# Chapter 1744: End of Reincarnation
This must be a supreme being from the Underworld—that aura could not be mistaken. Only such a person could oppress the nine heavens like this, even with black blood flowing from his body.
The ghost soldiers and ghost generals had long since scattered, not daring to approach, trembling and terrified, unable to bear the pressure of two supreme beings.
"Nether Emperor?!" Ye Fan shouted in inquiry.
The other party was indeed a supreme being, but he was also of that rank now, directly shouting without any fear. He had come here precisely to settle matters.
The Nether Iron battle suit flickered with dark light, but many places were broken, dripping black blood. That person sat on the steps before the Prison Suppression Hall, leaning on a war halberd, his pupils like two blade edges, staring over coldly.
Even his head was covered by a black Nether Iron helmet, with only his eyes and mouth exposed. Even his hair strands were invisible, making it difficult to see his true face.
"You came too late." He spoke these words, simple yet revealing many things.
From his cold tone and somewhat unstable fluctuations, one could sense that he was severely wounded. There was clearly a reference... someone had died, and he was no longer at his peak.
Ye Fan stared at him. Through the half-open hall door behind him, he could see traces of blood and a few fragments of a broken stone staff—the blood and weapon of Ying.
Even knowing that he had arrived too late, that the outcome was already decided, there was still grief in his heart. It was on the very day he had undergone his tribulation that the First Divine General of the Ancient Heavenly Court had vanished from this world.
"Then go and accompany him in death!" Ye Fan said coldly.
He didn't want to waste words. He pressed his palm forward, slow but powerful. Wind and thunder roared in this place, gods and demons howled. Such a casual strike caused heaven and earth to lose color, the sun and moon to dim!
"Clang!"
Nether Emperor blocked with his black war halberd, sparks flying in all directions. He was sent flying, vomiting large mouthfuls of blood as he crashed into the magnificent hall behind him, collapsing large sections of the ancient building.
Even the master of the Underworld, powerful as he was, had his blood splatter across the ancient grand hall. The distant ghost soldiers and ghost generals were all horrified, their hearts completely chilled.
But from another perspective, this also demonstrated the terror of Nether Emperor. Already severely wounded, yet under the world-covering strike of a Great Accomplishment Sacred Body, he did not shatter and still managed to block the killing blow—showing his supreme combat power.
"You truly are old!" Ye Fan said mercilessly.
"Yes, I am old." Nether Emperor stood up, black blood spilling from his mouth, leaning on his war halberd. "Even if you hadn't come, my time would be short. Consider it... accompanying him in death."
Ye Fan was shocked upon hearing this. He knew the First Divine General of the Ancient Heavenly Court was powerful, but he never imagined he was so heaven-defying. No wonder Emperor Venerable valued him so highly, personally sealing him away, saying that if he had been born in a different era, he would have become an emperor.
At the same time, he felt that the Underworld was very wrong—could it be that only Nether Emperor remained now? If so, today he could level this place and make the Underworld disappear from this world forever!
Ye Fan was very cold. He pressed forward, his footsteps echoing in the hall. This place was densely covered with imperial path arrays, but they could not stop him even half a step.
"Don't you want to chat with me? Just a dead man. Even if you don't kill me, my time is short." Nether Emperor said with a smile, blood flowing from his mouth, his forehead also cracked, black blood seeping out.
"Speak. I want to hear it." Ye Fan stood in the center of the grand hall, looking down at the former supreme being.
Nether Emperor was also an extraordinary person. He didn't want to be treated like this. He snorted coldly, turned around, and slowly walked up to the highest throne, sitting down calmly, looking down from above.
Ye Fan's blood energy swirled around him, his life force as vast as an ocean. He could definitely kill the severely wounded and dying Nether Emperor now, but he didn't make a move. He just watched coldly, waiting for him to speak.
"I am a supreme being. I once attained the Dao, then fell into the Underworld, researching the method of immortality." The voice echoed from the throne, rumbling like thunder, making heaven and earth submit.
"I know." Ye Fan said expressionlessly.
