Chapter 1655: Sword and Cauldron Sound Together, Emperor Falls and People Hurt

Though not the dead of winter, a cold breeze swept across their faces, chilling them. It ruffled Huang and Ye's black hair and stung their bodies, which were already crisscrossed with cracks and blood.

A somber atmosphere permeated the world. In this final battle, a brief, desolate calm, reminiscent of autumn, settled, filling many hearts with a sense of profound sorrow.

People knew that, after this, Heavenly Emperors would likely cease to exist in the world.

From immeasurable distances away, many silently bid them farewell in their hearts.

“Kill!”

With roars that shook mountains and rivers, the two Heavenly Emperors charged at the Ten Progenitors. They moved like pure light, their brilliant radiance illuminating the entire blood-soaked battlefield.

Figures intertwined; blood and bone exploded. Eternal fist-light shattered the ancient heavens.

In the brutal struggle, Huang and Ye were covered in blood, while the Progenitors facing them stumbled backward, their ancient coffins threatening to burst open.

Huang pressed forward with his sword, its unparalleled gleam once again illuminating past, present, and future, piercing through all ages with unmatched brilliance.

Yet, at this moment, the Progenitors seemed to merge, all ten uniting as one. In a blur, they truly became a single entity, wielding a massive, blood-dripping spiked club, which they swung forward.

Clang!Blinding light erupted as the sword embryo collided with the black spiked club. Ages shattered, the cosmos beyond exploded, chaos dried up, order turned to ash, and the Great Dao was consumed by fire, annihilating everything.

Had this battlefield not been detached from all realms, every universe would have been ripped apart, and countless great worlds destroyed.

Their transcendence from the outside world prevented the collateral damage from affecting countless realms.

Both sides were covered in cracks and blood. The very fabric of reality seemed on the verge of disintegration.

Ye moved like lightning, his fist-prints overwhelming the world as he unleashed them upon the Progenitors. Billions of fist-lights engulfed the area before him, colliding with the Progenitors' weapons and shattering the ancient, eternal chaotic lands beyond the known universe.

On the battlefield, vibrant red blood and unsettling, strange blood mingled as they splashed.

The spiked club in the Progenitor's hand was dark and impossibly heavy. A single casual blow from it could obliterate countless grand worlds, its might boundless.

It was not an artifact imbued with the essence of the Great Dao; it was simply crude, heavy, and chillingly potent. Yet, its terror was boundless. Through the long ages, Immortal Emperor blood still dripped from it, a testament to the countless supreme beings it had slain since time immemorial.

Before it, even the Great Dao itself could only shatter and turn to ash.

Now, it was stained with the blood of both Huang and Ye.

“Heavenly Emperors!”From afar, suppressed cries erupted. Many felt tense and anxious, their hearts heavy. These were none other than the Desolate Heavenly Emperor and the Ye Heavenly Emperor.

They embodied invincibility, always sweeping aside their foes, yet today was incredibly arduous. The Heavenly Emperors' crimson blood flowed ceaselessly.

On several occasions, their physical bodies were utterly torn apart, disintegrating under the heavy, dark weapons of their adversaries.

The sight of blood and bone was jarring. Witnessing this scene, people felt immense pain, unwilling to see the two great Heavenly Emperors fall.

Although both had also heavily wounded the Progenitors, causing their bodies to shatter, the price exacted on the two Heavenly Emperors was devastatingly high.

“Huang, my brother, you are fighting a battle of life and death there, and we too must fight here. I won't disgrace you; I will fight to the very end. If there's a next life, I hope we can still be brothers!”

From afar, a tragic roar echoed—it was the Heavenly Horned Ant. He too was preparing to fight to the death. The Dao Ancestors from the Land of Misfortune were closing in, and their battle had commenced!

