Chapter 1486: Suppressing All Enemies in the World

Sword energy crisscrossed, tearing through eternity, causing supreme beings to bleed and their heads to roll. The powerhouses of the ancient underworld and the monsters from the burial pit were torn limb from limb, their bodies incomplete, having suffered immense losses.

It was astonishing; in the blink of an eye, the physical bodies of supreme beings were obliterated. Who in this world could achieve such a feat?

Yet, it was happening right before their eyes: a true powerhouse had arrived, slaughtering supreme beings, intent on their destruction.

This was a bloody reality, a scene that shocked the world!

Truly, it was peerless divine might!

The sword light descended abruptly, cleaving supreme beings in half, astonishing all realms and making countless old monsters tremble, compelled to bow in worship.

For countless years, the monsters from the ominous source had reigned supreme, menacing all heavens. Yet today, formidable figures were appearing repeatedly to kill them.

"The Heavenly Emperor is here!"

Someone trembled, their voice shaking, as they saw the wide bronze slab and instantly knew who it was.

"Master!" The bald man cried, tears streaming down his face. He knelt on the ground, shouting loudly, his blood boiling. He longed to follow, to personally slay the supreme beings.

So many years had passed; he thought he would never see him again. Their last farewell had been an eternal separation!

Yet today, he saw him here. It was that bronze coffin; how could he forget? That was the sarcophagus his master had ridden away in after a bloody battle.

Back then, everyone said the Heavenly Emperor had fallen in battle, carried away by the bronze coffin, left to drift in the boundless outer realms, burying himself in an eternal unknown, never to return.

At that time, countless people wailed, bidding him farewell, as heaven and earth grieved together.

It was an era of sadness and despair, that moment forever etched into the hearts of those who lived through it.

Many had grown old, died in battle, or withered away. The entire splendid great era had become a thing of the past; its brilliance extinguished.

In the long years that followed, the hearts of the survivors were filled with gloom, endless sorrow and grief, for the Heavenly Emperor… had fallen.

Today, the Heavenly Emperor had returned!

"Roar!"

The bald man roared, standing up, his hair flying wildly, divine light bursting from his eyes.

In those days, the Heavenly Court was incomparably glorious, but it was shattered in the final battle. The survivors endured countless hardships, experiencing the chaos and devastation of an apocalypse.

Many young ones had suffered immensely, going from splendor to dimness, then to a hellish darkness, truly experiencing the great ups, downs, and sorrows of life.

With the collapse of the Heavenly Court, so many brilliant regional kings had fallen, their armies scattered, no longer in existence.

After that battle, all the heavens were stained red with blood.

The silence and disappearance of the Three Emperors further plunged the survivors into despair, their hearts desolate, no longer seeing the continuation of their former glory.

All that remained was deathly silence, dry bones, and endless flight. These years had been filled with blood and tears, and the bald man felt profound bitterness.

Now, having found traces of his master, seeing the coffin, and witnessing the Heavenly Emperor's return, how could he not be thrilled, how could his hot tears not fall?

The Rotten Corpse also roared to the sky; his brother from back then had returned. The clouds had finally parted, and the people and the great era of the past seemed to be right before his eyes.

The Dog Emperor also wanted to cry out, but its hunched back and cloudy old eyes lacked some vigor. It had finally waited, forcing itself to hold on until now, but felt somewhat exhausted.

It was old, after all. The wounds to its Great Dao were too severe, having severed too many of its years.

"It's good that he's back, good that he's alive!" The Dog Emperor trembled, gazing out into the outer realms. It had finally waited for that coffin. As long as he was alive, what suffering couldn't be overcome? It was nothing major!

At worst, they would start over and fight the world anew!

"This one is truly extraordinary, formidable! Having survived one death tribulation, could he have undergone another transformation?" Jiudao Yi was also shocked. The Heavenly Emperor's power was undoubtedly terrifying and boundless. If he had transformed again, that would be truly frightening.

"What a broad sword!" Li was practically drooling, thinking that the coffin lid would make an excellent flying sword.

"That's not a sword, it's a coffin lid!" the bald man corrected him, displeased.

Li said, "It's the same thing. Don't you see the countless strands of sword energy? This is peerless sword light. Learn from it. If you had even a tenth of your master's mastery, you could roam the world freely. Would you still be so disheveled?"

The bald man was so enraged his nose almost twisted. This junior dared to lecture him?

