Chapter 2102: Destroying the Star

Bai Yu and his accompanying knights stopped at the edge of the Mist Sea. The increasingly dense Abyss Dust brushed against their faces, devouring their vital energy and spiritual perception.

"Begin," Bai Yu commanded indifferently, looking straight ahead.

There was no turning back now. Mo Xifeng grabbed the Abyss Stone from the Mist Emperor, gritted his teeth slightly, and crushed it.

With a soft crack, fragments scattered from his hand, releasing a wisp of faint grey mist.

Bai Yu frowned slightly; his expression was calm and resolute, yet his spiritual perception was already fully extended. However, as the Abyss Stone shattered in Mo Xifeng's hand, he sensed no spiritual aura whatsoever.

It was as if it were nothing more than a common Abyss Stone—which, in fact, it was.

Mo Xifeng, however, had already fallen to his knees, calling out in a sorrowful voice, "Mo Xifeng, King of the Profound Desert Realm, requests an audience with the Mist Emperor."

His voice resonated outwards but was repeatedly obstructed by the layers of Abyss Dust until it completely faded, receiving no response.

Bai Yu glanced at the scattered Abyss Stone fragments on the ground and suddenly let out a cold laugh: "Ha! King of the Profound Desert Realm, it seems you've been played. That's nothing but an ordinary Abyss Stone, without a shred of spiritual information within. How could it possibly..."

Before he could finish, the sky suddenly darkened, and surrounding them, continuous gasps of horror erupted.

Bai Yu spun his head to look forward. In his increasingly constricted pupils, which were gradually being tinged with grey, he saw a vast expanse of tumbling, surging grey mist that stretched to the horizon.

The grey mist rapidly spread and rolled forward, drawing closer and closer, gradually occupying almost all of their vision and devouring the already faint light of the world.

Bai Yu's stern, resolute expression began to crack... This was a world-shaking spectacle he, a high-ranking Abyssal Knight, had never witnessed.

What truly shocked, even terrified him, was...

The scene before him was exactly like the utterly absurd rumors... exactly!

The Mist... Emperor?

The Mist Sea was so vast that throughout history, no one had ever traversed its entirety. How could that Abyss Stone, clearly devoid of any spiritual aura, have allowed him to sense something in this immense Mist Sea? And how had he appeared before them in just a few short breaths?

The rolling grey mist was upon them in an instant, engulfing hundreds of miles of space as far as the eye could see. The unique oppressive sensation, which could only emanate from dense Abyss Dust, completely shattered any lingering belief among observers that this phenomenon was merely a "hoax made of dark smoke."

Fine cracks rapidly appeared in Bai Yu's pupils. He had not yet seen the Mist Emperor, yet this rolling dust alone had shattered all his certainty, arrogance, and lifelong fundamental understanding.

A pair of grey eyes slowly opened above the Abyss Mist, and the Mist Emperor's voice permeated the world: "Mo Xifeng, why do you seek an audience with this Emperor?"

Mo Xifeng's whole body went limp as he replied with a trembling voice, "It is not this humble king's intention to disturb the Mist Emperor's slumber, but... but the knight lord from the Pure Land wishes to meet with you."

These few words almost exhausted his entire will. Both sides were terrifying existences he could not afford to offend, and being caught in the middle, he felt his courage and soul shatter.

Bai Yu, however, did not speak immediately; the tremor in his eyes persisted for a long time.

"Pure Land? Heheheh..." These two words, the most supreme and sacred in the Abyssal World, carried an unmistakable scorn when uttered by the Mist Emperor: "That is clearly the most squalid and filthy place in this world, yet it dares to call itself the Pure Land. How pathetic, how ludicrous!"

These shocking words stunned all the nearby profound practitioners and deeply agitated the Abyssal Knight's spirit, instantly transforming his doubt into boundless rage. For this was an offense against the Pure Land, a blasphemy against his faith!

"Silence!"

Bai Yu roared, and a flash of white light in his hand revealed a pale longsword already clutched in his palm. Icy radiance swirled around the blade as he pointed it directly at the grey eyes above the Abyss Mist: "Under the Abyss Emperor, no one is worthy of the title 'Emperor'! Your self-proclamation as Mist Emperor is an offense! And your defamation of the Pure Land is a capital crime for which even ten thousand deaths would not suffice!"

"Reveal your true form! Regardless of what kind of existence you are, the Pure Land's judgment has arrived; there will be no place for you in this world! Submit quietly, and the Abyss Emperor's sacred heart is merciful; even unforgivable sins might be granted clemency!"

