Chapter 1938: Disaster Sonata

As Mo Beichen clenched his splayed fingers, the space of the entire world seemed to be instantly torn and compressed. The ash-grey sky directly collapsed, and the Primeval Dragon Emperor's massive dragon body was similarly ravaged, riddled with wounds under this terrifying power that utterly defied comprehension.

In mere moments, the severity of its injuries had already surpassed those sustained in the war against the Western Divine Region years ago.

Similarly, within mere moments, it knew it had fallen into an inescapable death trap… The power exerted upon it was one that fundamentally should not exist in this world.

Roar—This dragon's roar was far more mournful than before, and even more soul-shaking… It commanded all Primeval Dragons not to approach, warning the Primeval beings of the impending catastrophe, while it itself continued to unleash all its Primeval Dragon Power, swinging its resisting dragon claws at this encroaching calamity.

A hundred *li*… ten *li*… a thousand *zhang*…

Its body was torn apart piece by piece, and the speed of its plummeting grew increasingly slow and feeble.

Finally, its dragon form stalled in mid-air, frozen a hundred *zhang* in front of Mo Beichen… then shattered into several sections, plummeting powerlessly.

The Dragon Emperor's roar also eternally vanished within the Primeval God Realm.

The resisting dragon claws, imbued with the dragon's pride, ultimately failed to even touch the ominous shadow from the abyss before it.

In the war against the Western Regions, it was heavily wounded by Long Bai and fought bitterly against numerous Dragon Gods, yet it had never fallen.

After Long Bai's death, it was the strongest dragon in the world.

Today, however, it perished tragically without even being able to touch its opponent.

Boom!!The final dragon's might stirred up ten thousand *li* of sand and dust, yet it only caused Mo Beichen's hair and the hem of his clothes to gently flutter.

Mo Beichen slowly lowered his arm and let out a low snort. "Impressive resolve. What a pity the dragon race's arrogance makes them unsuitable to be guiding lackeys; they will only ever be stumbling blocks."

"Before welcoming the Abyss Emperor's arrival, what we must do is…"

Clang!!Just then, an incomparably sharp shriek rang out, and Mo Beichen's voice abruptly ceased. His gaze snapped, and even his body experienced an abnormal tremor for a moment.

This was because the aura he had been exerting on the two distant individuals was actually pierced through by an unusually sharp aura.

The locked space suddenly trembled, and Jun Xilei staggered, falling heavily to the ground… At that moment, a sword glint pierced through the air, striking the Qiankun Jade at her waist squarely.

The Qiankun Jade shattered, emitting a sudden flash of crimson divine light.

"Hmm!?" Mo Beichen's gaze flickered, seemingly unable to believe that anyone in this world could forcefully tear through his power suppression.

However, he immediately turned his palm, and the gap in the aura vanished instantly, bringing the heavy pressure down once more.

Jun Xilei let out a muffled groan, once again pressed down as if by ten thousand mountains.

She clenched her teeth, turning her head with all her might… In her eyes was endless fear, endless sorrow, and endless pain.

Jun Wuming still stood proudly there; even the doubled aura could not force him to his knees.

His pale hair slowly fluttered, his whole body covered in a faint white glow… And every wisp of that white glow contained thousands of strands of sword qi.

His ancient eyes also danced with endless sword shadows.

Sword… Dissolution…These two words, imbued with illusion and despair, appeared in Jun Xilei's mind and eyes… The image of this moment was eternally etched into her life.

"In a troubled world, disaster rises again."Jun Wuming's gentle, water-like voice echoed in her ears: "Lei'er, no matter what the path ahead holds, you must live well."

Jun Wuming's figure dematerialized; his hair, flesh, bones, will, and soul transformed into ten thousand sword glints, carving ten thousand furrows through Mo Beichen's aura. Mo Beichen's body sharply recoiled, his expression subtly changing for the first time.

