# Chapter 1859: Dragon God's Final Act
The battlefield gradually fell silent. There were no more desperate screams or the heart-tearing sounds of bodies breaking—only ragged, heavy breathing and chaotic, venting roars.
The blood mist in the air no longer thickened; instead, it began to dissipate in the bloody wind.
Yun Che held Caizhi as he turned around. On the blood-drenched land, this massacre—the highest-spec slaughter in the history of the God Realm—had already concluded.
Unbelievably fast.
The Withered Dragons, Dragon Gods, Dragon Lords, and Master Dragons of the Dragon God Realm were all dead. Under the extreme fury of the Northern Domain profound practitioners, more than eighty percent did not even leave intact corpses.
Not a single Chi Dragon or Hui Dragon had any remaining dragon breath.
The Myriad Manifestation Divine Lords had held out the longest, but in the end, they were annihilated by the combined forces of the Northern Domain, Qilin, and Azure Dragon—not a single one survived.
The awe-inspiring dragon shadow high in the sky silently vanished at that moment, allowing the heavens and earth to stop trembling and catch their breath.
If someone were to arrive now, no matter their race or level, they would never believe that the mountain of bones and lake of blood had been formed entirely from the Divine Emperors and Divine Lords of the Western Region's royal realms.
The Nanming Divine Realm had been destroyed in a single morning, shocking the entire world.
In that same single morning, this battlefield—one where dragon might had once dominated and was enough to crush all realms—had been turned by Yun Che's gesture into a dragon slaughterhouse that would surely shake a million years of God Realm history and countless future generations.
Among the Western Region's dragons, apart from the temporarily spared Azure Dragon Clan, only Long Bai's body still writhed.
His method of death was to be decided by the Demon Lord. No matter how maddened or deranged the Northern Domain profound practitioners were, they would not touch him.
Another person was still alive.
Bang!
A tattered, almost unrecognizable humanoid body was kicked over.
Yun Che's gaze slanted... The person before him had a collapsed face, limbs shattered, flesh turned outward, and bones protruding grimly—completely impossible to identify.
But the thread of breath so weak it was like a wisp allowed him to recognize in an instant that this lump of flesh was none other than Zhou Xuzi.
Not only was his life force not extinguished, but he was also not unconscious. One half-open eye clearly still retained vision. When kicked in front of Yun Che, his body began to tremble violently, and a vague scraping sound came from his throat.
Yun Che looked down at him, the aura around him stirring faintly.
Even though Zhou Xuzi was already as miserable as could be, it still could not fully vent the hatred in his heart.
Behind him, Yan San read the situation and quickly stepped forward, extending his withered hand eagerly: "Master, this old servant will preserve it for you..."
"Scram." Yun Che said.
Yan San's step retracted as if shocked by lightning.
Yan Yi cursed in a low voice: "Have you lost your mind? You dare touch the master's woman!"
"It's just profound energy," Yan San said with some grievance.
"No!" Yan Yi and Yan Er said in unison.
"..." Yan San lowered his head in shame.
Chi Wuyue walked over slowly and said leisurely: "This person should be executed by you or Little Caizhi, so I kept his life."
"By the way, all these injuries were inflicted by Little Caizhi. The last six guardians by his side also all died at Little Caizhi's hands. When the cute little Celestial Wolf turns vicious, it's quite terrifying... The Demon Lord should be careful in the future."
"..." Yun Che glanced at the sleeping Caizhi in his arms, understanding deeply how deep her hatred for Zhou Xuzi was.
"Uh... ngh... ngh ngh..."
Zhou Xuzi's greatly enlarged pupils stared fixedly at Yun Che, his throat writhing desperately, making extremely obscure scraping sounds.
"Benevolent, then all heavens eternal peace; malevolent, then demon god slaughters the world."
These were the twelve-character prophecy from the Three Elders of Heavenly Mechanism that had ultimately made him resolve to take action.
The Zhou Tian Realm was slaughtered, the Yue Shen Realm destroyed, the Nanming Realm massacred, and the foundations of the Western Region's royal realms were nearly wiped out in a single day...
Now, Yun Che had grown to such a terrifying degree—as long as he wished, he could slaughter all realms and all life in the world.
And all this had taken only a few short years.
It had all started with the palm strike he had sent Xie Ying Mo Li out of Chaos.
Before that palm, Yun Che had just saved the world. Mo Li had exhausted herself to seal the Crimson Rift. Yun Che had publicly promised never to disturb her again, and they were to leave the God Realm to live in seclusion in the lower realms.
If not for that palm strike, would the rapidly growing Yun Che have become the world's greatest guardian instead, able to quell all disasters, fulfilling that line: "Benevolent, then all heavens eternal peace"...
No... no...
I was not wrong... not wrong...
Everything I did was for the safety of this world. That palm strike of mine was to destroy my own reputation and remove the greatest hidden threat of the era.
Not for selfish reasons, but for all under heaven...
How could I possibly be wrong!
And the one who bore darkness, cruelly bloodbathing realm after realm, bringing great disaster to the entire God Realm—Yun Che was a demon by nature!
I merely made him awaken to his true nature early!
I was not wrong!
As his thoughts wandered chaotically, Yun Che, who had been staring coldly at him, finally moved.
And what surprised almost everyone was that what floated over Yun Che was not murderous dark energy, but sacred white light profound energy.
Light profound energy overflowed from beneath Yun Che's feet, wrapped around Zhou Xuzi's body, quickly stabilizing and repairing his life force. Then Yun Che turned, and a gust of cold wind swept Zhou Xuzi up, throwing him to Yan San.
"Sever all his meridians," Yun Che said with extremely cruel words. "But don't let him die."
