# Chapter 1605: No More Sorrow
Half a broken mirror accompanied the void, and thus the curtain fell.
The cold starry sky, the dim universe, stained with imperial blood, suspended with the remnants of a great emperor's bones—cold, desolate, and mournful.
His entire life had been one of toil, and finally this day had come. No more bloody battles, no more arduous journeys—only eternal slumber.
"Ah..."
Ye Fan roared, shaking the universe, filled with grief and fury. His eyes were bloodshot, his pupils nearly splitting apart, yet he could change nothing. There was no turning back the tide.
This was the end of a Human Clan Great Emperor.
In the depths of the universe, myriad beings wailed. Through the collective power of sentient beings' thoughts, many came to know of all this. Their hearts were bitter and sour—such an ending evoked sighs of sorrow.
"Great Emperor, Little Ancestor!"
Another person roared in grief from the depths of the universe. Ji Haoyue's body trembled violently. He ground his teeth to dust, and large drops of bloody tears rolled down.
"The final battle, the ultimate battle... thus the blood is drained, even the Dao bones have been offered..." Wailing sounds came from every domain, like bitter wind and cold rain.
Ye Fan murmured. In that final moment, he had clearly seen several figures—half a broken body, was it Emperor Void, or Ji Zi, or the Yellow Emperor? He hated to the point of madness, roaring with grief and fury.
Thus the curtain fell, thus he vanished from the mortal world—how could one bear this? This desolation brought deep despair. A revered Great Emperor had fallen like this.
The eight desolates shook, the universe resonated, the ten thousand Daos trembled, heaven and earth felt it.
"Void, heh, finally dead!" Light-Dark Supreme said mercilessly.
"Kill!" Upon hearing this, Ye Fan's eyes nearly split open. What else could be done at this moment? Only battle—sacrifice the enemy's blood to Void, to comfort his heroic spirit.
All beings resonated. Void's remaining imprint had not yet completely dissipated. They saw and heard this word "kill," and all angrily roared along with him.
"Kill!"
It shook heaven and earth apart. Light-Dark Supreme, who had been striding forward first, shuddered violently, struck by a massive killing intent. His entire body flew sideways, and even his Immortal Platform developed a crack—he had suffered a severe loss!
This result shocked the others greatly, all their expressions changing.
But Light-Dark Supreme steadied himself, his face cold enough to terrify. His eyes were deep and dark. The combined thought power of all beings couldn't kill him—he was truly too powerful. One could imagine how difficult it would be to eliminate him.
What a pity. Void's imprint had scattered, and the thought power that surged from the beings' anger had also dissipated, unable to strike again.
"Just an insect, struggling until now. Even Void is dead. What meaning is there in your continued existence? Reap your life!" Divine Ruins Lord also spoke, stepping forward.
Boom!
An even more brutal battle erupted. Four Supremes made their move, pressing forward to kill. Ye Fan fought desperately. He was an ant, far inferior to the Supremes, like looking up at a giant dragon. But now he had a chance to fight, already viewing death as returning home, caring nothing for his life.
Meanwhile, Eternal Universe Great Emperor's entire body flowed with light, burning slowly. That was the imperial origin—he was staking his life for a final bloody battle, exerting his last bit of strength in this Dark Calamity.
The two words "Great Emperor" were as heavy as mountains. Ye Fan roared in grief. Seeing Eternal Universe slowly glowing, he choked and couldn't speak. He knew another venerable person might soon depart.
"Boom!"
In the depths of the universe, on a floating shattered continent, the Holy Prince roared. This was the burial ground of the Battle-Saint Ape Lineage. He desperately entered, raising the Immortal Iron Staff, hoping to find the Saint Emperor's slaughter formation.
What a pity—the formation was already incomplete. Finally, he let out a roar and hurled the Immortal Iron Staff, carrying an incomplete formation into the starry sky.
Void, or perhaps Ji Zi's remnant body, drifted in the dark universe. Along with Ye Fan's roar, the Holy Prince sensed it all. His hair stood on end with rage, his hatred driving him mad.
The Immortal Iron Staff left his hand, carrying his grief and fury, entrusting the divine spirit within the staff to bring the slaughter formation into battle, fighting until heaven and earth shattered.
"Awrooo!"
This was a world-shaking roar, so powerful that even the unawakened existences in the Primordial Ancient Mine stirred, emitting divine light to gaze at the brilliant Immortal Iron Staff in the universe.