Not only were the Empress, Luo, Wushi, and others clashing with the Ten Emperors in the outer reaches, but the Heavenly Horned Ant, Ten-Crown King, Corpse, Pang Bo, and others were also preparing for a bloody struggle against Dao Ancestors of comparable power.

After this battle, how many would remain alive? No one knew.

Their final glances might be their eternal farewells.

The Heavenly Horned Ant shed hot tears, gazing at Huang, taking one last look. Then, resolute, he charged toward a Quasi-Immortal Emperor of the eerie race, fighting his opponent to the death. He no longer looked back, accepting his fate in the battle, with no thought of survival.

The Heavenly Horned Ant was incredibly valiant. His clan was renowned for its strength across all realms. Swift as lightning, he tore a Dao Ancestor apart, pressing forward bathed in enemy blood, and then charged toward another opponent.

However, he found himself surrounded by seven Dao Ancestors. A cold spearhead pierced his back, and a gleaming long saber struck his shoulder, embedding itself deep in the bone.

This was merely the initial clash, yet blood already rained down, an utterly brutal sight.

Amidst the bloody battle, Huang looked back and saw the Heavenly Horned Ant surging through multiple Dao Ancestors, leaving a trail of blood, his hair disheveled, fighting with a frenzied madness.

Huang desperately wished to intervene, but he was unable to leave his current engagement.

With a furious roar, the Desolate Heavenly Emperor once again engaged the Progenitors in a fierce battle, causing their blood and bone to splatter across the otherworldly realm.

“Roar!”A burly man, whose arms were as thick as a human thigh, roared. Covered in blood and staggering, he cut through the enemy ranks. There was a crack in his brow, left by the sword of a Dao Ancestor from the eerie race—a Quasi-Immortal Emperor.

This was Pang Bo, the one who had accompanied the Ye Heavenly Emperor for the longest among all his companions.

“Ye Zi, you and I were friends in our youth, from the same homeland. Together, we embarked upon the starry expanse, treading the path of cultivation. Though our journey was fraught with hardship, it also saw glorious triumphs. We've endured all these years, but today, I may not survive. In the next life, we shall still be brothers!”

One of Pang Bo's arms had been severed, and his body was impaled by various gleaming blades. He struggled to shatter two opponents, but his own movements were labored, and he could collapse at any moment—these were wounds inflicted by Quasi-Immortal Emperors.

“Why can't I make the ultimate leap and become an Immortal Emperor!” the Corpse roared in frustration. He despised his own lack of strength, unable to withstand the overwhelming swarm of enemies. Dense ranks of eerie beings relentlessly struck down his familiar comrades and the forces of the Heavenly Court.

“Huang, Ye, I met you in different eras, and we called each other brothers, yet I never reached the Road's End realm. I've shamed you. I refuse to accept this! In this Dao Ancestor realm, I will fight ten at once!”

The Corpse, covered in blood, howled to the heavens, fighting with utter desperation. But how could any being who had reached this level be an easy opponent?

Even with his body riddled with wounds, he could not slay ten Quasi-Immortal Emperors; these beings were terrifyingly powerful.

Furthermore, even if Dao Ancestors currently lacked the ability to revive via the mysterious plateau, killing a Dao Ancestor of comparable power was exceedingly difficult for other cultivators. It required eons of refinement, a slow, grinding process to wear them down to oblivion.

The Corpse shattered several Dao Ancestors, but could not deliver a killing blow.

“Ah…”With an enraged cry, a colossal Holy Ape, towering to the heavens, leaped up. Seeing his companions fall one by one, he roared, sweeping his heaven-piercing iron staff across the eerie race.

The former Holy Prince, now the Saint Emperor of the Battle Holy Ape clan, was Ye's sworn brother. Immensely powerful, he fought a bloody war across all realms, successively blasting three Dao Ancestors apart, an unstoppable force roaring through the battlefield.

However, among the enemies were equally unparalleled beings who quickly moved to block him. A fierce battle erupted, with not just one, but several Quasi-Immortal Emperors charging at him.

