Chapter 1072: Black Emperor Breaks Into Tears

After speaking, the golden Saint Ape killed Silvermoon King, slapping him to death with a flick of its hand. Bloody, a genius of the ancient race had fallen.

Everyone from all races felt a chill run down their spines. Such an extraordinary figure as Silvermoon King, who was highly likely to become a Great Saint in the near future, had just been killed.

At the same time, the golden Saint Ape swept its finger forward. Several other Ancestor Kings screamed, transforming into a rain of blood. All were killed; not a single one survived.

"Have mercy..." The old, weary voices of the ancient patriarchs from Firelin Cave and Blood Phoenix Mountain echoed, but they could only watch the bloody scene unfold.

The Victorious Fighting Buddha was decisive. He slaughtered all of Great Saint Kunzhou's followers; not one survived, leaving only a lingering mist of blood.

Outside True Immortal City, people felt immense pressure and dared not breathe. This bloody outcome served as a stark warning to many.

The Victorious Buddha, descending from Mount Sumeru, showed no mercy, acting with fierce resolve as he swept away all enemies.

The old patriarchs of the imperial clans all had veins throbbing on their foreheads. But now it was too late for anything to be said. What had happened had happened. Were they to blame the Victorious Fighting Buddha? It would be useless and only cause offense.

"In the struggle for the imperial path, if heroes from various factions act against my nephew, I will not concern myself," said the Victorious Fighting Buddha. "But if ancient kings of the Saint realm disregard their status to bully the weak or oppress others with their power, then I can only follow suit."

Upon hearing this, people understood. The Victorious Fighting Buddha's actions were merely to protect his nephew. This was a demonstration of deterrence, serving as a warning bell for the Ancestor Kings.

For many years, the Victorious Fighting Buddha had not concerned himself with his nephew's life or death, as the time was not right. Now that the Ancestor Kings had interfered, he had descended from Mount Sumeru.

With the Victorious Fighting Buddha so powerful, having even suppressed and killed Great Saint Kunzhou, who would dare provoke him? No one would dare bully the Saint Prince ever again.

The lineage of the Fighting Saint Ape now had only two remaining members. Yet, they were a lineage within the imperial clan that no one dared provoke, counted among the strongest imperial clans.

"A powerful imperial clan with only two members... Alas!" Many people sighed inwardly. This lineage was truly too powerful; even with sparse numbers, they stood unshakeable.

"I also do not wish for any Saint-level ancient kings to harass my nephew's friends," the Victorious Fighting Buddha added, sweeping his gaze towards Ye Fan and Ji Zi.

As soon as this statement was made, it was equivalent to giving them a protective talisman. When the Victorious Fighting Buddha spoke, it was an unchallengeable decree.

Having just killed Great Saint Kunzhou, it was believed that no one would dare to undermine him or bother Ye Fan and others. Today's battle was enough to awe the world.

"I invite fellow Daoists to a discussion at Divine Silkworm Ridge," said the old patriarch of the Divine Silkworm race, inviting the Victorious Fighting Buddha, Great Saint Huntuo, Golden King, and the Great Saint from Myriad Dragon Nest, among others.

"Good, I had the same intention," said Huntuo.

The old patriarchs from Firelin Cave, Primordial Lake, and Blood Phoenix Mountain also nodded in agreement.

Today was like the breaking of the heavens. The Eight Divisions of Deities were utterly destroyed, and Kunzhou fell. This was a major event that would shake the entire world, and the great figures standing at the peak needed to sit down and talk.

The Victorious Fighting Buddha put away his Imperial Armament, his dharma form returning to his body, and departed with the other grand figures.

"Uncle..." called the Saint Prince.

"Walk your own path and overcome your father's Imperial Path Scar. Your uncle is old and doesn't have much time left. I will do my best to clear some obstacles for you," the old monkey secretly transmitted his voice, carrying a hint of age and weariness, his back no longer so straight.

"Uncle..." the Saint Prince choked up. He knew that the Victorious Buddha's ruthless killings were all for him, meant to deter.

