Chapter 1487: The Might of the Heavenly Emperor

The Dog King roared, the decaying corpse wailed, and the bald man, frenzied, all shed hot tears. After years of waiting, they had finally seen him again!

“The Heavenly Emperor has returned!”

A mighty roar shook heaven and earth. At that moment, all the heavens and myriad realms rumbled and trembled. Powerful beings from every corner and countless cultivators all shuddered, utterly stunned.

Had the peerless master of old returned?

The one revered as the Heavenly Emperor had reappeared, now locked in battle with the monsters from the ominous source, causing the supreme beings to bleed profusely!

“It’s him, it’s really him! The Emperor’s Fist is invincible, unparalleled in the world!” Beyond the realms, ancient beings from other great worlds trembled, their hearts filled with dread.

Many more felt their blood surge and boil.

“Slay the supreme beings of the ominous source, and sweep away all misfortune!”

Many cried out, as if it were the collective voice of all heavens. Countless cultivators felt their hearts swell with emotion, joining the chorus of roars.

At this moment, the heavens resonated, and the myriad realms vibrated. People trembled and cheered in unison, all yearning for the Heavenly Emperor to return, to shatter the ominous source, and utterly annihilate it!

Indeed, by the Soul River, the battle raged with terrifying ferocity. The true blood of the supreme beings splattered everywhere, and it truly seemed as though the ominous source might be on the verge of collapse.

The Heavenly Emperor, shrouded in chaotic mist, possessed unparalleled combat power and an exceptional presence. Alone, he suppressed several supreme beings, leaving them all severely wounded and covered in ominous substances.

In the distance, the bronze coffin lid rumbled, shaking the heavens. It glowed with immense brilliance, its intricate carvings seeming to come alive, transforming into crystalline runes that drifted down. These luminous symbols then adhered entirely to the man enveloped in the chaotic mist.

This made him even more formidable, fully demonstrating the might of the Heavenly Emperor.

At this moment, he stood tall and heroic, striding forward. His movements were not intricate, but decisive and direct, utterly dominating and powerful as he simply wielded his fists.

The true Emperor’s Fist, unparalleled throughout heaven and earth!

With a single punch, the powerful being from the Ancient Underworld grunted, his body covered in black blood as he was sent flying backward.

Then, the Ancient Underworld expert disintegrated directly in the void, shattered into a vast pool of black, vile blood. Such was the Emperor’s might; his fist print was unstoppable!

However, the Ancient Underworld expert had already prepared, having activated the sacrificial inscription beforehand. Even after disintegrating, he reassembled himself, reappearing instantly.

This was because the monster from the burial pit had been mercilessly slain right before their eyes, a gruesome end that profoundly shocked them. If even a supreme being could be killed, who wouldn’t be wary?

The several supreme beings present were grave and solemn, having made preparations. They unleashed their full combat potential, exercising extreme caution and vigilance, fearing their own downfall.

In fact, they were all sustained by the sacrificial inscriptions; otherwise, they would likely have been slain on the spot.

That individual was truly a peerless Heavenly Emperor, currently suppressing all enemies in the world!

Now, he swept through, suppressing the several beings so completely that they couldn’t even lift their heads, facing potential death at any moment.

Now, their entire bodies shimmered translucently, covered in the world’s most sinister patterns—the so-called sacrificial inscriptions!

Who would dare not activate them? Hadn’t they witnessed the brutal death of that mighty entity from the burial pit?

Yet, the space-time here seemed locked, making it difficult for them to break free quickly or leave the area.

A sense of dread settled in their hearts. If this continued, they would be too vulnerable, and eventually, they would likely all be killed.

“Eight-Realm Rotation!”

At this point, eyes blazing with fury, the supreme being was driven to madness, desperate and frantic. He fought with all his might, unleashing his most potent attack.

Unfortunately, in the end, only four realms rotated. This was because he had previously lost four heads, permanently severing a portion of his fundamental power.

Consequently, the power of his ultimate technique was halved.

Nevertheless, it was still incredibly astonishing. He siphoned energy from four great worlds, transforming it into four complete divine chains of the Great Dao. These chains tore through space-time, causing time to flow backward and reverse, creating an utterly terrifying spectacle.

