses or comprehends it is seized by profound dread.

A bloody past is etched into the stone jar, but what kind of vessel is it, truly?

What is the meaning of its existence?

Did it personally experience and witness all those terrible events that transpired?

Even though the lake and sea of time had long evaporated and countless eons had passed, leaving everything in the past, Chu Feng still felt a cold chill run down his spine, sweat breaking out on his forehead. A cold dread welled up from deep within his heart, and his body trembled, utterly horrified.

What is the truth behind it all?

He wanted to understand how those most powerful beings, the supreme existences of an eon, had all met such sudden, violent ends. Their inexplicable demise was truly horrifying to the world.

Unfortunately, the landscapes on the stone jar were blurred, strange mists rising and obscuring everything. Only an occasional flash of blood-red light emerged, signifying the end of a supreme era, the demise of a great being!

Chu Feng's eyes could now be described as super Fiery Golden Eyes, far surpassing their previous power after being refined in the stone furnace. They were even more astonishing than before, his pupils transforming into the most intricate golden symbols. Flames of light surged forth from his eyes, as if about to become vast oceans and lakes, engulfing heaven and earth.

This was an astonishing sight; his entire being glowed brilliantly, his hair and even his pores edged with gold. He appeared immensely sacred, like a young ultimate being about to create heaven and earth!

At this moment, he exuded a majestic aura, as if he could swallow mountains and rivers and survey the entire vast land. The void around his pupils, where runes burned, collapsed as he strained to see the truth etched on the stone jar.

The stone jar, less than a fist high, seemed to become the center of the primordial universe as it floated in the stone furnace, each tremor making the cosmos tremble.

"I see wisps of blood-red light flowing like crimson clouds," Chu Feng murmured. "I see the earth sinking... I see an era being buried..."

He truly saw a scene within a particular landscape.

Unfortunately, this was merely a scene from the aftermath of a great collapse, the residual chaos following an ultimate being's demise, not the crucial moment itself.

Chu Feng's pupils were like the fire of the vast void, like the flames of ancient cosmos, resonating and clanging like clashing swords. Two beams of light shot forth, producing metallic sounds and scattering sparks as they struck the stone jar.

Chu Feng gazed intently once more, determined to see it clearly.

By now, his eyes were streaming with bloody tears; even his super Fiery Golden Eyes could barely withstand the strain, yet he persisted.

Finally, this time he made a breakthrough, witnessing a terrifying glimpse of the event!

In a magnificent landscape, a man stood with his head held high, gazing at the sky, as if he had made a profound decision, preparing to ascend to heaven and journey far from his homeland.

But at that very moment, something shocking happened.

Beneath his feet, in that crystal-clear and sacred mountain range, the dull, lifeless earth suddenly cracked open. A rotten hand abruptly shot out, violently seizing the emperor's ankle and pulling him downwards.

The force was unimaginable, as if it could shatter the primordial universe. In just an instant, it caused the star sea beyond the realm to dim and then extinguish.

In an instant, boundless darkness engulfed the vast land, and a sudden, biting cold descended. All plants and myriad spirits withered and died, other beings decayed, and the entire great world seemed to be approaching its ultimate end.

Most terrifying was the incredible speed of the rotten hand; as it reached out, the long river of time flickered into view, then was severed, and it instantly seized the emperor's ankle, leaving no chance for evasion.

One must remember, the target was an ultimate evolutionist, unimaginably and supremely powerful, yet he was still abruptly seized.

Emperors were meant to endure eternally, invincible forever, but on that day, he encountered an unexpected event. The moment he was seized, he let out a furious roar and struggled to shake his feet free.

Yet, accompanied by a spray of bloody rain, he continued to sink. The very mountain range, famed as the "Land of a Thousand Calamities and Hundred Difficulties," was cracking and tearing apart, sinking with him!

The Land of a Thousand Calamities and Hundred Difficulties was an exceedingly sinister, blood-stained, and infinitely terrifying place, on par with locations like the Grand Pure Eight Trigrams Furnace terrain and the Immortal Lord's Decapitation Peak.

What was happening?!

In that world, countless beings died inexplicably. Only a small number of powerful individuals survived, along with beings from extremely distant regions in the depths of the starry sky who managed to escape the disaster.

*Crack!*

A sickening, grinding sound emerged from that land. After the rotten hand from underground seized the emperor's ankle, half a face, obscured by gray mist, faintly appeared. It opened its mouth and bit down, bloodily. This was truly horrifying; at such a high level, it behaved like the most brutal beast, devouring raw flesh and drinking blood.

The emperor grunted. His fist strikes, like the firmament falling, slammed downwards, and his feet shook. The rules of the Great Dao surged like an ocean, raging there to suppress and kill the mysterious creature underground.

Furthermore, the emperor's protective light barrier automatically revolved, strangling every perceived threat.

Unfortunately, neither the protective light barrier, nor the fist strikes, nor the sea of Great Dao runes could change that bloody moment.

*Crunch!*

A chewing sound emanated from underground, accompanied by blood splattering and emerging from the mist.

Even though countless eons had long passed and it was merely the reappearance of an old scene, Chu Feng felt as if he were experiencing it firsthand, a chill running through his body and a sharp pain in his ankle bones.

That supreme being had been ambushed, their ankle directly torn away?!

Down, down he sank!