"Uncle, quickly take the divine marrow."

"Those things... let's talk about them later." The old monkey and the other grand figures vanished.

Outside True Immortal City, there was silence.

Moments later, the place suddenly erupted. With the grand figures gone, people no longer felt so suppressed. All the experts from various races let out a sigh of relief, and their voices grew noisy.

Such a major event had occurred today. To many, it felt like a dream. It was destined to cause a stir throughout the world.

"Great Saint Kunzhou is dead. He survived the Primordial Era, but could not withstand the reckoning of the Fighting Saint King. An old grievance from the Primordial Era has been resolved."

"The mighty Victorious Fighting Buddha, just as formidable as he was in the Primordial Era, had been in seclusion on Mount Sumeru for years. As soon as he reappeared before all races, he killed a great enemy and swept away the Eight Divisions of Deities..."

The imperial clans of Divine Silkworm Ridge, Blood Phoenix Mountain, and others dispersed. Other great king clans also left one after another. With such a major event occurring today, the leaders of each race needed to return and ponder it.

Ye Fan, the Saint Prince, Ji Zi, and others also left. There was no need to linger in this place of conflict. They stepped into the spatial gate and vanished from the world.

The great battle thus concluded!

However, the world did not become peaceful. The news spread to various regions, and many cultivators were discussing it.

The Celestial Prince's death was merely the fuse, a catalyst for old grievances among the ancient Great Saints. No one had expected the ensuing series of great upheavals to be so intense.

No region across the world was calm. Although humanity was not directly affected, it still unsettled many cultivators. The battle of the Great Saints from beyond the domain shocked the entire world.

"The Victorious Fighting Buddha is too brave! He truly is the blood brother of the ancient Saint Emperor!"

"What a peerless master! This battle was the best demonstration, sweeping away all enemies and dominating the world."

The impact of this battle far exceeded people's imagination. Even the most remote regions were discussing it, and the news even spread overseas.

"This world is about to descend into chaos. The Immortal Path will open, and who knows what kind of monsters might emerge? The Saints from beyond the domain are probably arriving soon too."

Not only humanity was concerned, but even the ancient races were holding secret discussions. In this great era, anything was possible. If a Great Saint could die today, then a major imperial clan might be wiped out tomorrow.

With the Immortal Path opening, an unimaginable great era was approaching. The world would no longer be peaceful, filled with the unknown.

Southern Domain, Guanghan Pavilion.

Melodious music and pleasant singing filled the air. This was a splendid, golden hall, appearing especially ethereal under the hazy moonlight.

Similar to Miaoyu Nunnery, Guanghan Pavilion was a major pleasure ground in the Eastern Wasteland. It was also an ancient legacy.

After the battle, Ye Fan, the Saint Prince, and Ji Zi returned to the Southern Domain. Their entire bodies relaxed as they ascended Guanghan Pavilion to drink wine.

Not for romance or specific desires, their tensed nerves relaxed. They raised their cups and drank together. This battle, far-reaching in its implications, had begun because of them and concluded by the Victorious Fighting Buddha.

"Speak of the Immortal Realm, speak of the Celestial Road, ancient conquests, all Great Emperors amount to naught..." The Black Sovereign vigorously beat a large drum. Completely drunk, it sang, alternating between weeping and laughing.

A dishevelled large dog, singing and weeping, surprised everyone. Then, a wave of silence fell.

From ancient times until now, what cultivators strived for—their ultimate goal—was to become immortal. But who had ever achieved it? No one knew.

"Eighty thousand years ago, did Great Emperor Wushi forcibly open the gate to the Immortal Realm?" Ye Fan asked.

"I don't know..." The Black Sovereign was incredibly mournful, heavily intoxicated. Its eyes were filled with ancient sorrow and desolation.

All of them were drunk.

"I was sealed in the divine source at that time, truly unaware of what happened. That day was so sudden..." The Black Sovereign growled in a low voice.

