# Chapter 1953: Ultimate Divine Ashes
The eighteen golden divine rays, the Nanming Divine Source that could generate generations of powerful Nanming Divine Emperors and Nanming Kings through inheritance, had now transformed into eighteen extraordinarily dazzling and brilliant stars, all attached to a single person.
Chi Wuyue and the others were rapidly moving away, but naturally, they would not truly leave.
Watching from afar, the eighteen golden stars simultaneously gleamed within her condensed demonic pupils.
"Eighteen..." she murmured softly. Even her soul, as strong as it was, was momentarily stunned into a daze.
Just sixteen days ago, he had only been able to command four strands of the Nanming Divine Source.
Shui Meiyin said, "In the Zhou Tian Divine Realm for a month, he originally expected to be able to control at least ten divine sources. But he underestimated the subtle changes he had undergone in these past few years."
"By the time he left the Zhou Tian Divine Realm, he could already command and control all the remaining Nanming Divine Source simultaneously."
"He said that, in this way, his power beyond the limit should be enough to last at least thirty breaths."
"Thirty breaths..." Chi Wuyue's soul found no relief in this. "What difference would three hundred breaths make?"
Thirty breaths of demigod power, even if it could truly surpass Mo Beichen, and even if the time were extended a hundredfold, killing a demigod would still be utterly impossible.
"Brother Yun Che has his own plans," Shui Meiyin said, her watery eyes gathering starlight as she gazed at the distant figure. Her light, ethereal voice flowed into everyone's hearts like a clear spring. "If it's him, there will surely be a miracle."
"If there is no miracle, then let's watch him well... watch the final starlight he blooms for us."
Back then, Mo Beichen had faintly sensed his demigod aura from afar.
Now that the divine source was manifest, it would naturally prick at his nerves.
Therefore, Yun Che gave Mo Beichen no chance to react. The Evil God Realm Gate suddenly burst open.
Evil Soul — Heart Incineration — Purgatory — Heaven-Shattering — Yama King —
Divine Ashes!!
Boom——
Under Divine Ashes, the power erupting from Yun Che was one that this world could not withstand—a true doomsday force.
Just from the burst of his aura, the surrounding space of ten thousand li was already covered in cracks, and the nearby space shattered layer by layer.
"Ugh! AHH!!"
This scream came from none other than Qi Tianli.
He was the closest to Yun Che. The moment Divine Ashes erupted, the too-terrifying force compressed his front body as if by a massive meteor, causing his features, chest, abdomen, and limbs to all undergo violent deformation for a short period.
Then, as if struck by a meteor from beyond the heavens, he was sent flying far, far away.
Below, the cultivators from the three realms who had not yet retreated far were all caught without exception.
Amidst continuous screams, those Divine Lords and Divine Sovereigns, who were regarded as immensely powerful in the eyes of the world, were all blasted away in an instant—some ten li, some a hundred li, some a thousand li...
Like wind scattering sand.
In the blink of an eye, the vast space was left with only Yun Che and Mo Beichen.
The air was filled with a fine mist of blood, but it was instantly annihilated, disappearing without a trace.
"..." Mo Beichen slowly raised his head, his eyes fixed on Yun Che, releasing a gleam entirely different from any moment before.
"Ugh... ugh... ugh..."
"Cough... cough, cough, cough..."
Figures were still tumbling and rolling, with painful groans sounding everywhere.
Cang Shitian, who had been rolling for a while, finally climbed up from the ground. He spat out the gravel and dirt in his mouth, paid no attention to anyone around him, and stared straight at Yun Che in the distance.
The terrifying aura emanating from Yun Che did not shock or frighten him. Instead, his features were violently twisted by countless invisible hands, distorting into horrifying shapes.
His eyes released a monstrous, eerie gleam even more ferocious than a rabid beast.
"Th...that is..."
"That... is the Cloud Emperor?"
Almost everyone had suffered injuries of varying degrees. The Divine Sovereigns had broken arms, shattered bones, and ruptured internal organs.
But no one bothered to tend to their wounds. Some knelt on one knee, some lay sprawled on the ground—all stared blankly into the distance, their eyes, hearts, hands, and souls trembling incessantly.
The shock at this moment was enough to shatter hearts and souls.
The Cloud Emperor ruled over the four divine regions, with myriad realms submitting, and no one had ever questioned his power.
In the battle with the Western Region, they witnessed just how powerful the Cloud Emperor was—it was power beyond their imagination, crushing even the Long Emperor, who had dominated for hundreds of thousands of years, into near annihilation.
But even if they dreamed a thousand dreams, they never could have imagined... let alone believed, that Yun Che could unleash such power.