He glared and said, "You old brat, are you lecturing me? When I made my debut, your master wasn't even born yet. Go stand aside!"

"My master is standing right beside you!" Li replied with a wide smile.

Jiudao Yi glanced at the bald man meaningfully and said, "That's a bit much. Your master isn't even as old as I am."

"..." The bald man was truly speechless.

"Ahem, speaking of qualifications, you are indeed old, unlike me. Look how young I am, radiant and flawless," Li said, looking at the bald man. "And look, your bald head is starting to show signs of decay."

"Old brat, get over there! I don't want to stand next to you!" The bald man no longer wanted to deal with him. These juniors nowadays were truly troublesome.

The bald man couldn't help but say, "These old brats, every single one of them, are truly no good!"

Martial Maniac: "..."

Tai Yi: "..."

Master of the Black Blood Research Institute: "..."

Li: "..."

None of them looked at him kindly.

Evidently, everyone was somewhat relaxed, as the Heavenly Emperor was presumed to have returned!

Although it was simple banter, it was all conducted with divine sense, meaning everything happened in a flash, in an instant.

Not far away, sword energy surged like a sea, engulfing the area, as if reducing all eternity to nothingness!

It was too overbearing, and too terrifying!

The Eight-Headed Supreme suffered the most, howling mournfully as all eight of its heads were severed and fell to the ground. For countless years, it had not been so passive, enduring such profound humiliation.

It had almost died just now!

If not for the sacrificial text within its body, which could preserve its origin, it would have been slain moments ago.

This was truly frightening. It was originally a supreme being, invulnerable to all laws. Even if an entire world perished and all heavens died, it would not vanish.

Yet, the moment its eight heads fell, it truly came close to death!

The sword light dissolved everything, corroding its flesh, eroding its soul light; it killed all, utterly domineering!

It was the power of the Sacrificial Land, which, through the sacrificial text, flowed through its flesh and blood, bringing it back to life. It broke out in a cold sweat.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

It quickly fled towards the Soul River, its eight heads rising from the ground, following it as it dodged the sword light and escaped into the distance.

This person... the master of the sword energy, it knew him. They had fought before, hunted this person together, and even communicated with the Heavens to jointly hunt the Three Emperors. Hadn't he been almost killed? This person had appeared again!

Pfft! Pfft!

The Eight-Headed Supreme was terrified. As it tore through space, surpassed the speed of light, and reversed time in its escape, two of its heads were still struck by the sword, completely exploding.

This time, even the sacrificial text was useless; it didn't have time to save those two heads.

It shrieked, in excruciating pain, because those two heads were connected to its origin, the very essence of its lifelong cultivation.

In that instant, two of its heads were completely severed.

This was not the end; the sword energy shifted like a thousand illusions, transforming the situation!

As it fled back to the Soul River, among the heads that had already regrown on its body, one burst open with a "pfft" sound, like a rotten watermelon.

"No!" It screamed, because it wasn't over. It was invisible energy, sword light transcending the scope of the Great Dao, an invisible substance, covering its side.

"Pfft!"

Another head was blasted off!

It screamed, "How can this be?"

It was a supreme being, immortal and indestructible, imperishable through countless tribulations. No matter what hardships it endured, it would always exist in the world, never truly dying.

Finally, it couldn't bear it any longer. It was scared, terrified to the extreme, and burned the sacrificial text in its blood. With a whoosh, it vanished from its spot, temporarily escaping this space-time.

It wanted to ask, "What is happening?"

Were heaven and earth changing? Was the era shifting, and could the ominous source no longer rule the myriad heavens and realms?

Today was truly terrifying. This was the second time it had used such a method to escape with its life.

Not long ago, the pair of feet that left a trail of golden imprints had caused it immense shock and dread. They had simply strolled past, almost crushing it and obliterating its form and spirit.

Faced with no other choice, they had activated the sacrificial text, temporarily leaving the myriad heavens and realms to hide in the eternally unknown, escaping death.

How much time had passed since then, almost no time at all, yet now it had to use the sacrificial text this way again. It found this reality utterly unacceptable.

Without the sacrificial text, it would have died twice over!

"Roar!"

Before the Soul River, the creature from the ancient underworld roared. It was more stubborn, not retreating immediately, intent on fighting to the death, refusing to believe in evil, wanting to kill that person.

