Chapter 1860: Slaughtering the Dragon

"Chi Long Emperor... Hui Long Emperor!" Qianye Ying'er murmured.

Yun Che reached out with both hands. Dark energy surged from his right, a storm howled from his left. Two streaks of profound light, one black and one azure, shot forth, then strangely merged in mid-air, forming a dark storm that swept directly west at an terrifying speed.

Under the Demon Lord's aura, no one dared to touch or obstruct this dark tempest.

As it approached, the dark storm suddenly split, resembling two roaring demonic dragons. One veered left, the other right, lunging towards the Chi Long Emperor and Hui Long Emperor.

Although the pressure on the Chi Long Emperor and Hui Long Emperor was less than that on the Dragon Gods, even by risking the destruction of their dragon souls, they could only wield less than twenty percent of their usual dragon power. Their wills had become incredibly fragile. Under the Azure Dragon Emperor's relentless power, they couldn't even fight back, let alone utter a complete word of rebuke, insult, or plea.

A person who has harbored compassion and avoided worldly conflict for a hundred thousand years, once truly provoked, can be far more terrifying than imagined.

From the moment the Azure Dragon Emperor attacked the Chi Dragon and Hui Dragon clans, her strikes grew increasingly ruthless. The wildly exploding ice, the soul-sealing frost that gnawed at bones, and the sky-devouring, raging azure waves made all the Chi Dragons and Hui Dragons wail in despair, sending shivers down the spines of the other Azure Dragons.

It didn't take long before most of the Chi Dragons and Hui Dragons had perished horribly. The Chi Long Emperor and Hui Long Emperor were both severely wounded, their internal organs, meridians, and profound veins completely eroded by the cold energy. Only their powerful dragon bodies sustained their tenacious lives.

As the dark storm swept in, the Azure Dragon Emperor rolled up a water curtain, preparing to block it. However, she suddenly recognized Yun Che's aura, quickly withdrew, and felt a surge of surprise and doubt.

Whoosh!

The two dark storms roughly enveloped the Chi Long Emperor and Hui Long Emperor respectively, then violently recoiled, flinging them away with force.

The two great Western Divine Emperors streaked through the air, leaving long black trails, and crashed heavily before Yun Che.

Under the soul-binding dark profound energy, the Chi Long Emperor and Hui Long Emperor could only twitch in agony. When they met Yun Che's icy gaze, their bodies stiffened, and even their convulsions abruptly ceased.

Though kings themselves, before Yun Che, they were like two pitiful maggots.

Disdaining to waste a single word on them, or even to glance their way, Yun Che raised his foot again and mercilessly brought it down, imbued with brutal dark profound light.

With a cracking sound, the Chi Long Emperor didn't even have time to utter a plea for mercy before being directly crushed, just like the Myriad Manifestations Divine Emperor, leaving no complete corpse.

Throughout the history of the God Realm, Divine Emperors typically died peacefully of old age. Let alone a Divine Emperor, even the death of a Star God or Moon God was a major event that shook the entire God Realm.

Yet today, these Divine Emperors were being collectively crushed like a swarm of fragile grasshoppers.

Yun Che leaned his body, about to personally crush the Hui Long Emperor, when Yan Wu's trembling voice, filled with hatred, suddenly reached his ears: "Demon Lord, I beg you to grant me the life of this villain... for execution."

Yan Wu was covered in blood, her injuries shocking. Even with the empowerment of the Calamity Demon's Bane, her movements were exceptionally difficult, yet she gritted her teeth and rushed forward.

The White Rainbow Dragon God, Myriad Manifestations Divine Emperor, Chi Long Emperor, and Hui Long Emperor were the four culprits who forced Yan Tianxiao to sacrifice himself. The other three were dead; as a daughter, at least...

The black aura around Yun Che slightly receded. He glanced at Qianye Ying'er, then kicked out, obliterating the Hui Long Emperor's last vestiges of dragon breath and vital energy, while simultaneously sending his half-dead body flying towards Yan Wu.

Yan Wu's eyes glowed with bloody light as she unleashed Yan Devil power that was almost savagely beyond its limits. Instead of using her Yan Devil spear, she used her hand as a weapon, piercing directly into the Hui Long Emperor's body. The Yan Devil power, mixed with endless hatred, violently erupted within his imperial physique.

The Hui Long Emperor's eyes were wide, the last image in his pupils being the distant Hui Dragons being slaughtered in a dark bloodbath...

If only... all of this... were just a nightmare...

Boom!

Yan Wu's power surged again, erupting even more violently and ferociously than before, completely extinguishing his last consciousness and shattering his imperial dragon body, which had lorded over the world for tens of thousands of years.

Dragon blood stained Yan Wu's arms and splattered all over her. She stared blankly ahead, tears blurring her vision and falling uncontrollably.

Father, did you see all of this...?

You did not die in vain... your final strength and will protected the Demon Lord's safe return, and in exchange brought us the new life that our Northern Divine Region had yearned for for countless years...

You are of the Yan Devil clan... and forever your daughter's pride!

