Half a broken mirror accompanying the Void — and like this, it ended.

The cold starry sky, a dim and darkened universe, stained with Emperor blood, hung with the shattered bones of a Great Emperor — cold, desolate, and sorrowful.

His entire life had been one of exhaustion. And at last this day had come — no more need for blood and war, no more need to rush about. He would sink forever into sleep.

“Ahh…”

Ye Fan cried out, his voice shaking the universe, filled with grief and fury. His eyes had turned red, the corners of his eyes on the verge of tearing. Yet nothing could be changed — he was powerless.

Such was the ending of a human race Great Emperor.

From the depths of the universe, all living beings wept in anguish. Through the collective consciousness of all life, many people came to know all of this — their hearts bitter and sorrowful. Such an ending drew sighs of grief.

“Great Emperor — little ancestor!”

Another person, in the depths of the universe, cried out in anguish. Ji Haoyue’s body trembled ceaselessly, biting through her teeth, great drops of blood and tears streaming down.

“The final battle — truly the final battle — and just like this, the blood ran dry, even the Dao-bones were offered up…” The sound of low weeping spread from every domain, like a bitter wind and cold rain.

Ye Fan murmured quietly. In that last moment, he had clearly seen several figures — a half-body that was the Void Great Emperor, and also Ji Zi, and also the Yellow Emperor. He raged to the point of madness, howling out his grief and fury.

Just like this — ending, vanishing from the mortal world. How could this be borne? This desolate sorrow plunged people into deep despair. A Great Emperor who commanded reverence and veneration had fallen in such a manner.

All eight desolations trembled. The universe resonated. Ten thousand Daos quaked. Heaven and earth sensed it.

“Void — heh, finally dead!” The Light-Dark Supreme said without feeling.

“Kill!” The moment Ye Fan heard this, his eyes nearly burst from their sockets. What could be done in this moment? There was only battle — to offer up the blood of enemies in sacrifice to the Void, to give peace to a heroic spirit.

Through the connection between all living beings, the Void’s remaining imprint had not yet entirely dissipated. They had seen and heard that single word — kill — and all of them burst together with that furious cry.

“Kill!”

The sound shook heaven and earth until they cracked apart. The Light-Dark Supreme, who had been the first to step forward, felt his body violently convulse — struck by a tremendous surge of killing intent from the collective — his entire form sent flying sideways, his immortal platform developing a hairline crack. He had suffered a devastating blow!

This outcome astonished the others greatly, causing all of them to change color.

But the Light-Dark Supreme steadied himself. His expression had turned cold to the point of terror — his eyes deep and murky. Not even the unified killing intent of all living beings could kill him. How truly powerful this showed him to be — one could imagine just how formidably difficult it would be to eliminate him.

Regrettably, the Void Great Emperor’s imprint dissipated. The surge of killing intent that had come charging in from living beings’ fury also extinguished — it could strike no more.

“Nothing but a tiny worm — scrambling about until now. Even the Void is dead. What meaning is there in you being alive? Time to harvest your life!” The Master of the Divine Ruins also spoke, stepping forward.

Boom!

An even more brutal battle erupted. Four supreme beings made their move, pressing forward in the kill. Ye Fan fought with all he had. He was an insect — far beneath the level of a supreme being — like gazing up at a colossal dragon. Yet now, with the chance to fight one, he had long since looked upon death as a return home, caring nothing for his own life.

The Eternal Universe Great Emperor meanwhile streamed light from every part of his body — slowly burning — the origin of an Emperor. He was going to spend his life in this final blood battle, giving his last remaining measure of strength in this dark turmoil.

The two characters “Great Emperor” lay heavy as a mountain. Ye Fan cried out in anguish — watching the slowly blazing Eternal Universe, he could not form words through the choking tightness in his throat. He knew that yet another admirable person might soon be leaving forever.

Boom!

From the depths of the universe, on a desolate floating fractured continent, the Holy Emperor’s Son roared out. This was the burial ground of the Fighting Saint Ape lineage. He rushed in desperately, raising his immortal iron staff, hoping to find the Holy Emperor’s killing formation.

Regrettably, the formation was already incomplete. In the end he let out one last roar, then hurled the immortal iron staff out — carrying the incomplete formation array into the starry sky.

Either the Void or Ji Zi’s remains drifted through the dark universe. And Ye Fan’s roar — the Holy Emperor’s Son sensed all of it. He was furious beyond all reckoning — nearly maddened with rage.

The immortal iron staff left his hand, bearing his grief and fury — entrusting the divine entity within the staff to carry the killing formation forward, fighting until even heaven and earth collapsed.

“Roaaaar!”

This was a world-shaking roar — loud enough to rouse from slumber unknown existences within the primordial ancient mines who had never emerged into the world. Divine light shone through, gazing toward the dazzling immortal iron staff blazing across the universe.

