Chapter 906: Karma Broken

The sky was calm!

The human world was peaceful!

The wind had risen a few breaths ago and dissipated at this instant.

It seemed as if it had never appeared, only the brilliant whirlpools formed by the star clusters painting on the firmament replaced the sky and were still turning silently.

They would last for a period of time, becoming the traces of that world-shocking battle.

At this moment, the Holy Land had departed.

Outside the Ancient Emperor Star, the Three Gods from the Nether Abyss Corpse Clan, the Beiming Royal Clan, and the Red Earth Daluo Clan also understood that the Empress becoming a god could no longer be stopped.

Thus, they chose to retreat, gazing at the Great Emperor's figure in the firmament with wariness and complexity.

There were still other thoughts in their hearts, but whether these thoughts could become reality depended on whether there was such an opportunity.

As for the Sun, Moon, and Star, they had also completed the deal; at this time, gazing at the firmament, gazing at the Great Emperor of the human race, their expressions rarely showed some reminiscence and fluctuations.

What they were reminiscing about might not be the Great Emperor before them, and the fluctuations might not be the current Wanggu.

Perhaps, it was the North Emperor, the North Immortal Realm.

They thought of that person.

All directions were silent.

All gazes, whether it was the Empress, the gods, the ministers, the common people of the Imperial Capital, or the divine senses hidden in the void.

At this moment, all looked toward mid-air, toward the figure who had slashed the final sword, stunning Wanggu and peerless among all living beings.

In this silence, under the gaze of all, the Great Emperor slowly turned around.

His eyes, filled with eternal vicissitudes, looked toward the human race, toward the human world.

Accompanied by a soft sigh.

His body, transformed by destiny, gradually collapsed until it became blurry, leaving only the outline, and also revealing the flesh of Xu Qing within.

This flesh fell toward the earth and finally lay on the human race's war drum.

During the process, a blurry soul shadow walked out from Xu Qing's body and floated in mid-air.

That was the Great Emperor's soul.

It was dissipating irreversibly.

He had guarded the human world for tens of thousands of years, fought countless battles in this life, and beheaded countless gods, and today... he was tired.

The fatigue from the soul spread into the sky at this moment.

His vitality, in fact, had been extinguished many years ago, and only a clone had walked until today, reaching the end of his life.

His fatigue, in the time of countless years, had also appeared long ago, accumulating until today.

And he could have possessed endless lifespan, could have possessed supreme glory, could have not been so tired.

He only needed to choose himself at the critical nodes in the past, between himself and the clan.

But he chose the clan.

Sometimes, a choice at a critical moment in life is a road of no return; once you walk on it, regardless of right or wrong, you cannot turn back.

"Regret?"

The Great Emperor smiled; it had been a very, very long time since he had smiled.

"No regrets."

The Great Emperor murmured in his heart.

Walking through the mountains and rivers of the human world for countless years, stepping on the waves of heaven and earth for eternity, in this life, he drew his sword to behead gods, and sat and lay to guard the clan.

Such a life was naturally much better than shrinking outside the sky and lingering on.

Thinking this way, the Great Emperor's gaze swept across this human world, looking at the Imperial Capital, looking at the Great Domain, looking at the mountains and rivers, and finally only looked at two people.

One was Xu Qing, the Sword-Carrier he had designated, who would carry his sword and continue to walk on.

He would not bind how the other party walked his path, how he walked; that was his freedom, and as for how the sword was drawn, how it was slashed, that was also freedom.

This child's karma was too great; his past, his future, might be even more tiring than mine.

And the second person was the Empress.

This woman who wept under Xuan Zhan's devouring, this talented woman who had also given her all for the human race, had caused a ripple in his heart at that time.

He thought of his daughter who had been devoured by gods.

Thus, he saved the Empress.

Not all Human Emperors were good, but at least when I left, she was good.

Looking at the Empress whose divine fire was burning violently, the Great Emperor's eyes held expectation.

He wanted to see what kind of eruption would be obtained by a cultivator who supported with the destiny of a clan, crossed the Half-Step to become a peak Sovereign, and switched to the divine path.

Was it the Flawless peak, or one step to the Divine Platform.

As for the ancestral teachings from the Holy Land, the human race could not become gods.

He was abiding by them.

But after he left, what should the clan do?

After he left, who would continue to guard the human race? Between the ancestral teachings and the living beings of the clan, the Great Emperor did not want to think about it.

He only wanted to take one more look at this human world he had guarded all along in this final time.

By the way, go fishing one more time.

Thus, the next breath, the moment his soul shadow blurred, the moment the Empress's expression changed greatly, and the moment Xu Qing slowly opened his eyes.

Behind the Great Emperor, a figure appeared from the void like thunder, raising his hand and slapping fiercely toward the Great Emperor's soul shadow.

"Sword-Holding, this deity sends you on your final journey."

The one who appeared was precisely Yu Liuchen.

He had not left, but had always been hiding, looking for an opportunity, and finally found it, and finally turned "watching the final journey" into "sending."

But just at the moment when everyone's expression changed greatly and Yu Liuchen's palm was about to fall.

The Great Emperor's expression did not change in the slightest, and he raised his hand and swung it suddenly behind him.

With this swing, infinite power erupted from him, and the star cluster whirlpool rotating in the firmament suddenly accelerated, changing from peaceful to violent in an instant.

The roaring sound was deafening in an instant.