Light profound force kept him alive; severing all his meridians made death impossible.
Without another glance at Zhou Xuzi, Yun Che walked slowly toward Long Bai. Perhaps sensing Yun Che's breath in her sleep, Caizhi's breathing gradually steadied in his arms, and her originally pale face regained a faint hint of pink.
Long Bai was still struggling. He seemed to want to die, yet unwilling to die just like that. With his heavy breathing, what came from his mouth was no longer dragon blood, but scattered fragments of charred internal organs.
Yun Che's foot came down.
Boom!!
A loud crash made everyone's hearts tighten. Long Bai's internal organs were completely reduced to powder. Even a Life Miracle could not save his life now.
"Your era is over." Stepping on Long Bai's shattered sternum, Yun Che looked down with arrogant coldness: "Considering that you barely showed me a trace of kindness in the past, I grant you the chance for one last word before death."
The divine light in Long Bai's pupils scattered rapidly. His quickly dispersing spiritual sense could no longer perceive the existence of his body.
But even as his pupils scattered, the reflection of Yun Che remained so clear.
Long Bai's mouth twisted. Suddenly, he began to laugh—a ferocious, terrifying laugh. In his endless pain and despair, a deeply twisted pleasure quickly gathered.
"...!?" Chi Wuyue's demon soul was stirred. She turned sharply, her brow deeply furrowed.
"Yun... Che..." Long Bai used all his remaining strength and will to make his voice as clear as possible: "Do you think... you truly... won...?"
"Heh... heh heh..." That seemed to be a laugh, mixed with painful, twisted pleasure that made everyone's hearts extremely uncomfortable: "Actually... Shen Xi... she..."
Damn it... An unease rose in Chi Wuyue's heart.
At that moment, a blue light like a world-severing meteor cut a long-lasting, piercing icy ray across heaven and earth.
Beneath that icy ray was Mu Xuanyin's slowly appearing figure, and Long Bai's cleanly severed head.
The ugly, grinning expression froze on Long Bai's blood-crusted head. His lips moved several more times, but could no longer make a sound.
So... cold...
His final consciousness was an empty world, with no light, only cold and despair.
Just like over three hundred thousand years ago, when his limbs were broken, his eyes gouged out, and he was abandoned in the wilderness, a dark abyss awaiting death.
Back then, that abyss of despair suddenly lit up with an infinitely warm light. Within that light, he saw the immortal silhouette that had plunged him into an endless dream, causing him to sink for a lifetime...
Shen Xi...
Shen... Xi...
But this time, even after the darkness faded away, that dreamlike light did not descend again.
Between heaven and earth, there was no longer any trace of the Dragon Emperor's aura.
His unclosed dragon eyes lost all color. Though they faced the sky, this world he had ruled for hundreds of thousands of years could no longer reflect even a glimmer of light within them.
This was a desolate end he had never imagined during his time as emperor.
Yun Che looked up, stunned at Mu Xuanyin's figure.
Long Bai was someone he had to kill with his own hands, yet at the last moment, right under his nose, his kill was stolen.
If it had been anyone else, he would have been furious...
But this was Mu Xuanyin.
"Mas—" He blurted out a word subconsciously before quickly stopping and changing his tone: "Xuanyin, you..."
"I was killed by him back then," Mu Xuanyin put away her Xueji Sword. "This grudge, I should repay myself."
"..." Chi Wuyue let out a long breath and shot Mu Xuanyin a grateful glance.
Yun Che's methods were increasingly approaching those of an emperor, but he was still too young, and his life experience was still inevitably somewhat shallow.
Facing someone doomed to die, unless they carried secrets that had to be obtained, one should never give them any chance to speak. Because when a person knows they are about to die, and the one they face is the object of their deepest hatred, they are likely to say the worst possible words they can imagine.
For example, Long Bai could fabricate that he had raped Shen Xi before her death—with no proof left, it would leave a soul-piercing wound in Yun Che's heart.
The almost terrifying pleasure on Long Bai's face indicated that the words about to come out would surely cause Yun Che great trauma... And Chi Wuyue vaguely felt that it might not even be a temporary fabrication.
"Ah, right." Yun Che quickly nodded. The bloody battle was over. Facing Mu Xuanyin, who had been lost and found, now so close, he began to feel at a loss: "For you to execute him is... naturally... the best."
Behind him, Yan Yi, Yan Er, and Yan San felt their hairs stand on end.
These three old monsters had an extremely high level of spiritual perception. At this moment, they clearly sensed a sense of unease from Yun Che.
The Demon Lord, who killed Dragon Emperors and Withered Dragons like dogs, seemed to be... afraid of this woman!?
They all memorized Mu Xuanyin's aura and every characteristic of her form, and her status in their hearts instantly surpassed all previous "ancestors."
Their gazes toward her instantly became deeply humble and ingratiating—even though they were only facing her back.
"Mmm..."
A soft moan came from Caizhi's lips in his arms. Yun Che immediately looked down and gently called: "Caizhi... Caizhi?"
At this moment, Chi Wuyue's figure flickered lightly, coming to the side of Long Bai's head. A thread of Nirvana Wheel Divine Soul was silently and tracelessly released, sweeping toward the wisps of Long Bai's soul that were dissipating.
In an instant, it was retrieved. A small portion of Long Bai's thoughts from half an hour before his death was successfully read... Chi Wuyue's expression changed slightly, then instantly returned to normal.
Mu Xuanyin glanced at her, her icy pupils moving sharply, but she did not ask.
Caizhi did not wake up. She changed position slightly under the gentle support of Yun Che's arm and fell back into deep sleep.