The Saint Emperor roared, his golden fur bristling. He soared into the clouds, seemingly devouring suns and moons, grasping stars. Though bleeding profusely, he remained divinely courageous as he swung his iron staff.

Sensing the Ye Heavenly Emperor's gaze sweep over him even in the midst of his own bloody battle, the former Holy Prince, now the Saint Emperor, roared: “Brother, don't worry about me! Come, let's see who can grind down their opponent first!”

The Saint Emperor let out a long howl, but surrounded by multiple powerful enemies, his heavily wounded body was on the verge of splitting apart, his very essence injured. Yet, he remained unyielding, fighting to the death.

Bang!The iron staff in his hand shattered his fourth opponent, sending blood raining down. However, half of his own body was also mangled, on the verge of collapsing.

Still, he let out a long roar, striking upwards into the Nine Heavens and downwards into the Nine Nethers, raging unhindered across the realms!

Silently, Chu Feng arrived, determined to reach the battlefield. However, the woman of the Pollen Path enveloped him in a hazy mist, making it difficult for anyone to discern his true form.

He honored his agreement with the woman of the Pollen Path, refraining from reckless fighting. Instead, he moved swiftly across the battlefield, continuously 'collecting corpses,' seizing opportunities to quietly draw shattered Dao Ancestors—Quasi-Immortal Emperors—into his Time Furnace for a grand cremation.

“What's happening? Did someone on our side fall? Why are three missing?!”Among the powerful beings currently battling the Heavenly Horned Ant, Pang Bo, Corpse, and the Saint Emperor, someone soon noticed the anomaly and exclaimed in surprise, “Could it be… the Cremation Dao Ancestor has arrived?!”

Elsewhere, Patriarch Meng proved immensely powerful, sweeping through Dao Ancestors of his own level, fighting his way in and out. The old man disregarded his own body, abandoning all caution as he plunged into the fray.

“Capture him alive, subdue him! This is Huang's guide, effectively his mentor. Let's hunt him first!” A Quasi-Immortal Emperor commanded those nearby to collectively attack Patriarch Meng.

Instantly, over ten Dao Ancestors swarmed him, hunting Patriarch Meng. His body was already cracking, and one arm had been severed by a gleaming long saber. Besieged by a group of terrifyingly powerful foes, his body swayed precariously. Although he managed to shatter several opponents with astonishing bravery, he was still on the verge of being subdued.

The old man's eyes blazed with fury. How could he allow himself to fall into enemy hands? He was on the verge of self-detonating his physical body!

Boom!Suddenly, the heavens and earth shook violently. A colossal vermilion coffin streaked across the sky, then exploded, leaving the Dao Ancestors near Patriarch Meng either covered in blood or riddled with cracks—all of them severely wounded.

The large vermilion coffin shattered, revealing a smaller bronze coffin within. It promptly opened, and a figure surged out, swiftly unleashing a flurry of punches. In an instant, the surrounding Dao Ancestors were utterly shattered!

Its terrifying power and unparalleled, valiant might truly stunned everyone in the vicinity.

“You… Huang!” A Quasi-Immortal Emperor was so shocked he couldn't help but cry out.

“It's not Huang; it's his direct descendant! I can't believe he's alive. He nearly became an Immortal Emperor back then, personally slain by a Progenitor. How… how could Huang manifest him from ancient times and revive him?”

Some Quasi-Immortal Emperors were stunned, unable to believe their eyes.

How terrifying was the Progenitors' power? Yet someone personally slain by them could reappear? Huang's capabilities were truly heaven-defying!

This was a pale-faced youth, revived from the bronze coffin. Valiant and invincible, he swiftly slew the surrounding Dao Ancestors, each punch obliterating those around him.

He was Huang's own son, who had vanished from history long ago.

“Grand Elder Grandpa!” Huang's son supported Patriarch Meng, addressing him with familial reverence.

