Under the dazzling rain of light, the youth pulled the weak little girl into the distance, their figures disappearing. From then on, no one saw them again.
All of the irregular scenes in the world collapsed.
The great thousand cosmos seemed to have immediately darkened. Countless people felt suffocated, hot tears in their eyes, but they remained silent.
The entire world lost its brilliance, becoming deathly still. The last strand of dawn in everyone's hearts was also devoured by the abyss, the atmosphere stifling to the extreme.
That day, Huang and Ye died in battle.
That day, the Empress who sacrificed herself to the dao also turned into light and left into the distance.
That day, Without Beginning, Luo, Black Darkness Immortal Emperor and the others all died.
After this battle, there was no emperor in this world!
"It ended in the end." A primogenitor spoke, his spirit and strength exhausted, his mind exhausted. He released a breath of relief, feeling as if a great burden was lifted from his shoulders.
They thought that after seeing through the future, they would tear through all enemies, forcefully rewrite history. Today was destined to be the end of their glory.
However, the process was just that dangerous. Even now, they still shivered when they thought about it, feeling lingering fear, not wishing to recall it again.
Ten great primogenitors appeared together, but in the end, six of them still died? It was as if this was a type of terrifying fate, matching the number of primogenitors who died in the dream, not changing!
Did they rewrite history? When they thought of this question, the four primogenitors who were still alive felt a chill run through their hearts, their blood running cold.
"We changed fate. In the end, the ones who survived are us. Huang and Ye both died."
A primogenitor said with a sunken voice. Regardless, victory belonged to them. They swept through all enemies in a single battle, no longer feeling any fear and uneasiness.
The dream returned to reality. Everything ended, all enemies who could threaten the plateau were killed.
The process was extremely dangerous. Even the four of them almost died, their foundations crushed many times. If not for them having evolved for countless great eras, their foundations extremely deep, they would have been in danger today.
Huang looked down on his opponents, calmly telling them that he would bring away the three great primogenitors who faced him.
Ye had a faint smile on his face. Even in death, he still gave off an extremely dangerous feeling. It was as if he had killed the primogenitors, making them feel uneasy even in death.
The Empress was born resplendent, and in death, she also turned into light. She looked down on them, feeling that it was beneath her to face them with her true appearance. She killed a primogenitor as soon as she entered the dao sacrificing domain.
After this battle, the ancestors' bodies and hearts were simply riddled with holes. They didn't want to look back, not wishing to meet this type of enemy again.
"Finally, all of the restless seeds have been wiped out. From now on … there will be no more emperors in this world!" An ancestor spoke. They could rest in peace and recover their foundation.
To the living beings of the Great Chiliocosm, this day was incomparably painful and despairing. Heaven and earth and their hearts were all gloomy. In the true Emperor Collapse era, there had never been a death. All the Emperors had died.
Emperor Fall and Man Die!
…
The cold wind swept across the barren land, emitting a "wu wu" sound, as if someone was sobbing in sorrow, giving off an incomparably desolate feeling.
Chu Feng fell from the sky and smashed into the frozen ground. He coughed incessantly, his mouth full of bloody foam.
Two streams of blood flowed out from his eyes. He knelt down on one knee, suppressing a low roar. The pain was so great that he was about to go mad. He truly wanted to pierce through the heavens, bore through the vile earth, kill all of the ancestors, slaughter all of the strange creatures!
However, he couldn't do it. He didn't have that kind of strength. He was only a young evolved being, a latecomer.
He couldn't do anything. He was powerless to take revenge for his wife and son, powerless to change fate. He was about to suffocate, his entire being going mad.
"Hou …" He roared like a wild beast, despairing and miserable. His heart was in pain, and nothing could be seen in his eyes, only the boundless color of blood.
With a putong sound, he fell onto the ground, turning over and laying there. His chest rose and fell violently, gasping for breath, continuously coughing out blood from his mouth.
As a father, he could only watch helplessly as his son died in front of him. His body was pierced through by eight ice-cold spears, hanging in midair, dripping with blood. That dark red blood … was so beautiful, so dazzling!
The first time they met, he weakly called him father … also became the last time they met. They met again, father and son parted forever.
As he watched his son's body disintegrate, his eyes dimmed, and he lost all of his luster, Chu Feng's heart was torn apart at that moment. It was twisted into pieces, and he was in so much pain that he went mad.
