Chapter 2145: The Fortune True Dragon Son Dies, Heaven and Earth Bleed Rain

Under the gaze of the Supreme Solar Sword Immortal, the endless dark and despairing world faintly froze.

Within the darkness, a streak of light appeared.

Then, this endless despairing darkness slowly tore apart, the heavens splitting to both sides, and the vibrant, colorful scenes of the human world appeared once more.

That streak of light was the light of the Taiqing Flying Sword.

This sword-light struck from the present toward the past, and together with the Heaven-Earth Sovereign Sword of the past, crossed in an X and slashed into the body of the Fortune True Dragon Son, who had burned everything and held the River Diagram and Luo Script.

In an instant, heaven and earth fell silent.

Everyone saw such a scene.

In the already-frozen time of the past, upon the ashen great earth of the Ten Thousand Dragon Imperial Heaven, the Fortune True Dragon Son—who held the River Diagram and Luo Script and wore the Primordial Mother Qi Imperial Seal upon his head—suddenly stiffened.

Then, two crossing bloodstains appeared on the body of that heaven-piercing, earth-traversing five-clawed Fortune Golden Dragon.

The intersection point of these two crossing bloodstains lay on the head of the Fortune True Dragon Son, which grew deer antlers, had eyes like a rabbit, a head like a camel, and fish-like whiskers; the intersection point gradually split apart, and the two sword-lights severed the boundless, majestic body of the five-clawed Fortune Golden Dragon into several sections, with vast streams of golden blood pouring into the starry sky like waterfalls.

In the time of the past, the Fortune True Dragon Son was severed into several sections by the joint hands of the Supreme Solar Sword Immortal of the future and the present!

The immortal Golden Body shattered, the head split into four pieces!

"No!"

"No, no, no…"

The Fortune True Dragon Son in the past's time roared in unwillingness.

He was unwilling to accept such a result!

Because of this, the scene within the past's time collapsed.

All the human cultivators held their breath, looking at the collapsed past, looking at the battlefield that belonged only to the present.

In the present world, there also existed a Fortune True Dragon Son.

This Fortune True Dragon Son of the present was the same as the one of the past: the Primordial Mother Qi Imperial Seal upon his head, the River Diagram and Luo Script in his hands, the endless fortune of the Immortal Court protecting his body, majestic and sacred, his Jin Chong Guang imperishable, standing like a being among the gods—the fated lord of the White Metal-Virtue Immortal Court among the countless billions of years of the Five-Virtue Fortune Immortal Courts.

No one attacked the him of the present.

The Fortune True Dragon Son simply stayed there, perfectly fine, in the starry sky.

His body stiffened.

It stiffened for a long while, without a single sound.

Crack!

At a certain moment, the Fortune True Dragon Son's dragon head abruptly shattered into four pieces.

His dragon body that connected heaven and earth broke into several sections, great gouts of golden blood gushing forth, spreading throughout the star domain, turning this Heavenly Dragon Star Domain into a true Dragon-Falling Land—greatly beneficial to the future growth of dragon beasts, once again living up to its name.

The Fortune True Dragon Son of the past and the Fortune True Dragon Son of the present were originally one entity!

The past, is the present!

This star domain was utterly silent, and the turbulent star domains began to close.

"Victory!"

"Victory, victory…"

All the human cultivators held their breath, their gazes fervent, as if they were witnessing a glorious epic in history, and as participants in person they were now experiencing this epic scene.

The human race's Supreme Solar Sword Immortal, in formation, slew an alien True Immortal!

This glorious scene appeared once again in the endless starry sky; the name of the endless starry sky's hegemon was emphasized once more, once more inscribed in the hearts of all beings of heaven and earth, making all beings of heaven and earth recall once again that long-past glory and honor.

"Roar!"

"Roar, roar, roar…"

From within the shattered body of the five-clawed Fortune Golden Dragon came a mournful, furious roar.

A dragon-shaped phantom, an incomparably transcendent existence, bodily merged into the Innate Fortune Great Dao, vanishing at an unimaginable extreme speed—an escape velocity that even surpassed the speed at which an Eighth Tribulation Supreme Being's consciousness operated.

Flee!

Flee, flee!

The Fortune True Dragon Son was fleeing!

