📖 Chapter 1253 - Emperors!

28 Feb, 2024

The starry sky was completely silent, save for the lingering echo of Chen Qingzi’s voice.

“I am Chen Qingzi. Tell me… what is my Dao?”

As the echoes spread, the fragments of the wooden sword slowly drifted away, and the lotus ceased to be. Looking at the dispersing fragments of the wooden sword, Chen Qingzi fell silent, thoughts unknown.

Perhaps he was still lost in his memories.

“This… this…” Patriarch Seven Spirits’ complexion was completely pale, and rumbling filled his mind. He subconsciously moved backward, as if he still felt unsafe even at his distance from Chen Qingzi.

Just now, the power Chen Qingzi had revealed went far beyond his imagination, especially since… he couldn’t even tell what was being shown!

It looked like the Sword Dao, but also not. It seemed like the Killing Dao, but his instincts told him that it wasn’t that either!

And because he had no idea what was being shown, the shock in Patriarch Seven Spirits’ heart was unprecedentedly intense.

The same was true for Nether Saint. Even though Chen Qingzi was the represented the Underworld Sect’s Heavenly Dao, Nether Saint still trembled uncontrollably, as if he were not an Almighty in the Universe Realm but rather a mere mortal instead.

“How terrifying!!”

As Nether Saint muttered breathlessly, Wang Baole was silent. The complicated look in his eyes became deeper. Others might not be able to see through Chen Qingzi, but he had a partial idea.

‘It’s not the Sword Dao, nor the Killing Dao. It’s memories… Memories of the past forming a… muddled Dao.

‘That’s why, in the end, he asked what his Dao is…’ Wang Baole sighed. Before today, he hadn’t known all of this about Chen Qingzi. Looking at things now, perhaps… in this life, Chen Qingzi had never known happiness.

A deathly silence filled the starry sky. After standing still for a long time, Chen Qingzi finally raised his head. He looked into the distance with a blank stare, then turned his head and looked at the spot where Master Never-Ending had been vaporized.

“Come out. I know you’re still alive.”

Almost as soon as Chen Qingzi spoke, the void suddenly twisted, and innumerable shadows suddenly converged on Master Never-Ending’s former location. Along with the gathering of shadows, a peerless hegemonical intent exploded outward, filled with supreme imperiousness.

As the shadows gathered, the figure of Master Never-Ending took form at a rate visible to the naked eye. But this time, he was completely different from before!

He wore a long yellow robe, and an imperial crown was atop his head. With his calm and dignified expression, there seemed to be the aura of an emperor radiating from his body. Although he didn’t move or speak, just standing there, it was as if everything around him was his territory, and all living things had to kneel before his majesty.

This was Master Never-Ending’s final head!

Although his heads of light and darkness had collapsed, although his six arms had all been destroyed, he still had one last head. Moreover, this head’s Dao was…

…the Emperor’s Dao!

This Dao was his true essence. It came from the Emperor!

In an instant, Nether Saint felt an explosion go off in his head, and he lapsed into unconsciousness. As he did so, his body instinctively knelt down, but as soon as he lowered his knees, he suddenly disintegrated into ash.

Patriarch Seven Spirits trembled violently, as did Wang Baole. Both of them could feel an overwhelming power emanating from Master Never-Ending, and it was as if a domineering voice was roaring deep in their hearts.

"Kneel down!"

"Kneel down!!"

"Kneel down!!!"

Patriarch Seven Spirits’ eyes turned bloodshot as he roared. He wanted to resist, but his legs weren’t listening to him. Despite exerting such effort that veins were bulging all over his body, his knees slowly bent.

However, Patriarch Seven Spirits was a ruthless person, after all. Seeing that he couldn’t stop himself, he sneered and unleashed the power of his cultivation base.

In the next instant, his legs suddenly exploded. As blood and gore washed over his body, he finally lifted his head, resisting the suppression of Master Never-Ending’s will.

As for Wang Baole, his eyes were also bloodshot, but his body didn’t bend at all. This was because… a black wooden ruler had appeared behind him!

His pride wasn’t something that Master Never-Ending could overcome!

His original form wasn’t something that Master Never-Ending could trample!

His will wasn’t something that would kneel down to heaven or earth! Only his parents and master could make him bend the knee!

This instantly caught Master Never-Ending’s attention. For the first time since the battle with Chen Qingzi started, he took another look at Wang Baole. However, he shifted his gaze after merely a glance and returned his attention to Chen Qingzi, who had spoken upon seeing this scene.

“You are indeed an Emperor Clone!”

“Chen Qingzi, what kind of Dao was that?” Master Never-Ending suddenly spoke up after a moment of silence.

“That wasn’t Dao.” Chen Qingzi shook his head slightly and didn’t elaborate. Instead, he picked up the jar hanging at his waist and put it to his lips, taking a big gulp before continuing to speak.

“Master Never-Ending, there’s an old friend who wants to see you.”

“Hm?” Master Never-Ending’s eyes narrowed. He was about to speak, but his pupils suddenly contracted a moment later. The Underworld River suddenly stirred, converging on Chen Qingzi, and an enormous vortex appeared above it.

Terrifying rumbles spread from the vortex, along with screaming and roaring that echoed in all directions. Everyone who heard them couldn’t help but feel their hearts shake.

“Master Never-Ending!

“You can’t leave!

“My Underworld Sect’s mission is to lock down the stele world!

“Even if I die, my inheritance will be carried on. You won’t be able to leave for all eternity!”

A gigantic figure suddenly appeared from the vortex above the Underworld River. An imperial aura just as majestic as Master Never-Ending’s erupted outward from it.

The appearance of this figure instantly made Patriarch Seven Spirits cry out in alarm.

“Underworld Emperor?!”

Wang Baole was also shocked. At this moment, the Underworld Fire in his body turned extremely active, and his eyes lit up. As he looked at the vortex above the Underworld River, he saw a figure in a purple imperial robe exiting. An imperial crown rested on the figure’s head, and although this figure’s complexion was pale and he was covered with the aura of death, a mighty pressure was radiating outward.

This figure… was someone Wang Baole had seen before!

Previously, at the bottom of the Underworld River, Chen Qingzi had taken away the corpse of the Underworld Emperor. But now, that corpse seemed to have returned to life!

Although this life was supported not by vitality but by deathly aura, it was enough for those of the Underworld Sect.

Narrowing his eyes, Master Never-Ending slowly spoke.

“Underworld Emperor!”