Chapter 1547: The Immortal Emperor of Longevity Wounded, the Ultimate Battle, Jiang Miss's Decision

The fluctuation of that collision was indescribable.

The Milky Way hung inverted, sun and moon reversed, stars fell, heaven and earth shattered, the Return to Emptiness sank and declined.

In the end, the blinding light almost drowned everything.

Terrifying energy masses eroded each other, colliding.

The void silently annihilated, chaotic qi was expelled, everything seemed to return to the primordial.

And just within this indescribable ultimate collision.

A muffled groan suddenly sounded!

Billions upon billions of beings, at this moment, their breaths were about to stop.

"Retreat, the Immortal Emperor of Longevity has retreated!"

A shocked voice rang out, everyone drew in a cold breath.

But seen, that towering figure, standing like a myth of myriad ages, the Immortal Emperor of Longevity.

Was actually retreating step by step, a muffled groan emanating, he was wounded.

His towering divine form had a few drops of blood falling.

The Immortal Emperor of Longevity, famed as an invincible myth, finally was wounded.

And in the next moment.

Everyone's tense gaze turned to look toward Jun Xiaoyao's side.

The Emperor of Wuji, holding the Bell of Wuji.

His qi shook the universe, unmoving and unshaken, his cold eyes like lightning, surveying the heavens!

"Emperor!"

Countless beings of the immortal realms cheered and leapt with joy, joyful to the point of tears about to fall.

Even more cultivators, Jiang Miss with overwhelming fervor, blood boiling with passion!

No one could make the Emperor of Wuji fall, he was an invincible existence through the ages!

However...

In the state of extreme joy, no one noticed.

The Emperor of Wuji, originally gray-white hair, became increasingly pale.

His complexion also showed a hint of vicissitude.

And on Jun Xiaoyao's side.

Surprisingly, although Jun Xiaoyao also suffered the impact.

But the impact he bore was not too great.

The reason is simple.

Before him stood a graceful and elegant figure.

It was the Dream Emperor!

Jun Xiaoyao saw blood, from the Dream Emperor's slender fingertips, drop by drop falling.

"Dream Emperor senior..."

Jun Xiaoyao's eyes couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Actually, in his expectation.

If it were a divine spirit incarnation, fully bearing this great move of the Immortal Emperor of Longevity.

Not to say completely shattered, but there wouldn't be much energy left either.

But now, the Dream Emperor bore a large amount of the impact for him, so the energy of the divine spirit incarnation remained well preserved.

"No need to say anything, this is my own will."

The Dream Emperor, without turning back, merely said lightly.

"But, Dream Emperor senior, your wound..." Jun Xiaoyao wanted to speak but stopped.

"It's nothing." The Dream Emperor spoke lightly, completely indifferent to his own injury.

As if this body was not his own at all.

And beside him, Wu Hu also received some slight protection.

But his condition was not good either, at this moment blood flowed freely.

Even the Wasteland Emperor's incarnation could not completely block the vast power of the Mythic Emperor.

At this moment, heaven and earth fell silent.

Even the Holy Spirit Ancestor and others temporarily halted their offensive.

They knew.

Actually, the true victory that could decide the situation lay between the Immortal Emperor of Longevity and the Emperor of Wuji, Jun Xiaoyao and others.

"This emperor actually suffered injury?"

The Immortal Emperor of Longevity raised his own blood-soaked palm.

That palm, slender and flawless, would absolutely make women jealous.

But now, it was stained with glaring blood, each drop's aura collapsing the void.

How many eons have passed?

The Immortal Emperor of Longevity could not even calculate, how long it had been since he last suffered injury.

But now, after many eons, he actually suffered injury.

This practically made him harbor a hint of doubt.

"Is it just to make him injured?"

Seeing the state of the Immortal Emperor of Longevity, even Jun Xiaoyao couldn't help but reveal a hint of seriousness in his eyes.

Could it be that he needs to use that move?

Jun Xiaoyao thought to himself.

He vaguely felt that something was still off.

According to reason, the Immortal Emperor of Longevity is already an absolute behind-the-scenes boss-level figure, a mythic emperor.