That jet-black iron staff radiated ten thousand auspicious lights, a hundred million strands of immortal radiance, erupting with overwhelming might as it surged toward the battlefield.

Most terrifying of all — from behind that iron staff emerged a golden silhouette of supreme majesty, dominating all under heaven, terrible in its power, like the Fighting Saint Sovereign revived in the prime of his youth.

In but an instant, the immortal iron staff, together with the killing formation, arrived at the cosmic battlefield. It came cleaving straight down — aimed directly at the supreme being hunting Ye Fan — its roar collapsing the starry sky.

Clang!

The Light-Dark Supreme and the others had been meaning to dispose of Ye Fan and turn the insect into dust at last — for the blood of Great Emperor Wushi was nearly exhausted — yet in this moment, an immortal iron staff came smashing down, utterly unexpected.

It was extraordinary. With a thunderous crash, it collided with and shattered the divine staff in the Light-Dark Supreme’s hand — already cracked by the Void Mirror — then slammed directly into his body, very nearly cleaving him in two on the spot.

Even his skull was shattered by a piece, half his face a ruined mess of flesh and blood, bones snapped, blood soaking him through — too grievous to look upon.

“The Fighting Saint Sovereign!”

All four supreme beings were startled. They recognized it clearly enough — this was not merely the might of the immortal iron staff alone. What bore down with the most crushing weight was the colossal holy ape following behind it.

His entire body gleaming with brilliance, his towering form rising into the starry sky like a heavenly pillar — awe-inspiring and overawing to the mortal world, his eyes deep as the ocean — it was he who had brought the staff down in that strike.

The Light-Dark Supreme let out a muffled grunt, revealing an expression of pain. That blow just now had been more severe than imagined — it had actually damaged his immortal platform, producing terrifying cracks within it.

For supreme beings, this was the most terrible thing imaginable. They had prolonged their existence in this world for the sake of eternal life, needing above all else to keep their immortal platforms indestructible — they absolutely could not suffer such a calamity.

“So it is like this — the unyielding battle-will the Fighting Saint Sovereign left behind upon transforming into a battle immortal has still not dispersed — and has taken on a new life within this immortal iron staff!” the Stone Emperor said coldly.

This astonished everyone. The Fighting Saint Sovereign of that age had been too fierce and domineering — in the end he could not come to a good end, dying in an explosion during his attempt to reverse the heavens and transform into a battle immortal.

Such battle-will was naturally formidable. Small wonder it had nearly cleaved the Light-Dark Supreme in two the moment it appeared, and had damaged his immortal platform. Extraordinarily shocking.

Ye Fan’s eyes flickered with shifting light. He had witnessed this manifestation of the Holy Emperor’s Dharma body before — it had appeared when the Victorious Buddha had taken the immortal iron staff to the primordial ancient mines to retrieve the life stone.

The Heaven-Forsaking Supreme laughed coldly: “Truly powerful — never having self-severed — but in the end it is only battle-will. It can only manifest a few times before being entirely erased!”

Hum! A sound rang out. The holy ape grasped the iron staff and swept it horizontally. And behind him, a killing formation flew out and exploded, assaulting the Stone Emperor and the other three supreme beings.

This place surged to a boil once more. Before, the Eternal Universe Great Emperor and Ye Fan had already been showing signs of faltering under the fierce onslaught of four supreme beings. Now, a reversal began to appear.

The battlefield boiled. Blood of supreme beings was seen spraying into the air, and the sound of bones snapping could be heard — regrettably, that undying battle-will of the Holy Emperor’s lasted but a moment before it ultimately dissipated.

And the remnant formation was shattered, ceasing to exist. Only the immortal iron staff remained, still radiating auspicious brilliance.

In the end, it was not the Fighting Saint Sovereign — only battle-will. It had wounded supreme beings, but now extinguished itself, unable to remain in this world.

Everything reverted to where it had been. In Ye Fan’s hand, the Wushi Emperor blood was growing less and less, on the verge of running dry — the secret techniques emanating from the Wushi Scripture had weakened. Though they continued to send supreme beings flying and draw their blood, no longer did they carry the overwhelming momentum of the beginning.

And the Eternal Universe Great Emperor was utterly exhausted, covered head to toe in blood. After all, he was no longer the person he had once been — he lacked the world-swallowing, world-shaking battle power of those days. He fought with tremendous difficulty, his Emperor blood burning, his body scattering light — fighting purely for his life.

Clearly he had one goal: at the very least, to take a supreme being down to death with him. Even if he truly could not bring the dark turmoil entirely to an end, he would drive the number of living supreme beings down to the barest minimum — thereby reducing the casualties among the living beings of the universe.

It was a sorrowful choice, and a brutal reality. This was no longer the era of former times. He lacked the power to extinguish all turmoil — he could only strive to reduce the blood calamity that fell upon the mortal world.

