Chapter 1609: The End of Darkness
That fluctuation was terrifying beyond measure, blood light illuminating half the universe in an instant. Void, heaven, earth, and stars were all dyed crimson by the rosy glow, as if a colossal blood sun had burst forth, its red radiance occupying half the cosmos.
A Great Emperor-level figure exploded, blood splattering across the present age. The power was unparalleled. That border wasteland of the universe was destroyed, galaxies dimmed and annihilated into nothingness.
This was an unimaginable great calamity, causing all living beings across the eight desolates of the universe to shiver in dread. It was an indescribable panic, as if their souls were about to shatter.
From a Forbidden Zone of Life, powerful divine thought fluctuations emerged, capturing the true result of the battle.
The next moment, the universe seemed to freeze, plunging into a deathly stillness. No sound remained; all things withered.
Was he dead? Had a Imperial-level expert thus concluded his tale, falling from the most glorious pinnacle, shattered to pieces, heading toward his end? This was the question on everyone's mind.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, blood light pierced the nine heavens. The fluctuations of a Great Emperor shook the world. The endless blood light and the qi yan (sorrowful and brilliant) rosy glow all flowed backward, reversing in an instant to reshape the Imperial body.
With a thunderous rumble, it was as if a Primordial Chaos Progenitor God was splitting heaven and earth, breaking free. The life fluctuations shook the primordial wilderness heaven and earth violently, sun, moon, and stars all trembling incessantly.
"Imperial battle... not yet over. A flawless Imperial-level expert cannot be destroyed!"
Some speculated that this might have been a deliberate self-destruction to reverse a losing trend. The strength of an Imperial body was boundless; truly exploding, that power was too vast, unimaginable.
A Great Emperor-level figure could be so fierce and ruthless, making one's hair stand on end!
"It is the Heaven-Abandoning Supreme. He is at a disadvantage, retreating beyond endless galaxies, fleeing to the border wasteland of the universe, forced to do this."
Everyone's hearts were in their throats, wondering if the white-robed woman had been injured. A Great Emperor exploding his body... using such violent means merely to recover from a disadvantage.
The great battle continued. The Soaring Immortal Force split the cosmos, growing even stronger, illuminating the universe, dazzling and brilliant.
From this, people knew that the Female Emperor should not have been greatly affected; otherwise, she would not have maintained such overwhelming momentum, consistent and unwavering. This was the style of an invincible, world-covering existence.
This battle raged until the primordial wilderness universe collapsed, stars turned to powder, and even some ancient life-bearing lands were affected.
To replenish his blood energy, the Heaven-Abandoning Supreme cruelly shifted the battlefield toward these directions, cold-blooded and merciless, turning two life-bearing stars into lands of blood, becoming cosmic dust.
However, he only had these two opportunities. Next, he was forced into the Heavenly Venerable battlefield of the Mythical Era, a place where Imperial-level figures had once clashed.
Legend has it that in the Mythical Era, multiple Emperors coexisted!
Here, there was no light, no life, no complete star rivers. Everywhere were fragments of stars, as well as enormous corpses, larger than an entire star domain.
The two fought, heaven collapsing and earth splitting, ghosts wailing and gods howling. All kinds of terrifying and bizarre events occurred. Especially in this Heavenly Venerable battlefield of the Mythical Era, a torrential rain of blood poured down, and streaks of black lightning flashed, thunderclap following thunderclap.
Vaguely, one could see endless heavenly soldiers and generals, along with a sea of underworld ghost soldiers, traversing the star domain, embarking on a campaign, destination unknown.
Unfortunately, in this Imperial battle, none of this was worth mentioning. All phenomena and strange scenes were ground to nothing. Amid the ruins of the galaxy, towering light burst forth.
Boom!
Once again, blood light shot into the sky, blood splattering across the universe. The Heavenly Venerable battlefield suffered a great collapse, and some enormous corpses exploded into ashes.
The Heaven-Abandoning Supreme shattered again. Blood light was like an ocean, surging and rolling, spreading across who knows how many light-years, terrifying the mortal world.