Such an attack was unimaginably potent. In an instant, it could turn four great worlds into an age of decline, completely draining all order runes, all energy, and all Great Dao rules. He amassed the power of four realms to assault his opponent.

Fortunately, these were not the current worlds, but realms he had long ago sacrificed with blood, where all living beings had already perished.

If this had been the present world, four great realms stripped of their spiritual energy would suffer immensely. Many would perish as they plunged into an age of decline due to the overwhelming severity of the change.

Yet, such fierce and powerful attacks proved utterly ineffective against that towering figure; they could not even approach the Heavenly Emperor!

Without a word, he shattered them with a single punch. The fist print unleashed by that figure was blindingly brilliant, overshadowing all heavens, and those four complete Great Dao chains were obliterated.

Then, the man enveloped in chaotic mist absorbed all the scattered energy from those great worlds, taking it for his own use.

The Eight-Headed Supreme coughed blood, was sent flying backward, and then his own body exploded!

Moments later, he reassembled his body through the aggregation of the sacrificial inscriptions, reappearing with an ashen face, utterly terrified.

“He... he must have broken through!” he stammered, his voice trembling. This was truly terrifying; who could possibly restrain him now, who could stand against him? Only if the Chief Sacrificer appeared!

“The Underworld returns, ushering in reincarnation!”

The monster from the Ancient Underworld roared, also unleashing a forbidden art.

In an instant, the surroundings became boundless, and then several enormous black holes appeared. What were they? They were the very end of the Underworld, connected to boundless dark origins, intending to swallow the Heavenly Emperor whole, send him to new life, and end his existence!

Simultaneously, the monster from beneath the Four Extremities Floating Earth also roared, activating a palm print to unleash boundless, malevolent fire. This was a unique, blazing light specifically designed to incinerate supreme beings, based on divine chains of Great Dao order!

Within that firelight burned the Fire of Great Emptiness and the Flame of Ancient Cosmos!

Yet, at this moment, the man shrouded in chaotic mist was both valiant and awe-inspiring, utterly fearless. He simply charged forward, unleashing the Heavenly Emperor’s Fist to shatter everything in his path!

Boom!

The Ancient Underworld’s black hole exploded, releasing horrifying screams from within, as if hundreds of millions of nether souls were shattering and being utterly annihilated.

Simultaneously, the fiery light unleashed by the monster from beneath the Four Extremities Floating Earth was also dispersed and utterly extinguished by the fist print!

Instantly, both the Ancient Underworld expert and the monster from beneath the Four Extremities Floating Earth were sent flying, their bodies torn to shreds, vile blood splattering everywhere.

They roared in fury, utterly unwilling to accept this. They had once faced him in battle, but now, it seemed they had lost their standing; they were no longer a match for that individual!

Could they only survive by relying on sacrificial inscriptions?

This was truly tragic. They were supreme beings; when had they ever been so passive, so feeble? It was lamentable, regrettable, and even shameful!

“Kill him!” a voice echoed from within the cocoon.

In response, the others all looked toward the cocoon, wanting to retort: “You go! What’s the use of just shouting?”

Why aren’t you moving? Are you sending others to their deaths?!

“Let’s attack together!” roared the monster from beneath the Four Extremities Floating Earth after recovering.

At this moment, bone ash drifted from his body, gradually revealing part of his horrific outline before he erupted in dazzling light!

He was unleashing his ultimate technique, a world-shaking divine art. Employing a devastating attack never before witnessed by outsiders, he engulfed the man before him in a deluge of rainbow-like order and flame-like Great Dao.

Such an attack possessed the power to effortlessly shatter realms and decimate all heavens!

But what was the outcome?

This attack, which blazed for ten thousand ages, was still dispersed, and the monster himself was utterly obliterated by that man!

Indeed, the formidable man in the chaotic mist possessed fists so dominant that they were unmatched in the world, blasting through all obstructions.

Supreme true blood splattered, and chilling winds howled. Under that fist print, the monster from beneath the Four Extremities Floating Earth was sent hurtling backward, bleeding profusely, his form constantly disintegrating.