“My child, your own body is in a critical state; you shouldn't have emerged!” Patriarch Meng's eyes welled with hot tears as he sighed for this ill-fated young man.

This was Fan, Huang's own son.

Huang had hoped he would grow up ordinary and healthy, even sealing him away for a time, intending to provide him with a peaceful world after he had swept away all the bloodshed and chaos. However, fate had other plans.

Fan, incredibly gifted, experienced the darkest calamity at a very young age. He witnessed his father, barely stable in the Dao Ancestor realm, forced to contend with several peak Quasi-Immortal Emperors. On that day, Huang bled dry, facing a life-and-death ordeal with no one to aid him. For his father to win and survive, this child directly used his own blood as a conduit, sacrificing himself for Huang, thus empowering his father to slay several Quasi-Immortal Emperors. He himself perished in the process.

At that time, this child astonished everyone. So young, yet he so decisively sacrificed himself, tragically returning to the earth.

But who was Huang? He was a figure who gazed disdainfully upon all ages. Once powerful enough, he naturally sought to reclaim his son, nourishing his body within the inner coffin of the Three-Life Bronze Coffin.

This child possessed unparalleled talent, yet his fate was truly fraught with hardship. He rose to power, only to be struck down by the Progenitor who was confronting Huang, his path obstructed and his body destroyed just as he was on the verge of becoming an Immortal Emperor.

Long ages passed. Fan, manifested by Huang within that special bronze coffin, finally held the hope of revival. However, he… emerged prematurely.

Evidently, his condition was far from ideal; his face was pale, and his body appeared somewhat blurry, not truly having fully manifested and revived.

Patriarch Meng's heart ached profoundly. He held Fan's hand, his voice choked with emotion. This was a born Immortal Emperor, destined to reach the supreme realm, yet fate had been so cruelly unfair.

“You shouldn't have come!” Patriarch Meng suppressed his tears.

“If heaven and earth cease to exist, how can I live on alone?” The pale-faced Fan's single sentence conveyed everything. With everyone gone and all realms destined to wither, how could he possibly bear to simply survive?

In truth, the Progenitors would not spare any significant figures from the myriad heavens. All those connected to Huang and Ye would be sought out and mercilessly slain.

“Kill him! He's Huang's offspring!”“It's the son of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor! Let's strike together and take him down first!”

A paramount figure among the Quasi-Immortal Emperors gave the command: first, subdue the one who had revived from the bronze coffin before them.

Fan turned, using the bronze coffin as a shield, facing all his adversaries. Though his face was pale and his body blurred, a single glance from him was enough to awe numerous Dao Ancestors.

In his prime, he wasn't merely a newly ascended Dao Ancestor, nor just a peak Quasi-Immortal Emperor. He had truly reached the pinnacle of sublimation, nearly ascending into the Immortal Emperor realm.

However, at that very moment, a Progenitor personally intervened, striking him down and mercilessly killing him, his blood staining the earth.

Boom!Fan launched his attack. A gleaming long saber tore through the heavens and earth, sweeping out and severing many opponents at the waist. He was not a true Immortal Emperor, but he was incredibly close, having surpassed the Dao Ancestor realm.

Splatter! Splatter!Blood spattered everywhere. Many were obliterated, and two Quasi-Immortal Emperors simply... died, never to reappear.

“Kill! There's no need to fear him. Even if we fall in battle, the Progenitors will revive us later!” someone roared.

In fact, the Land of Misfortune also harbored unfathomable beings, not Immortal Emperors, yet immensely powerful. While not quite on par with Fan, they were not far behind.

Rumble!Instantly, figure after figure, like comets plummeting from beyond the heavens, all converged on Fan.

Yet, Fan's body was indeed in a critical state. His physical form was very indistinct, becoming even more unstable and his face paler, particularly after he began to fight.

“Who dares to bully my nephew?!”From afar, the center of the battlefield erupted. The eerie beings besieging that area exploded one after another, and even more distant opponents were sent flying.

