Chapter 2352: Sword Cultivator and Ancient Emperor Guilty Before Heaven

War and slaughter have lasted five hundred years.

This region of space has completely changed.

In the vast, boundless expanse, nothing remains—not the usual gale winds and currents, not meteorites big or small in swarms, not even several minor thousand worlds; both sides utterly shattered them, leaving only a barren, lifeless world, and finally even the world barriers, land, earth, mountains and rivers—nothing at all.

All traces of the several minor thousand worlds that once existed in the world have vanished.

When the true battle begins, neither side can afford to hold back.

Without doubt, both sides have offended Heaven, will surely face calamity in the future, and if they do not find a way within a set time to greatly accelerate the birth of at least several times more minor thousand worlds, they will suffer the relentless, undying wrath of Heaven's will—misfortune in all things, which only the present human emperor can fully suppress; they will suffer lifelong misfortune, possibly encountering sudden life-or-death peril even while walking the great road.

Heaven will never forget the harm once inflicted upon it.

This region of space and its rules have undergone repeated shattering and healing, its fragility unimaginable.

A Foundation Establishment cultivator walking here could shatter space with slight effort, and be torn to pieces by countless spatial blades.

The rules here are shattered and healed, now become a chaotic blur, making it impossible to distinguish earth, fire, wind, and water.

Even if the war ends, this place will not recover within a million years; it will remain one of the forbidden zones beneath the starry sky for a long time, easily devouring many cultivators.

At this moment, both sides on the battlefield are nearly utterly exhausted.

Three hundred billion human sword cultivators have fought to this point, leaving only a hundred billion Tai Shang Da Ri sword cultivators; the rest are dead, all dead, each remaining sword cultivator stained with blood, sword intent blazing, every sword cultivator's eyes blazing frightfully bright, their killing intent enough to frighten to death.

Any sword cultivator here who falls into a minor thousand world now could, with the killing intent on their body, extinguish ninety percent of all life in that minor thousand world.

These sword madmen are no longer human!

They are nothing but mad sword-life, their sword intent refined, refined, infinitely refined!

In their eyes, there is no life or death, no fear of imminent death, no innate reverence for the Emperor, no primal fear—long since completely overcome.

Now only terrifying killing intent toward the Emperor remains!

It is killing intent toward the Emperor, not merely toward the Wan Fa Ancient Emperor!

Even if the Tai Shang Da Ri Gu Huang himself came here, he could not hope to command them—kill without mercy!

Such arrogance, such heaven-rending killing intent—true sword cultivators only ever temporarily retreat and accumulate, never utterly submit to anyone; that is not the mark of a fine sword cultivator youth.

These sword cultivators have gone mad!

"Good——"

"Good good good——"

Surrounded at the center by wave after wave of sword cultivators with blood-red eyes is a mountain of flesh, shattered and healed, covered in scabbed scars!

This flesh mountain resembles a compass, a Go board, counting rods, even somewhat like a computer, having exhausted all human methods of deduction and variation, the myriad laws' myriad-number immortal bodies and myriad laws' divine souls evolved to the utmost, the Wan Fa Immortal Dynasty and Wan Fa Ancient Emperor having exhausted all their foundations.

In the midst of the brutal slaughter, Wan Fa Gu Huang has iterated his primordial ancient canon countless times.

Now he wields power far beyond his peak, even believing that if he could return to the past, after another round of accumulation, he could shorten the 《Wan Fa Xian Jing》 to under fifteen characters—quite possible.

He is stronger than before by an unknown degree.

But it is useless!

Useless!

This terrifying sword formation, named Tai Shang Zhu Mo Jian Zhen Kong Bu Sha Zhen, possesses the ability to evolve against enemies!

Yes, a mere sword formation, yet possessing such terrifying power, potential boundless—if not for the formation's profound mystery, these sword cultivators could not have held him off so long!

However, such thoughts of evasion and weakness exist only for a moment in Wan Fa Gu Huang's heart.

"I suppose,"

"Fellow Daoists, you are also worthy of this formation."

The scarred flesh mountain that is Wan Fa Gu Huang emits a sound like a blade tearing, a hoarse, broken whisper, sighing: "Besides you all, I suppose no cultivator could fully unleash this formation's power."

Once ruled and dominated the world for thirty million years.

Wan Fa Gu Huang understands the worth of these sword cultivators, understands their fervent sword intent.

Likewise as divine soldiers, the Wan Fa divine soldiers who once traversed heaven and earth can likewise fight to the death without retreat; every emperor's divine soldiers can do this—it is basic.

But fundamentally, this deathless resistance is voluntary.

Human weakness is unavoidable; life always seeks ways to survive—surrender, kowtow and beg for mercy—this is every life's instinct.

To counter these instincts, many emperors use soul control, the Six Paths of Reincarnation Illusion, bodily control, removing fear, etc., making it easy for them to fight to the death without retreat.

But this "voluntary" deathless resistance has a limit: a life with incomplete soul cannot achieve any breakthrough.

Yet these Tai Shang Da Ri sword cultivators have done it.

They came here full of passion to accomplish the heaven-shaking feat of besieging the Ancient Emperor, unafraid of life or death.

The hundred billion Tai Shang Da Ri sword cultivators step by step encircle and close in, tightening the encirclement, wave after wave of pressure as heavy as a star river covering all directions, destroying every possible escape route.

Like Pangu turning a millstone, under their footsteps the star river shatters, falling into chaos.

Chirp!

Not far away, Luo Tian Zhun Di and tens of millions of Tai Shang Da Ri sword cultivators behead the last zombie demon emperor forged from a Wan Fa Ancient Emperor descendant's corpse; the demon emperor's huge head snaps off at the neck, its massive, rotting black star-like body crashing between the star rivers, devoid of any spirituality.

The accumulated foundation of thirty million years of the Wan Fa Immortal Dynasty—countless Wan Fa Immortal Dynasty elites refined after death into myriad myriad Wan Fa divine soldiers—has thus been utterly destroyed!

Did these myriad myriad Wan Fa Immortal Slain divine soldiers cause Luo Tian Zhun Di terrifying casualties?

Did they reduce Luo Tian Zhun Di's hundred billion divine soldiers to tens of millions?

No.

There is absolutely no such possibility.

In the preceding centuries of extremely perilous war, Luo Tian Zhun Di's forces repeatedly reinforced the main battle direction, because deaths on the front were too fast and too fierce!

Without outside interference, Luo Tian Zhun Di could have long since slaughtered the myriad myriad Wan Fa Immortal Slain divine soldiers without much effort.

Now, the last resistance of the myriad myriad Wan Fa Immortal Slain divine soldiers has already dissipated.

The Wan Fa Imperial Realm cultivators who once roamed the boundless starry sky, their imperial realm zombie puppets after death, the last Wan Fa Xian Slain divine soldier has thus died completely.

At the final moment, this Wan Fa Imperial Realm prince glanced one last time at Wan Fa Gu Huang.

Is he missing his father?

Afterwards, the Demon Emperor was beheaded by Emperor Luo Tian.