A true battle of Great Emperors, fought to this point, truly shook the mortal realm. That intensity was unparalleled, never seen in the past, something people dared not even imagine.
The human body could possess such immense power. If this continued, the universe could truly be destroyed. It was an endless storm, sweeping away all things, unstoppable.
"Is he dead?"
"Can the Dark Calamity end?"
However, not long after, the fluctuations of a Great Emperor continued, bursting forth with a supreme life force. The Imperial-level expert once again reorganized his Supreme Being body and threw himself back into battle.
So difficult. Possessing an almost indestructible body, a truly flawless Great Emperor was too strong. Killing one was truly too hard.
In the following half hour, the Heaven-Abandoning Supreme shattered a total of four times. The later times were all caused by the Soaring Immortal Force blasting him apart, killing him into broken bones and blood, even his primordial spirit exploding.
In the end, he finally perished, unable to resist, unable to survive this era.
On this day, cheers erupted everywhere, rising to the heavens, resounding across the sea of stars. It was the will of all living beings, merging together into a magnificent wave.
What about Stone Emperor?
Next, people seemed to hear the sounds of battle again, or perhaps it was just the clamor of the crowd. In the end, they only saw a great cocoon traversing the sky, flying over every ancient life-bearing land.
When everything calmed down, there was no more war, no more turmoil. The blood gradually dispersed, darkness was driven away, revealing the dawn.
A tall figure appeared like a demon king, pressing down so heavily that the heavens seemed about to crack. There was a suffocating fluctuation of power. He walked through one galaxy ruin and battlefield after another, observing the remnants.
"Is Stone Emperor dead? Did that woman fall into slumber again after the battle? I am still alive, and I will endure forever!"
He was a Greatly Accomplished Overlord Body. His thick hair was disheveled like a waterfall, his eyes terrifying. He walked among the galaxies, seeking the blood left by the Supreme, and even more so, searching for the half of Emperor Void's broken body. This battle had left behind too much, much of which he needed.
In the end, he too disappeared!
With this, the Dark Calamity came to an end. The most terrifying blood chaos and great tribulation in history thus concluded, its duration astonishingly short, much faster than expected.
But it had truly left behind too much sorrow.
"It's over, finally passed. The darkness of blood and tears has ended!"
"The great tribulation is over, and we are still alive!"
Cheers came from all directions, resounding through the clouds, celebrating survival through this end times. Everyone was excited to the extreme. Surviving was truly not easy.
All were survivors of a great disaster, gasping for air, then roaring at the sky. Only now could they more deeply appreciate the preciousness of life. Living was better than anything.
People vented freely, roaring with all their strength to express their feelings.
But in the end, when the cheers and excitement subsided, and people gradually quieted down, an atmosphere of grief and sorrow spread. Gradually, the sound of crying came.
"Wuwu..."
This calamity had killed too many people. One ancient life-bearing land after another had turned crimson. On the ground, corpses were piled up in heaps, taller than mountains, broader than seas.
"Child, where are you? Come back and see your mother." A white-haired old woman cried heart-wrenchingly, covered in blood, sitting slumped on the ground, feeling ice-cold all over.
"Father, don't die. I beg you, you have to live." A frail young girl shook a body vigorously, but blood only flowed from the man's mouth. His gaze dimmed, he weakly reached out a hand to touch her face, then lowered his head, no longer breathing.
"Mother, don't sleep. Get up, please get up." A three or four-year-old child wailed loudly, holding the arm of a body that had long gone cold, tears streaming from his big eyes.
And this was just a microcosm of the human tragedy. It was everywhere, not just in one star domain, but spread across a vast expanse of the universe. A bleak wind and bloody rain, gloomy clouds and dismal atmosphere.
This battle had cost too much. Many heroes had their bones in foreign lands. Though they lacked the strength of a Great Emperor, they still charged into battle beyond the stars, spilling blood across the starry sky.
In fact, many people had not even approached the battlefield before they exploded, turning into blood and bones. They had the will but not the power, and in the end, only let out an unyielding roar.