But if it's just like this, then many things cannot be explained.

Why the Immortal Emperor of Longevity targets the Holy Body lineage is also unclear.

So, before fully understanding everything, Jun Xiaoyao actually doesn't want to reveal all his trump cards.

"Hah... hahaha..."

The Immortal Emperor of Longevity actually let out a sound of laughter.

This is extremely rare.

With his emotionless and indifferent state of mind, laughing is a very uncommon occurrence.

"You all have let me feel, after a long absence, that faint pain."

"This... seems to let this emperor once again have a trace of the feeling of being human from the beginning..."

The Immortal Emperor of Longevity actually raised his hand and licked the fresh blood on his palm.

"When this emperor was still human, I also suffered injuries and know that kind of piercing, bone-deep pain."

"But..."

The emotion in the Immortal Emperor of Longevity's eyes became extremely cold.

"When I achieved myth and became a true god, I understood."

"Lowly ants feel pain; only true immortals can ascend the path of transcendence."

"You have let this emperor feel this feeling again, so I shall bestow upon you death!"

As the words of the Immortal Emperor of Longevity fell, his aura burst forth, and the misty long river flowed.

The endless world shattered around him, and unparalleled mythic power began to burst forth.

Everyone felt a chill in their hearts, knowing that the Immortal Emperor of Longevity was truly angry.

The male lion is already terrifying enough.

And an injured, enraged male lion is even more terrifying!

"Brother Xiaoyao..."

On this side of the Immortal Realm Jun Emperor Court, Jiang Luoli's heart was trembling, her face deathly pale like paper.

She also sensed that Jun Xiaoyao had fallen into an extremely dangerous situation.

"Holy Yi sister, Brother Xiaoyao..."

Jiang Luoli turned her head, but did not see Jiang Shengyi's figure.

Jiang Shengyi had already disappeared!

Her heart gave a sudden jolt.

In the Nine Heavens...

Jun Xiaoyao's face sank and became solemn.

If that's the case, then he can only unleash his trump card move.

And just then, a clear shout suddenly rang out.

"Xiaoyao!"

Jun Xiaoyao, his expression shaken, turned his head to look.

Jiang Shengyi, her hair like snowy snow, her robes fluttering, crossed the void and came.

Know that their current battlefield is basically a place of extinction of all living things.

Even great emperors dare not lightly set foot there.

And Jiang Shengyi, however, had already left the Jun Emperor Court and crossed over.

"Holy Yi sister, what are you doing here!"

Jun Xiaoyao, as if thinking of something, sternly raised his cold brows and shouted.

He has always been gentle in his words toward Jiang Shengyi.

But now, he is rarely scolding.

"Xiaoyao, I know what I am doing!"

Jiang Shengyi smiled, she began to circulate her own aura.

"Hmm?"

The Emperor of No End also turned his gaze over, and then his pupils contracted.

A scene similar to He Ceng.

That life, that time, that day!

It is also the same scene!

When the deceased him opened his eyes at that moment.

His beloved woman, Xi Wangmu, had instead forever closed her eyes.

Not failing the heavens but failing the beloved!

An emotion that cannot be expressed in words welled up from the bottom of the Emperor of No End's heart.

At this moment, even his ice coffin behind him was faintly trembling.

That is the body of his beloved, Xi Wangmu.

He is a fallen coffin-bearer.

"In the world there is reincarnation, without beginning nor end..."

The Endless Emperor's eyes were dazed.

Could it be that in this world, there truly exists such a similar reincarnation?

"No, Shengyi!"

From the Immortal Realm, someone shouted loudly.

It was Jiang Shengyi's master, Yu Qingning.

The Holy Master of Yaochi was also present, her expression likewise vacant.

Could it be that the sorrowful fate truly cannot be escaped?

Previously it was Xi Wangmu, now it is Jiang Shengyi.

The same role, yet performed by a different person.

"Shengyi sister, do you know what you are doing?" Jun Xiaoyao's gaze fixed upon Jiang Shengyi.

Jiang Shengyi merely smiled.

She did not care whether this was fate.

She only wished her beloved man would be safe and sound in this life.