Chapter 802

Vast blood energy surged to the heavens, the East Emperor's divine might boundless, his black hair disheveled over his body as he stood atop the Dao, utmost, looking down upon ancient and future, myriad beings.

He burned his own body, using the imprint of his existence as fuel, turning into a lamp of sacrifice and hope in the hearts of all beings... In the unseen, resonating with the ongoing grand game of collision, his might became infinite, immeasurable.

He was sublimating, he was transcending, he was stepping into a mysterious and unfathomable world!

The fleeting brilliance of a night-blooming cereus, Taiyi's spiritual will shining brightly, actually seemed about to step into Pangu's achievement!

Unfortunately.

This was merely a flash like a meteor.

The Demon Race was wiped out, the Heavenly Court was to be ended, willing to slay the villains but powerless to turn the tide…… He could only finally blossom, becoming the Demon Race's swan song, an unforgettable lament through the ages.

His will went toward the ultimate ancient source, sitting cross-legged in Chaos, actually becoming indistinguishable from it.

Chaos is the great enemy of order, yet also its foundation.

By coincidence and yet not coincidence, the shaping of infinite possibilities achieved Honghuang.

Certainly, the eternal existence of Honghuang cannot be separated from the efforts of the gods and myriad beings…… but it was Chaos that gave this opportunity!

Its endless transformations, between illusion and reality fading, are the universe's creation, with the reopening of heaven and earth, myriad phenomena and all things changing, various possibilities playing out, finally awaiting Pangu, who reborn it in another form!

How is this not a kind of sacrifice?

The East Emperor burned the demon emperor's imprint of the post-witch-demon era, traced the ancient secret history, and chaotically manifested the ultimate mystery of Chaos.

The demons of this era are like a piece of Chaos, containing all human-kind and myriad beings, nurturing all civilizations, all possibilities.

He then turned into a spark, a spark of hope, evolving the dawn of order amidst the vast, sacrificial flames.

One day there will be.

There will be successors who pick up this spark, let it burn long, another kind of eternal life!

Chaos does not die.

It merely changed its way of survival.

Even if one is Pangu, do they not also agree with this reasoning?

The Great Derivation fifty, its use forty-nine, there is a sliver of life!

This sliver of life is the variable, the remnant of ancient Chaos, a challenge to order, a transformation of individual fate, the original intention of sacrifice and dedication!

"Heaven and earth."

"The Way of humanity."

"After countless ages, beings unwilling to accept order and fate..."

A faint sigh echoed in the most hidden corner of the ages.

"I bless you."

"If one day, unwilling to endure oppression, then…… everyone like demons, remaking the heavens!"

From this moment on, demons…… were given a new meaning.

It is the symbol of "defying the classics and rebelling against the Way," the representative challenging the ancient order, the vanguard of opposing rules!

Every human-kind and myriad being will have a heart such as this "demon"!

Who can represent all eras?

Who can represent all beings?

No one!

Demons, are pursuers of freedom!

Others' "for your own good," demons do not accept!

——It must personally go, to struggle, to challenge, to overturn, to open up!

The heart of freedom, never speaks defeat!

A point of the East Emperor's will, burning with a smile in Chaos, eternally silent, turned into a great force, surging toward countless ages to come.

He passed away.

But, within the Honghuang heaven and earth, there will forever be his trace.

Meanwhile, Taiyi, alone facing the great army of humans and witches, gained an air of enduring vicissitude.

He was transcendent and extraordinary, like an immortal monument standing here, causing the human king to tremble, making the ancestral witches fearful, for a time they dared not lead the charge.

But Taiyi will not halt his advance.

His life had reached its end, precisely the time to pull a few companions for burial, so that the road to Gui Xu would not be lonely.

However, the burial companions are particular; he is very discerning.

The East Emperor's gaze was clear; at this moment he was extraordinarily wise, as if he had grown too much in an instant, no longer the little brother who merely followed his elder brother's orders.

He ascended to the peak, close to Pangu, standing so high that naturally he could see far.

Many secrets, at this moment were revealed to him, no longer secrets.

"So that's how it is."

He looked back to the era of the origin, feeling the eternal sacrificial flame burning in his heart, realizing what it resonated with, he understood clearly.

"It seems I am not alone......"

"The era of witches and demons...... it's time to fall."

"For the sake of our fellow practitioners, I'll lend you a hand, exerting my last bit of strength."

Taiyi spoke softly, then his gaze focused, falling upon some ancestral witches and human kings.

The next moment, he vanished from the spot, advancing!

"Boom!"

Myriad Heavens collapsed, myriad ages crumbled!

A supreme powerhouse slaughtered across the origin—what a magnificent scene!

The ages have been cut off, ancient history repeats, everything is illusory and vague, lacking any order!

Waging war across the Myriad Heavens and myriad worlds, exterminated across eternity and all realms, the few ancestral witches regarded as targets were horrified.

Attack together! Block him!

