# Chapter 1787: Nanming Emperor Falls
Cang Shitian's strike was extremely vicious and ruthless, with not a trace of reservation. He wished he could directly grind Nan Wansheng's bones to dust and bury him in eternal death.
Adding grievous injury upon grievous injury—this was a betrayal under desperate circumstances for Nan Wansheng. However, within his scattered pupils, anger and pain lasted only an instant, and in the end, there wasn't even a hint of surprise.
"Heh... hehe..." Nan Wansheng laughed lowly. His five fingers slowly extended, as if trying to grab Cang Shitian's throat, but in his uncontrollable trembling, they couldn't approach by even half an inch.
"As expected of you..." His aura was dissipating, but his gnashing words still carried the imperial pressure that shook the soul: "The emperor of Canglan, yet willingly reduced to a demon's lackey... Heh... You shall bear... eternal disgrace!"
Cang Shitian showed no anger, a faint smile on his lips. For the first time in his life, he looked down at Nan Wansheng with a gaze of condescension, contempt, and pity. This scene was originally a fantasy that could never be realized, but now it presented itself in this way. The twisted satisfaction was so intense it seeped into his bones.
"A lackey is still better than a dead dog, is it not?" He said with a smile. "Moreover, after this 'cataclysm'... ah no, after this 'Heaven-Overturning Battle,' who will be the future master of the God Realm, whether human or demon defines good and evil, whether my choice is eternal disgrace or eternal glory... it's still uncertain!"
"Unfortunately, you don't even have the qualification to witness this... Heh, hahahaha!"
Boom!!
Cang Shitian twisted his wrist, and the Canglan Force that pierced through Nan Wansheng erupted violently. The Divine Emperor's power, vicious to the extreme, twisted and deformed Nan Wansheng's body, shattering and snapping all his bones and meridians.
"Ahhhh—"
Nan Wansheng's eyes burst with blood, and a howl more piercing than a wild beast's came from his mouth. At this moment, his hatred for Cang Shitian surpassed even that for Yun Che.
"Cang Shitian, even if I am ground to pieces... I will drag you down to hell with me!"
With extreme hatred and sorrow, Nan Wansheng directly withdrew all his protective and defensive power, no longer even caring about Yan San's terrifying demon claws. His body twisted violently in a self-destructive manner, and a burst of golden light covered Cang Shitian.
This seemed to be the Nanming Divine Light shining with all the remaining blood of Nan Wansheng, carrying a desperate and sorrowful brilliance.
A dying Nanming Divine Emperor was still the Nanming Divine Emperor!
The moment the golden light flashed, Cang Shitian's soul trembled. He hadn't expected Nan Wansheng's final strike to be aimed at him, nor had he imagined that he could still unleash such power in this state. He leaned back, his expression slightly changing as the power in his hands dissipated and he was forced back several miles.
Although unharmed, being forced back by Nan Wansheng in such a state was already quite disgraceful.
"Heh..."
A cold sneer from Nan Wansheng... Behind him, a chill that seeped into the depths of his soul approached. He couldn't even turn around, let alone defend.
Boom!!!!
Yan San's ghost claw slammed solidly into Nan Wansheng's back, and a cloud of black mist exploded on him.
Nan Wansheng's vision instantly went pitch black, and his body became extremely cold—so cold he couldn't feel any pain.
Nanming... ends in my hands...
Ending so miserably and pitifully...
I... refuse to accept...
Under Yan San's power, the half-dead Nan Wansheng fell straight down like a falling star. Though not yet dead, his body no longer had the strength or will to resist. He had clearly accepted his fate.
"Your Majesty!" Cries of grief erupted over the broken Nanming Imperial City. The trajectory of the Nanming Divine Emperor's fall fiercely shattered their last hopes and dreams.
In the distance, the auras of the Xuanyuan Emperor and Ziwei Emperor grew increasingly chaotic, their inner restlessness like uncontrollable raging waves.
Clearly, Cang Shitian was presenting a tribute of loyalty. If this tribute was accepted by Yun Che, it would be equivalent to obtaining a life-saving talisman for himself and the Ten Directions Canglan Realm.
Nanming's end was irreversible. Even as Divine Emperors, they could never withstand such a terrifying Northern Domain lineup.
The Demon Lord's ruthlessness was still chilling to the bone and soul. Cang Shitian had already "pledged allegiance" first. If they didn't act soon, it might be too late.
With a gnash of teeth, the Xuanyuan Emperor spread his five fingers, releasing sword aura around him.
But the next instant, his shoulder was firmly gripped. The Ziwei Emperor looked at him and slowly shook his head.
