Chapter 201: Old and Honest Taoist Immortality

Dao Changsheng’s face was lowered, as if trembling. After a moment of silence, he spoke.

“Emperor Longhong Jinwu, your combat power is unparalleled. You are hailed as the most powerful Heavenly Emperor throughout history, yet you have never unleashed your full strength, remaining the most mysterious and ancient. Even Human Ancestor Xuyounian died with regret before you, having been outmaneuvered. Are you now trying to subdue me with mere words?” Dao Changsheng instantly understood his intent, yet he took another step forward. “More talk is useless. I intend to stop this catastrophe.”

This young Heavenly Emperor, with such clear eyes, remained so resolute?

The surrounding Ancestral Witches whispered among themselves, somewhat surprised.

“You’re not fleeing?”

An Ancestral Witch, emanating an incredibly terrifying aura and shimmering with magnificent light, let out a cruel laugh. “To protect the common people? You’re simply seeking your own death.”

Dao Changsheng replied calmly, “An emperor is the leader of the people; without people, there is no emperor. I am the Heavenly Emperor, with countless common people standing behind me. How can I flee? I don’t need to flee; I will fight a bloody battle against you!”

“Heh? This Heavenly Emperor is too naive! He wants to fight a bloody battle against us eleven Ancestral Witches all by himself. How ridiculous.”

The surrounding Ancestral Witches sneered.

Their eyes were chillingly cold as they discussed, “It’s better if he doesn’t flee. If this current Heavenly Emperor escapes and hides in the dark, it would be troublesome for us.”

“Our bodies are weakened, not as strong as in our prime. Every move is a great drain. We must finish this quickly.”

“There must be a conspiracy. How could a Heavenly Emperor be so reckless as to single-handedly fight eleven Heavenly Emperors? Everyone, be wary of traps.”

In an instant, Emperor Qi stood still, his expression calm.

Meanwhile, the ten Ancestral Witches, completely disregarding appearances, attacked simultaneously.

Seeing the attacks of the ten Ancestral Witches approaching, Dao Changsheng was overcome with sorrow. He completely broke down, crying like a child. “You... why don’t you go back... That way, you could still leave a final heroic glow in my heart. I don’t want your image to collapse in my mind, nor do I want to be your enemy, because once I face you, I alone can beat you all to death!”

Countless Ancestral Witches were instantly stunned.

The next second, a look of derision flashed across their faces as attacks rained down from all directions.

Boom!

Their techniques were incredibly refined, combining from all sides in a seamless attack. Dao Changsheng was utterly unable to resist and could only endure the ten Ancestral Witches’ assault with his golden body.

Clang!!

His body was like glazed jade; as the attacks landed on him, they continuously emitted the resonant sound of a golden bell.

Dao Changsheng couldn’t help but quickly bleed from the corners of his mouth. “My teacher truly didn’t lie to me. I originally thought that by cultivating the Pangu Golden Body and becoming the invincible Heavenly Emperor throughout history, I could fight twenty of them. But now, after trying... I can indeed fight ten of them.”

“And what’s more, I can only fight by trading injuries!”

His body seemed to grow with the wind, rising inch by inch. Against one of the Ancestral Witches, eight arms violently shot out from under his armpits, crossing up and down, transforming into eight divine fists that hammered down like a furious storm.

That Ancestral Witch was caught off guard; his head was instantly shattered by the eight fists, and his skeletal structure rapidly disintegrated, turning into a thin sheet of bloody pulp with popping sounds!

An Ancestral Witch died on the spot.

The entire scene fell silent. An ancient Ancestral Witch, who had once campaigned against the thirteen innate ancient gods and bathed in blood during hundreds of years of ancient god wars, had fallen here in just a few blinks of an eye?

“Next one.”

Dao Changsheng was bathed in blood, his body shattered and half his head missing, but his eyes blazed with fierce fighting spirit.

“His body is so mangled, how can he still not be dead?”

“His eight-armed golden body’s attacks are ferocious; each punch is comparable to the full power of a Heavenly Emperor’s strike!”