This sent a chill down the spines of all supreme beings; their faces contorted with fear. What state was the man in the chaotic mist in? He was peerlessly divine and valiant, invincible throughout heaven and earth. Was there truly no one who could subdue him?!

The several beings were truly unwilling to accept this. They, who overlooked all heavens and presided over the Sea of Worlds, how could they possibly have an opponent? The Great Sacrifice was imminent; they should have been able to effortlessly pacify the world.

This individual had once been hunted and collectively strangled by them, nearly perishing. He had dragged his dying body into the bronze coffin, self-exiling into an unknown realm.

Now, he had returned, and the battle scenario had completely transformed. He, alone, was actually attempting to kill several of them!

Could this even be rationalized? The several beings were so frustrated they were on the verge of madness, all feeling as if they might vomit blood. They were truly indignant and somewhat despairing. Were they really going to be killed here?

They unleashed their powerful attacks once more, but the outcome remained unchanged: they were all sent flying, narrowly escaping death!

There was no alternative. They could only continue to rely on the sacrificial inscriptions, allowing them to revive and glow within their blood, shielding them. But this was ultimately not a sustainable solution, as it consumed their very essence.

If this continued, their demise was inevitable!

Once the sacrificial inscriptions were completely eroded, it would mark their end!

“He... he couldn’t have actually taken that step, entered that unfathomable realm, could he?!” stammered the monster from beneath the Four Extremities Floating Earth, even he was terrified.

The creatures originating from the sinister Four Extremities Floating Earth were the most enigmatic; no one knew their true origins, and each one was bizarre to the extreme.

There was even a belief that they represented the ultimate in strangeness!

This was because these beings were suspected to be corpses destined for complete destruction and cremation. Heaven alone knew their origins or where they truly came from!

Some speculated that they were likely connected to the realm beyond the Heavens, corpses transported from there to be cremated in the unique location of the Four Extremities Floating Earth.

Others, however, theorized that the corpses beneath the Four Extremities Floating Earth had been smuggled back, not for cremation, but to be nurtured and restored to their unparalleled power!

Thus, the creatures emerging from this place were each more sinister than the last, distinct from one another, yet all monstrously powerful, with grotesque and terrifying appearances.

Now, even these beings were bristling with fear, utterly chilled, stating that the Heavenly Emperor before them might have taken that crucial step. How could the other supreme beings present not blanch in horror?

No more fighting, no more direct confrontation—this was their sole thought!

If they continued to be ground down like this, they would all perish. Once the sacrificial inscriptions were extinguished, even a supreme being would become nothing more than a corpse!

They activated their own blood, which was supreme true blood, unimaginably precious. A single drop could surpass countless Great Dao laws; it was an invaluable treasure.

But now, they had no choice. Fearing death in this place, this was their only recourse.

It wasn’t that they were inherently cowardly, but they believed that to knowingly rush to their deaths when clearly outmatched would be utterly senseless.

Thus, they now sought to escape, using their blood to nourish the sacrificial inscriptions and to ignite their own supreme true power.

This “true power” was, in essence, the fundamental truth of all heavens and myriad paths.

These were all complete fragments of the Great Dao, many of which they were now actively sacrificing!

The sacrificial inscriptions shone brilliantly, as if a glorious age had reappeared!

The aura of a magnificent era continuously manifested, radiating billions of auspicious light rays. These were the great worlds that once existed but were annihilated by the Great Sacrifice, their energy now fueling the sacrificial inscriptions.

Endless radiance surged skyward, piercing into the eternally unknown realm.

The several beings, joining forces, finally broke free from their restraints and vanished from this place, now adrift beyond the myriad realms, no longer confined within the heavens.

However, this escape was time-limited. How long could they remain hidden?

This place was utterly dark, devoid of spatial concepts or the flow of time. Even their own thoughts seemed to stagnate, almost coming to a complete halt.

The supreme beings felt as though they were turning into cold stones, becoming abandoned corpses, on the verge of being decomposed into the most primitive, lifeless matter.

They could not remain in this place for long; it was profoundly detrimental to their very being!

At the very least, beings of their caliber could not endure it indefinitely. They could only temporarily transcend; once the time limit expired, they would be forced to return, or they would inevitably perish here!

In this void, there were indeed remnants of beings of their caliber.