After all, although both sides suffered heavy losses in that battle, generally speaking, it was their combined effort that had destroyed the Heavenly Court, making it cease to exist.

Now, that person had returned, the former Heavenly Emperor reappearing. How could the powerhouse of the ancient underworld be reconciled to this, unwilling to retreat?

Its severed body instantly healed, also due to the protection of the sacrificial text, allowing it to survive a tribulation; otherwise, it too would have been in peril.

At this moment, it unleashed a furious attack, striking towards the sky.

It wanted to knock down the stars of the heavens, to strike down the coffin in the outer realms and fight a decisive battle.

Most importantly, it had confidence. They had jointly killed the Three Emperors back then, and now they could still summon the ancient underworld and all the monsters from the burial pit.

If all supreme beings emerged, holding nothing back, could they still not kill the opponent?!

"Everyone, don't leave, don't be afraid! He surely hasn't taken that final step yet. I have a feeling he hasn't succeeded!" the ancient underworld powerhouse shouted, trying to rally others.

Its massive hand reached out, covering the sky and earth, black mist churning, directly engulfing the entire sky, striking towards the outer realms and grabbing with force!

This sight was too terrifying. Its enormous hand shattered the firmament and extended out, covering the entire outer realm, dimming the star sea, causing countless great stars to fall.

But at this moment, what awaited it?

It was neither the Heavenly Emperor nor the coffin resting in the outer realms.

Instead, it was a beam of light, the coffin lid shooting up like a flying sword, directly slicing off its black massive hand at the wrist. Blood poured down like a torrential rain.

At the same time, explosive sounds erupted as all the blood, under the impact of the bronze coffin lid, burst open and was completely evaporated, not a single drop falling to the ground.

Otherwise, if the blood of a supreme being were to spill into the Yang realm, it would undoubtedly be catastrophic; whole swathes of magnificent mountains and rivers would likely plunge into abysses.

Simultaneously, the supreme-level energy was also absorbed by the coffin lid, preventing it from spreading in all directions.

The ancient underworld powerhouse roared, yet what awaited it was something even more terrifying.

The bronze coffin lid expanded, almost covering the entire sky, then slammed down towards it. With a deafening boom, it was as if an entire universe had crashed down.

This time, supreme true blood splattered everywhere as the ancient underworld supreme powerhouse was heavily slammed by the coffin lid, disappearing from the Yang realm and being smashed into the world belonging to the Soul River.

Moreover, as soon as it was smashed in, its body exploded!

A single strike from the bronze coffin lid—how mighty and overbearing, simply terrifying to the extreme.

That Heavenly Emperor hadn't even appeared yet, and had already obliterated the monster from the ancient underworld.

The ancient underworld powerhouse felt frustrated and anxious, and also terrified. Had this Heavenly Emperor truly taken that ultimate step? Otherwise, how could this be?

A single bronze coffin lid had flipped it over and blasted it apart.

Like the Eight-Headed Supreme, its heart turned cold. This near-death experience was awful; this was the second time today. Having endured the crushing by those feet, and now being blasted apart again, it was truly horrifying, making its heart pound and filling it with dread.

The coffin lid suddenly became dazzlingly brilliant, transforming into a rainbow light, truly like a world-shattering sword, diving down from the outside, piercing through the barrier of Great Dao runes around the ancient underworld powerhouse, and nailing it to the ground!

If its body hadn't been exceptionally tall and robust, such a stab would have simply broken it in two, as this "sword" was far too broad.

Even so, this was a heavy blow. Its body half-exploded again, and the sacrificial text condensing within its body was useless, its lower half utterly shredded by the coffin lid.

"Whoosh!"

Its upper half fled, its face incredibly grim; it had lost half of its origin.

"How is this possible?" Its heart trembled.

Logically, a creature of this level could quickly regenerate even if only a wisp of spiritual energy remained, let alone a single drop of blood.

But now, it had been harmed by pure matter. After being nailed to the ground by the coffin lid, half of its body had disintegrated, and a significant portion of its origin vanished along with it.

This was simply outrageous!

This completely defied the rules of heaven and earth. It was a supreme being; how could it be halved by a single strike like this?!

The coffin lid slammed over again, pressing down on its remaining half, threatening to flatten its entire being.

It let out an angry roar, finally compelled, like the Eight-Headed Supreme, to burn the sacrificial text in its blood, escaping the heavens and temporarily fleeing to the eternally unknown.