That pitch-black iron staff radiated ten thousand auspicious clouds, a billion strands of immortal light, erupting with heaven-defying might as it charged toward the battlefield.
Most terrifying of all, behind the iron staff appeared a golden figure, majestic beyond compare, dominating the world, terrifying to the extreme—as if the Battle Saint Emperor in his prime had been reborn.
In an instant, the Immortal Iron Staff brought the slaughter formation to the cosmic battlefield, cleaving straight down, targeting the Supreme who was hunting Ye Fan. The roar collapsed the starry sky.
"Clang!"
Light-Dark Supreme and the others had intended to finish off Ye Fan, to let the ant become dust early, because Emperor Wu Shi's blood was nearly exhausted. But at this moment, an Immortal Iron Staff smashed down, catching everyone off guard.
It was very special. With a rumble, it shattered the staff in Light-Dark Supreme's hand that had been cracked by the Void Mirror, smashing directly into his body, nearly cleaving him in two.
Part of his head was crushed, half his face was a bloody mess, bones broken, blood dripping—a miserable sight.
"Battle Saint Emperor!"
The four Supremes were all startled. They naturally saw that this wasn't just the power of the Immortal Iron Staff—the heaviest pressure came from the enormous Saint Ape following behind it.
His entire body was covered in brilliant fur, his form towering in the starry sky like a long heavenly wall, intimidating the mortal world. His eyes were as deep as the sea—it was he who held the staff and struck down.
Light-Dark Supreme groaned, showing pain. That strike was more severe than imagined, actually damaging his Immortal Platform, creating terrifying cracks.
For a Supreme, this was the most terrifying thing. To achieve longevity in this world, they needed to keep their Immortal Platform undecaying—they absolutely could not suffer such calamity.
"So this is it—the unwilling battle intent left behind when the Battle Saint Emperor transformed into a War Immortal, not yet dissipated, born within this Immortal Iron Staff!" Stone Emperor said coldly.
This startled everyone. The Battle Saint Emperor of that era had been too overbearing and fierce, ultimately meeting a bad end, exploding to death when he defied heaven to transform into a War Immortal.
That battle intent was naturally powerful. No wonder it nearly cleaved Light-Dark Supreme upon appearing, even wounding his Immortal Platform—truly astonishing.
Ye Fan's pupils flickered uncertainly. He had seen this Saint Emperor Dharma Body before, when Victory Buddha had brought the Immortal Iron Staff to the Primordial Ancient Mine to retrieve life stones.
Heaven-Abandoning Supreme sneered: "Indeed very powerful, and never self-castrated, but ultimately just battle intent. It can only manifest a few times before being completely extinguished!"
"Wenglong"—that Saint Ape swept horizontally with the iron staff, and behind him a formation flew out and exploded, attacking Stone Emperor and the other three Supremes.
This place boiled over again. Originally, under the powerful assault of the four Supremes, Eternal Universe Great Emperor and Ye Fan had shown signs of decline. But now there were signs of reversal.
The battlefield seethed. Supreme blood flew, bones cracked. But alas, the undying Saint Emperor battle intent lasted only a moment before finally disappearing.
Moreover, the remnant formation shattered, ceasing to exist. Only the Immortal Iron Staff remained, still erupting with auspicious colors.
In the end, it wasn't the Battle Saint Emperor himself, only his battle intent. It had wounded a Supreme, and now it too had vanished, unable to remain in this world.
Everything returned to the starting point. The blood of Emperor Wu Shi in Ye Fan's hands grew less and less, nearly dry. The secret techniques emitted by the Beginningless Scripture weakened in power. Though they had swept away the Supremes and made them bleed, it was no longer as majestic as at the beginning.
And Eternal Universe Great Emperor was too exhausted, covered in blood. After all, he was not the man of yesteryear, lacking the world-swallowing combat power of his prime. He fought with great difficulty, imperial blood burning, his body emitting light—completely staking his life.
Clearly, he had one goal: at the very least, to take a Supreme with him to death. Even if he couldn't truly quell the Dark Calamity, he would reduce the number of living Supremes to a minimum, thereby decreasing casualties among the myriad beings of the universe.
This was a sorrowful choice, a cruel reality. This was no longer the past—he was powerless to suppress all calamities, only able to strive to reduce the blood tribulation of the mortal world.
