# Chapter 1936: Calamity Prelude
Mo Beichen's five spread fingers suddenly clenched, and in an instant, it felt as if the space of the entire heavens and earth was being torn and compressed.
The ashen sky directly collapsed, and the massive dragon body of the Primordial Dragon Emperor was also riddled with wounds under this terrifying force that completely surpassed cognition.
In merely a few breaths, the severity of the injuries it had sustained had already surpassed the battle with the Western Divine Realm back then.
Also in merely a few breaths, it knew it had fallen into an inescapable death situation... The force being applied to it was one that simply should not exist in the present age.
**Roar————**
This dragon roar was far more piercing than before, and also far more soul-shaking... It commanded all the Primordial Dragons not to approach, warned the Primordial beings of the arrival of calamity, and itself still drove all of its Primordial Dragon power, swinging its resisting dragon claws at this external calamity.
A hundred miles... ten miles... a thousand zhang...
Its body was torn and broken layer by layer, and the speed of its pounce became slower and weaker.
Finally, its dragon shadow halted in midair, frozen a hundred zhang in front of Mo Beichen... Then it shattered into several segments and fell powerlessly.
The Dragon Emperor's roar also vanished eternally from the Tai Chu Divine Realm.
The resisting dragon claws carrying the pride of the dragon ultimately failed to touch the fierce shadow from the abyss before them.
In the battle with the Western Region, it was heavily injured by Long Bai and fought fiercely with a group of dragon gods, yet it did not fall.
After Long Bai's death, it was the strongest dragon of the present age.
Today, before it could even touch the opponent, it met a tragic end.
**Boom!!**
The final dragon might stirred up ten thousand li of wind and sand, but only lifted Mo Beichen's hair and the corners of his robes.
His arm lowered unhurriedly, and Mo Beichen gave a low snort: "Not a bad will. Unfortunately, the aloofness of the dragon race makes them unsuitable to become guide dogs; they will only become stumbling stones."
"Before welcoming the arrival of the Abyss Emperor, what we must do is..."
**Shing!!**
At that moment, an extremely sharp screeching sound rang out, Mo Beichen's voice suddenly stopped, his gaze abruptly shifted, and even his body experienced a moment of abnormal turbulence.
Because the aura he was pressing down on the two people in the distance had been forcibly punctured by an unusually sharp presence.
The locked space violently churned, and Jun Xilei stumbled, heavily falling to the ground... At the same time, a sword ray pierced through the air and struck the jade at her waist.
The jade shattered, bringing with it a flash of crimson divine light.
"Hm!?" Mo Beichen's gaze trembled, seemingly unable to believe that someone in this world could forcibly tear through his power suppression.
However, he immediately flipped his palm, and the gap in his aura instantly disappeared, pressing down again with increased weight.
**Ugh!**
Jun Xilei let out a muffled groan, once again pressed down by the weight of ten thousand mountains.
She gritted her teeth and turned her head with all her strength... In her eyes were endless fear, endless sorrow and grief.
Jun Wuming still stood proudly there, and even the doubled aura could not force him to bend his knees.
His white hair slowly fluttered, and his body was coated with a faint layer of white radiance... And every strand of that radiance contained ten thousand sword energies.
In his aged eyes, endless and boundless sword shadows also danced.
*Sword... Unsheathe...*
These two words, filled with illusion and despair, appeared in Jun Xilei's soul and eyes... This moment's image was also eternally engraved into her life.
"In this turbulent age, calamity rises again."
At her ear, she heard Jun Wuming's voice, gentle as water: "Lei'er, no matter what lies ahead, you must live well."
**Shing~~**
Jun Wuming's figure turned ethereal, his hair, flesh, blood, bones, will, and soul transforming into ten thousand sword rays, piercing Mo Beichen's aura with ten thousand ravines.
Mo Beichen's body jerked backward, his face changing slightly for the first time.