Buy enough time, and he will naturally collapse!

A frantic, disorganized counterattack: Taiyi giants lead the resistance, peak powerhouses respond from the flanks, ordinary Golden Immortals on the periphery output... Their auras intertwine, becoming one, taking cosmic light as the core, using the four seasons to rotate, forming an infinite array that seals and binds.

Spring God Jumang.

Summer God Zhurong.

Autumn God Rushou.

Winter God Xuanming.

Among the four women, the supreme mighty divine adept, in the form of the ancestral witches, evolved the eternal four seasons.

The faithful wind howled, sweeping across the Myriad Heavens, transforming the mortal realm.

Seas turn to mulberry fields, ages flow, spring summer autumn winter, though they show no slaughter, they are the gentlest yet most ruthless blade.

Especially, time manifests again!

The Candle Dragon Great Sage roared at the ages, he turned into a long river, merging with the river of time, even nearly replacing it!

Four Seasons Flowing Years Array!

This is the confidence and trump card of the human and Wu clans in their final slaughter of the demon race's remnants.

Even if it is inferior to the Great Array of Heavenly Gods' Slaughter, the Great Array of the Heavenly Stars, and the human race's Nine Provinces Barrier... the East Emperor still cannot be called invincible, right?

However.

What they did not expect was that the East Emperor would be so resolute, annihilating himself entirely, and... the human way truly went head-to-head with the August Emperor's brains!

The two spokesmen of Pangu debated the Dao across eternity and the Myriad Heavens, their influence piercing the heavens!

At this moment, the East Emperor is alone, facing thousands of troops by himself, playing a lament for himself.

But he is not alone!

Because, companions walk with him in the annals of history, continuing his will!

Before such a Taiyi, the hand revealed by the human-Wu allied forces is somehow insufficient.

"Yandi has passed, Huangdi is absent..." The East Emperor, shrouded in boundless Chaos, his expression indifferent, his demeanor transcendent, "Houtu was fished away by Xihuang, Gonggong again suppressed by Hongjun, relying only on you lot? Not enough!"

The human race and the Wu clan are indeed opponents I fear... but only when they are all present.

Without them... what are you?

I say we bring a few burial companions along the way—that means taking a few... who can stop me?!

Taiyi is very carefree.

When he lets go of life and death, lets go of the self, he becomes the most composed and invincible!

With these forces at hand, how could they possibly stop his massacre in all directions?

If Houtu were still here and Gonggong blocked the way, he would still have a bit of solemnity.

Now?

Forget it.

Chaos surges, time cannot block, the four seasons cannot stop, a single collision of Taiyi's true form shatters the entire vast and boundless array!

Rampant and unchecked, looking down upon eternity, his Dao is magnificent, overwhelming heaven and earth, making the East Emperor infinitely lofty and sacred.

Doumu.

Taiyi arrived before the Shebi Shi Ancestral Wu.

This weather ancestral witch is indeed the Lord of All Stars of the Dragon-Phoenix era, master of the starry heavens, the supremely noble Doumu Yuanjun, a rare female standard-bearer among divinities.

But before Taiyi at this moment, it amounts to nothing.

Fellow Daoist, please proceed.

The East Emperor lightly offered his respects, the etiquette complete, but his subsequent demeanor was not kind.

What seemed a plain, ordinary punch sent forth made Doumu Yuanjun's hair stand on end, her heart and gall turning cold.

That Chaos iron fist collapsed the endless starry heavens she had manifested, as if it were the supreme Dao that turns the heavens and earth, the profound and yellow, driving the infinite cosmos, stirring the vast Chaos, spreading the river of time, bearing witness to great events, reversing ancient history, returning to the moment of creation, then heading toward infinite future, imprinting the deepest seal, fundamentally fixing the sole outcome!

That is... the finale of Doumu's fall!

Cannot escape.

Nowhere to flee.

A great achiever of the Starry Dao, before the East Emperor who burns all to ashes, is so frail and unable to withstand a single blow.

Doumu Yuanjun exhausted all her divine abilities, straining to block, yet was inevitably shattered, all barriers broken, a fist imprinting on her forehead.

Afterward, Taiyi withdrew silently, as relaxed and casual as when he arrived.

Left behind, the stunned Doumu Yuanjun stood motionless, as if she had lost her soul.

Alas...

Moments later, the goddess let out a faint sigh.

She collapsed on the road...

In this age, for whom does all this hard work serve?

As her words fell, a gentle breeze swept by, her form like a sandcastle before the wave, crumbling and withering away!

Only a thread of innate spiritual light remained, dimly sinking into the universe of the Myriad Heavens' ages, the sands of the river of time, fading away every trace.

Taiyi!

Doumu's demise shocked too many divinities.

The ancestral witch roared in anger, the great wave of time surged forward, sweeping in—"Don't run!"

"Who ran away?"

The Eastern Emperor is everywhere, nowhere absent, having traversed every corner of the Myriad Heavens and Myriad Worlds, and moreover transcendentally escaped the framework of ages.