A man soared into the sky, rushing towards that side. His eyes were terrifying: first closed, then, in the instant they violently snapped open, two beams of light tore through the void, piercing directly through several of those besieging Fan and Patriarch Meng, causing them to either explode or fall.

The Dual-Pupil Holder—Shi Yi.

This was Huang's cousin, and in Huang's youth, his most formidable challenge and sworn enemy. However, with the outbreak of the Dark Turmoil, he cast aside all grievances with Huang and, just like Fan, sacrificed himself with his own blood for Huang's sake.

The Dual-Pupil Holder knew his nephew's condition. He was truly too fragile for sustained combat, not yet having fully revived.

“Brother!”From afar, on another part of the battlefield, someone roared. A youth, similarly fighting desperately against a multitude of enemies, charged forward recklessly. It was Fan's younger brother, Huang's youngest child.

By now, he too had naturally grown into a formidable warrior, currently slaying Dao Ancestors.

However, observers noted that his condition was also precarious, much like his elder brother's, his body appearing somewhat blurry and indistinct.

Undoubtedly, he too had perished in battle in the past, revealing the trials Huang's lineage had endured.

Had he grown up normally, given sufficient time for his body to fully revive, his achievements might not have been inferior to Fan's!

“What does it matter if we live or die?!” Fan roared.

“Kill!”In that moment, Huang's two sons and the Dual-Pupil Holder stood together, soaring into the sky in unison. They were invincible, sweeping away all surrounding enemies!

A similar fierce struggle was unfolding in another direction. One of the Ye Heavenly Emperor's direct descendants was truly valiant and invincible, immensely powerful. Leading his brothers and several of Ye's disciples, he cut through the ranks of the Quasi-Immortal Emperors, leaving enemy blood everywhere.

Ye Yishui, the Ye Heavenly Emperor's direct descendant, was born with an Innate Holy Body Dao Embryo, considered one of the human race's most potent physiques.

However, after achieving his Dao Fruit, he deliberately shed this physique to start anew. He remained incomparably powerful, his potential now even more terrifying.

Had it not been for the Land of Misfortune, had the darkest blood and chaos not descended, burying that grand era, and had he not perished alongside the Holy Prince and other uncles, it would be difficult to say what heights he might have reached.

“An Emperor's Son has appeared?!”Beyond the heavens, on the Immortal Emperor battlefield, the Path-End beings of the eerie race eyed them with cold intensity, first fixing their gaze on Fan, then turning to Ye Yishui.

“How dare you!” Luo rebuked, striking like thunder, locking down her opponent. She had discerned that this adversary intended to abandon their fight with her to target Fan and Ye Yishui, hoping to disrupt Huang and Ye in the Progenitor battlefield.

Indeed, more than one Immortal Emperor harbored this thought, and others also revealed a chilling killing intent.

Roar!Upon witnessing this, the Dark Immortal Emperor roared in fury, attacking his opponent with desperate ferocity.

Clang!The great bell boomed. Wushi directly confronted the Immortal Emperor before him, the shockwave causing his opponent's body to explode.

Most terrifying of all was the Empress. Even while besieged, she remained invincible, shattering the two Immortal Emperors before her.

However, the Ten Emperors dominated the skies, encircling the Empress, the Dark Immortal Emperor, Luo, and Wushi. Their numerical superiority was overwhelming, and they had the mysterious plateau to grant them revival.

Otherwise, at least two of them would have been utterly annihilated by the Empress long ago.

Thud!The Empress slew another Immortal Emperor. Only with the plateau's aid did he reappear, filled with inner dread.

Only after three Immortal Emperors had been truly slain did the Ten Emperors somewhat restrain themselves, focusing instead on the ongoing fierce battle.