And on Jun Xilei's body, crimson divine light enveloped her. Her lips parted, but before she could utter a single word, she vanished from where she stood.
"Hm?"
Mo Beichen's gaze moved, and his body tore through space, almost instantly shifting to where Jun Xilei had been. Then his brow sank heavily.
Though only a moment had passed, he barely touched any spatial traces of the just-completed teleportation.
Around him, sword rays interwove into a vast and dreamlike sword formation, slowly dispersing between heaven and earth as they danced.
But this magnificent scene released by the Sword Lord with his own body did not appear in the eyes of any living person of this generation.
"Knight Commander, how is it?"
The ones called "Zhaoguang" and "Zhaoming" quickly caught up. They sensed Mo Beichen's change in expression and asked in low voices.
Mo Beichen flicked his arm and said coolly: "That old man actually pierced my aura with his sword energy. As for that little girl, the spatial power that sent her away was somewhat strange, and I couldn't even find the teleportation traces."
"Hmph! It seems the beings of this world are not entirely useless."
"Heh," Nan Zhaoming chuckled lowly: "They could have become the guides for the Abyss to take over this world, but they chose death over this supreme honor. How foolish."
Mo Beichen turned around, his gaze sweeping over the six: "Find the exit of this world. Beyond that exit is a place called the Divine Realm..."
"And there lies our true homeland! A new world that will belong to us in the future."
"As attendant knights and squire knights, you should know what great mission and glory has descended upon you at this moment."
He spread his arms, his eyes blazing, and shouted in a low voice: "Clear the obstacles, control the realms. Then make this world prostrate itself in submission and respectfully welcome the arrival of the Abyss Emperor!"
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Above the Emperor Yun City.
In the lower hall, within the contained space, Cai Zhi sat slumped on the ground, panting heavily.
After a full three hours of all-out combat, she was completely exhausted. Meanwhile, Yun Che on the opposite side was like nothing had happened, walking over with a calm face and not even breathing hard. He sat down in front of her and said with a smile: "As expected of my Cai Zhi, your sword might is becoming more and more formidable. I feel like all the bones in my body are about to be shaken apart."
Cai Zhi shot him a sidelong glance and snorted: "Your bones are harder than your face. I don't have the ability to shake them apart."
Yun Che touched his own face with a serious expression, then suddenly said: "Cai Zhi, there's no one left in this world that needs you to personally deal with. So why have you been training so hard all these years?"
Cai Zhi was stunned for a moment, then said: "Probably... I want to reach the height my brother was at back then."
Yun Che pondered for a moment and said: "I feel that you have probably already surpassed your brother now."
"Not enough!" Cai Zhi's eyes focused, her tone hateful: "At least one day, I will be able to rely on my own strength to give that woman Qianye a good beating... Hmph!"
Yun Che shook his head and laughed: "I knew it..."
The sins Qianye Ying'er had committed back then... had now become the most headache-inducing thing for him.
After experiencing the battle with the Western Divine Realm, Cai Zhi no longer had the same intense killing intent toward Qianye Ying'er as before, but that definitely did not mean the hatred had dissipated.
Every time Cai Zhi and Qianye Ying'er met, the clash of their gazes and auras made his scalp tingle.
"Continue!"
Cai Zhi stood up at this moment, the Celestial Wolf Demonic Sword once again appearing in her small and delicate hands. She looked ahead and said very seriously: "Heavenly Wound Heartless Sword has tremendous power, but it must be driven by erupting hatred... I must find a way to modify it, so as not to betray the Celestial Wolf power and the only remaining Star God name left to me by my brother."
"Good!" Yun Che also stood up, extending his arm.
But before the Heaven's Calamity Demon Emperor Sword could even appear, Cai Zhi's delicate body suddenly trembled. Then the divine light condensed in her starry eyes abruptly extinguished, and even the Xuan energy on her body suddenly went silent.
"What's wrong?" Yun Che frowned and quickly asked.