For instance, nearby lay half of a dull golden bone, only a small fragment remaining, as the rest had disintegrated.

In another distant area, a single finger floated, its nail black and claw-like, a truly unsettling sight that persisted in this place.

Furthermore, a mass of blood shimmered with rising silver flames, emanating a former supreme aura. Potent energy was being released and absorbed by this desolate void.

Supreme beings had once sought seclusion here, dreaming of taking that crucial step, breaking free from certain restraints, and truly ascending to ultimate power.

However, they all failed, perishing miserably in this very place!

Of course, truly few supreme beings dared to seek seclusion here. Across all ages and countless epochs, their numbers were extremely limited.

The stark warnings from those who came before made the Eight-Headed Supreme and the others’ hair stand on end. They meticulously timed their presence, ready to flee at the first sign of physical distress.

Otherwise, they would dissolve into the Great Dao, vanish, and suffer a gruesome death in this place, a truly horrifying end.

Yet, outside, the Heavenly Emperor was blocking the exit, waiting to kill them!

What choice did they have then? They could not remain here indefinitely, yet outside, a fearsome entity awaited their departure, ready to strike a fatal blow.

“This isn’t working, I can’t hold out any longer. I feel something licking the back of my neck!” The Eight-Headed Supreme’s scalp prickled, and the hair on his entire body stood on end.

What caliber of being was he?

He was hailed as supreme, a creature from the very source of strangeness within all heavens, regarded as an omen of misfortune. Yet, even he was now experiencing goosebumps, which was truly unsettling.

What place was this, truly? How could it be so sinister and terrifying!

A disquiet settled in their hearts. Wasn’t this place supposed to be utterly silent, remaining in perpetual stillness until the end of time?

But now, why were strange occurrences manifesting? They were chilling even supreme beings, a cold sensation rushing from their heads to their toes.

“There’s nothing behind you; we don’t see anything unusual!” the others replied.

Despite their words, their expressions also changed. This place was inherently sinister; perhaps something truly was amiss.

Simultaneously, they agreed that the Eight-Headed Supreme wouldn’t fabricate such a claim; there was indeed a serious problem here.

The Eight-Headed Supreme had lost four heads, but still possessed four. This meant four necks, and now all four of them had been... licked!

“It’s back, there really is something!” The Eight-Headed Supreme’s face turned ashen, his hair stood on end, and all four of his heads trembled wildly, yet he couldn’t evade it.

Even when he tried to move to a different spot, it was no use; something still clung to him from behind!

Although this place could paralyze one’s thoughts, almost turning them into cold, frozen stone, they could still perceive and make choices.

The Eight-Headed Supreme fled, activating the sacrificial inscriptions to escape this place and return to the real world. He was truly terrified, utterly petrified.

The next moment, the Ancient Underworld expert’s scalp began to prickle. He, along with several other dark beings, was considered a master of reincarnation, accustomed to the cycles of life and death. Yet now, he was utterly terrified, his scalp feeling as if it would explode. He had felt a wet tongue licking the back of his neck, then tracing its way down his spine.

“Aargh!”

With a great roar, he too vanished. This place had become unbearable.

In this void, the remaining individuals also felt a deep unease and wished to leave, sensing that something ominous was about to occur.

But the individual outside was blocking the exit; who could possibly stand against him? If they went out, they would almost certainly perish!

This was unprecedented. Were so many supreme beings from the ominous source truly going to be annihilated by one person in a single day? The several beings were unwilling and found it difficult to accept.

“If we go out, we might be slain. That person truly is invincible. Considering the time from the past until now, it hasn’t been that long, yet he has reached this stage. We are no longer even qualified to be his opponents!”

“Get out!” At that moment, one of them shrieked in terror, having felt a wet tongue on the back of his neck, an utterly chilling sensation that made his hair stand on end.

He desperately wanted to exclaim, “I am the strange creature! What the hell is this thing?! It’s invisible, untouchable, and gives no prior warning—it’s utterly horrifying!”

The silence descended; everyone had fled!

But outside, what awaited them was a fist light blazing with the intensity of dozens, even hundreds, of suns in the sky—a peerless, awe-inspiring, and utterly dominating force that struck fear into all of time.