"Great Emperor Wushi, how mighty and invincible he was! Yet he too had a day when he would grow old. From his birth, to defeating all enemies, to sweeping through the forbidden zones of life, tens of thousands of years passed. Even the most powerful person cannot resist the passage of time!"

The Black Sovereign grew even more mournful, genuine emotions showing, tears rolling down as it recounted the matter buried in its heart.

"In this world, nothing could contain a Great Emperor. From within the divine source, I watched him slowly grow old..."

The Black Sovereign, filled with unwillingness, vigorously poured wine into its mouth.

"That was Great Emperor Wushi! Undefeated in his life, sweeping through the nine heavens and ten lands, peerlessly lonely throughout history. Yet in the end, he couldn't withstand the onslaught of the river of time. I watched him with my own eyes as he entered his twilight years..."

There were divine sources in the world, but they could not delay the aging of a Great Emperor's body. Imperial blood was too powerful; it simply couldn't be sealed!

"He was Great Emperor Wushi! The most astonishing and powerful person throughout history! He... he actually also had a day when he grew old!" The Black Sovereign cried out in pain, rambling, unable to accept any of it.

"Do you know? Even before he became an Emperor, he had taken up Imperial Armaments with his bare hands, killed Saint Spirits, displaying a heroic and magnificent demeanor, invincible throughout the world. But he... he too grew old," The Black Sovereign wept loudly.

It had followed Great Emperor Wushi, sealed within the divine source. It had witnessed everything with its own eyes. Watching the world's strongest decline into old age filled it with sorrow and pain.

"To the world, Great Emperor Wushi was mighty beyond compare; there was nothing he couldn't do," it lamented. "Yet, there was also the day he grew old, his vital energy depleted. Sitting alone in Purple Mountain, moving towards the twilight end of his life—for a person invincible throughout the ages, how sorrowful that was!"

The Black Sovereign cried, its true emotions laid bare.

It was merely an ordinary beast. Great Emperor Wushi had adopted it when he found it near starvation, keeping it by his side, allowing it to grow to an incredible state.

To it, Great Emperor Wushi was like a parent. Their bond was profoundly deep, hard to describe.

It was drunk, mumbling and recounting many unknown past events.

Eighty thousand years ago, Gu Tianshu arrived and entered Purple Mountain. Great Emperor Wushi sealed him within the divine source, allowing him to wait for this era, hoping he could be reborn and enter the Immortal Realm.

Also eighty thousand years ago, Great Emperor Wushi's life was nearing its end. Having lived for tens of thousands of years, he finally reached his last moments.

"He made me fall into a deep sleep, and Gu Tianshu also became hazy," the Black Sovereign muttered to itself. "He went alone to defy heaven and contend for it. I don't know... if he succeeded."

Afterward, on that magnificent Dao platform, only a patch of tribulation ash remained. Both it and Gu Tianshu had a bad premonition.

Although there was hope in their hearts, they felt the outcome might be very cruel.

Ye Fan and Ji Zi could tell from its words that the big black dog harbored more pessimism. It simply did not reveal it on normal days, not allowing itself to believe it.

Ye Fan sighed inwardly. Although he had never met Great Emperor Wushi, he had learned much from various legends. The impression he had was of someone who transcended deities, omnipotent, capable of anything!

However, such a magnificent Great Emperor also had a day when he grew old. Who could still believe in true immortality after that?

"Great Emperor, you were too strong, never willing to bow your head," the Black Sovereign cried, shedding tears. "Perhaps there was a way to live on, but you were unyielding, saying you disdained clinging to life. You wanted to enter the Immortal Realm in your strongest form... but I will never see you again."

Ye Fan, Ji Zi, and the Saint Prince all trembled slightly. All of them stared at it.

"Gazing at the Immortal Path, a desolate dream, white hair scattered, vast seas and blue skies withered, thirty Emperors throughout eternity, how many Saints turned to dust..." The Black Sovereign wept loudly.

This was an unprecedented prosperous age. The Immortal Path was about to open, drawing near. No one knew what the future held or what would truly happen.