“He is an astonishing figure, capable of fighting to the death against an Ancestral Witch even when we ten Ancestral Witches are working together. This will shock the world.”

The other nine Ancestral Witches showed a hint of terror on their faces and attacked together.

The cultivation of each Ancestral Witch was comparable to or slightly above/below Emperor Duan. Emperor Duan’s strength was indeed in the middle tier among them, ranking around fifth or sixth. However, Dao Changsheng’s body at this moment contained an entire world and a solar furnace, making his defense terrifyingly formidable. Though he felt pain, his life was not endangered at all.

Boom!

The second Ancestral Witch also fell in a flash.

Dao Changsheng endured the attacks of the remaining eight Ancestral Witches, pinned the fallen Ancestral Witch to the ground, and in the manner of a street brawl, pulverized him into a bloody paste with eight fists, as if pounding glutinous rice cakes.

“How can such a monster exist?”

The remaining Ancestral Witches exchanged glances, utterly terrified to see one of their own beaten to death in such a way.

“One person fighting eleven Heavenly Emperors!”

“We have hope.”

Meanwhile, within the world inside his body, countless people stared wide-eyed.

They watched the bloody ground outside. Dao Heavenly Emperor’s combat power was simply too shocking; he single-handedly fought ten ancient Heavenly Emperors, possessing terrifying physical strength, trading injuries, and even managing to kill two of them.

“Now for the rest of you Ancestral Witches...”

Dao Changsheng’s slender figure was covered in blood, his eyes clear as water, and his fighting spirit blazed. “How do you wish to die?”

The Ancestral Witches stopped their attacks. A chilling fear arose within them, and they trembled with apprehension, looking at the seemingly honest and straightforward young Heavenly Emperor before them. He was indeed so honest—he said he could fight ten of them, and he truly could!

A ludicrous and horrifying thought surfaced in their minds:

He truly wants to kill all of us!

Inside the inner world, Meng Mei and others discussed among themselves.

They were in the “cockpit” of the Indestructible Golden Body, observing the horrific battle outside, where Dao Changsheng was fighting eleven ancient Heavenly Emperors alone, beyond the Great Luo Heaven.

“Advisors, two died so quickly! This doesn’t align with our predictions! These cunning old schemers, as final bosses, surely have countless tricks up their sleeves. To die so readily, could they be faking it?”

“I think so.”

“These Ancestral Witches are all acting so honest now; no matter how I look at it, I feel they’re full of malicious intent.”

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The entire Heavenly Realm trembled; the ground began to crack, slowly collapsing.

Dao Changsheng’s defense was extremely formidable, but at this point, he was too severely injured. There was almost no flesh left on his body, which had turned into a pale, jade-like skeleton, his bones covered in a web of cracks. One eye socket was empty, with only a single eye left, glancing sideways at them.

“Dao Heavenly Emperor...”

Within the inner world, the four major clans looked at the murals in the sky, at that unyielding figure, their voices already numb and trembling.

The great catastrophe of heaven and earth is upon us, the world is already plunged into darkness. Are we truly doomed?

The entire inner world was enveloped in despair and fear, unable to perceive a single ray of dawn. The Dao Heavenly Emperor outside was their last hope, single-handedly resisting the Ancestral Witch calamity and battling the ancient Heavenly Emperors.

Dao Changsheng gradually fell silent. “I hear countless beings weeping, calling out to me. They are filled with despair.”

Their calls seemed to converge into a form of incense, threads of it drifting towards the sky. That was the hope of all beings, transforming into the source of power for his Indestructible Golden Body.

“I’m too injured to move now. Fighting has become extremely inconvenient. It’s time to restore my body.”

Dao Changsheng took a deep breath.

He had relied on this Indestructible Golden Body until now, shattered and never having recovered his physical form.

And he couldn’t recover?

The characteristic of the Indestructible Golden Body is immense vitality; even decapitated, it could still twitch its legs like a cockroach. Is that even possible?

He could fully restore his body to its peak condition; it was just that previously there was no need to recover from minor injuries.

The energy within him at this moment, gathered from the faith of an entire world, continuously replenished him, like an eternal power furnace. Unless an extremely terrifying force instantly destroyed him in one blow, it would be very difficult to obliterate him.