Both of them teetered on the brink of collapse, at risk of being struck to death at any moment. But in this moment, the Emperor weapons collectively erupted all at once in a sudden outpouring, sparing no cost — even at the risk of injuring the divine entities dwelling within them.

The fall of a Great Emperor, the half-destruction of the Void Mirror — scene after scene of sorrowful songs had completely driven them into frenzy!

The battle’s tide was turning!

“The Light-Dark Supreme’s immortal platform has cracks. Today I will try my best to take him on the road with me.” The Eternal Universe Great Emperor’s calm voice reached Ye Fan’s ears.

This made his heart sink heavily — he felt a pang of pain. Clearly, this Great Emperor’s life was nearly spent. He could not hold on much longer. He sought to use his last remaining strength to kill a supreme being.

“Perhaps I can buy the Great Emperor a little more strength — to kill one more supreme being!” Ye Fan replied. He needed a moment — to wait for the supreme beings to grow weary, to let their guard slip.

Rumble!

The Wushi Scripture resonated with a deep and resonant sound, sending one beam of light after another blazing forth. But the blood within the treasure vial in Ye Fan’s hand had already reached the bottom — nearly dry.

“Even ants that look up and dream of reaching the world of heavenly dragons are not simply overreaching themselves — they are pitiable.” The Light-Dark Supreme arrived, moving out of alignment with the other supreme beings, once again charging toward Ye Fan to kill him.

In this moment, he was covered in blood, covered in wounds, his vital energy severely depleted — and his immortal platform cracked. If he were not killed, there was no question the danger he would pose going forward would be the greatest of all!

For to repair his immortal platform, the number of living beings he would need to devour would be the most of any. He had to be eliminated!

Ye Fan used the Wushi Scripture in hand to drive forward with desperate force in attack — and then in a sudden flash, his gaze blazed outward, and eighty-one great flags flew out, shaking the starry sky.

In this instant, heaven and earth collapsed and crumbled, ghosts wailed and gods howled — star systems fell like rows of candles snuffed out by a gust of wind. An entire star domain fell dark.

“Undying Heavenly Emperor!” The Master of the Divine Ruins cried out in shock.

“How can it be his Emperor-level forbidden weapon?!” Even the Stone Emperor was stunned, his expression turning grave.

Everyone was dumbstruck. The Undying Heavenly Emperor’s prestige was too great — shaking through ten thousand ages. After the Emperor Supreme, he was one of those existences revered as a supreme god by countless great clans of the entire universe.

No one rushed forward to stop it. None wanted to invite fire upon themselves. This was an Emperor-level forbidden weapon — existing for the sole purpose of obliteration.

Such weapons were called forbidden because they could only be used once or a few times, after which they were permanently destroyed in battle — to kill, one must first destroy oneself. The level differed, so did the power — destined to be utterly ruined in combat.

The Undying Heavenly Emperor — who was this person? The Emperor-level forbidden weapon he left behind was naturally world-shaking in power — not as powerful as the incomplete Green Copper Cauldron from not long before, yet the divine might of its detonation would certainly not fall far short.

At this moment, the Light-Dark Supreme was covered in wounds, bones snapped throughout — facing such an attack, he naturally fell into a desperate situation. And with cracks in his immortal platform, in the short term he could not initiate extreme transcendence. It was beyond him.

Regrettable — Ye Fan sighed inwardly. These great flags carried cracks and could only be deployed once. Were they able to be used several more times, they might very well inflict unendurable, catastrophic damage upon an ancient supreme being.

“Roar!”

The Eternal Universe Great Emperor transformed into a bolt of firelight and came charging over, his entire body blazing — fighting with all he had, giving his last effort. The firelight engulfed the Light-Dark Supreme.

The Stone Emperor stood coldly to one side. The Master of the Divine Ruins and the Heaven-Forsaking Supreme also did not come to rescue him — because they all knew: the Light-Dark Supreme was finished. His immortal platform had been ignited by the Eternal Universe Great Emperor. No one who came could save him.

Anyone who stepped forward would only bring fire upon themselves!

The three supreme beings no longer looked at the Eternal Universe Great Emperor and the Light-Dark Supreme. They only stared coldly at Ye Fan. Now nothing remained but a single insect — nothing left that could stop their advance.

“The Void is dead. The Eternal Universe will soon fall. Vent your grief and pain to your heart’s content — then offer yourself as a sacrifice.”

The Master of the Divine Ruins spoke with a hint of contempt. This was disdain — power making them absolute at the very pinnacle — recklessly unbridled and unconstrained throughout heaven and earth, caring about nothing.

“The Void Great Emperor has fallen. The Eternal Universe Great Emperor will soon perish as well. Now I have no more grief left — only a heart full of battle intent. Even in death I will make you pay a price!”

Ye Fan’s voice was cold. There were no more tears — not even anguish could be wrung from him. To this point — there was only battle!