Chapter 425: One of the Seven Future Supreme Ones—One of Them Was the Past Supreme

With this analysis, the First Immortal Sovereign of Jiuzhou and the Heavenly Evil Sword Immortal felt a chill run down their spines.

Alas, even those who had endured such a brutal battle and vowed to die a hundred deaths without regret had changed—how many others had turned their hearts back then?

He couldn’t help but recall the words on that earlier Supreme Heavenly Stele.

To die or become Heaven—fated… somehow long foreordained, yet ultimately all in vain.

They were gripped by confusion, a heavy oppression settling in their hearts, as if the darkest terror had surged upon them.

It wasn’t that no one accepted the Supreme’s philosophy—they themselves had long regarded themselves as a higher form of life, for the deeper one cultivates, the more their physique and bloodline transcend, even within the same race, the differences become vast.

So such a notion—that they are a higher tier of life—is not without precedent.

In fact, since ancient times, countless beings have held this belief—and all of them were undoubtedly titans, their power far from insignificant.

Even they thought this way.

Then what of the Supremes who have endured eternally beyond time?

Once they witness too many worldly turbulences, once their hearts shift in this direction, disaster will surely follow.

“Heaven…”

The Heavenly Evil Sword Immortal’s gaze gleamed with a profound, enigmatic light.

Could the Supremes’ path toward “Heaven” be precisely this—gazing down upon time, witnessing dynasties rise and fall, the ebb and flow of mortal dust, until their hearts changed, wondering why they should sacrifice for these Louyi beings?

They came to believe they were no longer of the same kind as mortal life, having transcended time and thus also transcended the very nature of living beings, becoming a superior, transcendent species—like Heaven itself, omnipotent, controlling all.

Why, if they could control everything, should they sacrifice for this world? It should be this world that sacrifices for them, that serves them.

The issue is clear: those who become Heaven are true titans.

And once one becomes “Heaven,” it is an calamity, an extinction for all life.

Think of those seven future Supremes—one holds a flask containing heaven and earth, where living beings are like lambs, trapped within, unable to escape the Heaven’s dominion, kept as livestock.

The First Immortal Sovereign of Jiuzhou and the others knew well: this could not be stopped. Perhaps one day, when they themselves became Supremes, they too might change their hearts while gazing upon the passage of time.

Impossible to suppress. Impossible to alter.

When that day comes, unimaginable chaos, a great terror, will bury all things.

Of course, it will likely have nothing to do with them.

They knew their own worth well—the chance of becoming a Supreme was extremely low. True, their talents were exceptional, but not unprecedented in history.

Of course, it wasn’t impossible.

But for now, they were still weak—having not even reached Immortality. If they couldn’t even reach Immortality, why waste thought on whether great figures might become Heaven?

Besides, when a Supreme turns into Heaven, who knows when that will happen? It requires a process—how many eons must pass? They might die, their descendants might vanish entirely, and still wait in vain.

Indeed…

The next passage was written many eons later.

The words carved on this Heavenly Stele were not inscribed at the same time; compared to the earlier passage, this text was far newer, separated by countless eons.

“...I’m leaving. I no longer wish to sit here, watching tides rise and fall, the dead city gates, the corpses, the endless graves…”

How long has it been since I felt sorrow? I can’t remember—perhaps over ten eons. Now, gazing upon this graveyard, I find I can no longer summon grief.

Perhaps my blood has already grown cold…

Time and space have been severed, unreachable—but I know there is still a way to reach the other side…

What will be the end of this world… is it fated…? I want to go see.

But before I go, I decide to first cultivate the human taboo art: “The Supreme Forgetting Emotion.”

Profound coldness. Profound helplessness.

When your blood has grown cold, when all emotion has been worn away by gazing upon time and watching the world pass, can a person still feel even a trace of attachment to their own race? Can they still shed blood and life for it, die a hundred deaths without regret?

This is sorrow—immense sorrow. Helplessness—immense helplessness. The helplessness of the immortal.

The final message was brief—only three sentences. From the words alone, one could sense the tone had utterly changed: detached, ethereal, as if all feeling had vanished.

“...I succeeded. The Supreme Forgetting Emotion is complete. Nothing in this world can move my heart anymore.”

“I am going to the future to kill one Heaven. I hope my former kin will not stand in my way…”

Though phrased as a hope, the First Immortal Sovereign of Jiuzhou and the Heavenly Evil Sword Immortal felt no emotion—only indifference, as if to say: if you stand in my way, then crush you.

This further revealed utter heartlessness, a storm of blood and iron. They understood clearly: the being who once shed blood for the Primordial Realm, who died a hundred deaths without regret, was gone.

More Heaven than Heaven.

A Heaven that viewed all life as Louyi .

“Holy shit!!!”

When Xiang Hong translated to this point, he nearly screamed at the signature.

“It’s him! It’s really him! My god, it’s him!”

The First Immortal Sovereign of Jiuzhou and the Heavenly Evil Sword Immortal were stunned—what’s going on? Why has he gone mad?

Him?

Him?

Their hearts lurched—could Xiang Hong mean “Him”?

Was this Supreme Stele left by Him?

Not impossible—he journeyed to the future, witnessed the world’s end, stepped out of the game, and became the player.

As the First Immortal Sovereign of Jiuzhou and the Heavenly Evil Sword Immortal speculated wildly, Xiang Hong’s voice came again.

“Sword Immortal Elder, Immortal Sovereign Elder—this Supreme is… one of the seven future Supremes!”

He pointed to the final line:

“...The past is buried. From today, I shall be called Emperor Heaven.”

Emperor Heaven?

The First Immortal Sovereign of Jiuzhou and the Heavenly Evil Sword Immortal were puzzled—the seven future Supremes had never revealed their names. How could Xiang Hong, upon seeing the signature, declare this Stele-carving Supreme to be one of the seven?

At that moment,

Xiang Hong did not conceal it—he spoke plainly:

“When I saw the words ‘Emperor Heaven,’ I saw a figure—the one who carved this Stele. He was the carver. That figure is identical to one of the seven future Supremes—they are the same person!

Elders, do you remember? The seven future Supremes were blocked by the First Holy Spirit. They surrounded and slaughtered him. One Supreme never spoke—he used the other Supremes as bait, striking the First Holy Spirit from the side while they were engaged.”

As soon as he spoke,

The Heavenly Evil Sword Immortal and the First Immortal Sovereign of Jiuzhou turned pale. Memories of that day flashed in their minds.

“It’s him!!”

That day,

The seven future Supremes attacked the First Holy Spirit. As they surrounded him,

The one Supreme who had never spoken—radiating Supreme grandeur—suddenly accelerated, leaping across several eons in a single step. As the First Holy Spirit was sealing two Supremes, he struck from the flank.

He used those two Supremes as bait, seizing the moment to ambush.

Cold-blooded beyond measure.

To kill this suspected Him—the First Holy Spirit—this Supreme had abandoned all honor, all shame. Anything to kill the First Holy Spirit.

And the power this Supreme revealed was greater than the combined strength of the other six Supremes—far beyond them. The others had merely entered this realm; he stood atop it.

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(PS: Readers who don’t recall this scene may refer back to Chapter 327.)