Chapter 1270

The sky grew bright, and the Nether Continent fell into a calm.

The death of the Nether Emperor's son brought not only the fury of the Nether Emperor's Palace but also drew in the Primordial—a destructive force that swept across the vast starry sky.

On this side, Ming Chen had long since departed. Stepping upon illusory cloud ladders, he merged into the Nether Emperor City and headed straight for the Nether Emperor Hall. The death of Ming Jue had granted him a stroke of fortune.

His speed was extremely fast, unnoticed by anyone, moving like a bolt of lightning.

In his eyes, besides excitement, there was anticipation—anticipation that this opportunity would help him glimpse the chance to reach the Great Completion.

Hum!

With one step, he arrived outside the Nether Emperor Hall.

Ming Jue's arrival caused the Nether Emperor and the Nether Empress to frown slightly. Their precious daughter was very strange today; early in the morning, she had rushed to the Nether Emperor Hall.

The Nether Emperor's face darkened a little. From Ming Jue's slightly panicked face, he read a strange color, and inexplicably, he felt that something ominous was afoot.

The Nether Empress was calm, quietly sipping tea, her gaze deep.

"My descendant, do you know what a foolish thing you have done?" the Nether Emperor said coldly, staring at Ming Jue. Ming Jue's actions made him uneasy; it was a sense of crisis. Ming Jue's state made him vaguely guess a secret—a secret concerning the inheritance of the Nether Emperor family.

"I..." Ming Jue had just opened his mouth when he was interrupted.

It was because the Emperor Dao inheritance had been activated. One by one, Emperor weapons awakened. Whenever anyone approached, they would be bombarded by them. Their attacks all carried world-destroying power. Even with Ming Jue's cultivation, he could not withstand it, being crushed to his knees, unable to catch his breath, and nearly being split in two.

The Nether Emperor's eyes dimmed quite a bit. He must have known that Ming Jue had triggered the inheritance. The attacks of those Emperor weapons had locked onto him. Once the attack descended, he would surely be reduced to ashes, not even his soul would escape. This meant that even if he were no match, he had to hold on by force; even if he died, he could not allow the Nether Emperor family to lose the glory of their ancestors.

Pfft!

How terrifying were the attacks of Emperor artifacts? Under one strike, Ming Jue spat blood, his back was pierced, his internal organs were shattered, and he nearly had his soul scattered on the spot. If not for the protection of his body armor, he would likely have been completely destroyed in body and spirit. Even so, he still could not stand steady and sat on the ground.

"I..."

Ming Jue stumbled back, blood constantly overflowing from the corners of his mouth, his gaze dimming. He was Ming Jue, yes, but his father was not Ming Jue, but the Nine-Life Reincarnator of Great Chu: Ming Chen.

Ming Jue was born of Ming Chen's previous life; the two shared the same root and origin.

Ming Chen's bloodline was of the Emperor Dao level.

Moreover, his Emperor Son bloodline was not an ordinary Emperor Son bloodline.

Ming Jue did not know this, nor dared to believe it. A mere Quasi-Emperor realm cultivator actually had the potential of an Emperor; the mere pressure of his bloodline made him tremble uncontrollably.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

Ming Chen's thoughts were drowned out by the rumbling sounds. The Nether Emperor inheritance had fully awakened.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The sound of metal colliding suddenly resounded, spreading across the four seas and eight wildernesses. The Emperor Dao inheritance left behind by the Nether Emperor was extremely powerful. Even though each Emperor artifact had its own intelligence, they were still suppressed, unable to resist the summons of the Emperor Dao.

Emperor Son, Ming Chen's Emperor Son, the real Ming Jue?

In the distant starry sky, someone muttered, filled with shock.

"Emperor Son?" More people looked over, also hearing the words "Emperor Son." Anyone who heard it, regardless of cultivation level, young or old, male or female, collectively turned their heads to look toward the east. There, a towering mountain stood, its peak black as ink, wreathed in thunder. Within it hung a magnificent hall, flashing with brilliant divine light, with Great Dao heavenly sounds interwoven. Only by listening carefully could one know it was the Emperor's scriptures.

The Nether Emperor's Emperor Dao inheritance was considered a forbidden zone here; no one dared to set foot in it.

Yet, who would have thought that the hall in that forbidden zone actually hid an Emperor Son.

In this instant, the world understood why Ming Jue was so desperate to seize the Emperor Dao inheritance. His ambition far exceeded their expectations. Although his father was alive, he was a puppet, without power or influence; even with monstrous authority, he was merely a display. He wanted to regain control of the Nether Emperor Palace, he wanted to rule the Great Chu landscape, and he wanted to establish an alternative dynasty.

"Are you Ming Jue?"

"You are not Ming Jue?"

"How could the Nether Emperor's Emperor Son be Ming Jue? Ming Jue has already died in battle."

The Nether Realm boiled. Too many people rushed toward the east, filled with awe for that forbidden zone, but more people were excited. Ming Jue was the Nether Emperor's direct son; if he were defeated, to whom would the throne be passed? They were not stupid. Since Ming Jue was the Emperor Son, he was not Ming Jue; his title of Emperor Son was limited only to the people of the Nether Realm.

For a time, the myriad domains of the heavens were in an uproar. Countless people looked up at the sky, and through the ethereal clouds and mist, they seemed to be able to see the towering mountain in the east.

"The Nether Emperor's child?" Ming Jue's mother also trembled, her beautiful eyes bulging as she stared blankly at Ming Jue, seemingly recognizing Ming Jue's identity. In her eyes, a light of hope was carved, longing to know the whereabouts of her son.