Meanwhile, crimson divine light had already enveloped Jun Xilei. Her lips parted, but before she could utter a single sound, she vanished from that spot.

"Hm?"Mo Beichen's gaze shifted slightly, and his figure tore through space, almost instantly displacing himself to where Jun Xilei had been. His brow then furrowed sharply.

Yet, despite the mere moment's delay, he could barely detect any spatial traces of the recently completed teleportation.

Around him, strands of sword glint intertwined into a vast and dreamlike sword formation, slowly dissipating into the heavens and earth as they danced.

However, this magnificent sight, released by the Sword Monarch's own body, was not visible to the eyes of anyone else in that era.

"Sir Knight, what happened?"The individuals called "Zhaoguang" and "Zhaoming" quickly caught up, noticing Mo Beichen's change in expression, and asked in low voices.

Mo Beichen flung his arm and said indifferently, "That old man actually pierced my aura with his sword qi, and the spatial power that sent that girl away was somewhat strange; I couldn't find any teleportation traces."

"Hmph! It seems the beings of this world aren't entirely worthless after all."

"Heh heh," Nan Zhaoming chuckled softly. "They could have become guides for the Abyss to take over this world, yet they didn't hesitate to sacrifice their lives to abandon this supreme honor. How foolish they are."

Mo Beichen turned, his gaze sweeping over the six individuals. "Go find the exit of this world. Beyond the exit lies a place called the God Realm…"

"And that is our true homeland! It is also the new world that will belong to us in the future."

"As attendant knights and quasi-knights, you should understand the immense responsibility and glory that has now fallen upon you."

He spread his arms, his eyes burning like torches, and roared in a low voice: "Clear the obstacles, control all realms. Then make this world bow in submission to respectfully welcome the Abyss Emperor's arrival!"

Above the Imperial Cloud City.In a lower hall, within the contained space, Caizhi slumped to the ground, gasping for breath.

After three full hours of intense combat, she was utterly exhausted. Meanwhile, Yun Che, across from her, walked over without a flushed face or heavy breathing, as if nothing had happened. He plopped down in front of her and said with a grin, "As expected of my Caizhi, your sword might is getting stronger and stronger. I feel like all the bones in my body are about to be shaken apart."

Caizhi gave him a sidelong glance and snorted, "Your bones are harder than your skin; I don't have the power to shatter them."

Yun Che gravely touched his own face, then suddenly said, "Caizhi, there's no one left in this world whom you need to personally deal with. So why have you been cultivating so diligently these past few years?"

Caizhi was startled for a moment, then said, "Perhaps it's because I want to reach the level my brother was at back then."

Yun Che pondered for a moment, then said, "I feel that you've probably already surpassed your brother now."

"Still not enough!" Caizhi's eyes narrowed, her tone resentful. "At least one day, I'll be able to use my own strength to give that woman Qianye a good beating… Hmph!"

Yun Che shook his head and chuckled. "I knew it…"

The wrongs Qianye Ying'er committed back then… had now become his biggest headache.

After the war with the Western Divine Region, Caizhi no longer harbored the same intense killing intent towards Qianye Ying'er, but that certainly didn't mean her hatred had vanished.

Every time Caizhi and Qianye Ying'er met, the clash of their gazes and auras made his scalp tingle.

"Continue!"Caizhi rose at that moment, and the Heavenly Wolf Devil Sword reappeared in her delicate hands. She looked ahead and said very seriously, "The Heaven Scourge Heartless Sword's power is immense, but it must be driven by an outburst of hatred… I must find a way to modify it so as not to betray the Heavenly Wolf power inherited from my brother and the only remaining Star God's name."

"Alright!" Yun Che also stood up and extended his arm.

But before the Heaven Smiting Devil Emperor Sword could appear, Caizhi's delicate body suddenly trembled. The divine light condensed in her starry eyes abruptly dispersed, and even the profound energy in her body suddenly quieted.

"What's wrong?" Yun Che's brows furrowed, and he quickly asked.