He couldn't forgive himself. Even though his strength wasn't a match for the Dao Ancestor wielding the emperor weapon, he should've appeared at the first instance and let his son die first. He couldn't accept this reality.
He was still alive, but his son's body disintegrated in front of him. Blood splattered everywhere. He stretched out his arms to hug him, but nothing was left!
And before Zhou Xi died, she staggered and ran towards her son like a madman. In the end, she was hit by a bright flash of a knife, and blood splashed out … That stung Chu Feng's eyes, and also pierced through his heart.
Ying Xiaoxiao was also beheaded under that kind of blade light. There was pain and reluctance on her pale face. She looked at him even in death with that kind of mournful and helpless expression.
Yaoyao's innate talent was unparalleled. Originally, she should've had a brilliant future, but in this calamity, she was thrown a battle spear by a higher realm strange creature from beyond the heavens. She was directly nailed to the bleeding ground. It was mournful and made people grieve.
Yellow cattle, Ouyang Dalong, Old Gu, East Tiger, big black yak, Lu Bohu, Ying Wudi, Zi Luan, Qin Luoyin, Ying Zhexian, Dong Qing, the Divine Temple Fairy …
Too many pitiful and lamentable people disintegrated under the emperor weapon. They didn't even have the chance to let out their final cries of unwillingness. Those familiar and amiable faces continuously flashed through Chu Feng's mind. Everything that happened in the past seemed to have happened just yesterday.
Those familiar and those unfamiliar, everyone was dead!
The era Chu Feng was in was cut off by someone and his future was cut off. Everyone was sacrificed in blood and fire and turned to ashes as if they'd never come to this world.
An entire generation … died just like that. Everything became a tragedy.
Chu Feng lay motionless on the frozen earth like a corpse. His eyes were empty and lifeless. They were a deathly gray color.
One day, two days … It snowed like goose feathers in the sky and drowned him. He was like a lonely wanderer who'd died a violent death in the wild. He had no home to return to.
His heart died. The ice-cold frozen earth bore the weight of his rigid body.
…
Although many days had passed since the last battle, its influence and storm were far from subsiding. There were no emperors in the world and all the dao ancestors had fallen. The whole world was boundless and full of grief and sorrow.
Even so, the creatures in the vile earth didn't stop. The three living beings at the end of the road walked out. They raised their arms and coldly and emotionlessly streaked across the heaven and earth.
Pfft!
On that day, even the immortal kings in the world and the surviving evolvers of the older generation collapsed as if they'd been slashed by a knife!
In this era of bloodshed, the immortal emperor's palm streaked across the void. It represented the blade of heaven's will and targeted all the immortal kings in the great thousand worlds. No one could resist it. Everyone's source was shattered and they quickly transformed into the dao. They disintegrated and died miserable deaths.
Immortal emperors could split the heavens and earth with a single thought. They could even tear apart the great worlds in the instant they opened their eyes. Their every action represented the will of heaven.
This was especially true in the era where there were no emperors. The three immortal emperors in the vile earth sliced through the world with their palms. There was naturally not a trace of resistance and no one could resist it!
They targeted the immortal kings like a great net of heaven's will. No matter how peerless one's talent was or how astonishing one's dao was, they still couldn't struggle free. All the kings died.
Even some of the true immortal level existences were affected and died miserably that day.
It was a targeted slaughter. When the great net fell, the stronger the fish, the harder it was to struggle free. They were all caught in one fell swoop.
This was the tragedy of the human world, the pain of evolvers. It was also the most tragic and darkest era of the world.
An elder staggered about, falling and then getting up, crying out in misery and pain, muttering to himself.
"Huang is still the devilish brat, Ye is still the black man, Empress is still the little darling. If everything was still in the past, then there would be no blood, no tears, no pain and grief. They could all still be alive, radiant, brilliant, happy! "
"If time could still stop, time could flow in reverse, the great world would still be brilliant. Those people would never wither away, still be in this world!"
However, there were no ifs.
Even if time could flow in reverse, so what?
Immortal emperors could reverse the flow of time, but they still died.
Stars moved, great changes took place in this world. Lively faces lost smiles one after another. They became serious, grave, grieved. In the end, the entire era was buried. The great world that was bathed in dazzling radiance turned to ashes. All of the old friends, the evolvers who dared resist the vile earth, all withered away, only ruins left behind. The saints were buried, from then on gone without a trace.
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