Chapter 1031

In this sigh, there is some regret, some emotion, and a touch of envy.

But soon, he realizes his thoughts are wrong; after all... that can also be considered his former enemy.

Toward an enemy, he must never feel envy.

"Dying is fine, but to insist on dying twice, there's really no one else like him."

Yu Liuchen snorts coldly, withdrawing his gaze from the horizon.

"However, in this era where True Gods are rare and God Lords are slumbering, your story is about to end, and my story... is about to begin."

Eastern Wanggu Continent, the firmament in the east is now empty.

Of the four Profound-rank Holy Lands that once floated there, three have collapsed under the Sword-Wielding Emperor's blade.

The only remaining Moyu Holy Land is also sent falling by the Sword-Wielder with a wave of his hand, gifted to the Empress.

Only the Moyu Emperor escaped, leaving no trace.

Subsequently, the Sword-Wielder walks toward the south of the firmament.

The Empress and Xu Qing follow behind.

It was an endless distance, but under the Sword-Wielder's heaven-shocking aura at this moment, it seems shortened; in just the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn, he brings the two of them across domain after domain, appearing amidst the heaven and earth of Southern Wanggu.

In the distance are three Holy Lands shining with brilliance.

The battlefield in the south is not protected by arrays like the east; the Chidi Daluo Clan located in the south has turned the entire south into a sea of fire.

Fire is the environment that suits them.

With fire as the sea, they can exert the full combat power of the Chidi Daluo Clan.

And during this time, their war with the Holy Lands has also been extremely intense.

Standing in the sky, Xu Qing can see that the earth, filled with a sea of fire, is covered in charred corpses, and there are countless collapsed buildings and magic treasure fragments; some come from the clan lands here, and others... come from the collapse of a Holy Land.

In the south, one Holy Land has been destroyed, and one Emperor has been slain.

Leaving only three of the original four Holy Lands here.

And the arrival of the Sword-Wielder immediately draws the gazes of both sides; thus, the cultivators of the Chidi Daluo Clan shrink their pupils, and under the decree of their clan's god, they retreat like a receding tide.

As for the Holy Lands, their defensive arrays are fully activated, and the three Emperors within dare not appear.

What happened in the east has long been sensed by all sides.

Facing someone who clearly already possesses Xia Xian combat power, not only are the Holy Lands intensely wary, but even the Chidi Daluo Clan is incomparably vigilant.

But for the Sword-Wielder, whether the Chidi Daluo Clan is vigilant or not has nothing to do with him; now, what he must do is pass on his own sword techniques.

Thus, as his gaze falls upon those three Holy Lands, the Sword-Wielder's voice echoes in the hearts and minds of the Empress and Xu Qing.

"The second form of my realized sword is named..."

"Space-Rending!"

The Sword-Wielding Emperor speaks calmly, raising his right hand and pressing down lightly toward the three Holy Lands ahead, which are fully prepared and defended.

Under this press, amidst the turmoil in the hearts of the Chidi Daluo Clan, as the firmament dims at this moment, and as the sea of fire on the earth is instantly extinguished...

The three Holy Lands floating in mid-air, along with a large area around them, suddenly blur.

A terrifying force seems to descend from thin air, landing in that region, isolating it from the outside world.

Subsequently, this force erupts, as if extracting the aura of that region!

And the Sword-Wielding Emperor's gentle voice also explains this sword of his.

"This sword was created back then when I was campaigning for the Ancient Emperor against all clans, for the purpose of destroying enemies over a large area; it must retain lethality while covering a huge range... so its principle is to extract all aura from a region."

"Making that place turn into a vacuum."

"Using the squeezing power of the vacuum's own contraction, it shatters the void and shatters everything within it, and the traces of their shattering are sword marks."

"These sword marks, boundless and limitless, gathering together, can become the Space-Rending Sword!"

As the Sword-Wielding Emperor's words are conveyed, the three Holy Lands and the region isolated around them collapse suddenly.

As all aura is extracted and the squeezing force erupts fully, coupled with the Sword-Wielding Emperor's will, the living beings within that region have their expressions change drastically.

The first to show cracks are the defensive arrays of the three Holy Lands.

Under the squeezing of this vacuum, the arrays shake violently, the cracks on them increasing until finally, the arrays cannot withstand it, splitting apart and collapsing.

Thus, a greater vacuum squeezing force erupts within the three Holy Lands.

For a time, it is incomparably miserable.

But the wailing cannot be conveyed, isolated within.

Only the powerhouses of these three Holy Lands, such as the Emperors and Rulers, have their eyes turn red at this instant, unfolding their trump cards in an attempt to resist.

But... it is meaningless.

The collapse continues, and the cracks multiply.

The appearance of those cracks all transforms into sword marks.

Until the end, countless sword marks rise, converging into a heaven-shocking sword; in that isolated vacuum land, the sword light spreads, the sword Qi destroys, and the sword intent suppresses heaven and earth.

After a long time, the isolation dissipates, and countless Holy Land fragments scatter onto the earth.

There is no flesh and blood; accompanying the fragments that fall are the dust transformed from life.

And all life force is swept up, pouring into the Sword-Wielding Emperor's body, causing his aura to surge once again at this moment.

Under the sweep of this aura, the gods of the Chidi Daluo Clan also choose to retreat, unwilling to contend.

"Without True Gods appearing, facing Xia Xian... we are unable to resist."