The emperor vanished. An earth-shattering, unparalleled battle erupted underground, with emperor's blood flying out and staining the entire "Land of a Thousand Calamities and Hundred Difficulties" red!

Chu Feng's eyes were practically bulging, almost tearing at the corners, as he stared at that scene. This was a piece of ancient history he had finally captured with immense effort; he had finally seen what happened.

He didn't want to miss a thing, beams of light erupting from his eyes like volcanic eruptions.

It was very strange; even the starry sky dimmed and extinguished, yet that land was only tearing apart, not completely collapsing. How incredibly sturdy it was.

Finally, Chu Feng once again witnessed the truth.

Underground, there were crisscrossing tunnels, ancient and profound. After the two blurred beings fell into them, they fought within those tunnels, which was why the mountainous land was not completely destroyed.

"The Path of Reincarnation?!"

Chu Feng was shocked. Through the cracked ground, he saw a profound ancient path exuding an aura of decay and death, with some rotten corpses strewn across it.

It was strikingly similar, very much like the Path of Reincarnation he had once traversed. However, the ancient path he now saw was grander and far more ancient, imbued with a desolate and lifeless aura, as if it were a remnant from countless eons past. This surely wasn't the path Chu Feng had walked.

If compared, the path Chu Feng took from the Minor Underworld to the Yang Realm was merely a winding, rugged trail. Compared to this dark and desolate road, it was like a small stream beside mighty rivers and seas!

The disparity was immense!

Staring at it, Chu Feng for a moment suspected that the Path of Reincarnation he had traversed was merely a small, derivative, or desolate branch path artificially carved out in later ages.

Beneath the stone jar's etched landscapes, that black path was immense. Its ancient desolation carried an aura of destruction and the chilling sense of sealed time from countless eons.

The two beings were locked in fierce battle. Having lost the initiative, the emperor was at a severe disadvantage. Everything in that black reincarnation channel was utterly terrifying, with blood splattering everywhere.

"A broken path?!"

With a quick glance, Chu Feng saw that some parts of the underground path were broken, as if they had been destroyed long ago, already dilapidated and now incomplete.

He didn't know where it led, or its beginning, or its end!

Chu Feng gasped in cold air. A path long dilapidated and desolate, from which a being inexplicably appeared, its rotten hand dragging an emperor down – it was truly astonishing.

The scene blurred. A surge of emperor's blood rose from the mist, and then everything on the ground vanished from sight.

Only in the sky above did continuous cracks appear, accompanied by golden and blue blood dripping from certain areas, before heaven and earth returned to deadly silence.

"The Emperor... has fallen!"

Moments later, someone cried out, their voice filled with profound sorrow.

Then, all living beings wailed in lament, and the entire world trembled.

Countless cries echoed from the ends of the cosmic starry sky, emanating from regions where beings still lived, and the entire world was plunged into grief.

"The Era of Emperor's Fall..." someone roared and wept.

Chu Feng was stunned. An ultimate evolutionist had died just like that?! Such a sudden, violent death was utterly horrifying!

In a trance, he could still hear chewing, bone-cracking, and blood splattering, and he involuntarily broke out in goosebumps.

He stared blankly, utterly transfixed as if sculpted from clay or wood. Beneath that vast earth, there was an even more ancient Path of Reincarnation, which had been desolate even before the Era of Emperor's Fall.

And in the sky, inexplicably, multicolored blood dripped down.

Chu Feng shivered, then frowned again, listening and observing other landscapes. Faintly, he also heard similar laments regarding the fall of emperors.

Before a certain eon, the fall of emperors occurred more than once!

Emperors would die, would meet violent ends, yet ancient histories never recorded it; all traces were erased!

Only the stone jar remembered those terrible old events.

In an instant, Chu Feng recalled some words spoken by Number Nine: that the Underworld existed and had been abandoned even before the Era of Emperor's Fall. The powerful being who severed eons with a single sword had sensed something, realizing the Path of Reincarnation was strange. However, due to some unknown change, he ultimately departed this world in a hurry, without further investigation.

Soon, Chu Feng regained his clarity. By then, the mist among the mountains and rivers on the stone jar had dispersed, and the vast landscape images became serene, with nothing more visible.

"Before the Era of Emperor's Fall, it wasn't the age of a single individual," Chu Feng murmured. "It was eon after eon, and in every era, ultimate beings met with accidents and perished."

Chu Feng whispered, contemplating the terrifying Era of Emperor's Fall.

Even if later generations knew a few fragments, they would still be far from the full truth!

Chu Feng stared blankly. Although he had only seen a corner of the truth, a profound chill still permeated his entire being, emanating from the depths of his heart.

The underground ancient Path of Reincarnation was broken, yet something extremely dangerous lurked within. And in the sky above, there were strange phenomena, with blood dripping.

And all of this should still be just the surface; it... held a hint of profound strangeness.

The deeper truths could not be unearthed with just a glimpse of the full picture.

*Boom!*

Suddenly, the stone jar vibrated violently. The fire of the vast void and the flames of ancient cosmos fiercely struck its walls. Space and time intertwined, forming grinding wheels and sword blades, assaulting the jar's body.

Had it entered? Was it going inside the jar?!

For a moment, the jar's body was scorched almost red. Then it glowed brightly all over, and many characters appeared simultaneously, undergoing even further strange transformations!