The two of them swayed, on the verge of being struck down to death at any moment. But at this time, the imperial artifacts suddenly erupted again in a concentrated burst, disregarding consequences, even if it meant injuring the divine spirits within.
The Great Emperor's passing, the half-shattering of the Void Mirror—scene after scene of tragic song—drove them completely into a frenzy!
The battlefield situation was shifting!
"Light-Dark Supreme's Immortal Platform has cracks. Today, I will try to bring him along the road with me." Eternal Universe Great Emperor's calm voice entered Ye Fan's ears.
This made his heart sink, feeling a kind of pain. Clearly, this Great Emperor had little life left, could no longer hold on, and would use his last strength to kill a Supreme.
"Perhaps I can let the Great Emperor conserve some strength, to kill one more Supreme!" Ye Fan responded. He needed the right moment, waiting for the Supremes to tire and let down their guard.
"Boom!"
The Beginningless Scripture rumbled, shaking out beam after beam of light. But the blood in the vase in Ye Fan's hand had reached the bottom, nearly dry.
"An ant wants to look up into the world of heavenly dragons—this is not overreaching, but pitiful." Light-Dark Supreme arrived, misaligned with the other Supremes, finally coming to kill Ye Fan again.
At this moment, he was covered in blood, covered in wounds, his essence energy severely depleted. Moreover, his Immortal Platform had cracks. If he didn't die, his harm would undoubtedly be the greatest!
Because he needed to repair his Immortal Platform, which would require devouring the most living beings—he absolutely had to be killed!
Ye Fan used the Beginningless Scripture in his hands to desperately attack forward. Then, suddenly, his gaze blazed, and eighty-one great banners flew out, shaking the starry sky.
At this moment, heaven and earth collapsed, ghosts wailed and gods howled. Stars were like candles, extinguished by a gust of wind. The entire star domain dimmed.
"Immortal Emperor!" Divine Ruins Lord cried out in alarm.
"How could it be his imperial-level forbidden artifact?!" Even Stone Emperor was startled, showing a grave expression.
Everyone was stunned. Immortal Emperor's reputation was too great, shaking the ages. After Emperor Venerable, he was an existence worshipped as a supreme god by many great clans throughout the universe.
No one rushed over to stop him—none wanted to invite disaster upon themselves. This was an imperial-level forbidden artifact, existing solely for destruction.
So-called forbidden artifacts were magical instruments that could only be used once or a few times. Different ranks, different power—they were destined to be completely destroyed in battle, self-destructing to kill others.
What kind of person was Immortal Emperor? The imperial forbidden artifact he left behind was naturally world-shaking. Its power couldn't compare to the recently broken Green Copper Cauldron, but the divine energy released upon explosion would not be much weaker.
At this moment, Light-Dark Supreme was covered in wounds, bones broken. Facing such an attack, he naturally fell into a dangerous situation. Moreover, his Immortal Platform had cracks, making it difficult to achieve ultimate sublimation in a short time—impossible.
What a pity, Ye Fan sighed inwardly. These great banners had cracks and could only be used once. If they could be used multiple times, perhaps they could inflict unbearable heavy damage on an ancient Supreme.
"Roar!"
Eternal Universe Great Emperor transformed into a streak of fire and flew over, his entire body burning. He was staking his life, exerting his final effort. The flames engulfed Light-Dark Supreme.
Stone Emperor stood coldly to the side. Divine Ruins Lord and Heaven-Abandoning Supreme also did not rescue him, because they knew Light-Dark Supreme was finished. His Immortal Platform had been ignited by Eternal Universe Great Emperor—no one could save him now.
Whoever went forward would invite disaster upon themselves!
The three Supremes no longer looked at Eternal Universe Great Emperor and Light-Dark Supreme. They coldly fixed their gazes on Ye Fan. Now only one ant remained—no one could block their path.
"Void is dead, Eternal Universe will also fall. Vent your grief and pain to your heart's content, and then offer sacrifice."
Divine Ruins Lord spoke, with a trace of contempt. This was disdain—because of strength, they had reached the absolute peak, acting recklessly and without restraint in heaven and earth.
"Emperor Void has fallen, Eternal Universe Great Emperor will also perish. Now I have no more sorrow, only full battle intent remains. Even if I die, I will make you pay the price!"
Ye Fan's voice was cold. There were no more tears, he couldn't even wail. At this point, there was only battle!