The Abyssal Knight's oppressive aura was enough to make ten thousand beings prostrate themselves, yet beneath the vast Abyss Mist covering hundreds of miles, it was almost pitiably weak. The grey eyes twisted slightly, and then the Mist Emperor burst into laughter: "Hahahahaha! If not for this Emperor, where would life originate? If not for this Emperor, where would the Pure Land come from!"

"And now, you turn against the natural order, seeking to punish this Emperor! Pathetic! Ridiculous! Hahahahaha!"

Every word he spoke dripped with contempt and mockery.

If not for this Emperor, where would life originate? If not for this Emperor, where would the Pure Land come from?... Bai Yu's brows furrowed deeply. This was, without a doubt, the most utterly preposterous statement he had ever heard in his life.

All the distant profound practitioners exchanged bewildered glances, completely baffled.

Mo Xifeng subtly raised his head. He recalled the Mist Emperor's words from several days ago, when he bestowed a gift: "This entire Abyssal World was saved by this Emperor; how have you ever repaid me, or how could you?"... It was remarkably similar to what had just been said.

"Utter nonsense!" Bai Yu raged inwardly, but his self-restraint as an Abyssal Knight prevented him from uttering overly vulgar words: "Your mad ravings have gone far enough; there's no need for further discussion!"

"Allow me to tear away your true facade and deliver the Pure Land's judgment!"

The Mist Emperor spoke with pity: "A pitiful knight from a filthy place dares to be presumptuous before this Emperor!"

The pale sword suddenly blazed with cold light, emitting a piercing clang. The abruptly plummeting chill forced Mo Xifeng to retreat far back. Bai Yu spoke no further. Profound light swirled around him, and his body merged with the white sword, transforming into a dazzling streak of icy light that no one dared to look directly at, as he shot straight into the massive Abyss Mist ahead.

Just then, Bai Yu's body suddenly plummeted, and even the icy light on his sword vanished in an instant. The world abruptly fell into an eerie silence; all sounds completely vanished.

Bai Yu's heart pounded... This aura... Could it be...?

In countless horrified eyes, a star plummeted from the distant high heavens, carrying a terrifying pressure that made everyone hold their breath and completely sealed off all sounds in the world.

Within the falling star was clearly the figure of a person. Clad in silver armor, with eyes like shining stars, his hand, as lustrous as jade and encircled by a dazzling and strange stellar array, pushed aside layers of Abyss Mist as he reached directly for the grey eyes within.

Co... Commander!?

The moment that familiar oppressive aura descended, Bai Yu swiftly pulled back his power, shifting from offense to defense, fiercely protecting himself, and simultaneously roared to his accompanying knights, "Retreat quickly!"

The hand, still surrounded by the stellar array, plunged into the Abyss Mist, instantly transforming into a colossal palm shadow a thousand zhang in size. The terrifying force that erupted in that instant mercilessly annihilated the space where the Mist Emperor had been.

Boom————

Across hundreds of miles, the land ripped open with countless star-shaped fissures. Ten thousand rays of starlight shot upwards, piercing straight through the sky.

"Waaahhhh—"

Countless screams echoed within the violent starlight. The nearby profound practitioners were swept away as if by a hurricane, all blasted far into the distance, with those of weaker cultivation instantly suffering severe injuries.

As they struggled to halt their momentum in the storm, the stellar radiance in their vision was still too dazzling to look at directly.

"That stellar array... could it be..."

"One of the Thirty-Six Abyssal Knight Commanders, Yu Chi Nanxing!"

The mere mention of the name "Yu Chi Nanxing" left everyone stunned, almost dizzy.

To the world, Abyssal Knights were immensely revered figures, for they served as the Pure Land's swords of order and blades of judgment.

Among the Abyssal Knights were thirty-six special beings, known as the Thirty-Six Commanders. They rarely appeared before people because they never needed to personally uphold order or deliver judgment; instead, each commanded a host of Abyssal Knights, standing above ordinary Abyssal Knights. Their status in the Pure Land was second only to the Abyss Emperor and the Four Divine Officials.

It was said that all Thirty-Six Abyssal Knight Commanders possessed Divine Extreme Realm cultivation.

Even setting aside their identity as Knight Commanders, the mere words "Divine Extreme Realm" alone made them undoubtedly a sub-mythical existence in the eyes of the world, second only to the Supreme True Gods.

Now, such a legendary figure had appeared here, personally to punish the Mist Emperor, who was stirring strange ripples in the Abyss.

