Chapter 533: The Sword Shatters, Men Perish; Donghua

Using the life of a supreme being as a sacrifice, the Slaughter Witch Sword is already at its peak upon debut.

Even afterward, the Heavenly Emperor Jun will inevitably be despised in secret by the remaining ancient gods and sages, who call him — human‑head dog.

Furthermore, Empress Wa will surely go berserk, day and night pondering how to exterminate the Golden Crow family, draining the bloodline of the sun star, bringing disaster to her kin.

Besides the Heavenly Empress and Heavenly Consort, not even the Heavenly Emperor Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, or the ten Golden Crows can hope to escape!

Kill them!

Kill them all!

That's right.

Killing someone's brother, even if it's just a trumpet, is also a slap to the Feng family's face!

For Lady Nüwa, who aspires to become the head of the Feng family, this cannot be tolerated!

The Heavenly Emperor's move is overly dazzling.

Reputation carries risk, and so does life.

Nevertheless, when Emperor Donghua sent an invitation, using a glance to tell Di Jun to proceed as planned, the Heavenly Emperor still acted.

Opportunity must not be missed; once lost, it never returns.

If missed, where else could one find such a suitable target to hone the Slaughter Witch Sword?

Di Jun has never forgotten the promise he once made with Donghua.

There are two swords that sharpen each other and achieve each other.

One sword is the Slaughter Witch Sword: it is calamity, the distortion of the human heart, the loss of morality, the collapse of belief.

Another sword is the Law Sword wielded by Emperor Donghua: it is order, returning to the source, the moral bottom line, the restraint of human nature, and the vision of a better future.

They are each other's arch‑enemies!

Foes of destiny!

When the Slaughter Witch Sword reaches its peak, it can shatter all ideals and destroy all order — this is the Sword of No Dao. At that time, it will become a heavenly weapon in the Emperor's hand to slay heaven, his Absolute Kill move against Hongjun after defeating the Wu Clan.

But if the Law Sword shines through the ages, it will ultimately walk the path of binding all things — whether common folk or ancient gods and sages, all must obey the rules, even the Heavenly Dao cannot escape. Reaching this point is actually the most glorious and righteous way of man conquering heaven, man prevailing over heaven!

Heavenly Emperor Jun and Emperor Donghua, two great figures, have played a cosmic game of chess through the ages, setting a wager for the era; it all depends on whose sword ultimately prevails, bringing hope to the loser, and asking the Dao Ancestor to witness the sharpest blade.

Likewise.

Between them, they also don't mind temporary achievements over each other.

As for this process, whether the outsider Nüwa, unaware of the inner details, will be happy… no one cares.

Anyway.

Her Wu Clan will inevitably be cut down on all sides.

The Demon Race wants to slaughter the Wu.

Humans…… don't they want to?

The Slaughter Witch plot is not only schemed by the Demon Emperor; the human emperor also has some ideas!

For example, a certain Huangdi, a certain Black Emperor, and so on.

Demons want to slaughter the Wu, and humans also want to slaughter the Wu; the difference lies in the timing and background: one is a necessary step on the rush toward victory, eliminating rivals; the other is an important means after victory for the ethnic group to seek independence, letting a certain Grand Emperor rule in retirement.

In time, it appears that the demons slaughter the Wu first, then humans do.

However, are the background and timing important?

Not important!

For the top‑tier Great Luo magnates, and for administrators who can casually cut epochs and edit history, they never care when or where something happened — as long as it has occurred, that's enough.

Just like clocking in at work, requiring punctuality and forbidding lateness or early departure — is that a problem?

No!

First adjust your backend time to the needed point, clock in, then set it back — on the record, I have no issues at all!

Who can say I was late?

Who can say I left early?

It doesn't exist!

The same goes for the Slaughter Witch affair.

This plan, pushed by many great divine beings, is part of the vast dark curtain of this era, targeting Nüwa — after all, who let her be the strongest under Hongjun?

The Sovereign who wields the Slaughter Witch Sword can not only be the Demon Race's emperor, but also a member of the Human King's camp!

At the moment the Slaughter Witch Sword falls.

Is it the Demon Emperor swinging the slaughter blade at the Wu, or

or the Human King dealing a deadly blow to the Wu?

Before a final verdict is reached, no ancient god can know.

……

The sword light flashes, cold through ancient and modern times.

Heavenly Emperor Jun, in his capacity as the supreme Demon Emperor, applies to the Human Dao, hoping to become the bearer of the final strike, to purge traitors and solidify the Heavenly Court's rule.

The Human Dao agreed.