"Ugh..." Qi Tianli sat slumped on the ground. Although he had taken the brunt of the impact, as a Qilin Emperor, he was not seriously injured.
But he seemed to have lost his soul, staring blankly into the distance in a posture completely unbefitting of a Divine Emperor, and for a long time, he did not stand up.
Huo Poyun's figure flickered as he quickly gathered the scattered Yan Wancang, Yan Juehai, and Huo Rulie to his side using profound energy. Then he slowly soothed their injuries and the surging blood within them.
"Poyun, are you... alright?" Huo Rulie asked, clutching his chest, his voice pained, but his gaze toward the distance was equally filled with deep shock.
"Mm, perfectly fine, Master, rest assured," Huo Poyun replied.
Indeed, he was completely unharmed.
When Yun Che's Divine Ashes erupted, a strand of power from Mo Beichen had enveloped him and pushed him away.
He looked up into the distance. Compared to the others around him, who were terrified out of their wits, his expression was eerily calm.
Zzzz~
Zzzz~
Tear!!
Torn space rifts twisted like black lightning, hissing without end.
The earth seemed to have been sliced flat by a sharp knife, smooth as a mirror.
The sky was sinking continuously, accompanied by muffled roars—sometimes like angry bellows, sometimes like trembling wails.
Mo Beichen's long hair was swept up, rustling loudly. His eyes narrowed into two thin slits, a faint curve on his lips—half surprise, half amusement, but not a hint of wariness.
This is the power born from the dual inheritance of the Element Creation God and the Heaven's Calamity Demon Emperor...
How wonderful!
This will surely be the greatest opportunity for the great Abyss Emperor to fulfill his grand ambition!
And it is a gift... and compensation bestowed upon me by fate.
He reached out his hand, palm aimed directly at Yun Che's throat, evoking the miserable state he had reduced him to earlier: "Even with the gifts of antiquity, you are still but a base mortal of this world. You will never understand how ignorant and foolish you truly are."
"Don't actually think that with this momentary..."
Before he could finish his words, a demonic light suddenly filled the heavens before him.
The Heaven's Calamity Demon Emperor Sword was drawn, instantly extinguishing all light in the world, rolling with the deepest darkness straight toward Mo Beichen's head.
Yun Che's current state, at best, would only last about thirty breaths. And once the Nanming Divine Source was spent, it would never appear again.
How could he allow himself to waste even a single moment?
He had no chance of defeating Mo Beichen, nor did he intend to stalemate him. His goal was to thrust the Heaven's Calamity Demon Emperor Sword into his body within these thirty-plus breaths!
Just one strike!
At any cost!
Mo Beichen had managed to finish two sentences only because Yun Che had to first adapt to and condense the wildly rampaging power of Divine Ashes.
And his first strike... was a full-force, unreserved blast!
In the Northern Divine Region, he had killed Fen Daojun with a burst of Divine Ashes. Half a month ago, he had slaughtered Nan Zhaoguang and Nan Zhaoming. Both times, he had not used full power. The greater the power, the heavier the backlash and the shorter the time the divine source could sustain him.
This was the first time he had struck with full force in the Divine Ashes state. The Eternal Calamity Demon Flame blazed fiercely on the Heaven's Calamity Demon Emperor Sword. The terrible backlash made Yun Che clearly feel at least hundreds of cracks splitting open across his body.
He ignored the pain, did not roar, only the ferocious demonic light exploding and surging in his pupils.
Mo Beichen unhurriedly raised his hand, clearly intending to catch the Heaven's Calamity Demon Emperor Sword with one hand, in the most casual manner possible.
But as the sword, carrying darkness, approached, his slightly tilted brows twitched sharply.
Half a month ago, after Yun Che had activated Divine Ashes, Mo Beichen had briefly sensed his aura from the distant Western Divine Region, and again after teleporting to the Eastern Divine Region.
At that time, although he was greatly surprised, it was only surprise.
That power had indeed stepped into the demigod realm, but it was still inferior to his own, utterly insufficient to pose any threat.
But Yun Che's power had always existed beyond common sense and cognition.
Whether in this world or in the Abyss.
This demigod-level power did not originate from the "Divine Annihilation Realm" cultivation base as recognized by the Abyss, but... erupted from a Divine Sovereign realm that was separated by ten thousand heavenly chasms!
Even he himself sometimes did not know his true upper limit.
The Eternal Calamity Demon Flame, fused from the Dark Eternal Calamity and Crimson Flame, was unique to Yun Che—power far beyond cognition!