"I just don't want to waste my strength..."

"It doesn't mean I can't break your spell formation."

When Taiyi again condensed his form, he stood before the Four Seasons Flowing Years Grand Formation, almost face to face with the Candle Dragon Great Sage.

"However, since you want to suffer a loss and learn a lesson… I am not unable to grant you that."

His sleeve swept over, the Chaos Gang Wind exploded, the aura of the Demonic Dao shone splendidly through myriad ages, illuminating all; countless threads of time thus reenacted, again evolving the creation, soaring forth brilliant radiance, reflecting the profundity of the Human Dao.

The Eastern Emperor took the Dao as his brush, the void as his paper, and with a few strokes traced a simple diagram.

That seemed to be the Chaos Bell, yet also bearing a wholly different true intent, possessing a unique elegance of its own.

"Dang!"

In the lingering toll of the bell, this bell went from illusory to real, from concept to substance, resplendent and glorious, echoing through myriad ages.

Creating things from the void is nothing surprising.

But what the Eastern Emperor now forges is his vessel for bearing the Dao, the splendid crystallization of his life's journey!

Just as the Heaven-Opening Axe compares to the August Emperor, the Chaos Azure Lotus compares to Nüwa!

Taiyi likewise condensed a bell, which may be called—

Eastern Emperor Bell!

The Eastern Emperor Bell rang, and the world changed.

It contains the ultimate truth of the Eastern Emperor's lifelong cultivation, recording the pinnacle of splendid form… without doubt, it is this very moment!

Taiyi evolved Chaos, comprehended the Human Dao, ultimately his soul merged with the dark profound, attained the Supreme Dao, sealed the true intent of Chaos within the Human Dao, ignited the fire of sacrifice, illuminating myriad ages.

This is a great power.

The Eastern Emperor Bell bears this Dao fruit, masters the ultimate of Chaos, and holds the secret to creating and destroying worlds.

When it was struck forth, all the gods felt an ultimate destructive force, shattering the Four Seasons Flowing Years spell formation and exposing their weak core.

And as the price, the Eastern Emperor's form became excessively faint after this blow, nearly disappearing.

"Though I may fall, I cannot be insulted."

Taiyi spoke calmly, stepped forward, and ravaged slaughterously.

With a single finger point, he pierced the constancy of the universe, making the Dao not Dao, the law not law.

The Taiyuan Goddess was the first to bear the brunt, suffering a great calamity.

"Pfft!"

A sorrowful blossom of blood burst forth, and here there was no more Taiyuan!

Another mighty adept fell dead!

"Taiyi!"

The Candle Dragon roared, struck down with all its might, the wheel of cosmic light turned, wearing away all things.

But when they set up the formation to await, the Eastern Emperor didn't care; how much less now?

"Dang!"

The Eastern Emperor Bell took his place in battle, went forth to meet it, and in the collision shattered myriad ancient realms; rise and fall occurred in an instant.

"Candle Dragon, you're still lacking."

Taiyi whispered, his sleeve swept over, and Zhurong the Ancestral Witch went flying sideways, falling into the dust, tossed about in disarray.

Fortunately, it seems Goumang's rescue was effective; this Ancestral Witch preserved her life, suffering hardly any superficial injury.

"And you lot."

Taiyi pressed down with a palm, and Xuanming was struck heavily.

She coughed up blood in great mouthfuls, collapsing within the ages.

Though not dead, for a long time thereafter she lost the strength to fight again.

The Eastern Emperor's divine might has come to this!

Against the Ancestral Witches, he launched heavy punches…… especially since the Ancestral Witches' guises hide a goddess behind them.

Such conduct makes him a goddess-slayer, ferocious without bounds.

Pitying fragrance and cherishing jade—none of that exists!

With no women in his heart, slaying enemies comes naturally divine!

Emotion is a great foe on the Demon Emperor's path.

After a rampage, the Ancestral Witches' group was utterly broken, either dead or wounded, lacking the strength to fight again.

However, Taiyi thereby reached the end of his life.

The group of Human Kings fortunately mingled into the ranks delivering the coup de grâce.

No way.

The Ancestral Witches' side was blown apart; only they could still hop about.

Chiyou and Yinglong, gritting their teeth, charged forward, yet achieved extraordinary merit.

Their cost was small, but their gains were not slight, wearing away the last trace of the Eastern Emperor's Dao… whereas compared to the Ancestral Witches' side being struck with heavy punches, they remained far more intact.

Of course, the tiger's might lingers even in death.

Even though the Eastern Emperor was on the verge of vanishing, he was not to be provoked lightly.

Chiyou was struck with a casual blow, sent into the ages, lost his true spirit, and it is unknown when he might return.

And Yinglong…

was held by Taiyi by the neck, his life in the Eastern Emperor's hand.

But Taiyi looked at her, and in the end did nothing, did not cut off her life.

(End of chapter)