Then, the burning mountains and rivers, the surging primal source originating from Honghuang's Pangu, the ultimate power, becomes the supreme strike of heaven and earth, attached to the Slaughter Witch Sword, causing its edge to soar to the most glorious height since its birth.

Perhaps in the future, even the slaughter of the ancestral Wu may not be reproducible.

Unless one triumphs over the Wu and reaches the point of brandishing a sword against Hongjun.

Di Jun feels this hard‑won Imperial Sword; although he merely grips a Slaughter Witch Sword, it feels as if he holds the whole world.

It is too heavy, too powerful, making him feel suffocated and unable to wield it.

Fortunately, he once married into heaven, having the Heavenly Empress and Heavenly Consort assist him, representing this era's marriage and mating, able to draw on certain concepts of the Human Dao, providing help and easing the pressure.

In an instant, he drew upon the power of Xihe and Changxi; it wasn't strong, but it worked wonders, truly commanding the killing sword that reached the utmost peak, representing the conquest of the Human Dao!

At this moment, he was not fighting alone; the entirety of Honghuang stood behind him, aiding his battle.

Although, it was only a single strike.

But that fleeting insight was enough for him to savor for a long time, to remember for a lifetime; it was vital sustenance on Pangu's path.

Suppressing the lingering attachment and reluctance in his heart, Di Jun upheld his original intent with supreme will, his eyes clear, his voice shaking the Myriad Heavens: "Donghua, you are a hero; I hold you in deep respect."

"What then?"

"You have destabilized the Heavenly Court, led a rebellion, brought calamity upon the Demon Race; I shall take up my sword, cut your life, and sever this karmic bond!"

"Fair and just, do not resent me."

Having spoken those martial words, the Heavenly Emperor then swung his sword, representing justice.

Wherever the sword's edge reached, time and space were overturned, nothing escaped death—it was the ultimate great destruction!

Donghua Emperor watched, neither dodging nor fleeing—in fact, he could not flee; at this moment his brilliance was merely a dying flare.

He gave a faint grasp, the long sword in his hand, and upon it appeared a different kind of radiance—what was added? It was law, the crystallization of his achievements in transforming the era over these years.

Compared to the current Slaughter Witch Sword's fierce edge, it had unknowingly become inferior, flung several lengths away, beyond comparison.

Perhaps, this subtly revealed a great sorrow… people no longer follow rules, judge outcomes by intent, trample the sanctity of law—like a child killing his father, violent and brutal!

However…

"The path I chose, I do not regret."

At the last moment of his life, Donghua laughed.

Even though the whole world was his enemy, he still laughed brightly, laughed freely.

In the most open-minded state, he vibrated his long sword, turning it into a beam of light that shot straight up!

Just like a warrior covered in wounds, he ignited himself and launched the final assault of his life against the evil dragon!

He might die.

But such a spirit is destined to endure through the ages!

New warriors will, in resonance with this spirit, be elevated, inherit his cause, walk the remaining path for him, and slay that evil dragon!

——Well, the map cannon fired a bit off the rails.

The evil dragon is merely a metaphor, not saying we truly want to slay dragons, to have a life-or-death feud with the dragon clan.

In the most brilliant radiance, the two swords collided.

"Hum!"

In the sword's hum that echoed through the ages, countless strands of sword light tore apart the Myriad Heavens of eternity!

In an instant, that place returned to the origin, heaven and earth overturned, everything smashed to ruin, the stars of the Myriad Heavens reduced to dust, the vast mountains and rivers collapsed.

The aftermath endless, all things slaughtered!

Too terrifying.

That scene made even the innate divinities and the Grand Change Supreme Emperors turn pale.

The Heavenly Dao fled, the host of gods took to their heels.

Even so, everyone fled… no, they retreated swiftly enough, yet many still suffered blows that could be called devastating.

Hundreds of divinities couldn't even utter a sound before the aftermath's ripples tore their flesh, shattered their souls, leaving only a strand of innate spiritual light, not a scrap remaining.

These are the "fallen".

The dead are already this many; the wounded need not even be mentioned.

Thousands of ancient gods and great sages, missing arms, missing legs—none intact, breathless, a pitiable sight.

The worthless Grand Change beings died in droves, the mighty adept ones left half-crippled.

If it were not for the presence of the Human Dao at this moment, death would not be real, and they could be rescued.

The wounded also receive disability compensation, and their injuries will not linger long.

That loss was truly enormous.

Only those of the Taiyi Grand Change could, in this situation, remain carefree and laugh at the world.

Oh, not entirely correct.

There are still some unlucky individuals.

For example, the Dragon Ancestor, the Dragon Ancestor, still the Dragon Ancestor!

