Chapter 335: Totally Collapsed?

It is not restrained by power, but a higher‑level stagnation that involves the existence itself!

It seems as if the very spacetime it occupies has been gently pressed down by an invisible giant hand from a higher dimension…!

The half of its body that has already stepped into the portal is strangely frozen between the doorframe, unable to move forward or retreat!

What shatters its soul even more is that the portal, which was barely opened only after a king and a great power were sacrificed, now resembles a frozen ice sculpture: its light completely dimmed, all Unfortunate Runes halted their flow, utterly ineffective!

"No… no… this can't be… what kind of power is this?!!"

The Unfortunate Emperor's thoughts roar madly, yet not a single ripple can be transmitted.

Only at this moment does the man of Golden Lightning, who has been seated within the golden lightning all along as if indifferent to everything, finally seem to remember that there is this noisy fly.

He doesn't even shift his posture; he simply, casually, points a finger toward the frozen direction of the Unfortunate Emperor and flicks a light snap.

Whoosh.

A faint, golden‑thread‑like lightning flash silently shoots out from his fingertip.

That golden thread looks utterly unremarkable, lacking any world‑shattering might or universal scale, drifting lazily like wind‑blown willow catkins toward the Unfortunate Emperor.

Yet, under the eyes of every creature widened to the extreme, and under the Unfortunate Emperor's soul, filled with utmost terror and unwillingness—

That golden thread gently touches the Unfortunate Emperor's frozen skeletal body.

Then…

"Heh…"

Like a scorching branding iron landing on the most fragile thin ice.

No explosion, no deafening sound.

The Unfortunate Emperor's towering, ten‑thousand‑zhang white‑bone frame, exuding the terrifying aura of the Dao Ancestor Realm peak, begins at the point touched by the golden thread to melt and disintegrate silently and swiftly, like ice thrown into scorching sun!

It does not shatter into bone dust, but more completely… turns into void!

"Aaaahhh—!!"

"I am unwilling… I am the Emperor of Withered Bones… why… why did I meet you…"

The Unfortunate Emperor's final ripple of thought, filled with venomous resentment, fear and despair, flickers once like a dying candle in the wind, then completely… extinguishes.

Together with its skull crown, the pitch‑black chains coiling around it, and all traces of its existence, everything is utterly erased beneath that seemingly insignificant golden thread, as if it never appeared in this spacetime.

Silence.

A death‑like quiet blankets this starry sky that has just endured countless battles and long been in ruins.

All beings, whether the young Heavenly Pride, the Guardians, or even the well‑versed, sky‑piercing cultivator Huang Fu Bo, now stand as if petrified, staring blankly at the void where the Unfortunate Emperor vanished, their minds empty.

That… that was an Unfortunate Emperor!

The sovereign of the bizarre Ten‑Pulse Withered Bone line!

A terrifying great power at the peak of the Dao Ancestor Realm! A WorldShatteringExistence that surpasses Immortal!

A world‑ending existence capable of easily erasing them all!

Yet… even such an existence, before the mysterious man seated in the Golden Lightning, could not muster even a hint of proper resistance?

Even… fleeing became a luxury?

Just… a casual flick of a finger, erasing it like dust, causing its… Body and Spirit Annihilation?!

What an inconceivable, reality‑shattering Great Power this is?!

Had they not seen it with their own eyes, they would have thought they were dreaming a bizarre, absurd tale!

"Gugong…" Someone, struggling, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, the sound unusually clear in the Dead Silence.

Immediately, unparalleled excitement, frenzy, and reverence erupted in the eyes of all survivors like a volcanic eruption!

Their gazes toward the Golden Lightning are now filled with devotion and awe as if facing a supreme deity!

Ye Wuque's heart also swirls with emotion; although he had long estimated Senior Chu's strength, witnessing him so casually erase an Unfortunate Emperor still delivers an unparalleled shock.

At the same time, he also gleaned some crucial information from Senior Chu's words.

Dao Ancestor Realm peak!

This is the realm level where that Unfortunate Emperor resided.

Could it be… the realm above Immortal?

This undoubtedly lifts the veil on the higher realms beyond Immortal.

Dao Ancestor Realm is evidently one of the realms above Immortal King!

And Supreme is a level that completely surpasses the Dao Ancestor Realm, even more supreme!

While everyone remains immersed in the shock brought by that supreme Great Power, the ethereal image of Senior Chu at the center of the Golden Lightning says nothing to anyone; the dazzling golden lightning then slowly dims and contracts, finally vanishing silently into the Void as abruptly as it appeared, as if it never descended.

To other beings, it naturally appears that this mysterious supreme existence has drifted away, concealing its merits and fame.

Only Ye Wuque knows that Senior Chu's power has returned to the depths of his own Soul Space, sinking into silence once more.

With the Unfortunate Emperor's complete fall, and the successive destruction of the Five Great Unfortunate Powers and the Nine Unfortunate Kings, the Unfortunate Calamity that swept the entire spacetime battlefield finally comes to an end.

The eerie, oppressive aura lingering in the air begins to slowly dissipate; although the battlefield remains ruined, life and hope have begun to sprout anew.

The survivors of the calamity hold complex, unspeakable feelings.

There is mourning for fallen comrades, gratitude for survival, and endless curiosity and reverence for that mysterious Golden Lightning man, all gradually fading.

The five Guardians, limping with injuries, bow farewell to Huang Fu Bo, then each transforms into a streak of light, flying toward the edges of the spacetime battlefield where they once stood guard, continuing their mission to silently protect this gradually calming battlefield.

Huang Fu Bo stands alone in the Void, gazing toward the direction where the Golden Lightning vanished; his weathered eyes flicker with light, his expression complex, as if recalling, as if pondering, silent for a long while.

Yet, just as everyone thinks all dust has settled, preparing to heal, seek opportunities, or await departure—

An anomaly rises again!

"Boom—!!!"

The entire shattered spacetime battlefield suddenly, without warning, shakes violently!

This tremor does not stem from an attack's aftershock from any direction, but seems to be a systemic spasm originating from the deepest layers of this battlefield's spacetime structure!

"What's going on?!"

"More enemies?!"

The group, who had just relaxed, instantly tensed their nerves again, looking around with startled uncertainty.

The tremor didn't stop; instead it grew ever stronger!

It was like a dying giant making its final struggle!

"Boom— Boom— Boom—!!!"

Deafening booms rang from all directions, not explosions but the terrifying sound of Space itself cracking and collapsing!

Visible to the naked eye, massive black Liewen spread and expanded rapidly through the Void like spiderwebs!

The already shattered Stellar Debris and floating island fragments, under this violent tremor and Space tearing, accelerated their disintegration, turning into finer dust!

"Bad! This time-space battlefield... is about to collapse completely!!"

A well‑versed Guardian turned pale with horror and shouted loudly.