In the otherworldly realm, the bloody battle between Huang and Ye and the Progenitors intensified. Emperor's blood spilled, and the two Heavenly Emperors were covered in wounds, having disintegrated several times already.

“Huang, Ye, it's nearly over!” the Progenitors declared loudly.

Behind the Ten Progenitors, a magnificent and vast plateau suddenly materialized, shaking the stability of past, present, and future, threatening to collapse all realms.

All beings felt themselves on the verge of annihilation, of ceasing to exist. A mysterious plateau had appeared so abruptly, manifesting behind the Ten Progenitors, almost touching their forms.

At this moment, the Progenitors' aura became even more terrifying. They seemed to merge with the entire plateau, on the verge of breaking through the Sacrificial Dao realm!

Thud! Thud!When the Progenitors struck again, Huang and Ye's bodies were riddled with cracks, then abruptly exploded into two clouds of blood mist!

“No!”From afar, on both the Immortal Emperor battlefield and the battlegrounds of the Heavenly Horned Ant, Pang Bo, Nine Dao One, and others, all witnessed this scene. Their eyes widened in horrified anguish, wishing they could sacrifice themselves in place of the two Heavenly Emperors.

Huang and Ye did not perish, once again coalescing their forms from the blood mist. However, they gazed with profound solemnity at the plateau, feeling a hint of powerlessness even as Heavenly Emperors. As long as the plateau existed, the Progenitors could not be slain, and now it was even providing the Ten Progenitors with greater power, making the situation truly unresolvable.

“What can be done? Who can aid the two Heavenly Emperors?”“Brother, I wish to fight alongside you, but my power is too weak!”

“Zheng!”“Qiang!”Suddenly, deafening metallic clashes echoed. Immeasurable lightning erupted, and blinding sword light tore through all heavens and myriad realms. Heavy primordial qi of all creation descended, crushing ages as it traversed the Sea of Time, sweeping away all resistance.

Thud!In that very instant, two beams of light streaked across the sky, passing through the battlefield. They enveloped five of the eerie Immortal Emperors, utterly shattering them and staining the heavens with blood.

These were a lightning pool and a grand cauldron.

The lightning pool shimmered with misty vapor, emitting billions of lightning rays, as if the thunderous tribulations of countless great universes were surging forth. Within the pool, an unimaginable heavenly sword was nurtured.

These were Huang's former weapons: the Lightning Pool and the Desolate Sword!

On the other side was a grand cauldron, with three legs and two handles, suppressing all Daos. It was forged entirely from primordial mother gold, imbued with the essence of all creation's mother qi, forming an unparalleled cauldron.

Huang and Ye's long-lost weapons reappeared!

However, Huang and Ye felt no joy. Instead, a profound sense of vicissitude emerged, leaving them both with a touch of sadness.

Huang sheathed the sword embryo in his hand; it transformed into a scabbard.

He gazed at the lightning pool that had surged close by, and the Desolate Sword within it, whose brilliant light pierced through the otherworldly realm!

Then, he looked into the pool once more.

A woman slowly rose. Though her beauty was exquisite and her former grace unparalleled, she was now incredibly weak, her face even paler than Fan's, and her body so indistinct it was almost transparent.

She was Willow God, who had died for Huang many years ago, recklessly charging into the Land of Misfortune, carrying Huang out, and teleporting him to safety.

Yet, in the end, Willow God herself perished in the Land of Misfortune.

This peerlessly graceful woman had fallen, personally slain by a Progenitor. Her death had left Huang deeply saddened for a long time, and despite all his efforts, he had been unable to revive her.

Because she had died on that mysterious plateau, and it was a direct result of a Progenitor's personal strike.

It was only much later, after Huang's power surpassed that of the Progenitors, enabling him to single-handedly confront three of them, that he used his own Lightning Pool to manifest Willow God's blurred form.

The Lightning Pool, capable of controlling all heavenly tribulations across the myriad great worlds and endless universes, filled the Progenitors with extreme apprehension. How could such authority over tribulations fall into another's hands?