Cai Zhi's lips parted, and she let out a whisper filled with deep disbelief: "The Primordial Dragon Emperor... is dead."
"...!?" Yun Che's face showed shock.
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Yan Yi, Yan Er, and Yan San were crouching side by side in front of the Emperor Yun Great Hall, staring blankly ahead with nothing to do.
"Ah," Yan San spat out a mouthful of turbid air: "It's been so long since I killed anyone, my bones are starting to itch. When will this boring-as-bird-droppings life ever end?"
"You old ghost, you talk too much nonsense." Yan Er said gloomily: "Or do you want the Master to throw you back into the Eternal Dark Bone Sea?"
Yan San abruptly shrank his withered neck.
A figure carrying imperial might rapidly approached. It was none other than Emperor Xuanyuan of the Southern Domain in person. Looking up at the three Yan Ancestors all present, this Southern Domain Divine Emperor's aura instantly weakened by more than half, and he even hastily bowed: "Three Yan Ancestor seniors, Xuanyuan has an important matter to report to the Cloud Emperor. I beg..."
Before he could finish, Yan San had already let out a hoarse, sinister voice: "The Master is currently in closed-door cultivation. He will see no one for nearly two months. Withdraw."
"But..."
"Scram!"
"Ah... yes, yes, yes." The demonic might of the three Yan Ancestors was terrifying beyond measure. The dignified Emperor Xuanyuan was so startled he shuddered, dared not say another word, hastily retreated, then turned and flew away.
An hour later, Cang Shitian floated through the air, stepping onto the Emperor Yun City.
The Cang Shitian of today was no longer the same as before. The title of Supreme Arbiter Commander made his status in the Divine Realm slightly above that of the various Divine Emperors. When facing the three Yan Ancestors, he still maintained a composed demeanor, without the fear that Emperor Xuanyuan had shown.
"Three Yan Ancestor seniors, Shitian has an urgent matter that requires the Cloud Emperor's decision. Might I ask if the Cloud Emperor is in the hall?"
"The Master is currently in closed-door cultivation. He will see no one for nearly two months. Withdraw." Yan San didn't even bother to open half an eye, repeating in a sinister, weak voice.
"Then Shitian will not disturb you. Farewell."
Without saying another word, Cang Shitian turned directly and left.
"Pfft!" Yan San viciously spat: "Told him to scram and he actually scrammed. Why won't some blind fool come so we can give him a good beating?"
No sooner had Yan San finished muttering than the space in front suddenly flashed red. A figure fell rapidly, crashing to the ground.
Jun Xilei.
She knelt on the ground, utterly lost for a full few seconds, then suddenly woke up as if from a nightmare. She jerked her head up and immediately saw the three Yan Ancestors with their too-obvious external characteristics.
She shot up and flew toward the three of them, tears scattering from the corners of her eyes to both sides of her figure. As she neared them, she stumbled and fell to her knees, but had no time to stand. With a sobbing voice, she cried out: "Yun Che... where is Yun Che... I need to see him!"
"How dare you!" Yan San, who had been half-asleep with drowsiness, instantly widened his old eyes and cursed: "Where is this little brat from, daring to shout the Master's name directl—"
Before he could finish, he received a heavy kick on his ass, and the rest of his words were kicked back into his stomach.
After kicking Yan San flying, Yan Yi followed up with a cursing shout: "Are you blind! This is a woman!"
Hearing the word "woman," Yan San instantly sobered up, and the curse he was about to say was swallowed back again.
Although she was not an Imperial Consort, a woman who could directly descend onto Emperor Yun City... could she be an ordinary woman!?
"Little girl," Yan Er said with a "kind and gentle" expression: "The Master is currently in closed-door cultivation and cannot be disturbed. How about you come back another day to visit?"
"No, no!" Jun Xilei moved forward, shaking her head violently: "I must see him right now! Where is he... where... Yun Che... Yun Che!!"