As she stood in a daze, Yun Che appeared beside her. He reached out, and a pure dark light swept from her cheek to her breastplate, then down to the hem of her skirt, wiping away all the stained blood and gently soothing her wounds. Yan Wu turned her head in a daze, her eyes misty as she looked at Yun Che.

"Don't let this stained blood defile you, nor let it wound your spirit," Yun Che said, his voice devoid of his previous sinister demonic presence, a gentle warmth underlying his coolness. "Your father's spirit in heaven would most wish to see a better daughter, a better Yan Devil Realm."

As he finished speaking, Yun Che raised his hand, and with a faint flash of demonic light, a pitch-black cauldron appeared before him.

It was the Yan Devil Crossing Underworld Cauldron, a demonic relic of the Yan Devil Realm!

Within the cauldron floated six distinct masses of dark energy... one of which was the Yan Devil aura her father had carried in life.

The Yan Devil Crossing Underworld Cauldron had been seized by Yun Che from the Three Yan Ancestors. Even Yan Tianxiao, during his reign as emperor, had only touched it a few times. With the Yan Devil Crossing Underworld Cauldron in hand, Yun Che could permanently control the Yan Devil Realm.

Now, however, he returned it to Yan Wu.

He also granted the Yan Devil Realm complete freedom and autonomy in the nascent world of the future.

Yan Wu reached out and took the Yan Devil Crossing Underworld Cauldron. Her cheeks trembled, and her lips involuntarily tightened, then tightened further... As she put the cauldron away, her emotions finally broke. She suddenly embraced Yun Che, burying her head in his chest and sobbing uncontrollably.

"Uh..." Yun Che's eyes widened, his upper body instinctively leaned back, and his hands automatically raised... But the heart-wrenching sobs in his ear were too much, and he ultimately did not push her away.

"Damn it!" The emotion in Qianye Ying'er's heart instantly transformed into surging fury. She turned her face away, gritting her teeth and muttering, "Dog man!"

Under the ghostly claws of Yan Yi, Yan Er, and Yan San, the last Withering Dragon and Dragon God also met their demise. They shook the dragon blood from their hands and looked towards Yun Che's direction... then simultaneously shuddered, their eyes nearly popping out.

What the hell...

Could it be that this great-great-great-great-great-granddaughter will also be revered as an ancestor from now on?

Behind and beneath them, dragon corpses and bones lay scattered across the ground.

The five Withering Dragons and seven Dragon Gods died without glory or grandeur, lacking even the slightest ceremony, like stray dogs beaten to death by a random mob.

The Dragon Monarch, Withering Dragons, Dragon Gods... a million years of supreme prestige utterly annihilated in a single day, leaving not even a trace.

Even if descendants of the Dragon God lineage still existed, they would undoubtedly use every means to bury this utterly humiliating chapter of history.

The battlefield in the west, however, was far more bloody and tragic.

What the Northern Region profound practitioners needed to unleash was not merely the anger and hatred of this day, but also a million years of gloom, despair, bitterness, pain, and resentment from the Northern Divine Region...

Being under the suppression of the Dragon God Soul Aura and not being under it were two entirely different worlds. It transformed a battlefield that should have been a mutual struggle into an almost unilateral slaughterhouse.

Demonic blood burned with savagery. The Dragon Sovereigns who had previously exuded despair-inducing dragon might now became impotent worms, left to be slaughtered.

They brutally tackled one Dragon Sovereign and Lord Dragon after another to the ground, unleashing furious blasts and piercing attacks of dark demonic energy upon them... Some, their hatred unquenched, even tore at them with their arms and bit them with their teeth.

The Chi Dragon and Hui Dragon clans witnessed the horrific deaths of the Chi Long Emperor and Hui Long Emperor, completely shattering their last vestiges of belief. Before them were the brutal, ghost-like Northern Region profound practitioners, and behind them, the resolute betrayal of the Azure Dragon clan...

It was several times more tragic than even the Dragon God clan's fate.

They could accept death, but how could they die so tragically, like livestock with no power to resist?

They cast aside all dignity, begging for mercy with all their might, only to be met by the opposing side's blood-stained demonic claws, devoid of even a shred of hesitation or pity.

The Myriad Manifestations Divine Clan, who possessed some power to resist, were tormented by the Qilin until they wailed like ghosts. Powerful Divine Masters, who were usually difficult to kill, were mostly dead within a quarter of an hour.

With every breath, every moment, countless amounts of dragon blood sprayed wantonly, painting the sky of the ruined God Realm a dark crimson.

The air was filled with an increasingly dense mist of blood, and with every breath, it felt as though one inhaled a mouthful of dragon blood.

Long Bai lay prostrate on the ground, the screams of his kin echoing in his ears, yet no one paid him any attention.

The mighty Dragon Monarch was like discarded rubbish in a ditch, ignored by all.

Long Bai had lived for a full 350,000 years. A mere twelve hours of a day was but a flick of the finger in his life. But at this moment, every instant was as agonizing as a thousand years.