Alas, Ming Jue did not answer, his fists clenched tightly, his nails piercing his skin.

"Who are you?" The Nether Emperor's cold reprimand followed. His words were majestic and desolate, as if coming from the end of time.

The Nether Emperor's words made the Immortal Lords look up one after another, looking across the boundless void at Ming Jue, their expressions quite playful. So what if he was an Emperor Son? Ming Jue was just a junior; how could he be allowed to be presumptuous?

"This King is called Ming Jue." Ming Jue smiled hideously, his eyes full of madness.

"You are not Ming Jue." The Emperor Concubine said calmly. With her wisdom, she instantly saw through the clues. Ming Jue was the Nether Emperor's own child, their bloodlines were connected, it could not be fake.

The Nether Emperor also realized this; his bloodline had awakened and was out of control.

However, Ming Jue bore the Nether Emperor's bloodline, yet the Nether Emperor had arrived in person.

"Who exactly are you?" The Nether Emperor's words were bone-chillingly cold.

"I am the Emperor you personally sealed." Ming Jue shouted, the sound like a golden lion's roar, spreading throughout the entire Nether Realm and into every corner of the three thousand worlds. Whether it was an ancient dynasty, an ancient sect, or an ordinary small tribe, everyone's ears were left buzzing.

The Nether Emperor was stunned for a moment, unable to hide his shock.

The Emperor he sealed was actually the Emperor Dao inheritance.

While the Nether Emperor was stunned, the pressure of the Nether Emperor's inheritance increased again. Although it was not as complete as an Emperor artifact, it was not weaker than one. The Emperor Dao array covered the heavens and earth, sealing Ming Jue, suppressing Ming Jue, and also sealing the Nether Emperor Palace.

"Who exactly are you?" The Nether Emperor's roar shook the universe like thunder, the rolling thunderous sound shattering the firmament.

"I am the Emperor you personally killed, your father."

Along with this voice, a scene suddenly appeared before the Nether Emperor's eyes. What he remembered most clearly was that night when he slaughtered the Nether Emperor Palace and killed the Nether Emperor with one sword; it was still vivid in his mind. His hands were stained with blood, but even though he had witnessed it with his own eyes, he still did not believe it.

He was the Lord of the Nether Realm!

It is a pity that his Imperial Son Ming Jue ultimately walked down a crooked path, defying Heaven to tamper with the laws of nature, stealing the good fortune that originally belonged to him, and delusionally dreaming of reaching the summit to become the new generation of Underworld Emperor. He was cruel, bloodthirsty, and fierce, using despicable and shameless means to force his Imperial Father, causing him to bury and destroy the Underworld Emperor Palace.

He never dreamed that he would be backlashed by his own Emperor Son.

The Emperor Dao inheritance was not just terrifying; it was a perverted existence.

"Ming Jue, I will not give you a chance."

The Nether Emperor's angry howl resounded through the nine heavens. He took a step across the vast world and slapped out a palm in the air. The sky-covering hand destroyed all things and collapsed the ancient immortal firmament.

Unfortunately, his hand exploded when it touched the towering hall.

"How bold." The Nether Emperor roared, suddenly turning around, looking down at Ming Jue across the ethereal space, his brows slightly furrowed. His Emperor Dao inheritance was indeed mysterious and unpredictable.

"I am Ming Jue, the inheritance of the Emperor Dao." Ming Jue hissed and roared, his face twisted severely.

"You... are not worthy of being my offspring." The Nether Emperor scolded, collapsing layers of void. The Emperor's pressure climbed infinitely, sweeping toward Ming Jue.

Ming Jue groaned and retreated, stepping back again and again.

However, he did not stop his steps. While sliding backward, he cast forbidden techniques, layer after layer, merging his own bloodline with the mysterious bloodline to increase his combat power.

This guy was very miserable. He had wanted to use the Emperor Dao will of the Emperor Dao inheritance to make a strong comeback, but he had not expected that the Emperor Dao will of the Nether Emperor inheritance was more overbearing than an Emperor artifact, even shattering his God-Demon Battlefield inch by inch.

Boom! Bang!

The battle between the Nether Emperor and Ming Jue was very intense, each strike stronger than the last.

The Nether Emperor's figure was blurry, his aura weak, blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, covered in wounds, crushing the void all the way.

Looking at Ming Jue, he was just as miserable. Every inch of his skin was covered in blood, his white ribs were exposed at his chest, his back had exploded, and his spine was broken.

The two Emperor Sons fought evenly, neither gaining the upper hand.

However, as time passed, Ming Jue gradually fell into a disadvantage. Although the Nether Emperor inheritance was overbearing, he only had a wisp of Emperor thought and could not exert his full combat power. Ming Jue was miserable, bleeding again and again. His body, which should have been tender, was already a bloody mess, and there was nowhere on his body that did not hurt.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Blood flowers bloomed, shocking to the eye.

The so-called Emperor Son was not an empty name. Although only half of his skull remained, he had stubbornly resisted hundreds of moves and held on.

"You are not worthy of being the Nether Emperor; you are a traitor." Ming Jue hissed, gritting his teeth.

"Traitor?" The Nether Emperor was angry. The majesty of the Emperor Dao had been offended. A descendant like an ant dared to call him a traitor?

A wisp of the Emperor's divinity seemed to burn like fire, adding infinite power.

Boom!

In an instant, Ming Jue's skull exploded, and his primordial spirit and true body were annihilated.

"I am the rightful Emperor." The Nether Emperor roared.