"Yu Chi Nanxing, the legendary 'Southern Abyss Emperor Star'! Not only have we seen the Mist Emperor today, but we've also witnessed the divine might of such a figure with our own eyes!" a profound practitioner exclaimed, his voice trembling with excitement.

"Hiss... Such power is simply unimaginable. The Mist Emperor... surely he hasn't been torn apart already?"

"So, is the Mist Emperor real or fake? Is it a person disguised by some mysterious method? Or... is it truly, as some legends claim, formed from the Abyss Dust of the Mist Sea?"

Bai Yu was not blasted away; he hovered at the edge of the Mist Sea, raised his gaze to the front, and a slight smirk appeared on his lips: "As expected, you came personally after all."

The might of Divine Extreme power was terrifying, yet none of the profound practitioners left; even those severely injured endured to watch from a distance. They all wanted to see what the Mist Emperor's true form was—what kind of person or what kind of existence.

Starlight pierced through the Abyss Mist, and the grey eyes belonging to the Mist Emperor had vanished.

But what awaited them was not the Mist Emperor held between Yu Chi Nanxing's fingers, but a... muffled groan of pain.

Bai Yu's expression instantly changed.

Because this muffled groan clearly sounded like... Yu Chi Nanxing?

Boom!!

Boom!!!

Terrifying stomping sounds, like the earth splitting and sky collapsing.

The starlight gradually faded, but the Abyss Mist continued to churn. And a colossal shadow slowly stepped out from within the Abyss Mist.

The moment this colossal shadow appeared from the Abyss Mist, an overwhelmingly terrifying pressure, beyond the limits of perception and endurance, descended upon them. Everyone felt as if tens of thousands of mountains were pressing down; their limbs, internal organs, and even every drop of blood were completely sealed, only their pupils and souls trembled uncontrollably.

The Ancestral Kylin God!

Its massive tail, swung forward, had a human figure wrapped within it, eyes bulging in terror.

Bai Yu's face instantly went ashen, and he roared in disbelief, "Commander!!"

The vast space fell silent. Pairs of eyes, wide with shock, almost bursting, stared blankly ahead... The Knight Commander, who only moments ago had descended like a deity, striking directly at the Mist Emperor with world-shaking power, had not emerged from the Abyss Mist carrying the Mist Emperor's true form. Instead, he was tightly bound, his face, which should have exuded boundless heavenly might, was utterly pale with terror.

"Ancestral... Kylin God!" Yu Chi Nanxing groaned through gritted teeth.

Rumor had it that the Mist Emperor's first appearance was accompanied by the Ancestral Kylin God. Legend claimed the Ancestral Kylin God was controlled by the Mist Emperor.

This was the most ridiculous joke he had ever heard in his life... Even if subsequent rumors about the Mist Emperor became progressively more absurd, none compared even remotely to the claim of "controlling the Ancestral Kylin God."

Yet now, as a Commander of the Abyssal Knights, he was so terrified that his heart and spirit nearly shattered... And even more dreadful than the terror was the complete upheaval of his understanding, even the collapse of his beliefs...

The Ancestral Kylin God, one of the most terrifying Abyss Beasts in the depths of the Mist Sea.

Once a profound beast was corrupted by the Abyss, no matter how powerful it was in life, it would completely devolve into an Abyss Beast with only destructive instincts remaining... How could it be controlled? How was that possible?!

Moreover, the Ancestral Kylin God was clearly only supposed to appear in the deepest parts of the Mist Sea; it should under no circumstances appear at its edge...

He had been sensing the area for a long time, yet even as he unleashed his Divine Extreme heavenly might, he had not sensed the Ancestral Kylin God's presence at all.

It was the excessively dense Abyss Dust that prevented his spiritual perception, powerful enough to reach the Divine Extreme Realm, from detecting the Mist Emperor and the Ancestral Kylin God within the Abyss Mist.

"Uh... hah!!"

His eyes bloodshot, he roared, and the terrifying Divine Extreme power, strong enough to shatter worlds, erupted violently.

Amidst the earth-shattering roar of power, the ground was shaken and overturned. Bai Yu was violently forced back, nearly spitting blood. The profound practitioners behind him were sent flying in disarray, suffering heavy casualties.

However, the Ancestral Kylin God's massive tail showed no sign of being shaken off. His Divine Extreme power slammed against its body, producing a deafening clang like metal striking metal.

Rumble!

Boom—

He struggled desperately, his power erupting repeatedly. Cracks appeared in the scales on his side, but the immense force binding him showed not the slightest loosening from beginning to end, terrifying him to the point of gradual despair.