Chapter 954: The despair of the myriad heavens

At this moment, on the myriad heavens side, all living beings could not help but despair!

From Chaos Dragon Lord falling into a life-and-death crisis, to Time Heavenly Emperor emerging and killing Dark Two Heavenly Evil with one finger, to now the eleven strongest of the epoch of the Ominous clan brazenly descending.

Everything happened too fast!

So fast that their moods rose and fell violently like a roller coaster, without even room to breathe.

Every time, they seemed to see a glimmer of light in the boundless darkness, thinking it was the dawn of hope.

However, before that glimmer of hope could last long, thicker and heavier darkness would surge in, swallowing that bit of light completely, dragging their minds into the abyss together.

Giving you a little hope, but what followed was even greater despair.

This was the trick the Ominous clan was best at, and also the most heart-wrenching torture.

And now, seeing these eleven terrifying strongest of the epoch descending together, like eleven primeval demon mountains suppressing the myriad ages standing in front of the battlefield, everyone understood—

This was the true ultimate despair!

After this, there would be no more hope.

"Is this the Dark Epoch..."

Someone muttered to himself, his voice hoarse, carrying endless exhaustion and desolation.

"Too terrifying, too desperate..."

Countless living beings of the myriad heavens had their hearts sink to the bottom long ago, the blood color on their faces fading away, leaving only extreme silence and despair.

On the defensive line, the hands of the dense mass of cultivators holding weapons were trembling slightly.

They looked at the eleven blurry yet suffocating figures in front, feeling the Eternal pressure that suppressed the myriad ages, even breathing becoming incomparably difficult.

Even those Heavenly Dao Supremes and Ultimate Leap experts whose will was firm as iron were all silent.

They were not afraid of death.

But what they feared was dying meaninglessly.

Eleven Eternal Transcendents, what kind of concept was this?

Let alone resisting, the other party only needed to raise their hands casually to grind them all into fly ash.

This war was destined to have an ending from the start.

The area of the Big Dipper Seven Stars Array had long since dimmed quite a bit.

Xiaosa Ge, Sword Madman, and Emperor Xiangsi, who had already broken through to the Transcendent realm, were leaning on their weapons at this moment, breathing slightly.

Looking at the eleven figures in the distance, they suddenly felt that everything they had done was so powerless and ridiculous in front of this Ominous world-annihilating torrent.

They had tried their best to break through to Transcendence, tried their best to set up the array, thinking they could strive for a glimmer of life for the heavens.

But in front of the absolute gap in strength, these efforts were as small as dust.

Even Xiaosa Ge, who was always optimistic, could not help but let out a long sigh at this moment.

He looked at the endless black tide churning in the direction of the Wugui Realm, his voice hoarse:

"I thought that among the Ominous clan, there were at most two Eternal Transcendents."

"But who knew, now a full eleven descended directly..."

"So, from beginning to end, this has always been a war destined to fail and see no hope..."

He said, suddenly laughing miserably, a flash of nostalgia in his eyes:

"Damn, I suddenly miss the pretty boy a bit."

"If he were still here, facing this situation, I don't know what it would be like... Hahahaha..."

The laughter was hearty, but carried unspeakable desolation.

That young man who could always create miracles, that Ye Wuque who turned the impossible into possible time and time again, was ultimately gone.

Sword Madman Ren Pingsheng gripped his long sword tighter and tighter, his knuckles turning white.

He was usually reticent, his sword heart firm as a rock, never wavering.

But at this moment, he also could not help but say dejectedly:

"Even if it were Brother Ye, who was stunningly talented, facing this situation, I'm afraid he would be helpless too..."

Eleven Eternal Transcendents, this was no longer a gap that individual talent could make up for.

This was an absolute crushing in quantity and quality.

The other few people nearby, Huang Xie, Evil Emperor, Yan Zhangfeng, and Miao Miao Xianzi, were all silent.

Huang Xie's True Phoenix Fire flickered, the Evil Emperor's evil aura was restrained completely, Yan Zhangfeng's long spear hung low, and Miao Miao Xianzi's pill bottle hung in mid-air, not falling for a long time.

On everyone's face, despair was written all over.

Mysterious Being stood at the edge of the array, his old face having deeper gullies.

His eyes, which had seen through the myriad ages, had no luster at this moment, only emptiness.

He had seen too many epoch changes, seen too many rises and falls of life and death, but never had there been a time as desperate as this.

Ning Wushuang and Xu Tianfeng on the side slowly clenched their fists, their knuckles turning white.

They held a breath of evil in their hearts, a breath of unwillingness!

Unfortunately, the calamity came too fast, and time waited for no one.

No matter how stunningly talented they were, they still needed time to grow.

No matter how terrifying their growth speed was, unfortunately, they were destined to only look up to these strongest of the epoch.