Caizhi's lips parted, and she let out a soft murmur of profound disbelief: "The Primeval Dragon Emperor… is dead."

"…!?" Yun Che's face registered shock.

Yan One, Yan Two, and Yan Three squatted side-by-side in front of the Imperial Cloud Grand Hall, idly staring ahead.

"Sigh," Yan Three exhaled a cloudy breath. "It's been so long since I killed anyone, my bones are starting to itch. When will these dull days finally end?"

"You old ghoul, you talk too much nonsense," Yan Two said darkly. "Do you want the Master to throw you back into the Eternal Darkness Bone Sea?"

Yan Three violently recoiled his withered neck.

A figure swiftly approached, bearing imperial might; it was none other than Emperor Xuanyuan of the Southern Region himself. Looking up to face the three Yama Ancestors present, the Southern Region God Emperor's aura instantly weakened by more than half. He even hastily bowed, saying, "Three Yama Ancestors, seniors, Xuanyuan has urgent matters to discuss with Emperor Yun. I hope…"

Before he could finish speaking, Yan Three had already let out a hoarse, grim sound: "The Master is currently in seclusion for cultivation and will see no one for the next two months. Withdraw."

"But…""Scram!"

"Ah… Yes, yes, yes." So terrifying was the demonic might of the three Yama Ancestors that the dignified Emperor Xuanyuan trembled in fright. Daring not to utter another word, he hastily retreated, then turned and flew away.

An hour later, Cang Shitian arrived, floating and setting foot upon the Imperial Cloud City.

The current Cang Shitian was incomparable to his past self. The title of Chief of the Order Preservers had subtly elevated his status in the God Realm above that of the various God Emperors. When facing the three Yama Ancestors, he still maintained a composed demeanor, utterly devoid of the panic Emperor Xuanyuan had shown.

"Three Yama Ancestors, seniors, Shitian has urgent matters that require Emperor Yun's decision. May I ask if Emperor Yun is in the hall?"

"The Master is currently in seclusion for cultivation and will see no one for the next two months. Withdraw," Yan Three repeated gloomily and weakly, without even bothering to half-open his eyes.

"Then Shitian shall not disturb. I bid farewell."Without a single superfluous word, Cang Shitian simply turned and left.

"Tsk!" Yan Three spat hatefully. "He leaves when told to leave. Why doesn't some ignorant fool come along so we can give them a good beating?"

Just as Yan Three finished muttering, the space in front suddenly flashed with red light, and a figure rapidly plummeted, crashing to the ground.

Jun Xilei.She lay prostrate on the ground. After being disoriented for several breaths, she suddenly awoke as if from a nightmare, violently raising her head. Her gaze immediately fell upon the three Yama Ancestors, whose distinct features were impossible to miss.

She violently rose and flew towards the three, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes and trailing behind her. As she neared them, she stumbled and fell to her knees, unable to stand up again, and cried out with a sobbing voice: "Yun Che… Where is Yun Che… I need to see him!"

"How dare you!" Yan Three, who had been drowsy, instantly widened his old eyes and cursed loudly: "Where did this little brat come from, daring to call the Master's name directly—"

Before he could finish speaking, he received a solid kick to his rear, and the rest of his words were summarily swallowed.

Kicking Yan Three away with one foot, Yan One followed with a reprimand: "Are you blind, you idiot! This is a woman!"

Upon hearing the word 'woman,' Yan Three instantly sobered up, and the words he was about to curse out were once again swallowed.

Although she wasn't an Imperial Concubine, a woman who could directly descend upon Imperial Cloud City… could she possibly be an ordinary woman!?

"Little girl," Yan Two said amiably, "The Master is currently in seclusion for cultivation and must not be disturbed. How about you visit some other time?"

"No, it's impossible!" Jun Xilei moved forward, shaking her head violently. "I must see him immediately! Where is he… where… Yun Che… Yun Che!!"