Chapter 1640

Ming Jue died, crushed by a single palm strike, his Nascent Soul erased, soul scattered and spirit dissipated.

A prince of emperors ended an era of conquest, yet alas, he was destined to fail, for he faced an Emperor.

"The Emperor's Dao inheritance is indeed terrifying," murmured Ming Di, gazing toward where Ming Jue had vanished; he had once been an Emperor himself, rich in experience—the divine essence within Ming Jue was the Emperor's Dao inheritance of the Netherworld, its power sufficient to destroy heaven and earth.

Boom!

As Ming Di sighed, a sudden anomaly arose—a strange force pierced through the barrier of time and space, descending into Ming Jue's spiritual sea.

"Ming Jue, your Emperor's Dao inheritance is mine now." A distant voice echoed throughout the Netherworld; all who heard it felt their bones chill, the Emperor's pressure so oppressive that both cultivators and mortals knelt upon the ground.

"Where did this remnant of an Emperor's will come from?" Ming Di's face darkened, rushing after it in haste.

Ming Di left; Ming Jue's corpse tumbled into the Deep Pit, the Emperor's Dao remnant vanished—nothing remained there, all turned dark; the lord of the Netherworld had been usurped by his own Emperor's Dao inheritance.

Puff!

As Ming Jue's form dissolved, Ming Di spat blood again, staggering a step, nearly collapsing; the mighty Ming Di suffered backlash, his origin nearly dried up, lifespan rapidly draining, no longer in peak condition.

Worse still, the backlash force was slowly devouring his Emperor's Dao inheritance—the sensation was unbearably agonizing; even he, an Emperor of Dao, could not withstand it.

"The Emperor's Dao inheritance is mine," Ming Di's roar carried boundless fury; though immobilized, he poured his last remnants of Emperor's Dao power to protect the prince's lingering soul from being consumed—it was, after all, Emperor's Dao inheritance.

"You are all unworthy," cried the remnant soul of Ming Di, steeped in ancient desolation; he sought not only to guard the prince's lingering soul but also to block the Emperor's Dao inheritance from devouring it.

Alas, he had still underestimated the terror of the Emperor's Dao inheritance.

Ming Jue was dead, his lingering soul erased—but that divine essence of the Emperor's Dao inheritance remained too potent, the Emperor's Dao will tyrannical and unmatched, ignoring the might of his own Emperor's Dao inheritance.

Though Ming Di's Emperor's Dao inheritance was strong, it could not rival the divine essence of the Emperor's Dao inheritance, for it originated from the Dao of all Emperors, surpassing even Ximen Wudi's Reincarnation Immortal Light.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Ming Di's body bore new blood gashes; each time blood mist exploded, he coughed up more blood, his aged eyes filled with blood vessels—the embers of hatred.

He had lost, without doubt—a once-mighty Primordial Holy Body, defeated by his own hand.

Ming Jue had been his son, yet swallowed by Ming Di's inheritance; had he known this, he would have slain the Emperor's son himself, even if it meant paying a heavy price.

Boom! Boom boom!

The Nether Palace roared; lightning tore the heavens, black clouds churned, thunder and lightning flashed, as if the end had come, heaven and earth plunged into utter darkness.

Puff!

Ming Di spat blood, swaying unsteadily, nearly kneeling; his aged body trembled violently, streams of pitch-black blood oozed from his seven orifices, soaking his armor.

"Emperor, flee quickly! The Netherworld faces great calamity!" Leaders of all Netherworld clans rushed into the Emperor's Hall, gathering before Ming Di, eyes brimming with tears; their Emperor was grievously wounded, Emperor's Dao will frail—if Ming Di perished, the Netherworld would face catastrophe; should Ming Di fall, chaos would surely follow.

"Flee? Where to?" Ming Di smiled bitterly; the backlash of the Emperor's Dao inheritance had weakened his Dao will—he was already at his last breath, his power far below peak; without external aid, even if he survived, he would sink into the river of time, turning to dust.

Within the Nether Palace, silence reigned.

The faces of the quasi-Emperors were utterly grim; their Emperor had vanished, leaving not even a ripple.

"Have I lost?" Ming Di whispered softly, smiling mournfully.

In the end, he had still underestimated the Emperor's majesty.

The Emperor's Dao inheritance was the Emperor's glory—he, though an Emperor, could not command it.

Ming Jue's Emperor's Dao remnant had taunted him repeatedly, finally provoking him—he sought to kill not just the body but the soul.

But reality proved him wrong.

That Emperor's Dao inheritance was more terrifying than he imagined; once awakened, it shattered all resistance, devouring Prince Ming Jue and erasing even the remnant consciousness of the Emperor's Dao inheritance.

Ah....!

Ming Di roared to the heavens, voice hoarse and weary; the Emperor's Dao inheritance counterattacked, instantly devouring three thousand laws—his cultivation plummeted to rock bottom, he lacked even the strength to stand.

"How... how could this be?" Ming Di murmured, dazed; his own Emperor's Dao inheritance had turned against him—no wonder the ancients said: Emperor's Dao inheritance is an artifact that defies heaven; once usurped, it brings calamity to the Netherworld.

Boom! Crack!

In utter silence, a piercing thunder split the heavens, shaking the Nether Realms—as if the Netherworld's Emperor had raged, seeking to cleave open the Nether Palace.

