Chapter 2354: The Final Days of the Ancient Emperor of Myriad Laws

The Ancient Emperor of Myriad Laws has vanished.

He is gone.

He fled!

He fled!

He actually dared to flee, flee!!!

"No!!"

The remaining two billion human sword cultivators felt a suffocating tightness in their chests, nearly spitting out a mouthful of hot blood.

"Wretched scoundrel!"

"Unfilial wretch! You falsely claim the title of Ancient Emperor! Myriad Laws, you falsely claim to be the ruler of the world!"

The Sunlight Sword Emperor roared angrily: "What are you afraid of?"

"Ah?"

"You damn fool, do you think fleeing will save your life? Why not die gloriously here with us?!"

"Beast!"

"Beast, ah!"

No one could understand the frustration in his heart.

In the previous moment, he sensed his own death was imminent, his body and spirit about to be annihilated. As one of the primary sword cultivators bearing the Ancient Emperor's final strike, his chance of death was extremely high.

But!

At this very moment, he saw the inevitable path to the perfection of the immortal body, even catching a glimpse of a thread leading to the ultimate perfection of the immortal body, comparable to the ultimate immortal body paths of certain emperors!

That dream, illusory yet near, seemed within reach.

In an instant, it vanished again.

This feeling drove people to madness with hatred!

"Coward!"

"Myriad Laws, Myriad Laws, you are a petty man! A petty man!"

The Seven Slaughter Sword Emperor, the Great Sun Yang Savage Sword Emperor, and the remaining two billion sword cultivators each cursed loudly, focusing their attacks on the lower paths, from thirty-eight generations of ancestors down to three-year-old children.

They all went mad, losing all the grace of sword cultivators, completely breaking down, unable to comprehend the Ancient Emperor's such behavior.

Is it not just death? What are you afraid of?

Besides, your lifespan is nearly at its end—what are you afraid of?

You are a pure, selfish scoundrel who harms others without benefiting yourself!

Tai Shang Da Ri Tian Shu.

The Tai Shang Da Ri Gu Huang silently watched this scene unfold on the battlefield, offering no obstruction to the Myriad Laws Ancient Emperor's escape.

Fleeing is an important part of the sacred sword duel for sword cultivators.

To obstruct would violate his principles.

In fact, the Myriad Laws Ancient Emperor did not truly flee—he did not escape toward the cosmic frontier, the dark forbidden zone where the emperors might exist, seeking aid from the emperors, searching for a one-in-a-billion chance of survival.

This is a dead end.

This is food delivered to the door; the hungry, slumbering emperors will not let such a delivered dessert pass.

Moreover, although the Tai Shang Da Ri Gu Huang looks down on attacking such a defeated weakling, he would not indulge this act of aiding the enemy. It is likely the Myriad Laws Ancient Emperor will be struck down by a sword light from nowhere before he even truly approaches the dark emperors.

The Myriad Laws Ancient Emperor's body was shattered, his face deathly pale, blood flowing from his wounds, scars crisscrossing, even the Myriad Laws Divine Furnace, a major imperial artifact, was shattered, leaving only the lid and a ring of remaining furnace wall.

He seemed to have a clear target, silently flying through the cosmic starry sky, flying on.

—

Decades later, this target gradually became apparent.

"Oh?"

Jiang Ding's eyes twitched slightly.

The Myriad Laws Ancient Emperor's target was scarcely concealed—it was clearly a great thousand-world within the Bei Dou Xing Yu.

This great thousand-world had nothing particularly special in terms of resources or nature.

The only special aspect was also just one point.

—Here, the ancestral tablets of the Myriad Laws imperial clan existed, the place of ancestral worship, gathering the most descendants of the Myriad Laws imperial clan.

Everything became clear.

"Alas."

"Fellow Daoist, you are actually so attached to your kin?"

Jiang Ding let out a soft sigh.

His words carried pity, the feeling of a rabbit's death bringing sorrow to the fox.

He could not help but empathize.

If one day the Tai Shang Da Ri Gu Huang were defeated and killed, would he likewise die facing the direction of his mother and homeland?

Jiang Ding slightly closed his eyes.