He witnessed the complete slaughter of the Withering Dragon ancestors he had awakened, watched all the Dragon Gods perish miserably, and heard the utterly tragic wails of the Dragon Sovereigns and Lord Dragons...

Perhaps, he would rather die immediately, at least to be spared such physical and spiritual torment.

Yet, no one came to kill him, not even an nameless mortal spirit he would usually disdain to look at.

And Yun Che, whom he utterly loathed, stood high in the sky, proudly receiving the gaze of awe and reverence from everyone.

Unfair...

I am the Dragon Monarch, having lived for 350,000 years, cultivating profound energy, mind, and soul for 350,000 years, only then becoming the ruler of this era.

Yet he, a junior barely half a sixty-year cycle old, living but a ten-thousandth of my life... has defeated and humiliated me to this extent, and with a flick of his hand, destroyed the Dragon God lineage that reigned for a million years...

Heretic God's legacy, Devil Emperor's inheritance. The Dragon God's bestowal, even the Goddess...

Why... why does he effortlessly obtain what others strive for with all their might but can never attain...?

Why is the Heavenly Dao so unfair!

Why is fate so ridiculous!!

Wh...y...

He struggled, finally getting to his feet little by little, but no sooner had he stood for an instant than he violently collapsed again, unable to even straighten his upper body in the slightest.

His injuries were far more than just external; his internal organs and meridians had been severely ravaged by dark erosion and consumed by flames. If not for his incredibly potent life force, any other being would have died a thousand times over.

Above, Yan Wu, gradually ceasing her sobs, somewhat flustered, pulled away from Yun Che's chest. She didn't have time to wipe away her tear stains, and bowing her head in dismay, she said, "I... I'm so sorry, Demon Lord, Yan Wu overstepped..."

Yun Che shook his head and smiled faintly, "It's good to cry it out."

Yan Wu wiped her delicate face with her hand, her eyes firm as she said, "Demon Lord, please rest assured, my Yan Devil disciples are not that fragile. Yan Wu promises the Demon Lord that within ten thousand years, the Yan Devils will restore their former glory and become the sharpest and most loyal demonic blade in the Demon Lord's hand!"

These words also served to inform Yun Che that she had decided to take on the future of the Yan Devil Realm.

"Good," Yun Che nodded. "I will look forward to it."

Turning, he uttered a low command that reached the ears of all Northern Region profound practitioners: "Hasten the battle!"

Using profound energy as a medium, the simultaneous consumption of profound strength and soul power naturally lasted much longer than pure soul consumption. Coupled with nearly three years of integration and cultivation with Shui Meiyin's untainted Divine Soul, his overall soul power and control over the Dragon God's Divine Soul far surpassed what they were before.

However, this soul suppression, arguably the most powerful in the current era, undoubtedly could not last much longer.

By this point, he had already begun to feel a slight dizziness. But as the Demon Lord, he naturally could not show it.

Under the Demon Lord's command, the Northern Region profound practitioners immediately abandoned their brutal torment. Every demonic energy strike went straight for vital points, and the rate at which Dragon Sovereigns, Lord Dragons, Chi Dragons, and Hui Dragons fell dead instantly surged.

But for them, wasn't it also a form of release?

Shui Meiyin placed Shui Yingyue on top of a barrier, then instantly appeared beside Yun Che. Her small hand pressed against his back, and under the soothing warmth of her untainted Divine Soul, Yun Che's slightly chaotic five senses immediately became incredibly clear.

"Don't worry, I can completely endure this," Yun Che reassured her.

After being slightly soothed by Shui Meiyin's untainted Divine Soul, Yun Che moved and appeared before the Primeval Dragon Emperor.

Without a word, a white light flashed in the Primeval Dragon Emperor's dragon eyes. A translucent barrier gently lifted the unconscious Cai Zhi and floated her towards Yun Che.

Yun Che reached out, cradling her very gently and carefully in his arms, holding her close to his chest.

Over the years, Cai Zhi's figure and appearance had not changed in the slightest. Her delicate body was excessively light and tender. Lying in his embrace, she was like a sleeping kitten.

Her injuries were not severe, but her entire body was exceptionally weak, clearly having fought to her last ounce of strength.

His arm slowly tightened around her, little by little. Yun Che lowered his head, gazing silently at her pale face for a long time before finally looking up and saying, "Primeval Dragon Emperor, this Demon Lord will not forget the great kindness of your clan."

In today's battle, most of the Primeval Dragon clan's core members had perished, and the Primeval Dragon Emperor had fully protected Cai Zhi's safety. Both of these points constituted a great kindness to him.

"It's nothing," the Primeval Dragon Emperor said. "Just treat our Lord well."

"Mmm," Yun Che responded faintly. Cai Zhi was his wife; such a matter required no further promises.

The demonic marks planted on the Primeval Dragon clan by the Heaven Smiting Devil Emperor could likely be removed by him using the Eternal Calamity of Darkness.

However, Yun Che hesitated only for a very brief moment, then did not mention it.