"If I said that I am not the Nether Emperor, would you believe me?" On the icy throne, that figure appeared majestic and inviolable, yet spoke such words.
Ye Fan's expression froze. The other party was not the Nether Emperor—this news was indeed shocking, beyond his expectations.
"In the past, Nether Emperor joined forces with others to ambush Emperor Venerable at the most critical moment. Was he killed then?" Ye Fan asked.
"No. As early as that time, Nether Emperor was already gone. It was I who wielded his imperial path artifact and participated in that battle." The figure above said desolately.
Clearly, that battle had impacted him greatly. Several imperial path experts striking together had still failed to kill Emperor Venerable, instead allowing him to display his might through the ages—a devastating blow for imperial path figures.
Ye Fan pondered. From Ying's century-long confrontation with the Underworld, there were indeed many suspicious points. The eternally enduring Underworld should have had more than one supreme being. How could it be so weak, unable to do anything when someone came to their doorstep?
"Nether Venerable, also known as Nether Emperor, was exceptionally talented. It's fair to say that few in history could match him. He was the first person to be an imperial path supreme in life and then achieve the Dao through his corpse after death. His path is impossible to replicate!"
Ye Fan had also heard some rumors, especially those told by the old god, a descendant of the Ancient Heavenly Court, who claimed that Nether Emperor was unfathomably deep, able to spar with Emperor Venerable and contend with him, though he ultimately lost.
"Heh, the real Nether Emperor would never have ambushed Emperor Venerable at that moment, because their relationship was complicated—teacher and friend at the same time."
This imperial path expert revealed such a secret, which was earth-shattering, leaving Ye Fan speechless. Cross-referencing it with the old god's words, Nether Emperor seemed to have some kindness toward Emperor Venerable. It was only later, with the killing incident on the immortal path, that their relationship became confused.
"At that time, Nether Emperor had been sitting in meditation for many years. It was I who wielded his imperial artifact and went out to attack heaven in his place." He said this very calmly.
"Nether Emperor is dead?" Ye Fan's gaze flickered, like two streams of cold energy surging.
"If he were dead, the Underworld wouldn't be in this state." The person above muttered to himself, revealing some shocking secrets. He was about to die, apparently because he had encountered a kindred spirit, or someone of the same level, and wanted to speak some ancient secrets that had been bottled up in his heart for a long time, not wanting to take them to the grave. As for those ghost soldiers and ghost generals, in his eyes, they were perhaps just ants—no intersection or common language with a heavenly dragon perched in the clouds like him.
Ye Fan was stunned, hearing things that seemed like heavenly scriptures.
At the end of the Mythological Era, Nether Emperor sat in meditation. That should have been millions of years ago.
But over a million years ago, the supreme being in the Underworld sensed his aura, knowing that he had revived, contradicting the known result of his sitting in meditation.
"This doesn't prove that he's still alive now."
Ye Fan said.
"The Celestial Immortal Treasure, or rather the Celestial Nether Treasure, flew away tens of thousands of years ago. No one but him, if he emerged again, could summon it away from the Underworld." The person on the icy throne said.
Ye Fan knew about this divine artifact. Back when Emperor Wu Shi was about to attack the Underworld, it was this secret treasure that concealed the Underworld, causing the vast netherworld to disappear from the universe.
At the same time, he understood why Ying's attack and his own intrusion had met with such weakness—the Underworld was clearly in decline but hadn't hidden itself. It had lost the Celestial Nether Treasure.
The Underworld was about to decline, about to end!
When Ye Fan reached this conclusion, he was truly stunned. This was, after all, a truly immortal great power throughout history, an organization that could contend with the Ancient Heavenly Court, terrifying to the extreme.
"At the end of reincarnation, everything will come to an end. The Underworld is the final resting place of all souls..."
These words still echoed in his ears. Ye Fan could not believe that the Underworld was about to end.
In recent years, ghost soldiers borrowing paths had roamed through various starry skies, searching for ancient divine corpses, making them seem even more terrifying and flourishing, unstoppable. How had it come to this?