Of course, whether he is truly "unlucky" or someone just dislikes him and strikes him even at death's door… that's hard to say.

Anyway, coughing up blood was the end of it; in this operation to slay Red Cloud and Donghua, he lost his capital, the lesson was painfully harsh!

However, the Dragon Ancestor, despite everything, could still survive.

Some gods, however, truly met their end, concluding their lives.

When the splendid light faded, when Honghuang was cleansed into a void realm rescued by the Human Dao, this battle… finally drew its curtain.

Heaven and earth fell silent.

Heavenly Emperor Di Jun and the Donghua Emperor stood opposite each other, gazing at one another, as if nothing had happened.

No.

But there is.

"Crack!"

A clear sound rang out, fine and dense, joining together into a sheet.

Donghua slowly lowered his head, only to see a crack appear in the middle of the long sword, gradually widening.

Seemingly slow but actually swift, in the end it spread across the entire blade.

When a gentle breeze brushed past, the long sword… shattered!

Countless fragments sliced through the void, drifting with the clear wind, scattering across heaven and earth.

Thus……

The sword is destroyed!

Donghua silently watched this scene, his expression calm, but for a moment his lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something.

But in the end, he said nothing, merely letting out a sigh.

As he exhaled that breath, it seemed to draw out all of his life.

Once a heroic and majestic Emperor Lord, his breath faded bit by bit, the light of his life and soul sinking into complete darkness.

His once bright, divine eyes lost all luster at this moment, becoming dull and lifeless.

He slowly raised his hand and touched his brow.

There, a sword mark lay—the most fatal wound.

The sword qi of the Slay Witch Sword lingered, piercing his foundation, annihilating the sea of consciousness and heaven and earth, wearing away all hope and dawn, sending him down the path to doom.

"Alas."

Donghua lowered his hand, his eyes carrying a hint of sorrow as he gazed over the eight wastes of the universe.

His eyes were lightless, yet seemed to condense thousands of words, wanting to confide, to warn, to educate, or perhaps to encourage……

Past events surfaced.

But the past ultimately turned to ash.

His past had been worn away, refined into nothingness.

Like duckweed with no attachments; also like a broken-line kite, lacking bonds.

In the vast, dusty world, drifting with the tide, upon suddenly looking back, he found that life's meaning seemed to have nothing worth speaking of.

"I……"

"I'm tired."

Donghua opened his mouth, barely managing to utter the last three words of his divine life.

He was tired.

So he went to rest.

And death was the best rest.

Perhaps he had long awaited this day…… for a very long time.

Donghua closed his eyes, the fire of his life extinguished.

When he was alive, the Emperor Lord was so overbearing and invincible, overwhelming the world.

After death, however, he was peaceful and quiet, causing little disturbance.

His death did not stir the rules of heaven and earth, bringing down any blood rain or calamity; his demise was not dramatic.

His unparalleled magical power dissipated, his corpse light as a feather, falling from the depths of the heavenly firmament to crash upon the lands of Honghuang.

An ordinary, unremarkable hill became his burial place.

That mountain was called Feather Mountain.

A once brilliant, peerless genius of the era thus met his end!

The gods gazed upon this scene, their eyes filled with awe and also mourning.

Although many gods bore grudges against him,

but aside from the matter of entrapping the Dragon Ancestor, at other times this Emperor Lord was still worthy of their respect.

The gods each held a measure in their hearts.

Who did what, and how they changed the era, they knew clearly in their hearts.

While Donghua was still alive, with opposing stances, that was naturally nothing.

But now that the person is dead, past grudges erased, standing from an objective stance to evaluate his life…… awe and mourning are also normal, reasonable and fitting.

But now that the person is dead, past grudges and old grievances have all vanished; standing from an objective standpoint to evaluate his life… reverence, mourning, are also normal, reasonable and justified.

Even the collective consciousness of humanity is no different.

When Donghua the Emperor Lord was alive, humanity went madly hostile, sparing no effort to kill him!

But when he truly died, humanity was left bewildered.

Vast thought power lingered at the Emperor Lord's tomb, wandering back and forth, gradually the world inexplicably gained threads of sorrow and melancholy, infecting people's hearts, making all beings grieve without cause.

Faintly, it seemed there was also a hint of regret.

As for this person, when alive he was noisy and quarrelsome—you provoke me, I bother you.

After he died, the disputes ceased; the other side could calm down to reflect, carefully reckon, and only then recall his virtues.

Unfortunately, the past cannot be reclaimed.

Humanity's will lingered and wandered for a long time, finally slowly receding.

But although the will receded, the funeral arrived.

Blood rain fell from the heavens, dyeing the lands and rivers red.

This was to see Donghua off!

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