“Shhhk!”

That beam of saber light tore through the eternal silence, manifesting once more the true meaning of world-creation, like a divine demon awakening from chaos. Its dominance was unmatched.

That breathtaking saber strike surpassed all mortal understanding — incomparable, shaking the cosmos across ten thousand ages, with nothing it could not cleave. In the hands of the Celestial Sovereign, even without being an immortal artifact, it was destined to be connected to immortality.

Even if generation after generation of ancient supreme rulers were to witness this moment, they would tremble. It was too sharp and too overbearing — a technique that could alarm the universe, impossible to withstand.

Ye Fan’s hands formed seals, releasing the power of the Great Dao. Mystical pattern after mystical pattern appeared, drawing from ancient and modern history, as though piercing through the immortal realm, stirring an ineffable power of the Dao.

After completing the seal, he struck outward. Every mystical pattern fused together, radiating immortal light!

The Celestial Emperor’s suppressing strike — the supreme power of the Dao belonging to the sovereign of the mortal world — its mystical patterns pressing down through ten thousand ages. With a clang, it struck the Five-Colored Immortal Saber, detonating a force that could collapse the great cosmos.

Great Dao flowers bloomed between the two. The brilliant radiance between them blazed and burned fiercely. The sound of scripture arose, becoming eternal. The Celestial Emperor versus the Celestial Sovereign — this was enough to shock ten thousand ages!

Who could have imagined that after ten thousand ages, these two great titans would encounter each other, and that such a collision would occur?

The Heavenly Saber swept in all directions, cleaving the cosmos apart, re-manifesting the distant primordial wilderness — those were fragments of time. The figure on the other shore of the Cascading Immortal Waterfall possessed workmanship that rivaled creation itself, able to suppress all of ancient and modern history, as though reversing the long river of time.

“Clang!”

The Myriad Beings’ Primal Qi Cauldron surged upward and clashed with the Heavenly Saber. Ten thousand spirits materialized, all of them bursting through the cauldron’s walls, assaulting the nine heavens, suppressing the Five-Colored Immortal Saber. Dazzling brilliance erupted from the collision.

This was a battle that spanned space and time — a collision of supreme notes. Peerless talents from different eras, known as Celestial Emperor and Celestial Sovereign, engaged in a mortal struggle.

The one regrettable thing was that one could not bring his true body through — only his right arm had emerged, swinging the undying Heavenly Saber, unleashing carnage across the cosmos. The other was deep in his twilight years, on the verge of entering nirvana, his vital energy severely depleted, unable to fight at full capacity.

The master of the Five-Colored Immortal Saber had possessed, in ancient times, incomparable splendor and glory. Even before attaining the Dao, he had dared to ambush the Supreme Venerable — one could imagine his audacity and resolve from this alone. After attaining the Dao, he was revered as the Celestial Sovereign. These two characters could not be used lightly — for they were given only because he was truly that powerful!

Later still, his cultivation grew day by day, surpassing all of ancient and modern time. He commanded the nine heavens and ten lands, venerated by all ten thousand races as the supreme divine being, seeking to compete in greatness with the true immortals!

The Undying Celestial Sovereign had forged his own path. He could strike upward at immortals and downward to suppress demons. After reaching the great perfection, he stood, if not at the very pinnacle of all history, then very near it — capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with the Supreme Venerable.

Now, appearing once more to do battle with the Celestial Emperor — how could the word “earth-shaking” possibly describe this? It was too astounding, enough to shake ten thousand ages, enough to make all thirty-three heavens tremble.

One full hour passed. Still neither side had determined a victor. The Celestial Sovereign on the other shore of the Cascading Immortal Waterfall — though only one arm had emerged, gripping the Five-Colored Immortal Saber in battle — seemed capable of seeing everything on this side clearly, erupting with a world-dominating aura that was without compare.

Ye Fan, at the critical juncture of nearly entering nirvana and living out a third lifetime, had been struck by this disaster. It was a catastrophe of the highest order, placing him at extreme disadvantage.

Yet he was the Celestial Emperor. His achievements ultimately surpassed all of history. He held back the great enemy. The Celestial Emperor’s blood burned with fervor!

This battle shook the universe and was destined to be written as the most glorious chapter in the history of divine warfare. The Celestial Emperor’s spent body did battle with the Celestial Sovereign, who could not fully descend — the intensity and harshness of it made every soul who witnessed it tremble.

In the Celestial Court, within an underground mausoleum.

Divine rays flickered. The divine spring breathed forth undying aura. Within it, a shy and guileless young man sat cross-legged. By his side, a divine lamp flickered between bright and dark, jolting him awake.

“Master!”

Little Song’s heart lurched. He awoke from deep slumber, saw that his master’s soul lamp was on the verge of going out, and with a crack he broke open the divine spring and shot into the heavens, disappearing into the boundless cosmos.

The Celestial Emperor did battle with the Celestial Sovereign for over an hour — a pinnacle confrontation, a battle strength that shocked ancient and modern times!

When this battle drew to a close, a jade-warm hand withdrew into the Cascading Immortal Waterfall — and it carried with it its weapon: the Undying Heavenly Saber.

The Five-Colored Immortal Saber was stained with blood — some of it the Celestial Emperor’s. Whether any of it was the Celestial Sovereign’s, none could say. It radiated a terrifying luminescence. From that day forward, it vanished from the mortal world.

The next time it appeared, it would certainly have become an immortal artifact — for it had returned to its master’s side and was about to begin its nirvana and ascension.

The Cascading Immortal Waterfall had not yet receded. It remained, spanning two realms.

The other shore was not the immortal realm, but a strange and unusual expanse of space and time that had imprisoned a supreme being of the age — unable to advance into the immortal realm, unable to descend to the mortal world.

