The Demon Emperor—who had he been fighting?!
In that era, he could suppress all heavens and myriad realms—who could possibly have forced him to this state? It was truly unbelievable, exceeding all reason.
The battle within the images was too terrifying, making even the Great Sages tremble, unable to hold back any longer, all prostrating themselves, crying out in praise of the Demon Emperor.
Beam after beam of world-ending immortal radiance exploded across the universe, shattering the ancient azure heavens, all realms instantly crumbling—capable of slaughtering every sage and worthy in the world.
Only a single white-robed figure stood unmoving beneath the heavens, watching stars turn to dust, seas turn to smoke, celestial realms turn to ash—he remained eternally undying, bearing this overwhelming pressure.
That was the peerless Demon Emperor, white-robed and surpassing snow, his gaze profound, containing within it the vision of star-shattering destruction. He didn’t move an inch, enduring forever in this world.
Such a catastrophe, such a cataclysm—any stray beam of light escaping could instantly kill the strongest beings of all heavens, could in an instant leave the world without a single sage, only bleached bones remaining.
The Demon Emperor was too powerful—he made no defense at all. His eyes shot forth piercing radiance, as if crossing eternity, reaching into this era, penetrating deep into everyone’s souls.
“BOOM!”
Above his head hung a ruler of Blue-Gold immortal material, one that could shatter heaven and split earth, slay gods and destroy immortals, defying the void as it rose, striking creation itself into fragments.
In that moment, people clearly saw that eternal starry sky shatter completely, nothing remaining—this single strike of his could be called earth-shaking beyond compare, unmatched under heaven!
The Great Sages trembled—this was merely a casual strike from the Demon Emperor, not even his true ultimate killing blow, and yet it was already enough to end the world, destroy all heavens and myriad realms.
If they themselves had been present—a hundred of them, ten thousand of them—it wouldn’t have been enough to kill even that many times over; any tiny wisp of stray glow could have annihilated all of them thousands of times.
An ant gazing up at a soaring dragon wasn’t enough to describe their insignificance. Such a gap left people in despair—the difference from a true Emperor was too vast; only witnessing it firsthand could one truly understand.
“The Demon Emperor—he’s pushing toward the Immortal Realm, trying to ascend to immortality!” the Ox Demon King said, his voice trembling.
Was this the reason the Immortal Ruler had broken into five pieces?!
The Demon Emperor was already too powerful, yet his life-force and spirit had only just begun to rise—compared to before, it was tens of times more terrifying, even more unfathomable. People couldn’t even begin to guess at it, unable even to look up at him.
Nothing else existed anymore—there was only a single white-robed figure, standing alone in the ancient starry sky, advancing on the Immortal Path, campaigning for eternal life, striving to achieve immortality!
“This is an Emperor—a true Emperor making his move in battle. What a pity we cannot witness it!” Everyone’s blood surged with excitement, the assembled heroes prostrating themselves on the ground, murmuring as they lifted their heads.
The true might of an Emperor had only just begun! Yet unfortunately, the vast universe filled with primordial chaos-mist, obscuring everything—they couldn’t witness the scene of the Demon Emperor truly unleashing his power.
People were shaken. For the first time, they were witnessing an ancient Emperor making his move—and it turned out he was campaigning toward the Immortal Realm, trying to forcefully carve out his own future, fighting his way toward a clear, bright sky.
“Advancing into the Immortal Realm… the Demon Emperor is too powerful—there’s nothing left in this world for him to pursue. He’s pushing toward the path of eternal life!”
As that white-robed figure campaigned along the Immortal Path, thousands upon thousands of beams of immortal radiance rained down, capable of killing all heavenly beings—yet he remained unafraid, standing alone supreme amid the chaos.
The Demon Emperor roared, pressing to enter the Immortal Realm. A vast immortal light stood in his way, sweeping aside everything that resisted—this immortal Dao power destroyed the very fabric of creation, shattering star regions entirely.
“Why can’t we see it? This is a true Emperor making his move, and we don’t even have the qualification to witness it?!” The Great Sages’ voices trembled, calling it a lifelong regret.
“BOOM!”