Bei Dou Xing Yu, Tong Guang Qian Shi Jie.

The Myriad Laws Ancient Emperor arrived here, but did not immediately enter; instead, he first adjusted his attire and cap.

His immortal body was shattered, scars crisscrossing, only his skull and a few remnants of flesh remained, appearing ferocious and terrifying, possibly frightening the children in the household.

The Myriad Laws Ancient Emperor absorbed some heavenly and earthly qi on the spot, causing the flesh on his body to begin growing, scars disappearing, and he donned a white robe covering his body.

Soon, a youth with a weathered visage appeared, just as before.

In his hand he held a shattered brazier, only the lid and a ring of furnace wall remaining.

One step into the Tongguang Dathousand World, arriving at the ancestral hall of the Weizi family of the Wanfa Imperial House.

"Ancestors!"

"Paying respects to the ancestors——"

One after another, the powerful ones of the Weizi family wept and knelt in worship, numbering over a hundred, all of them Supremes, the strongest being an Eight Tribulation Supreme.

Tears fell like jade beads to the ground, shattering.

These Supremes were all ancient monsters who had lived for at least hundreds of thousands of years, yet at this moment they wept like three-year-old children, for they sensed the impending departure of a warm presence, an ancestor like a father, who would be gone forever, never to return, and from now on they would never see him again.

From now on, the Weizi family would no longer have the radiant protection of the imperial lineage.

"Children, do not weep."

"I was already dead; this time it is merely a complete death, having lived so many years already, it was worth it—do not grieve."

The Wanfa Ancient Emperor spoke warmly to comfort them.

His gaze swept across and he noticed a few figures missing—a quasi-emperor of the family and several Eight Tribulation Supremes.

"Where are they?"

The Wanfa Ancient Emperor fell silent for a moment, then asked.

These few family powerhouses, upon his revival, had immediately disregarded everything and transmitted the current starry sky situation via bloodline connection.

The surroundings fell into silence.

"Ancestors——"

"They were executed by the Tushan Maiden Corps——"

A white-haired elder kowtowed, forcibly suppressing his grief as he spoke.

"Alas!"

"They were all good children——"

"Good children indeed——"

The Wanfa Ancient Emperor let out a soft sigh, saying: "You too should not resent anything; beneath the starry sky, the weak are prey to the strong, and the Supreme Ultimate Sun has already shown great magnanimity and benevolence."

"As the defeated, we ought to fulfill the duty of the defeated."

"Do not harbor thoughts that ought not to be, fail to see the situation clearly, and act against heaven—this is not what a strong clan does."

"For the strong, the foremost priority is to first learn to accept reality."

"Yes, ancestor!"

The powerful ones of the Weizi family around nodded heavily.

The Wanfa Ancient Emperor spoke no further.

He stepped forward toward the ancestral hall, gazing at those blackened spirit tablets one by one.

From the lowest, where the recently deceased quasi-emperor Weizi Yu lay, gradually upward.

He saw the last Wanfa Emperor, Weizi Cheng, who was also the founding monarch of the Qianfa Dynasty, having continued part of the rule of the Immortal Dynasty; above him were generations of Wanfa Emperors, whose rule lasted tens of millions of years, generation after generation being fine sons of the Weizi family.

At the top were his own children.

Wanfa True Immortal Maiden, the Emperor Realm cultivator Weizi Yong, the Emperor Realm cultivator Weizi Yi, the Emperor Realm cultivator Weizi Gang.

On the two foremost spirit tablets were inscribed: Weizi Chongyi, Li Xiu Lian.

These two were of extremely lowly birth, had achieved nothing significant in their lives, and were mediocre in talent and ability.

These two people had nothing extraordinary about them.

"Father, Mother."

"Little Seven has returned."

The Wanfa Ancient Emperor spoke softly.

He took from the ancestral hall a spirit tablet not yet completed, and inscribed upon it a few characters:

Weizi Qi.

Then he placed this tablet between those of Weizi Chongyi and Li Xiu Lian.

Behind him, countless powerful ones of the Weizi family wept uncontrollably, tears falling like rain.