The ancient underworld powerhouse was undeniably stubborn, yet its fate was a cautionary tale, a bloody example.

On the other side, the cocoon, the monster from the burial pit, and the mysterious powerhouse beneath the Four Extremes Floating Earth were also retreating, jointly withdrawing towards the Soul River. They were alarmed.

They had all made their moves just now, not that they hadn't acted, but that they had been resisted.

Countless strands of sword energy attacked them. This time, they weren't from the coffin lid but poured directly from the extraterrestrial starry sky.

Dimly, one could see a coffin suspended in the outer realms, and endless sword energy, like a waterfall or a breached sea of stars, swept down boundlessly from the cosmos.

"Never mind! Summon the power of the Sacrificial Land to blast this person to death!"

"Exactly! Don't hold back anymore, this is just too much today!"

Both the mysterious powerhouse beneath the Four Extremes Floating Earth and the monster that crawled out of the burial pit were utterly enraged; they had nearly been dismembered moments ago.

Even though they saved their lives with the sacrificial text, they still suffered immense losses.

Now, they intended to use forbidden power!

On normal days, they wouldn't even mention that place, nor discuss anything about the Sacrificial Land, because they were too apprehensive and somewhat fearful of it.

But now, they couldn't care less about anything else. If they didn't act ruthlessly, they might be in danger and die here.

As they summoned the Sacrificial Land, the bronze coffin lid had already swept across directly. Now it no longer looked like a broadsword, but more like a long saber, sweeping through an army.

"Hmm, space is locked!"

"Oh no, time is returning to stillness, also locked!"

The expressions of several individuals changed; they were temporarily unable to summon the Sacrificial Land.

"What are you two waiting for? Fight! Summon the Sacrificial Land!" the monster from the burial pit roared at the Eight-Headed Supreme and the ancient underworld powerhouse in the distance.

"Kill!"

The supreme beings erupted. It had been countless years since they had done this, now uniting once more to hunt down their enemy and fight a decisive battle.

The Eight-Headed Supreme, having lost four heads, was in a terrible state, but still gritted its teeth and charged forward.

The ancient underworld powerhouse had lost half its body. Although it immediately transformed and repaired its physical form, the missing half of its origin could not be restored, leaving it considerably weakened.

Clang, clang, clang!

Sword energy crisscrossed, the coffin lid swept, like a blade, like a sword, slaughtering among the several beings, making them bleed once more.

The cocoon also sustained heavy injuries, covered in horrifying cracks. From these fissures, crystalline silk threads flew out, one after another, far more terrifying than a Great Dao net, emitting supreme energy.

Even so, the large net it wove from countless silk strands failed to trap the coffin lid. Instead, the net broke, and its threads snapped.

The cocoon was covered in cracks, bleeding continuously, and was sent flying.

"Divine Silkworm, aren't you immensely powerful? Why are you holding back? Why not fight to the death?" the mysterious powerhouse beneath the Four Extremes Floating Earth shouted.

"Get lost! I'm in the midst of transformation; I haven't even broken out of my cocoon. Are you asking me to sacrifice myself with my blood?" A cold voice came from the cocoon.

"No more talk, kill!"

"We've summoned the Sacrificial Land! We can break the bronze coffin and kill that person!"

A supreme being roared.

In the distance, the bald man watched with a heavy heart, feeling a touch of fear. Not fear for himself, but concern whether his master could withstand so many supreme beings.

He knew that the ancient underworld, the Four Extremes Floating Earth, and the Heavenly Emperor's Burial Pit had likely received the news, and more supreme beings would arrive!

This was practically a re-enactment of the time when the demon horde hunted the Three Emperors. The bald man truly didn't want to witness that tragedy again.

Boom!

From the depths of the Soul River, behind the chaos beneath the abyss, a surge of power emanated, as if to open a passage, to unlock a portal. Was that... the Sacrificial Land?!

Indeed, wisps of forbidden power were about to emerge, threatening to devour the bronze coffin lid and the ancient coffin in outer space.

The bronze coffin lid boomed, emitting dazzling light. Even the bronze rust on its surface began to gleam, no longer aged and dim, as if it had been reborn.

With a whoosh, the bronze coffin transformed into a beam of light, darted forward, and then blocked the portal that was about to open, directly sealing and obstructing it.

At this moment, the bronze coffin lid was crystalline and translucent, looking less like rusted metal and more like a dazzling, exquisite work of art.