Otherwise, even if they somehow managed to glimpse realms beyond Sacrificial Dao, would they forever need to cautiously guard against Huang?

Huang, who had once been fearless of heavenly tribulations, eventually found the Lightning Pool, personally retrieved it, and refined it into a weapon of enlightenment.

In the years that followed, he traversed all realms, the Heavens, and countless universes, while the Lightning Pool further integrated immeasurable thunder, having already evolved to an incredible state.

Thunder represents destruction and the judgment of heaven and earth, yet it also carries a wisp of the most primordial vitality. Huang intended to use this dual nature to manifest and revive Willow God.

He had achieved initial success: Willow God reappeared!

However, Willow God had died on that mysterious plateau, a place filled with endless eerie substances. Even if she were revived, countless inauspicious substances would inevitably cling to her.

Even with the thunder's bombardment, some eerie substances still managed to seep out.

Therefore, Huang also placed his Desolate Sword, with its unparalleled destructive power, into the Lightning Pool to absorb the eerie substances and completely obliterate them with its formidable might.

Nearby, a woman also rose from within the grand cauldron. She was pure and ethereal, bright and radiant. Even in this place of life-and-death calamity and grand battle, she carried a faint smile.

She was Ye Qingxian, the Ye Heavenly Emperor's most beloved and most promising descendant. For many years after her death, Ye had remained silent, speaking to no one.

Today, she too made an appearance, having been manifested by the Ye Heavenly Emperor within the cauldron for years, now on the verge of full revival.

“I didn't want you to come!” Huang said, his voice low and his spirits subdued.

“But you know I had to come,” Willow God replied, her voice soft and pleasant, yet imbued with infinite sorrow.

Willow God emerged from the Lightning Pool, looked at the pool and the sword, and said, “Go to your masters. Only in their hands can you radiate your destined invincible brilliance!”

“Grandfather, I'm going too!” Ye Qingxian smiled, stepping out of the All-Things Primordial Qi Cauldron and looking at the Ye Heavenly Emperor.

At the same time, she looked at Huang, recalling old memories, and with a hint of bashfulness, offered him a polite greeting.

Sword and cauldron rang in unison, shaking the boundless great worlds and the realm beyond!

The Lightning Pool, the Desolate Sword, and the All-Things Primordial Qi Cauldron each flew toward their respective masters. The Progenitors could not stop them, as these weapons were inextricably linked to the two Heavenly Emperors, like flesh and blood, able to coalesce or disperse at will.

Unparalleled power surged forth, expanding rapidly!

After Willow God's body left the Lightning Pool, it began to visibly fade. She did not attack the Progenitors, knowing it would be meaningless; in her current state, she could neither kill nor gravely wound them.

She looked at Huang, nodded, her gaze filled with sadness and regret. Then, she suddenly turned, transforming into a breathtaking, long rainbow that pierced through the sun and moon. With a resounding boom, she plunged into the Ten Emperors' battlefield.

Across the heavens and earth, blood rained down… An Emperor fell!Willow God willingly dissolved her Dao, incinerating herself and taking an Immortal Emperor from the eerie race with her on the path to death, utterly annihilating him!

She channeled her own cultivation, burning herself, augmented by the unparalleled lightning clinging to her from the Lightning Pool and a surge of destructive energy from the Desolate Sword. She utterly obliterated a supreme being, rendering him irrevocably dead—not even the mysterious plateau could revive him!

Huang remained silent, his heart heavy with sorrow, yet no tears would fall.

Ye Qingxian also transformed into a breathtaking rainbow, soaring into the distance. The violent sound of the Great Dao's disintegration echoed, shaking the otherworldly realm.

Ye, too, remained silent, clenching his fists.

Sword and cauldron rang in unison. An Emperor fell, people were wounded. Huang and Ye abruptly turned, facing the Ten Progenitors and the plateau!