"Because Nether Emperor is coming back. He will take back everything that belongs to him." The person on the icy throne said, without any emotional fluctuation.
This one sentence explained everything. The current supreme being of the Underworld feared Nether Emperor's return, afraid that he would settle accounts with them.
From this, Ye Fan drew another conclusion: Nether Emperor was absolutely terrifying beyond measure, his combat power possibly far greater than he had imagined. Otherwise, this wouldn't be the case.
"I am Prison Suppression Emperor, also a former ancient venerable." Finally, the person above revealed his origins. As for the title before Prison Suppression, he did not mention it.
Ye Fan's heart surged, unable to calm down. The ruler of the Underworld had an astonishing background—perhaps he was a certain Heavenly Venerable from the Mythological Era.
"Yama died in the Underworld, naturally sitting in meditation. Longevity Heavenly Venerable entered the Immortal Mound and never returned. Another person, when the Celestial Nether Treasure flew away, felt uneasy and entered the Primordial Ancient Mine. Currently, in the Underworld, only I remain as an imperial path expert." He revealed the truth.
If these messages were to spread, they would surely shock the human world. Too shocking—the Underworld had long undergone great changes, unknown to the outside world.
Over these tens of thousands of years, the Underworld had been frequently active, searching through various star regions, actually looking for the Celestial Nether Treasure, trying to find Nether Emperor.
Prison Suppression Emperor believed that Nether Emperor was in the midst of transformation, and if they could kill him before he awakened, they could succeed.
Unfortunately, after so many years, the Underworld had dispatched so many armies, suffering great losses, yet still found nothing.
Thus, the Underworld was empty. Longevity Heavenly Venerable refused to return, Yama was dead, another had entered the Primordial Ancient Mine, and now only he remained.
Prison Suppression Emperor said: "Nether Emperor was a great talent, inspiring great fear in people's hearts. I know he will return sooner or later. For immortality, he has been forging a path all along, between death and life. No one has gone further than him."
Ye Fan's heart was like waves striking the heavens, unable to find peace.
After a long time, he wanted to laugh again, inexplicably emotional, saying: "The Underworld, a vast forbidden zone, beginning in the endless ages past, now about to come to an end. Is it Nether Emperor, or me, who will end it?"
This felt very unreal. The pressure the Underworld gave people was too great. Up to this day, it had long been deeply ingrained in the hearts of all powerhouses. This result now made Ye Fan feel very absurd.
"You're wrong. As long as Nether Emperor lives, the Underworld still exists. It will never end—just a temporary decline." Prison Suppression Emperor said.
"The Underworld is the final resting place of all souls... These words are somewhat laughable. Did you release them?" Ye Fan asked coldly.
"Nether Emperor said them, and there is evidence." Prison Suppression Emperor said. He stood up shakily, coughing up several large mouthfuls of blood, clearly unable to hold on much longer.
He walked out of the Prison Suppression Emperor Hall, looking at the vast netherworld. His war halberd gently cut down, and the earth split open. He said: "Look below. What do you see?"
In fact, the great crack he cut was very wide, connecting to many pits made by falling stars, but compared to the boundless netherworld, it was still nothing.
Without needing to look closely, Ye Fan knew there were many corpses underground, their ages terrifyingly ancient.
"Tell me, if the living beings on one star, two stars, ten stars, a hundred stars all died, could they create the terrifying scene before us?" Prison Suppression Emperor asked.
A very strange relationship—the two sides were clearly hostile, yet now they were discussing seriously. The reason was simple: they were both supreme beings, and this level of person was too rare.
Ye Fan's heart turned cold. How had this vast netherworld been formed? He had pondered this before, and the more he thought, the more terrifying it became.
"It has buried all living beings in the entire universe, and not just one era—this is reincarnation!" Prison Suppression Emperor said.
"At the end of reincarnation, everything will come to an end. The Underworld is the final resting place of all souls..." Ye Fan murmured. In the past, he hadn't felt it, but at this moment, he found these words so terrifying.