In that vision, the Demon Emperor’s Ruler flew upward, carrying overwhelming chaos-energy, as if breaking through something, releasing immortal power.
“I see it, I see it! The Demon Emperor is striking at the Immortal Path!” At that very moment, Daoren of a Hundred Calamities suddenly cried out, his expression extremely agitated.
As a Great Sage, he possessed a pair of extraordinarily strange eyes, allowing him to catch a blurred glimpse—he had seen a fragment of the Demon Emperor’s assault on the path of eternal life.
Daoren of a Hundred Calamities’ body and soul trembled. He collapsed to his knees, muttering to himself, kowtowing repeatedly, completely unlike his usual playful demeanor—now he seemed like a devout believer.
“The Demon Emperor is supreme, bringing a ray of dawn light for our generation, bearing witness to the existence of the Immortal Realm. I believe it’s true—he nearly broke through!”
Daoren of a Hundred Calamities shouted like a madman, all traces of his usual worldly, playful attitude gone—like someone possessed by frenzied obsession, his face twisted.
“The Immortal Realm… treading the path of eternal life, fighting one’s way to a bright, clear sky—can this truly bear witness to the Immortal Realm’s existence?” Others were shocked as well, their hearts trembling.
As if from legend, the images on the Demon-God Platform shifted again. At this point, many people saw it—amid that eternally shattered heaven and earth, what looked like a path to eternal life had appeared.
The peerless Demon Emperor, his white robes stained with blood, advanced step by step toward an unknown shore, toward his future, striding toward immortality!
No one knew what battles he had endured, what price he had paid, to forge such a path.
Everyone stood as if turned to clay statues or wooden carvings—this was a true Emperor making his move, creating a supreme legend, forging this path step by step, his gaze resolute.
As powerful as the Demon Emperor was, he had suffered grave wounds fighting for this path—his snow-white robes stained with blood, yet this only made his heroic bearing seem even more outstanding, transcending the mundane world.
The peerless Demon Emperor’s heroic bearing was magnificent, his black hair falling naturally loose, his white robes surpassing snow, blooming with speckles of blood-flowers, his temperament transcendent, his spirit like jade—this was a man like a god.
He had forged the Immortal Path, fighting his way out into a clear, bright sky!
Everyone was stunned, utterly shaken—this was history being made, an unprecedented legend being created! The crowd nearly suffocated, their blood boiling, unable to hold back their urge to roar aloud.
Never before, not now, and perhaps never again—no one had ever heard of someone stepping into the Immortal Realm, walking out the path of eternal life!
Had the Demon Emperor ascended to immortality?
People’s blood boiled with excitement, as if they themselves were living through this legend, witnessing an unprecedented grand event never before achieved, wanting to shout and cry out, to let the entire universe know.
The assembled sages trembled, filled with reverent devotion, kneeling down from the bottom of their hearts. This was the peerless White-Robed Demon Emperor, this god-like man, worthy of true respect.
“Puh!”
On that path which had, throughout endless ages, given hope, sorrow, and despair to countless heroic figures, the Demon Emperor opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood—so tragically beautiful that it made everyone’s hearts ache in sympathy.
The Demon Emperor’s body swayed, nearly collapsing onto the path. Bright red blood splashed onto his white battle-robes, blooming in speckles, so strikingly vivid that it made hearts tremble.
People hadn’t expected his injuries to be this severe—it exceeded imagination. This was an Emperor, yet he was stumbling as he walked, struggling forward on the Immortal Path.
“The ancient Emperor is wounded…”
People’s souls trembled—this was something unimaginable to them. Emperors represented the pinnacle of the world’s Dao, capable of suppressing the eternal azure heavens; they had never heard of one suffering grave injury.
Under normal circumstances, they were unrivaled in this world, supreme over the nine heavens and ten earths, unable to suffer even the slightest wound, no matter how minor.
“I’ve finally grown old, no longer matching my former glory…” the Demon Emperor murmured to himself, a note of desolation in his voice.
Though his bearing remained heroic and his face still young, his eyes held the vicissitudes of eternity—this was his twilight years, long past his peak prime.
However great a being, there would always come a day of aging—this was unavoidable, the sorrow of even an Emperor.
