Chapter 425: One of the Seven Future Supremes—One of Whom Was the Past Supreme

With this analysis, the First Immortal 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, who had sworn to die a hundred times 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 Stele.

To die or become Heaven—fated by destiny… perhaps all was arranged long ago, and in the end, all was futile.

They were filled with confusion, a heavy oppression pressing upon their hearts, as if the darkest terror had surged toward them.

It wasn't that no one agreed with the Supreme's thoughts; in fact, they had long regarded themselves as a higher form of life, for the deeper one cultivates, the more one's physique and bloodline transcend—even within the same race, the differences are vast.

So such a notion—that one is a higher form of life—is not without basis.

In fact, since ancient times, far too many have held this belief, and… these people were invariably masters, their power never low.

Even they thought this way.

Then what of those Supremes who have endured eternally, transcending time itself?

Once they have witnessed 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 it be that the Supremes' path toward "Heaven" unfolds precisely like this—gazing down upon time, witnessing dynasties rise and fall, the ebb and flow of mortal dust, their hearts changing, wondering why they should ever sacrifice or serve these ant-like beings?

They feel they are 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.

The question is clear: if one can control everything, why should one serve this world? Shouldn't it be this world that serves and sacrifices for them?

The problem is obvious: those who become Heaven are unquestionably true masters.

And once one becomes "Heaven," it is an calamity, an utter despair for all life.

Think of those seven future Supremes—one holds a flask, within which lies heaven and earth, living beings like lambs, trapped within, unable to escape the Heaven's dominion, bred and kept like livestock.

The First Immortal of Jiuzhou and the other two understood clearly: this situation cannot be stopped; perhaps one day, when they themselves become Supremes, they too may change their hearts while gazing down upon the passage of time.

It cannot be suppressed. It cannot be changed.

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

Of course, it will most 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 relatively weak—they hadn't 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 might 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 Stele were not inscribed at the same time; compared to the earlier passage, this one 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 dead, one grave after another…"

How long has it been since I felt sorrow? I can't remember—perhaps over ten eons. Now, gazing at this field of graves, 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 wish to go and see.

But before I leave, I have decided to first cultivate the forbidden human art: "The Supreme Forgetting Emotion Chapter."

Deep coldness, and a profound helplessness.

When your blood has grown cold, when all emotion has been worn away by gazing down 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 die without regret for it?

This is sorrow—a great sorrow, a great helplessness, the helplessness of the immortal.

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

"... I have succeeded. The Supreme Forgetting Emotion Chapter 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 of Jiuzhou and the Heavenly Evil Sword Immortal felt no emotion whatsoever—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 deeply: the one who once shed blood for the Primordial Realm, who had sworn to die ten thousand times without regret, was gone.

More Heaven than Heaven.

A Heaven who viewed all life as ants.

"Holy shit!!!"

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

"It's him! It's really him! My god, it's him!"

The First Immortal of Jiuzhou and the Heavenly Evil Sword Immortal were stunned—what's going on? Why has he suddenly lost his mind?

Him?

Him?

Their hearts lurched—could it be that the "him" Xiang Hong meant was *Him*?

Was this Supreme Stele left by *Him*?

It wasn't impossible—he had journeyed to the future, witnessed the world's end, and thus stepped out of the game to become the player.

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

"Sword Immortal Elder, Immortal Lord Elder—this Supreme is… one of the seven future Supremes!"

He pointed to the final line:

"... The past has been buried. From today onward, my name shall be Emperor Heaven."

Emperor Heaven?

The Jiuzhou Di Yi Xian Zun and Tianxie Jianxian did not understand how Gao Xiang Hong, upon seeing the signature, could conclude that the Supreme who carved the stele was one of the Seven Future Supremes—when the Seven Future Supremes had not revealed their names.

At this moment.

Gao Xiang Hong did not conceal it; he said directly:

"When I saw the characters 'Di Tian,' I saw a figure—this figure carved the Heavenly Stele. He was the carver. That figure is identical to one of the Seven Future Supremes—they are the same person!"

"Elder Masters, do you still remember? The Seven Future Supremes were blocked by the First Sacred Spirit. They surrounded and slew the First Sacred Spirit. Among them, one Supreme never spoke. While the others attacked the First Sacred Spirit, he used the other Supremes as bait and launched a surprise strike against the First Sacred Spirit."

As soon as he spoke.

The faces of the Tianxie Jianxian and the Jiuzhou Di Yi Xian Zun turned deathly pale; involuntarily, they recalled that very scene.

"It was him!!"

That day.

The Seven Future Supremes attacked the First Sacred Spirit; as they surrounded him to kill him,

suddenly, the one Supreme who had never spoken, radiating Supreme grandeur, accelerated instantly—stepping across several eons in a single stride. As the First Sacred Spirit sealed two of the Supremes, he struck from the side.

He used those two Supremes as bait to launch a surprise attack.

Utterly cold-blooded.

To kill this suspected First Sacred Spirit, this Supreme had abandoned all restraint—regardless of how treacherous or shameless, he would spare nothing to slay the First Sacred Spirit.

And the power this Supreme revealed was greater than the combined strength of the previous six Supremes—far exceeding them by a vast margin. The others had merely entered this tier; he stood at its apex.

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(PS: Readers who don't recall this scene can go back to Chapter 327)