After a long while, when the Sword-Wielding Emperor leaves with Xu Qing and the Empress, a calm voice slowly conveys from within the Chidi Daluo Clan.

At the same time, the destruction of multiple Holy Lands and the fall of multiple Emperors spread like a storm throughout all of Eastern Wanggu.

Causing countless clans in Eastern Wanggu to feel their hearts and minds shaken, and many gods choose silence.

And the former glory of the human race also emerges in the hearts of all clans at this moment.

At the same time, the storm brings incomparable terror and horror to the Profound-rank Holy Lands that have descended upon Western and Northern Wanggu.

Thus, the Holy Lands in these two regions, in contact with each other, on one hand fully activate their defenses, and on the other hand, seek help from the starry sky outside Eastern Wanggu.

At the same time, they choose to leave their locations without hesitation, intending to gather together.

After coming to Eastern Wanggu, they cannot leave; now, the only path before them is to huddle together.

Only in this way, by gathering the power of multiple Holy Lands, is it possible to hold out and wait for the Earth-rank Holy Lands and even the only Heaven-rank Holy Land outside the starry sky to descend.

It is just that their actions cannot be smooth.

The Youming Yuanhai Clan in the west and the Beiming Royal Clan in the north, having fought the Holy Lands that descended upon their clan lands until now, naturally will grasp such an opportunity with all their might.

So, in the next instant, the wars in the west and north erupt even more violently.

The cultivators of both clans mobilize fully, blocking the departure of the Holy Lands in their respective regions.

Just like this, at the moment when the sounds of slaughter from this interception war echo in all directions, the figure of the Sword-Wielding Emperor appears in the firmament of Western Wanggu.

"The third form of my realized sword..."

"Is named Tiangong."

"This form was realized during the wars against all clans before the unification by the Ancient Emperor Xuanyou; its intent of slaughter was too great, and the means were cruel, targeting only cultivators, and using it would harm the harmony of heaven... so after the gods descended, I never used it."

The Sword-Wielding Emperor looks at the Holy Land ahead and speaks softly.

Subsequently, he raises his hand and swings it forward.

Under this swing, a scene that causes Xu Qing's eyes to shrink appears thunderously.

Xu Qing was shocked by the collapse of the Holy Lands in the east and south, but not like this.

It is truly because... the Tiangong Sword, as the Sword-Wielding Emperor said, targets only cultivators and is cruel, and using it harms the harmony of heaven.

Because... this so-called Tiangong is not a palace in the firmament, but the Tiangong shaped within the body of every cultivator at the Core Formation stage and above!

At this instant, their Heaven Palaces all collapse, as if controlled, transforming into countless illusory swords, breaking out of their bodies!

It is incomparably tragic.

Countless wails.

Like a method of absolute killing, continuously gathering, it becomes a sea of swords, whistling through heaven and earth, permeating all Holy Lands in the west.

This is a catastrophe for cultivators above Core Formation.

As for those below Core Formation, it is even harder to escape life and death; amidst the sweep of this sea of swords, they are all shattered and destroyed.

Until the Holy Lands themselves also shatter under the destruction of that sea of swords.

All things collapse, and all living beings are extinguished.

Only the Sword-Wielding Emperor's voice breaks the silence, echoing in the ears of Xu Qing and the Empress.

"Using the enemy's Tiangong as a sword, this is the Tiangong Sword."

"As for the fourth sword that follows..."

"Its name is Star Radiance!"

The moment the words are conveyed, the firmament roars, as if the heavens have opened; the daylight dissipates on its own at this instant, becoming the dark night.

And in the dark night, countless stars shine.

Countless starlight appears in heaven and earth, becoming streaks of sword light, becoming long swords, scattering into the world.

The Sword-Wielding Emperor takes a step, treading on a streak of starlight, carrying Xu Qing and the Empress, borrowing the starlight to descend upon the ice plains of Northern Wanggu.

Against the background of the snow-covered plains, the starlight is brilliant, reflecting the snow, shining gloriously, drowning the Holy Lands here within it.

Looking from afar, a huge starlight vortex appears here, swallowing everything.

Up to this point, Wanggu is wordless.

All clans are silent, and the gods gaze on.

The Sword-Wielding Emperor becomes the most brilliant star in all of Wanggu at this moment, rising from within that starlight vortex.

Amidst the pouring in of countless life forces, his aura continues to surge, pushing his own combat power to climb toward the peak of the Xia Xian level.

The firmament trembles, and the earth roars.

It is just that the death aura on his body also reaches the extreme at this instant.

His voice also becomes hoarse.

"As for the final sword... I want to leave it for that place."

The Sword-Wielder raises his head, his gaze seeming to pierce through the sky curtain, looking far beyond the starry sky.

At this moment, in the starry sky of the Wanggu Continent, five heaven-shocking Holy Lands have already arrived.

At the very front are four.

Regardless of size or momentum, they far exceed the Profound-rank.

They are Earth-rank Holy Lands.

And the final one... shaped like a huge heart, as it beats, it erupts with incomparably terrifying might that surpasses all others.

That is... the only Heaven-rank Holy Land!

On this Heaven-rank Holy Land, atop an ancient tower, stands an old man wearing black robes.

He stands with his hands behind his back, his face full of wrinkles, his expression weathered, as if he has walked through countless years, witnessed all of history, and is now returning.

His gaze falls toward Wanggu.

Gazing across the heavens at the Sword-Wielder's eyes.