The thunderous roar intensified; countless rivers of pitch-black water emerged, surging forth, drowning Ming Di; his Emperor body, drenched in blood, was half-crushed beneath the black torrents.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

He spat blood ceaselessly, staggering; a strand of Emperor's blood stained the starry sky—the devouring power of the Emperor's Dao inheritance was tyrannical; even Emperor weapons and Emperor artifacts could not withstand its assault—his flesh, Emperor artifacts, and Emperor Dao divine radiance shattered inch by inch; the lord of the Netherworld teetered on the brink—if he took two more strikes, he would surely perish.

Hum! Hum! Hum!

Amid the hum, nine divine swords trembled in unison, circling the Emperor's body; each sword glowed with extinction light—perhaps the lingering Emperor's Dao power had restored their former divine might.

"Do you still recognize me as your master? Do you still recognize me as your Emperor?" Ming Di sneered, flicking his finger to launch nine sword beams, repelling the nine divine swords; his fresh wounds and old scars deepened, spreading to his ankles, exposing pale bones and gleaming sinews, his cloudy old eyes filled with hope.

Yet there was no response—the nine divine swords continued circling him; a single command of Emperor's Dao will would make them attack his Emperor body.

Ming Di, unwilling to yield, suddenly raised his hand and seized the tip of a divine sword.

Instantly, a scream tore from him—his palm was pierced through.

Umm....!

Agony made Ming Di grunt; his arm bled profusely, staining the pitch-black Stone Platform, his face twisted in torment.

He had lost—utterly defeated.

His entire life had never been so humiliated; the Emperor's Dao inheritance that had roamed the Primordial Era had fallen—and fallen brutally, devoured by its own inheritance, nearly costing him his life.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

Roars erupted from all directions, collapsing the void; hundreds of thousands of divine punishments descended from the heavens, each fused with destruction and extinction power.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Ming Di spat blood again; a single divine punishment nearly erased his Emperor's Dao imprint, let alone hundreds of thousands.

Ah....!

Ming Di went mad, burning his essence and spirit, using forbidden arts to bolster himself, braving all costs to summon the Heavenly Demon army, seeking to use their power to combat the nine rebellious Emperor's Dao inheritances.

"Damn." In the dark depths of the Underworld, a furious roar echoed—the Father Emperor of the Underworld, hair wild and disheveled, flew into the Underworld Palace. Seeing the Emperor's dire state, his face twisted into a monstrous snarl.

"I am the Underworld Emperor."

"I am the Underworld Emperor—who dares act insolently?" The Underworld Emperor roared, his voice shaking the eight corners of the world, like a supreme demonic god bathed in brilliant Jin Guang, piercing straight into the borders of the Underworld.

Behind the Underworld Emperor, the Underworld's Pretender Emperors also surged forward one after another, teeth gritted. The Underworld was the Emperor's domain—who the hell dared provoke it? Whoever dared trespass upon their Palace, no matter who they were, would be obliterated.

Boom! Crash! Boom!

Amidst the thunderous roars, the Underworld trembled. The Underworld's heavenly tribulation grew even fiercer than before—sky-spanning seas of lightning surged, sweeping forth apocalyptic phenomena, crushing down upon the Underworld like an endless tide.

The Underworld mobilized in full force; the Celestial Demons also launched their entire army.

Instantly, the Underworld became wildly chaotic.

Yet, normal heavenly tribulations were still normal—unfortunately, the Underworld Emperor's passage through the Emperor Dao's inheritance tribulation far surpassed the scale of any ordinary tribulation.

The so-called Emperor Dao inheritance tribulation did not belong to any normal Fan Chou; its terror was sufficient to crush even an Emperor tribulation—and it was the peak of all Emperor tribulations.

The emergence of the Emperor tribulation shook the world.

Not just the Underworld, but the entire multiverse witnessed this tribulation. The scene was extraordinarily dazzling—stars, mountains, ravines, forbidden zones—all were illuminated, and billions of sentient beings knelt in submission.

"What the hell is going on?"

"The Underworld is up to its tricks again." The tribulation of the Underworld Emperor's inheritance stirred uproar across the multiverse. Lords from all factions rushed to the Underworld's lands, gazing across the misty void toward the Underworld Emperor's direction. One glance could pierce through the veil, revealing the man drenched in Emperor blood, standing like a supreme divine demon between heaven and earth.

"The more monstrous you are, the stronger your Emperor Dao inheritance—just a few days ago, there were already three Emperors. Who knows if that bastard can even survive the Emperor Dao's punishment after completing his inheritance."

"Even the Underworld Emperor couldn't withstand it—how much less his son?"

There was much discussion, much sighing. No one knew what terrifying event the Underworld Emperor had faced during his Emperor Dao inheritance; all were on edge, fearing he wouldn't survive.

"This is it—we're done. The Underworld Emperor's inheritance is too tyrannical."

"I heard that bastard was swallowed whole by the Emperor Dao inheritance—is it really that brutal?!"

"The Underworld Emperor's Emperor Dao inheritance is too terrifying. If it were us, we'd have been reduced to ashes long ago."

"That's true."

The murmurs continued; the patriarchs of various factions stroked their beards more than once.

Compared to the Underworld Emperor's inheritance, that bastard Ming Jue was nothing but trash. The Underworld Emperor's lifelong glory had been utterly ruined by him—a true Emperor, betrayed by his own flesh and blood. Such a bizarre occurrence was unprecedented in all history.