If they were given another hundred thousand years, no, even fifty thousand years, they might not have been unable to step into the Eternal Transcendence realm.

But now, there were no ifs.

Chaos Dragon Lord, Ning Wujiu, Supreme Sword Emperor, Star River Blade Ancestor, and these old-school Transcendents also revealed looks of despair.

They stood at the very front of the battlefield, their backs straight, but the light in their eyes was extinguishing bit by bit.

They did not expect that it would be such a desperate situation.

Eleven strongest of the epoch.

Let alone eleven, even just one was not something they, these ordinary Transcendents, could deal with.

The gap between Eternal Transcendence and ordinary Transcendence was greater than the gap between mortals and immortals, like a heavenly moat, insurmountable.

Ye Zhetian and Ye Beichen looked at each other, both seeing bitterness and despair in the other's eyes.

"I finally understand why this epoch is called the Dark Epoch..."

Ye Zhetian opened his mouth with a bitter smile, his voice full of powerlessness.

"This darkness... simply cannot see a bit of hope..."

Ye Beichen was silent for a moment, then said slowly:

"The only possibility I can think of that has the qualifications to save all this seems to be only one..."

Ye Zhetian looked up at him:

"I know who you are thinking of, that mysterious Space Heavenly Emperor."

"However, Space Heavenly Emperor has disappeared for hundreds of years."

"And now that it's this time, if he could appear, he would have already appeared."

"Perhaps, Space Heavenly Emperor has already been restrained by an even more terrifying enemy..."

Ye Beichen sighed, his eyes dimming slightly.

Clearly, if even Space Heavenly Emperor was restrained, it was undoubtedly an even more terrifying and desperate thing.

That's right, how could the Ominous clan not have considered these?

They must have already had more terrifying existences go to deal with Space Heavenly Emperor.

The only one who could be slightly counted on in the whole scene seemed to be... the guardian of the Dark Epoch, Time Heavenly Emperor.

However, everyone knew how difficult and desperate this situation was.

The peak of martial arts realm, Eternal Transcendence peak, eleven of them.

Such a lineup, placed in any epoch, was absolutely something that would make any living being feel despair.

Although Time Heavenly Emperor was strong, he was only one person.

Those who could reach the Eternal Transcendence realm were not simple, all world-dominating figures who suppressed the myriad ages of reincarnation.

Wanting to fight eleven alone was simply impossible.

He would only die desperately under the absolute numerical gap.

At this moment, Time Heavenly Emperor's body was tight, his linen clothes hunting in the wind.

The wrinkles on his face seemed deeper, his expression solemn to the extreme.

The light in his eyes flickered constantly, shock, solemnity, unwillingness, and finally, all turned into a heaven-shaking madness and determination!

He had lived for endless years, guarding the Dark Epoch generation after generation.

From the beginning of the epoch, to the prosperity of the epoch, to the end of the epoch.

He had witnessed too many partings and too many living beings.

This time was no exception.

Even if he died in battle, he would never retreat half a step.

Time Heavenly Emperor slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the countless desperate living beings of the heavens below, sweeping over those faces that were young, old, firm, or fearful.

And then, he spoke word by word.

The voice was not loud, but it resounded throughout the entire myriad heavens like thunder, clearly entering the ears of every living being:

"I, Time Heavenly Emperor, am the guardian of the Dark Epoch..."

"I swear to coexist and perish with the Dark Epoch!"

Short words, no impassioned vows, no flowery language.

Yet it showed his determination to guard the Dark Epoch to the death.

As the voice fell, the Time Dao rules around his body slowly operated.

The hazy time halo shrouded his whole body, making his hunched figure appear incomparably tall.

Endless living beings were infected by this tragic and determined momentum.

On the dead silent defensive line, I don't know who was the first to let out a roar:

"Swear to coexist and perish with the Dark Epoch! Either way, it's death!"

"What are you afraid of! Eighteen years later, I'll be a good man again!"

"Fight to the death and do not retreat!"

"Want to destroy the myriad heavens, step over my corpse first!"

One sound, two sounds, millions of sounds...

More and more roars rang out, gathering into a torrent, rushing straight into the sky.

Countless cultivators had red eyes, gripping the weapons in their hands tightly.

Despair to the extreme, instead gave birth to a courage fearless of death.

Anyway, it was death, so it was better to die magnificently.

The gazes of Chaos Dragon Lord and other Transcendents also became firm and determined at this moment!

They raised the weapons in their hands in unison, their auras skyrocketing again.

Even if they knew they would die, they would fight until the last moment!

This was the backbone of the cultivators of the heavens, and also the unyielding spine of the myriad races!

This is the mettle of the cultivators of all heavens, and the unyielding backbone of all races!