Chapter 224 The Ruthless Great Emperor Becomes a Dual Cultivation Furnace?
The self-destruction of a quasi-emperor from the Ninth Heaven, coupled with the enhancement of the Nine Li Diagram, amplified its power exponentially.
The Lord of the Divine Ruins fought back with all his might.
Even with the most urgent and extreme measures, the reaction time was too short.
He was severely injured in the explosion, his foundation was shaken, and he was on the verge of death. Even if he absorbed more life essence, it would be difficult to make up for it.
The tattered Nine Li Map transformed into a streak of light and vanished into the desolate edge of the universe.
The Lord of the Divine Ruins smiled bitterly and stopped struggling.
He gazed at the sky and murmured to himself:
"After waiting for so many years, it all came to naught in the end..."
With a wry smile, he disintegrated himself.
Before their deaths, Gai Jiuyou and the Void Emperor each dragged a supreme being down with them.
The two ancient emperors, Taiyin and Taiyang, also severely damaged their opponents.
But the most dazzling one was the Demon Emperor Xue Yueqing.
His life force was long since depleted, yet he held the measuring ruler of heaven, looking down upon the past and present with unparalleled arrogance.
He defeated three supreme players in the penalty area in a row!
Its unparalleled combat power made countless supreme beings in forbidden zones take notice.
If it weren't for seeing his blood and energy depleted...
People even wondered if he had become an immortal.
But his body was already withered and decaying.
I've endured this long and waited until now, just to hold on to my last breath and enter the Immortal Realm to see if I can resurrect my beloved.
Seeing the darkness and chaos that filled the sky, and witnessing the indomitable spirit of the Void Emperor who fought against heaven and earth, he stepped forward.
This was his limit.
The Demon Emperor Xue Yueqing gazed at the sky, at the magnificent and towering Heavenly Court, and sighed sadly:
"Ah Li, I'm sorry... I couldn't bring you into the Immortal Realm, I couldn't revive you... I broke my promise again."
He gently stroked the withered wildflower on his chest, and a tear rolled down his cheek.
His body erupted with an ethereal light.
The legendary demon emperor Xue Yueqing rose from a lowly snow rabbit to the realm of an ancient emperor through extraordinary cultivation.
She should have been enjoying boundless glory, but upon her return, her beauty had already vanished.
How miserable and lonely that must have been.
At this moment, he fought to the very last moment.
The Demon Emperor's Heavenly Ruler, after Xue Yueqing's fall, also crumbled in sorrow, unwilling to remain in the world.
Countless demons prostrated themselves on the ground, overcome with grief:
"Your Majesty——! Your Majesty the Demon Emperor——!"
With the fall of Xueyue Qing, the entire universe fell silent.
No one can stop the advance of those dark overlords anymore.
"No! We don't want to become food for those demons!"
"Who can save us?"
"The Great Emperor! The Ancient Emperor!"
Where are you?
Countless people gazed at the sky, at those figures who had long since entered the primordial world, and cried out in anguish:
"Great Emperor! Heavenly Venerable! When will you return?"
The Void Emperor, the Demon Emperor... they were, after all, people who only had one breath left.
But Duan De and the Ruthless Emperor are clearly not.
If they can return, they will surely end this dark turmoil!
In the primordial wilderness, in the East Sea, on Luoxian Island.
This island was not well-known before.
Although the area is not small, the spiritual veins are thin, and even a few decent spiritual herbs can not grow.
The island is mostly inhabited by ordinary people who make a living by fishing, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, and have almost no interaction with the cultivation world.
At some point, a rumor began to circulate on the island that a great immortal had established a cave dwelling there.
The message immediately attracted countless independent cultivators.
They flocked to the island, searching everywhere, wanting to turn over every single stone to examine it, but found nothing.
Some people felt that their intentions were not sincere enough, so they simply built huts on the island and stayed there, waiting day after day.
Some people didn't believe it, but every now and then, a strange fog would rise over the island.
It was so thick that it could not be dissolved, and even divine sense and magical power would be sealed.
This bizarre sight made the rogue cultivators even more convinced that either their destiny for immortality had not yet arrived, or there was indeed a master cultivating secret techniques here.
As a result, more and more independent cultivators appeared on the island, gradually forming a small gathering place for them.
On this day, a woman in white came to the island.
She was graceful, dressed in white, and wore a bronze demon mask.
He exuded an aloofness that kept strangers at bay.
She strolled through the island's streets and alleys, scrutinizing everything around her.
Ruthless Emperor.
Upon arriving in the primordial world, she was filled with curiosity about it, yet remained vigilant.
Having explored the entire island without much to show for it, I was preparing to leave.
"Fellow Daoist, please wait."
A middle-aged man wearing a blue Taoist robe walked out from the side.
He had a refined appearance and a faint herbal fragrance emanating from him, clearly indicating that he was an alchemist who dealt with elixirs year-round.
The Ruthless Emperor stopped and stared coldly at the other party without saying a word.
Han Feng felt uneasy under her gaze, awkwardly touched his nose, and took the initiative to speak: "This fellow Daoist... is not from this world?"
Upon hearing this, he felt as if he were encased in amber, unable to move. The surrounding air seemed to solidify, making it hard for him to breathe.
"Fellow Daoist, please calm down! Please calm down!"
Han Feng waved his hand hurriedly, his voice changing tone.
"I meant no harm! I... I'm not from this world either! We're two strangers, we should support each other!"
How did you know?
The Ruthless Emperor remained vigilant, his voice as cold as ice.
"Hehe, I am an alchemist, and I am extremely sensitive to auras..."
Han Feng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "I could tell at a glance that you are different from others, fellow Daoist."
That's half true and half false.
He did notice the unusual behavior of the other party—the awkwardness that was so different from that of the native cultivators when they first entered the prehistoric world.
But more importantly, he could smell the faint scent he had left on the other person.
A few days ago, his medicinal herb garden was robbed.
The barrier was broken from the inside, but strangely, not a single herb was lost.
Before long, this mysterious woman appeared on the island, and he happened to smell the secret mark he had laid on her.
Of course, he wouldn't say these things at this moment.
Speak like a human.
The Ruthless Emperor's voice remained cold, showing no sign of kinship despite being "fellow strangers."
"Senior, I really meant no harm!"
Han Feng raised his hands, adopting an honest demeanor.
"I am skilled in alchemy and can refine a pill to help you conceal your aura and adapt to the prehistoric environment more quickly. I only ask that you, senior, occasionally give me some guidance in my cultivation."
His face was sincere, but there was a hint of imperceptible urgency hidden in his eyes.
How could someone who betrayed even his master, who treated him like his own child, be so kind?
I was just doing this on someone else's behalf.
A powerful figure took a liking to this woman's beauty and wanted to take her as a cultivation vessel, but he was unsure of her cultivation level.
He just happened to have developed an excellent elixir. If he could just entice her to take it, wouldn't she be completely at his mercy?
By using this connection to gain access to that important figure, he could obtain the Daoist alchemy techniques he had always dreamed of.
But just as he was immersed in his sweet dream—
A fair wrist, as white and delicate as a snow scallion root, appeared silently above his head.
He raised his hand to touch it, and the other hand pressed down.
Boom—!
Han Feng's consciousness was plunged into eternal darkness. His body turned to ashes and vanished into nothingness.
He never understood it until his death—how could the other party suddenly turn on him when everything was going so well?
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