"Xuanyuan," the Ziwei Emperor said in a low, resolute voice, "For the sake of our Divine Realms, we can temporarily bow our heads in humiliation... but we must never lose our last bottom line! Once we make a move, there will be no turning back! Even if one day the Northern Domain demonic beings are completely annihilated by the Dragon God Clan, this stain can never be washed clean!"
His brow twitching, the Xuanyuan Emperor clenched his fists again, then the sword aura shattered. In the end, he did not strike.
Just then, the earth suddenly erupted with a boom. Amidst the flying sand and broken jade that filled the sky, Nan Guizhong, covered in blood, shot up from the ground where he had been smashed into. His withered hand firmly grasped Nan Wansheng, and a force surged into his body and soul sea, stirring his stagnant blood and heart.
"Wansheng," Nan Guizhong said slowly, "As the Nanming Divine Emperor, you have no right to die... This was the first admonition I gave you when I passed the throne to you. Have you already forgotten it completely?"
Nan Wansheng opened his blood-stained eyes and let out a pained murmur: "Fa... ther..."
Before the murmur ended, his pupils suddenly dilated—because at the center of Nan Guizhong's chest, a golden light flashed and died, like a fleeting fragment of broken jade.
"Ah... ah..." Nan Wansheng's face and voice became incredibly pained, to the point of being unable to speak.
"Nanming God Collapsing Jade," Qianye Wugu muttered.
"Alas, why must it come to this." Qianye Bingzhu sighed. With Nan Guizhong's strength, if he had fled with all his power, it would not have been impossible.
Gu Zhu turned back and also murmured: "Nanming God Collapsing Jade."
Qianye Ying'er frowned slightly. A faint smile touched the corners of her lips as she sneered: "No matter how brilliant the light of a dying reflection, what difference does it make?"
In the distance, the last two Ming Gods, struggling bitterly under Yan Er and Yan Wu's hands, added sorrow to their eyes.
Nanming God Collapsing Jade was a life-burning technique of the Nanming God lineage. Once activated, it meant certain death—the final counterattack of a desperate Ming God in a hopeless situation.
The existence of Nanming God Collapsing Jade was well known to all major Divine Realms. But given the might of the Nanming Divine Realm, who could have thought that they would one day face such a desperate situation of paying with their lives?
Under the Nanming God Collapsing Jade, Nan Guizhong's life vein, profound vein, and Ming soul shattered simultaneously. His power, which had weakened by nearly half, suddenly swelled like a sky-covering tsunami, wildly surging. In an instant, it directly broke through the limits of his peak state.
Wind and clouds halted, heaven and earth trembled. The despairing power erupting from the former Nanming Divine Emperor was undoubtedly powerful to the extreme...
But standing before him were four figures: Qianye Wugu, Qianye Bingzhu, Caizhi, and the Primordial Dragon Emperor.
Before them, the divine light shining from Nan Guizhong's burning everything still appeared pitifully dim.
"Since fate is thus, be released, old friend. This era no longer belongs to us." Qianye Bingzhu sighed lightly and struck first, the might of the Brahma Emperor sweeping down upon Nan Guizhong and his son without a trace of pity.
Nan Guizhong had sacrificed his life. Everyone thought that in his despair, he wanted to kill as many demonic beings as possible to take with him.
But facing Qianye Bingzhu's power, he did not counterattack. Instead, his figure plunged downward, using power beyond his limits to carry Nan Wansheng toward the ruins of the imperial city below.
"...?" Qianye Bingzhu frowned slightly.
"Hm?" Qianye Ying'er showed confusion, then suddenly thought of something and blurted out: "It's the Illusory Ming Xuanji Array! Stop him!"
Illusory Ming Xuanji—instant escape, leaving no trace, untraceable, like void itself!
The more powerful a star realm, the more powerful its method of escape.
The Illusory Ming Xuanji Array of the Nanming Divine Realm was a spatial profound array that no outsider had ever seen. But according to records, its spatial teleportation ability could achieve instant teleportation like a Void Stone, leaving no trace to follow.
However, records also mentioned that the Illusory Ming Xuanji Array required two arrays to resonate, with the other array eye in an unknown location—the Nanming would never let outsiders know.
If the Illusory Ming Xuanji Array was truly as untraceable as the records claimed, then once Nan Guizhong and his son escaped, finding them would be like searching for a needle in the ocean.
Boom!!
Like a thunderclap shaking the world, Qianye Bingzhu and Qianye Wugu struck simultaneously. Two streams of Brahma Emperor power merged seamlessly, piercing through space and smashing downward.
On the other side, Caizhi's reaction seemed slightly slower by a fraction, and even the Primordial Dragon Emperor under her control did not strike immediately.