Four powerful beings rushed from the Cascading Immortal Waterfall toward Ye Fan, intent on finishing him off. During the great battle between Celestial Sovereign and Celestial Emperor, they had not been able to involve themselves. Now they struck with full force, for the Celestial Emperor’s vital energy was about to run dry — he could not sustain prolonged combat.

Ye Fan sat there with white hair spilling over his shoulders, blood marking him from head to toe after the battle, recovering from his wounds.

The first ambush had dealt him devastating harm. Though he had avoided a direct blow to the head and had not been split in two, the Celestial Sovereign’s saber energy had entered his body, and the injury it caused was still severe.

After the battle, his vital energy was nearly bone-dry. Even for healing, it was insufficient. This kind of combat suited him in his peak era; to be caught in it at the critical juncture of awakening a third lifetime was absolutely fatal.

“Boom!”

The four powerful beings gave him no opportunity. They attacked together, intending to finish him by force — or at the very least, to slowly grind him to death.

“Flash!”

Ye Fan opened his eyes. Soul-seizing. Even a dying tiger retains its authority, enough to shake the hearts and courage of all. From his brow burst a small golden figure. Though considerably weakened, its single great roar still shook the mortal world.

With a pfft, the small figure embraced the Myriad Beings’ Primal Qi Cauldron, surpassing the bonds of time itself, reversing the long river of time, descending from the heavens and suppressing one of the beings, reducing him to ash.

At the same time, his body blazed with light, various phenomena manifesting, temporarily shielding him.

Yet he was simply too exhausted. He had reached his twilight years long ago. He had originally forced a surge of essence blood, temporarily restoring himself to his peak to do battle with the seven primordial ancient emperors, forcibly suppressing and slaying them. An achievement that, if not the greatest in all history, came very close. Then he had done battle with the Celestial Sovereign — a battle that consumed too much of him. His vital energy had collapsed, and he was on the verge of entering nirvana. Now he was an arrow already loosed with no strength behind it. He could not hold on. The small golden figure struck and slew one being, then immediately dimmed, forced to withdraw back into the brow.

“Boom!”

The remaining three supreme beings, seeing this, launched a ferocious assault to grind Ye Fan to death and deny him any opportunity. They wanted to tear apart his phenomena, charge in, and slay him — seizing the Celestial Emperor’s seal and his essence blood.

“Boom!”

Suddenly, Ye Fan opened his eyes. He stopped absorbing the starlight of the cosmos, then forcefully extended a golden great hand, seizing one of the beings and crushing him to a pulp with a pfft.

After launching this strike, he stood up — his body lurching and swaying — and moved to deal with the last being. But Little Song rushed over to hold him up, his body blazing with rays of sunset-colored light, charging upward.

“Don’t exhaust your own life essence — there’s no need.” Ye Fan said. He took a long breath, then with a fierce and powerful cry, the Myriad Beings’ Primal Qi Cauldron burst out from the crown of his head, transforming into an eternal beam of brilliance that came smashing down in a suppressing strike.

At the same time, Little Song’s purple-gold pagoda also shook, releasing the brilliance of the Great Dao in a strike.

Pfft!

The last being was struck simultaneously by two weapons and on the spot was reduced to the ash of calamity.

Suddenly, the Cascading Immortal Waterfall shuddered. The jade-white great hand appeared once more. This time it was not holding the Heavenly Saber — it came down bare-handed, covering heaven and earth in its grasp, its divine might unstoppable. In the blink of an eye it manifested Five-Colored Immortal Light, like a phoenix spreading its wings, ringing out like metal striking metal, tearing the great cosmos apart.

The Celestial Sovereign had appeared again!

Without even sacrificing a weapon, his vital energy alone was world-dominating, his presence irresistible. Little Song stepped forward to shield his master, intending to contend with that great hand.

But Ye Fan stepped forward, pulled him back, and hurled him into the desolate reaches at the edge of the cosmos. Then with a roar of his own, he absorbed the starlight of the ten desolate reaches of the cosmos and unleashed a Celestial Emperor Fist!

Ye Fan chose to meet the Celestial Sovereign head-on, because he knew — Little Song had not yet become an emperor. Charging in like that would be certain death.

This strike shook all of ancient and present history. Heaven and earth collapsed. Divine light utterly swallowed the scene.

“Master!”

Little Song cried out, tears in his eyes. He came charging back madly. He saw Ye Fan covered from head to toe in blood, every pore seeping with it, swaying and lurching.

“Would you dare face my master in a fair fight?!” Little Song roared.

The jade-white hand withdrew, retreating back into the Cascading Immortal Waterfall after clashing with the Celestial Emperor Fist — clearly having also taken a devastating blow. And due to the restrictions of time and heaven and earth, crossing realms was beyond its ability now.

The Cascading Immortal Waterfall faded like passing time and was about to vanish.

Ye Fan let out a cold snort. Though his body was soaked in blood, he stood firm and drove the Myriad Beings’ Primal Qi Cauldron crashing into the Cascading Immortal Waterfall, seeking to sever it.

“Boom!”

This stunned everyone. A waterfall that none in all history had been able to destroy was cut off at a small section by Ye Fan — collected into the cauldron, where light rained and flowed.

From the other shore of the Cascading Immortal Waterfall came the resonant tremor of a long saber. The Celestial Sovereign was coldly indifferent. Having a portion of the Cascading Immortal Waterfall severed stirred killing intent within him, and he sought to force his way through once more.

Yet at that very moment, a deep, unhurried bell toll resonated through ten thousand ages of heaven and earth. Both the far shore and this side of the cosmos shuddered and rattled violently.

Then the Undying Celestial Sovereign let out a muffled groan. The Cascading Immortal Waterfall rapidly dimmed, and every last trace of all of this disappeared completely from the world.