Their primordial spirits would eventually fade, affecting their entire being, causing their blood and vital energy to wither, losing the invincible glory of the past—this was an inevitable day that would eventually arrive.
Everyone was tense, holding their breath. This place was silent, not even a crow’s caw to be heard—everyone’s hearts trembled, watching without blinking, whether the Demon Emperor could walk this path to its very end, forging eternal life, ascending to his peak of immortality.
If it came true, it would overturn everyone’s understanding of past and present!
The crowd nearly suffocated, waiting for the final result—it was a kind of torment, watching to see: would he become an immortal, or would this end in a dim, silent fall?
The peerless Demon Emperor advanced, unable to steady his form any longer, swaying violently, nearly falling several times. This was an ancient Emperor—when had he ever suffered such hardship…
An omnipotent being, one who suppressed the nine heavens and ten earths, now swayed unsteadily, his steps labored, about to collapse on that path.
“BANG!”
Suddenly, that path shattered—no immortal ahead, no path behind, nothing remained. The Demon Emperor was sent flying sideways, blood splattering across the void.
“He’s failed…”
Everyone’s hearts clenched, as if seized by a giant hand, sharp pain following—this… was an eternal, unbearable regret!
An endless waterfall of chaos poured down, submerging that place, burying a generation’s Demon Emperor—nothing more could be seen, only a voice carrying through.
“Eternity itself only reveals itself for a single instant—the one correct location, combat power at its peak contending with heaven itself, so many factors combined together… perhaps it could have broken through… reaching the ultimate sublimation. Unfortunately, I am old, no longer at my peak combat strength.”
The Demon Emperor’s voice was desolate, carrying endless regret, his words bleak—so close, yet he had fallen on the Immortal Path.
In that moment, his thoughts seemed to span past, present, and future, letting everyone clearly feel that emotion.
A snow-white rabbit, originally the weakest of creatures, yet it had advanced step by step, ultimately transforming into the invincible Demon Emperor above heaven and below earth, creating the most brilliant golden age, its fame shaking eternity.
Xue Yueqing—a man of heaven-defying talent who had rampaged through an entire lifetime, and in that once-in-eternity instant, fought his way onto the Immortal Path, breaking through—but in the end, failed to reach the finish line.
That fleeting “moment in time” had come too late—by then he was no longer young. Even an Emperor experiences decline; he was only a hair’s breadth away, yet ultimately failed to advance to the very end of the Immortal Path.
The assembled heroes fell silent, each moved in their hearts, sighing for the peerless Demon Emperor—so close, yet ultimately a failure.
People felt pity for him, their hearts aching in sympathy—truly such a regret. This god-like man wasn’t lacking in strength; his strongest state had simply already passed him by.
Just how magnificent had the Demon Emperor truly been? If his blood and vital energy had still been at their peak combat prime, perhaps he would have succeeded!
What a pity—this god-like man. In the end, all people’s hearts could do was sigh in regret, silently lamenting. The Demon Emperor’s regret was branded into everyone’s heart, a shared resonance.
“Once more—I’ll fight with my own life as the stake!”
From within that chaos-waterfall that buried the Demon Emperor, a Measuring-Heaven Ruler surged forth, fighting in place of the now-aged Demon Emperor! Rushing toward that broken Immortal Path, wanting to forge a new passage.
“Missed it… the time has already passed…” the Demon Emperor murmured.
The heaven-defying Immortal Ruler refused to accept this, grieving for the Demon Emperor. It wielded its ultimate Dao power, striking toward that legendary endpoint, wanting to change this regretful outcome.
The true might of an Emperor! There, time fell into disorder, space collapsed and crumbled utterly into chaos—the crowd could see nothing more.
The final result had already been determined: the Demon Emperor’s Ruler failed. Its Blue-Gold forged body snapped, the divine spirit within it nearly obliterated, destroyed on the Immortal Path—it broke into five pieces.
“So be it if the Immortal Path is lost—how could I lose you…” The peerless Demon Emperor, his white robes stained with blood, sighed alone in the wind, standing beside a mound of yellow earth, personally burying the weapon that had accompanied him through a lifetime of warfare.
He had already grown old, with no strength left to forge a new life for the Demon Emperor’s Ruler.