This was the true Pangu Indestructible Golden Body!

“Now I’m so injured I can barely move. It’s time to recover,” Dao Changsheng thought. His flesh and blood continuously regenerated, his bones repaired, and in the blink of an eye, he returned to the appearance of the young Heavenly Emperor he was before.

He looked at the nine Heavenly Emperors again, falling silent for a moment, filled with emotion. “As expected of ancient Heavenly Emperors who overthrew the rule of the thirteen innate ancient gods! You actually took one of my lives. I sacrificed one of my lives, enduring severe injuries, just to kill two of your Ancestral Witches. You should know... even with my Pangu Golden Body, I only have a hundred lives.”

Dao Changsheng suddenly attacked. Relying on his golden body, he withstood the attacks of several other Ancestral Witches, brandishing his eight arms and beating another Ancestral Witch to death.

Another Ancestral Witch fell.

Everyone grew even more horrified, yet Dao Changsheng’s shattered body rapidly recovered, and he charged towards the next Ancestral Witch.

This battle lasted for half a day, the ground drenched in blood and piled with Dao Changsheng’s bones.

Finally, all ten Ancestral Witches were vanquished, leaving only Emperor Qi.

“You are the last one.”

Dao Changsheng’s expression became calm as he looked at the strongest Heavenly Emperor.

Dao Changsheng knew the other’s terrifying power. He slowly approached the corpse of an emperor that had been pounded into a bloody paste. “An emperor’s remains are still energy. I can put them into my inner world. After all, while my body’s capacity currently only allows for one living Emperor of the Void, it can’t accommodate a second living one, but a dead one, naturally, can be placed inside.”

With that, he grabbed a piece of flesh and was about to stuff it into his inner world.

But it wouldn’t go in.

Dao Changsheng: ???

The Emperor, whose flesh was pulverized: ???

Dao Changsheng was dumbfounded. He suddenly dropped the mass of flesh and took small steps towards the remains of another Heavenly Emperor nearby, which had been reduced to just a skull.

He tried to put it in, but again, it wouldn’t go.

Dao Changsheng: ???

Heavenly Emperor’s Skull: ???

Even with Dao Changsheng’s simple-mindedness, he finally understood. All the Heavenly Emperors he had supposedly killed were playing dead on the ground!

He stumbled back several steps in fright, looking at the puddles of blood on the ground and at Emperor Qi next to them. In his simple, honest way, he said, “You ancient Heavenly Emperors, you’ve all been hiding your strength so well! You’ve probably only revealed less than half, maybe even just a fifth, of your power, and you’ve all been playing dead on the ground! Then, you were waiting for me to kill them all so you could reap the benefits!”

Dao Changsheng immediately broke out in a cold sweat from fright.

He had originally thought he could fight a whole group of them, but it turned out they were all pretending. They all had treacherous plans to benefit from his efforts... Each of their combat powers was astonishing, and he probably could only defeat two of them, not eleven!

He was the only fool present.

These eleven Ancestral Witches were unwilling to use their true power, instead faking death one after another, using his hand to eliminate and probe the hidden strengths of the other Ancestral Witches, and even letting him test Emperor Qi’s power.

Inside the inner world.

“As expected, they’re all like you lot, skilled at faking death,” Meng Mei said, also stunned. “These eleven Ancestral Witches are simply shameless, too despicable... though still a little less so than us.”

Lei Chui’s face was filled with anguish. “This simpleton, he doesn’t understand social etiquette. The other Ancestral Witches were pretending to go easy on him, letting him bypass stages and go straight to fighting the big boss, Emperor Qi. But then he pulls this stunt. Where will the other Ancestral Witches put their faces now?”

“He acts tough all the time, and now at this crucial moment, when they’re going with the flow and helping him by pretending, letting him fight Emperor Qi, he doesn’t want it.”

Wizard Ancestor Pot, puffing on a local cigarette and exhaling smoke, looked troubled. “Now that he’s exposed them and won’t let them rest on the ground, those Ancestral Witches will have to stand up. He’s about to get thrashed in return.”