It seemed that everything before was false, was waiting, waiting for the fish to appear.

A storm that shocked the world again erupted at this instant, forming an irresistible force, rolling toward Yu Liuchen like a mountain collapse, and exploding in front of him.

Yu Liuchen trembled all over, and mouthfuls of golden fresh blood were spat out uncontrollably.

The sword on his chest shot out infinite sword qi, sweeping through Yu Liuchen's body; wherever it passed, countless flesh and blood were extinguished, and the miserable sound from Yu Liuchen spread throughout heaven and earth.

"You actually still had a hand; you guys, why don't you make a move now, what are you waiting for?"

Yu Liuchen's expression was twisted, and his voice caused the firmament to collapse, and as it spread, he rushed toward the Sword-Holding Great Emperor again.

Almost at the moment Yu Liuchen's words spread, the great wind in the sky rose again; this wind was icy cold, and wherever it passed, heaven and earth were filled with white wind and snow, and everything was sealed.

Whether it was clouds and mist, or mountains and ridges, or rivers, or all things, even laws and rules had to be frozen in this wind.

Because this was the wind of Flawless, this was the wind of gods.

This was the divine authority wind of another Flawless god from the Beiming Royal Clan.

In the wind, a god walked out.

This god could not be seen clearly, as if he had no fixed form; he merged into the wind, transformed into a palm composed of wind, and grabbed toward the Great Emperor here.

Looking from a distance, at this moment on both sides of the Great Emperor, one side was Yu Liuchen, and the other side was the God of Cold Wind.

These two terrifying gods made a move at the same time.

And in the four directions, as the void shattered, there were actually seven or eight gods who also broke through the air; they had always been hiding in the surroundings, precisely for this moment.

What they wanted was the life-destiny light emitted from the body of this last Quasi-Immortal of Wanggu before his death.

This scene fell into the eyes of the human race.

The Empress's body shook; he wanted to make a move, but now his body could not move; at the moment when the divine fire was about to form, it was also his most vulnerable time.

As for the others, they simply did not have the qualifications to rise into the sky and participate in this battle.

Xu Qing's eyes were also instantly filled with bloodshot eyes; after reviving, he felt that some different places had appeared in his body, and his soul was also like this.

The sense of completeness he felt when beating the drum appeared again, and it was even stronger.

It was as if, whether outside or inside, whether revealed or hidden, all the scars had been carefully repaired by the Great Emperor.

Now, it was completely complete.

Not only that, the last trace of the Great Emperor on that Emperor Sword had also been wiped away.

Giving this sword to him completely, without any hidden dangers.

Besides this, he also left a legacy in his heart.

"Sword-Holding Style."

The name of this legacy was precisely these three words.

This was the Great Emperor's most precious unique skill in his life, his mantle.

It was also the move that slashed toward the Heavenly Blade back then.

Such grace was so deep that Xu Qing could not repay it, but now he, seeing the Great Emperor facing such a siege, had no ability to help at all.

Xu Qing suddenly stood up; even though he was not qualified, he still wanted to light his sword.

But just at this moment, a faint voice came from the sky.

"Stay calm."

This voice was calm, echoing in the human race, just like the guard for these countless years, making the human race feel at ease.

At this moment, it spread throughout the entire heaven and earth, soothing the Empress and Xu Qing's hearts; at the same time, the Sword-Holding Great Emperor in the firmament had no fluctuations in his expression, as if facing the joint efforts of so many gods, for him, it was nothing more than this.

Only to see him raise his right hand and grab toward the rushing Yu Liuchen across the air.

With this grab, Yu Liuchen trembled violently, and the illusory sword on his chest actually emitted a heaven-shaking sword cry and rushed out.

This sword, for the first time in tens of thousands of years, was pulled out from Yu Liuchen's chest.

The moment it appeared, it shone with brilliant sword light, emitted heaven-topping sword qi, and landed in the Great Emperor's hand.

After being grabbed by the Great Emperor, he slashed suddenly toward the divine hand of cold wind coming from behind.

Sword light rose, heaven and earth were shocked.

The divine hand broke in the wind, without any power to block, and as countless divine blood spilled, the wind that could freeze everything also disintegrated, collapsed, and shattered.

Among them, that god from the Beiming Royal Clan also did not have the slightest hesitation and suddenly disappeared.

As for the remaining might, it swept across the four directions at this time, causing all the hidden gods who rushed out from the void to spit out divine blood one by one, each retreating, not daring to approach even a little bit.

The Great Emperor actually still had one sword.

This sword, tens of thousands of years ago, was left on Yu Liuchen's chest, and today it was pulled out.

Shocking all directions.

When the gods retreated, Yu Liuchen was also like this, his body retreated rapidly, but a light of unprecedented clarity appeared in his eyes; all previous reactions instantly dissipated, becoming incomparably calm.

"The grace of not killing back then has been repaid."

After finishing speaking, his body's injuries recovered without any obstacles, and he turned around in one step, rolled with the crimson heavenly robe, stepped into the void, and left freely.

"Karma is broken, Sword-Holding, farewell forever." ===== CHAPTER 907 =====

Having finished speaking, he, whose physical injuries no longer faced any obstacles to recovery, turned and took a step, wrapping his crimson celestial robe around himself as he stepped into the void and drifted away freely.

"The cause and effect are severed; farewell forever to the Sword-Wielding."