Such people were not few. Seeing the void darken, Eternal Universe spill blood, witnessing Gai Jiuyou's sorrow, they threw themselves into the fray without regard for their own safety. Though they achieved nothing, they ignited the flame of unyielding will in all living beings.
"What a pity. Too much has been buried, a weight too heavy to bear. So much sorrow." The Big Black Dog was dejected, sighing in the starry sky, somewhat despondent, somewhat dispirited, slowly drifting away.
The Void Mirror shattered, the Supreme Emperor Sword broke, the Nine Li Diagram tore apart, the Western Emperor Tower was damaged, the Eternal Universe Furnace exploded...
From this day on, the Imperial artifacts in the universe were mostly destroyed, leaving behind too much injury and grief. The price paid was too great, unbearable.
The star domains affected by the battle of the Supremes were too vast, also causing terrible blood calamities. The former glory seemed so pale on this day.
Crying came from the universe. Ji Ziyue, dressed in white mourning clothes, carried a basket of pure white flowers, weeping as she walked, scattering them along the way. Petal after petal of crystal-clear flowers danced, accompanying the blood mist in the battlefield remnants.
"Ye Fan..." she murmured, lost and disoriented.
Divine King Ji Haoyue's eyes were even redder. There were many they needed to offer sacrifices to: not only Emperor Void and Ye Fan, but also their little ancestor Ji Zi, all of whom had departed.
All the members of the Ji Family had arrived. Those who survived could not help but wail in grief.
"Find the remains, even if it's just a piece of bone, a drop of blood!" Ji Haoyue said with difficulty.
Ji Ziyue wiped away her tears, but soon more crystal droplets slid down. Her heart ached. She scattered white petals, silently walking into the distance, searching all the way.
Jiang Yifei arrived, his mournful roar shaking the heavens. He led the people of the Jiang Clan to offer sacrifices here, filled with grief and sorrow. The White-Robed Divine King had died in his place, pushing him away at the critical moment, leaving him with the hope of survival.
Various inheritances, immortal imperial dynasties, Holy Lands, powerful clans, all came. Some were silent, some cried out in grief. How many Imperial artifacts were buried here, never to reappear.
The people of Heavenly Village also came, searching everywhere, turning over one battlefield after another, traversing the border wasteland of the universe, roaring in grief.
"Ye Fan, Senior Gai, Divine King Jiang, Ji Zi, come back to life! Don't die!" Li Heishui's eyes were bloodshot, screaming and searching frantically in these places.
"Divine Son, where are you? I believe you must have survived!" Little Que'er cried loudly, tears falling continuously.
"Master!" Ye Tong roared, his face full of sorrow, tears rolling down. Back then, Ye Fan had picked him up, fought fiercely against the Golden Crow Clan, and brought him away, leading to who he was today.
Too many people had come, all dejected. The battlefield was too vast, spanning many star domains. They searched tirelessly, without rest.
"Emperor Void, Eternal Universe Great Emperor..." Many races came to offer sacrifices, very devout, filled with sadness.
The Dark Calamity, the end of a blood tribulation, left behind too much grief, making people's hearts bitter.
"Ye Fan! Ji Zi!"
The Holy Prince roared, his golden fur standing on end. He hated to the point of madness. Of the two brothers who had once fought side by side with him, only he remained.
"I really want to level several of those Forbidden Zones of Life!" Dongfang Ye roared in fury.
Wave after wave of people arrived, offering sacrifices to the dead, to the Imperial artifacts, to this battle, to this era. The burial ground of blood and bones, the battlefield where life rested, was cold and desolate.
Ye Tong, Huahua, and Little Que'er searched for a full hundred years, hoping to find even a piece of Ye Fan's bone or a drop of his blood. Unfortunately, they were disappointed.
The Primordial Qi Cauldron that Ye Fan had left in Heavenly Village was inherited by no one, nor was it used by anyone. In the end, it was buried in his cenotaph.
The Dark Calamity has ended. Asking for a monthly ticket, asking for a recommendation ticket.
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