The vastly greater-than-expected pressure already made Mo Beichen's brows twitch violently. And as the demonic flame drew near, an unprecedented, terrifying burning sensation pierced through flesh and blood straight to the marrow.
His entire nervous system spasmed instantly.
Mo Beichen's half-extended arm sharply withdrew, and then both arms thrust forward simultaneously as his demigod power erupted violently, instantly turning the world ahead into a horrifying void of destruction.
Hummm——!!!!
In this godless world, over a million years of era changes, the first collision of demigod-level forces took place.
In thousands of pupils, dilated to the extreme, the world seemed to twist and shatter in an instant, then exploded into a domain of destruction vast enough to obliterate any star realm.
At the center of that domain, the figures of Yun Che and Mo Beichen stood close at hand.
Mo Beichen paid the price for his arrogance. His hasty strike failed to blast Yun Che away. Instead, his demigod domain was rapidly severed by the Heaven's Calamity Demon Emperor Sword, and his arm was struck heavily by the blade wreathed in black flames.
Mo Beichen's arms shook, his upper body bent—to him, this was merely a bit of embarrassment.
But the sudden pain on his arm made him feel as if he had instantly fallen into purgatory.
His features twisted violently. The Abyss Knight's iron will kept him from screaming, but he could not bear it. His eyes nearly split as he abruptly withdrew, tearing a long scar through the destructive domain.
He lowered his gaze to his arm, where a slanting inch-long burn mark lay.
He truly could not believe that such a tiny wound could bring pain so intense it nearly tore apart his will.
His gaze turned cold, rising with the anger befitting an Abyss Knight.
But before his knightly wrath could shoot from his eyes toward Yun Che, Yun Che's blood-streaked demonic pupils had already reflected into his soul.
Without giving Mo Beichen, or himself, even a moment's respite, Yun Che's second strike was already raging forth. Before the Eternal Calamity Demon Flame even touched his body, it seared his soul.
Sometimes, a shadow is cast in but an instant.
Even for an Abyss Knight.
Facing the Eternal Calamity Demon Flame again, Mo Beichen's figure instantly sank. His power struck from behind, greatly distorting the trajectory of the Heaven's Calamity Demon Emperor Sword within the suddenly twisting domain of destruction.
Then, profound light condensed sharply in his hands. His palms turned a deep bronze color, and he struck straight at Yun Che's chest.
But Yun Che's posture did not pause at all. The Heaven's Calamity Demon Emperor Sword reversed in an instant... He made no move to dodge or defend, nor did he retract even a shred of power to protect himself.
He completely ignored the demigod power hurtling toward his chest.
All he wanted was to fight to the death!
On the sword, not only was the black flame ferocious, but a dark wolf shadow with eyes like demonic abysses also appeared.
Mo Beichen's soul twitched violently.
This single sword strike was far stronger than the previous one!
It was even stronger than his own limit!
If struck head-on, he would surely suffer a not-insignificant injury!
He was the proud, powerful Abyss Knight, bestowed with the name "Guardian."
How could a mortal of this world be worthy of injuring him!
His hand, reaching for Yun Che, withdrew abruptly. He crossed his arms before his chest, forming a strange, dark-yellow barrier.
Boom————!!
The heaven-devouring demonic flame, accompanied by a world-shaking wolf howl, dyed the heavens and earth of this Tai Chu Divine Realm, and every pupil, a terrifying, dark blood color.
Amid the roar that annihilated all sound, Mo Beichen let out a muffled groan as he was sent flying down. When he hit the ground, he smashed a thousand-li chasm, then bounced up again, flying dozens of li before barely stopping.
His hair was disheveled, his silver armor stained with dust, his eyes blazing with fury.
A thin trail of blood slowly trickled from the corner of his lips...
He had actually... been wounded!
Zheng!
A strand of Nanming Divine Source stopped shining on Yun Che's body, like a star that had lost its eternal light.
The violent backlash from that strike sent blood spraying from Yun Che's mouth, and his body briefly lost balance.
But before the blood in his throat had even finished spilling, he was already rushing toward Mo Beichen, dragging a trail of blood, unleashing a single strike that shrouded a hundred li of space around him.
Boom!!
Thunder shook the world, darkness blotted out the sky. Above the sky, which had become a complete calamity, Mo Beichen was once again heavily repelled.
In the distance, the cultivators, already shocked out of their wits, now felt as if they had fallen into the most absurd and ridiculous dream.
That was a power they could not understand, could not touch.
But anyone could clearly see...
That man from the Abyss, whose strength had utterly plunged them into despair, was completely at a disadvantage under the Cloud Emperor's sword!