He abandoned his body, abandoned his divine soul, fleeing only with the essence of the transcendent Innate Fortune Great Dao, giving up too many things, all for the sake of preserving his life.

Life, should be prolonged!

Life, survival!

This is the supreme wish of all living beings—as long as one lives, everything remains possible.

As long as he could escape, find a life-bearing star domain or stellar ring belt without any True Immortals, and recuperate for a million years, he might well recover to his original state!

Flee!

Flee at all costs!

Since ancient times, defeating and slaying a True Immortal were two vastly different goals.

In battles of True Immortals, examples of successful escape were countless; even if a True Immortal failed, they were hard to kill—they were a transcendent kind of being, possessing some characteristics of an immortal, far too difficult to slay.

However,

This did not include the Supreme Solar Sword Immortal!

"Fellow Daoist,"

"Foolish and futile Fellow Daoist True Dragon Son…"

Jiang Ding sighed softly: "This Sovereign has long said that any being defeated beneath This Sovereign's sword will have no chance of escape; Fellow Daoist's fate of death was sealed many years ago."

"Why, why, would you not believe it?"

"This truly should not have happened."

"You should have believed it—you are the first True Immortal This Sovereign has slain, of great commemorative value; how could This Sovereign deceive you?"

"So many words spoken."

"For all this nagging, I beg the Daoist friend to forgive me."

Jiang Ding sighed: "It's truly been many years. This Sovereign truly could not find a single living being to talk to. There is so much loneliness and solitude in my heart. This meeting with the Daoist friend was far too brief, so I cannot help but have many words, and I am deeply attached to such lively and joyful moments, finding them hard to part with."

"From now on, will This Sovereign gradually grow accustomed to such solitude?"

Jiang Ding's voice slowly grew quieter.

Clang.

The sword-song was melodious and beautiful.

The Taiqing Flying Sword that had once appeared in days gone by emerged once more.

The star field fell silent.

Then, the matter, the Great Daos, karma, space, and everything else within the star field accelerated madly. The space of the present flickered, and between flickers, scenes of the future appeared before the eyes of the countless cultivators of the human race.

Yuan, the Seven Killings Sword Sovereign, the Zhenjun He Huan Dao Lord, and others held their breath.

They saw a scene that would occur in one-thousandth of an instant in the future.

In that one-thousandth of an instant in the future, upon the brow of the True Dragon Son of Fortune, who had long ago retreated into the Great Dao of Innate Fortune, a Dusk Sword Shadow marked by the Great Dao of Law Annihilation suddenly appeared.

"No!"

"Impossible!"

"When was this mark placed…"

The True Dragon Son of Fortune, who had merged his body with the Great Dao of Innate Fortune, shrieked in terror at his transcendent essence, unwilling to believe the reality before him.

He was shrouded by the cold fear of death.

For he saw that beside the Supreme Great Sun Sword Immortal of the present, at some unknown time, another Supreme Great Sun Sword Immortal had appeared.

This was absolutely not a clone.

For that aura was so terrifying, so chilling to the bone, that a clone could never possess such a terrifying aura.

Clang!

Clang!

The Supreme Great Sun Sword Immortal of the future and the Supreme Great Sun Sword Immortal of the present did not look at each other, did not meet, for they could never meet, could never see one another.

The two Supreme Great Sun Sword Immortals, of present and future, drew their swords at the same time.

And slashed toward the distance at the same time.

Then, sheathed their swords and returned them to the scabbard at the same time.

They looked toward a certain void at the same time, their figures slowly dissipating.

In the present, Jiang Ding sheathed his sword and returned it to the scabbard, gazing indifferently into the distance — at a single point of void separated from here by seventeen star fields.

There, the transcendent essence of the True Dragon Son of Fortune was severed into four segments.

Shattered.

Only a True Dragon Seal, split into four pieces, remained where he had been, falling helplessly beneath the starry sky.

"Wuu…"

"Wuu wuu wuu…"

In an instant, the authority of the Great Dao of Innate Fortune collapsed.

Endless starry skies rained blood. Every world, every place, every spot shrouded by the rules of the Great Dao could see this boundless rain of blood. The Heavenly Dao mourned for no reason, tears falling like rain.

The Great Dao of Innate Fortune, the True Dragon Son of Fortune — dead!

(End of this chapter)