Chapter 2096: The Emperors of Past Generations Are Dead

A star like a black hole is shattering!

On the planet's surface, cracks spread; an obsidian-like outer shell develops fissures amidst the turmoil. The cracks deepen and multiply, soon covering the entire black hole.

Boom!

Thunderous boom!

Accompanied by an explosion, the thick shell of impurities that had accumulated over hundreds of thousands of years crashes apart, turning into countless dust particles that scatter in all directions, revealing the object at the center.

This is infinite light!

This is infinite heat!

This is the Great Dao of infinite destruction and the end of the Dharma!

This is an incomparably magnificent, incomparably brilliant star. Its radiance instantly illuminates the entire starry sky, reappearing in the universe with a brilliance far surpassing that of Sirius in the past.

Countless rays of light shoot outward!

The radiance instantly solidifies.

Because this star, having gathered countless heavenly treasures and labor forces from the Seven Star Domains and the Fallen Immortal Xian Gao Jie over hundreds of thousands of years, has reached a mass so terrifying it has become a black hole in the universe, emitting a terrifying gravitational pull from which even light cannot escape.

Even light cannot escape the gravitational range of this star!

If a gaze from a higher dimension were to descend here, it could penetrate the extreme darkness of the black hole, pierce through the infinite destructive radiance and searing heat, pass through layers of plasma, reach the very core of this star, and discover the object at its center.

It is a sword.

A sword three feet long and three fingers wide, with the color of solar radiance.

It is precisely this existence, insignificant as a dust mote on the cosmic scale, that emits a gravitational pull like a black hole and radiates brilliance far exceeding that of the sun!

Clang!

At this moment, this flying sword hums joyfully.

She feels the summons of her sword master, a summons separated by six hundred thousand years, and also senses the arrival of a powerful enemy. The joy of the Sword Dao fills every inch of her sword body.

Amidst this joy, she slowly vanishes.

Originally, in the universe where the Sirius star was located, nothing remained. No stars, no black holes; only an obsidian-like debris field remained, forming a vast asteroid belt that gradually scattered into the void of the universe.

Within the Immortal Gate and the Solar System,

amidst the thunder and storms gathering from the endless universe, amidst that terrifying pressure constantly intensifying, in that dreadful aura that solidifies the myriad ways of heaven and earth.

Clang!

Jiang Ding gently draws the long sword at his waist.

As if by fate, as if by rule, the Tai Qing Flying Sword naturally appears at his waist. He draws it, forming a long sword of light and flame, pointing toward the thunder in the starry sky that constantly generates variables, constantly changes, and whose power grows ever more terrifying.

The instant this flying sword appears, a terrifying gravitational pull like a black hole and incomparably fearsome, searing radiance of the Dharma's end erupt in the starry sky. With brute force, they tear apart the surrounding solidified void pressure, crush it, and allow billions of utterly sharp rays of Dharma-ending radiance to pierce through, completely shattering the majesty of the Ten Thousand Dharma Thunder.

This terrifying heavenly tribulation pressure dissipates into nothingness.

This is the power of the True Immortal's life-bound flying sword, forged over hundreds of thousands of years: the Tai Qing Flying Sword!

Jiang Ding quietly gazes at the final Lei Gao Jie in the starry sky, especially focusing on the variables and the aura of the Ten Thousand Dharma constantly changing within that thunder, with no thought of interrupting it.

He simply watches quietly.

Finally, after several moments, the thunder within the destructive heavenly tribulation gradually stabilizes.

A vague, towering figure bathed in thunder, wearing wide sleeves and a crown, appears in the starry sky. Emitting an extremely terrifying pressure, he looks at this starry sky once more with nostalgia, at this heaven and earth once so familiar, slightly dazed, wondering what he is thinking.

Jiang Ding does not disturb him further, waiting.

Jiang Ding waits until the other has finished reminiscing and the thunder within the heavenly tribulation is about to operate according to the rules, then speaks: "Senior Wan Fa, have all the Human Emperors since ancient times died?"

Wan Fa!

The Ancient Emperor Wan Fa!

The invincible existence of the previous era, invincible throughout the world, invincible across the endless starry sky, who established the magnificent Immortal Dynasty! A being of supreme talent and genius of an era!

"This!"

"This, this, this!"

The assembled Immortal Gate Supreme Beings nearby stammer, showing expressions of shock, doubting their own ears.

Wasn't the Ancient Emperor Wan Fa long dead?

Even an Emperor, how could he possibly survive such a vast span of time? If an Emperor could achieve this, how could there be successive generations of Emperors replacing one another?

Yet, the True Immortal speaks thus!

This does not sound like speaking to a shadow imprinted within the heavenly tribulation, nor like speaking to a figure from history, but rather like casual conversation with a living being!

What has the True Immortal discovered within the thunder?

"Have all the Emperors of past generations died?"

"Died, have they? ……"

A vague voice emerges from the thunder. The sound waves spread like the essence of the Great Dao, vibrating the essence of the endless starry sky, and whispers: "Who knows?"

"Perhaps they live."

"Perhaps they are all dead, leaving only some traces behind..."

This towering, vague voice speaks little. He extends his palm; his five fingers are long and slender, making one unable to look away, as if witnessing ultimate perfection, an essence perfectly aligned with the Great Dao, beyond which no further transcendence is possible.

This palm presses downward.

Thunderous boom~

The entire endless starry sky trembles in response; the Great Dao solidifies!

The infinite variables of the universe rapidly shift and change, transforming into a realm incomprehensible to the True Immortal of the End-of-Dharma Great Dao in this current era. It withdraws from a state nearly merged with the End-of-Dharma Great Dao and is instantly stripped of its authority!

The hand woven from the thunder of the heavenly tribulation was initially only the size of an ordinary human hand.

Yet in an instant, this hand covers the heavens and earth, as if it instantly encompasses the entire universe, encompasses the entire starry sky visible to all living beings, encompasses all ranges of observation!

A deathly, desolate killing intent filled the world.

This was the terrifying killing intent of a slaughtering True Immortal—True Immortals were not invincible!

"You…"

"Not the true Immortal Dao universal constant!"

"Not the true descent of the Human Sovereign!"

Jiang Ding raised his head amid incomparably terrifying, bone-chilling omens and said slowly, "It seems the Human Sovereign really is dead—there's no way he isn't. The true Immortal Dao universal constant is absolutely far more than just this."

"Although… this is an incomparably close approximation of the true Immortal Dao universal constant…"

Jiang Ding saw that on this thunderous palm, seemingly covering the entire cosmos, countless ravines crisscrossed like the lines of a palm; within them, destiny, yin and yang, and variables waxed and waned, containing Immortal Dao mysteries he could not yet fully comprehend.

In this moment he could not tell whether it was that this palm was infinitely vast, shrouding the entire endless starry sky;

or whether he himself had shrunk infinitely small, become an utterly minuscule speck of dust, able only to gaze at the starry sky with the body of a mayfly, viewing the heavens from the bottom of a well, a leaf obscuring his eyes—so that he mistook a single living being's palm for an entire universe.

None of this mattered anymore.

The Immortal Dao mysteries contained within the thunder held many parts he could not comprehend; the cosmos and the world were relative, and whether it was his own insignificance or the enormity of the thunderous palm, at this moment there was no difference whatsoever.

Amid the rumbling sounds of endless destruction, the thunderous palm covering the entire cosmos descended from the heavens, its five fingers closing as it clenched toward him at the center.

All radiance vanished from heaven and earth; the world plunged into the utmost darkness.