"Can we kill him?!" the powerhouse from the Heavenly Emperor's Burial Pit said grimly.

"Kill!"

The several individuals, after exchanging glances, surged forward fearlessly together, raising their hands to grasp outwards. Their massive hands overshadowed the heavens, enveloping the sky of the Yang realm.

They intended to seize the bronze coffin directly.

In their view, the gate to the Sacrificial Land could not be fully blocked; energy would eventually expand out to blast the Heavenly Emperor.

However, they underestimated the coffin lid. At this moment, it radiated shimmering light, adorned with various engraved patterns: mythical beasts like Taotie, Kunpeng, and true dragons, as well as scenes of ancient ancestors offering sacrifices to heaven and their forefathers.

Now, these images revived, with divine birds and auspicious beasts like Kunpeng and true dragons soaring forth, pouncing and killing towards the supreme beings.

"Hmph, you think a few anomalies can kill us? Too weak, like mere ants!" someone sneered dismissively.

However, what chilled them to the bone was that this was only the beginning. A figure was projected onto the bronze coffin lid, and at that moment, it stepped directly out!

Boom!

At this moment, the Kunpeng, true dragons, Taotie, and other figures that had appeared earlier all transformed into brilliant runes, settling upon that person's body to form battle armor.

This appeared to be a man, full of heroic vigor, standing tall with his head held high. Chaos energy emanated from his entire body as he strode forth.

It was not his true body, but merely the Heavenly Emperor's form projected by the coffin lid!

"Master!" In the rear, the bald man cried out. He recognized that it truly was his master, the Heavenly Emperor of old!

Although the figure was shrouded in chaos energy, particularly thick around the face, obscuring its true appearance, he could absolutely discern that it was his master.

"Brother!" The Rotten Corpse's eyes also turned red. After waiting for so many years, they were finally reunited. That person hadn't died; today, the bronze coffin had projected his Heavenly Emperor form.

"This Emperor didn't wait in vain; I struggled to survive, and finally, this day has come!" The Dog Emperor felt an urge to cry. For so many years, it had endured countless hardships, it had been incredibly difficult.

It had struggled to live, fighting the Great Dao wounds and the erosion of ominous substances within its body, solely to wait for the future, to see those people again.

The awe-inspiring heroic man, after manifesting from the bronze coffin lid, no longer wielded sword energy. Instead, he directly unleashed fist seals, striking out with unparalleled power.

The massive claws that had reached into the outer realms now trembled, quickly retracted, gathered momentum, and then struck simultaneously towards this figure.

The man was fearless. With a single fist seal, he struck out directly, blasting apart past and present. This entire space-time was shattered!

The Soul River was completely evaporated, its pervasive soul matter dissipated. Many vengeful spirits wailed, then were purified into pure energy.

The sun, moon, and stars lost their light, becoming completely dim.

The monster from the burial pit shrieked. It was blasted apart by a single punch, enduring the most terrifying frontal blow of the Emperor's Fist!

This was the Heavenly Emperor's most potent ultimate art: suppressing the world with his fist seals.

A rain of blood scattered as the monster from the burial pit exploded, its screams abruptly cut short.

Its remains activated the sacrificial text, attempting to escape, but another fist had already penetrated, transcending the shackles of space-time. Even the long river of time flowed backward!

The monster from the burial pit was utterly shattered, its soul light disintegrated, completely dispersed by this punch.

Although it had its soul matter and true spirit, it tried to coalesce by using the scattered sacrificial texts to resurrect itself.

However, the fist seal was dazzling, like an eternal divine furnace spanning the void, suppressing the area, burning the monster's remnant soul from the burial pit, and obliterating its true spirit.

The unparalleled Emperor's Fist shook continuously several times here, blasting, dispersing, and utterly annihilating all remnants of the monster's true spirit from the burial pit.

Dead. A supreme powerhouse had fallen!

"This..."

The death of a supreme being today was an absolute major event, causing the remaining powerhouses' expressions to change, their pupils rapidly constricting as they quickly retreated.

Boom!

The man in the chaos mist strode forward, heroic and magnificent, pressing on alone!

Then, he unleashed the Emperor's Fist again, intending to suppress and kill them all!

"Roar!" In the distance, the Dog Emperor roared, letting out a long howl.

"Heavenly Emperor!" the bald man cried out even louder.

"Suppress all enemies in the world!" roared the Rotten Corpse!