She watched Nan Guizhong and Nan Wansheng plummeting rapidly, and in her eyes like dark night stars, a strange light faintly flickered.
As the heavy pressure approached, Nan Guizhong did not turn back. The power bought with his burning life bloomed into blinding golden light, meeting the power of the two Brahma Ancestors behind him.
Boom!!!!
Tens of thousands of miles of space shattered simultaneously, the sky and earth filled with black cracks. Qianye Bingzhu and Qianye Wugu trembled violently and were slammed back. Cang Shitian, who was about to approach, was flipped into the air, blood energy churning throughout his body.
"Pfft!"
Blood arrows sprayed from Nan Guizhong's mouth, but he did not relax his aura in the slightest, nor did his speed decrease at all. Forcing back two Brahma Ancestors with a single strike—this proud feat was something he could only achieve in this instant.
His speed under his burning life was too fast. The two forced-back Brahma Ancestors could no longer intercept him. With a palm strike from Nan Guizhong, a profound array that had lain dormant for countless years beneath the shattered imperial city suddenly activated, radiating an extremely pure spatial light.
The Illusory Ming Xuanji Array!
Nan Guizhong pushed his palm, watching as Nan Wansheng flew into the array, swallowed by the white light.
"Wansheng, listen to me. You have no right to die. Even if for a long time to come, you can only hide in the darkness like a mangy dog, you must live!"
The divine legacy artifact of the Nanming lineage was on Nan Wansheng's person. Even if the Nanming Divine Realm completely collapsed today, as long as he lived, Nanming would have a chance to rise again!
"Fa..."
Nan Wansheng's figure and voice were completely submerged in the white light, and then even his aura vanished entirely.
As recorded—instant teleportation, no trace.
The white light faded, and the Illusory Ming Xuanji Array, having lost its power, shattered directly under Nan Guizhong's palm.
"...?" In the distance, Yun Che's brows deeply furrowed. The suddenly released gloomy aura made Yan San beside him involuntarily shiver.
Although Nan Wansheng had been grievously wounded to the brink of death, letting him escape was ultimately a lingering threat.
Moreover, in all of Nanming, the one he wanted to kill the most, urgently wanted to kill the most, was him!
And yet...
"Heh... hehe." Nan Guizhong's figure slowly sank, a hoarse chuckle coming from his mouth.
The life-burning power on his body hadn't dissipated, but he didn't use it to counterattack. Instead, he closed his eyes in resignation.
Overwhelming calamity sometimes truly makes a person grow.
He couldn't save Nanming from Yun Che's hands, but at least, with his withered, dying body and life, he had preserved Nanming's most core seed... and endless hope!
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In a distant star region, a scorching, dry, barren planet with no life.
Turbid and foul aura, extremely thin elemental presence—one couldn't even sense any living beings. This planet lay within the God Realm, but no cultivator of the divine path would deign to step foot on it.
On the north of this forgotten planet, within a fractured mountain range, a pure white light suddenly flashed. From the light, a blood-soaked figure was flung out.
Nan Wansheng lay on the ground, his eyes like those of a bloodthirsty wolf. Boundless hatred filled every drop of his blood, every cell.
Slowly, he stood up. He was the Nanming Divine Emperor—even at the end of his strength, he was still a terrifying existence. The power that Nan Guizhong had finally infused into him had greatly replenished his vitality.
"Yun... Che!" He muttered between his lips, each word mixed with blood and broken teeth: "I... will definitely..."
The sound suddenly stopped. The world became eerily quiet. The air turned incredibly cold.
His body could no longer move. Besides coldness, he could perceive nothing else.
A stream of clear, dreamlike blue light pierced through his heart, and in an instant, erupted with bone-chilling coldness that was terrifyingly absolute, freezing every organ, every drop of blood, down to his soul and will.
All of this happened without any warning, without any aura. He didn't even know how this blue light had pierced him.
In his frozen, unmoving, blurry vision, a woman's figure slowly emerged, beautiful like an immortal illusion. Cold aura emanated from her, and every strand of her hair shimmered with an icy blue light.
Ding...
This was the last sound he heard in his life. The coldness that pierced his entire body erupted completely. His body—the once indestructible body of a Divine Emperor—shattered into flying ice shards under this dreamlike yet terrifying cold.
In the end, only his head remained intact, falling coldly from the air.
In the final instant of his life, like a flash of dying light, he made out the face of that woman.
The one outside the Lanji Star... the one who had clearly died...
How... could... it...
Thud.
His head hit the ground, the dull sound no different from a mortal's skull.
In the cold and silence, Mu Xuanyin stepped forward slowly, her icy eyes devoid of any ripple.
Her own vengeance—in the end, she had taken it herself.