Chapter 1605: Darkness Ends

The fluctuation was utterly terrifying. In an instant, a bloody light illuminated more than half the universe. The void, the heavens, the earth, and the stars were all dyed crimson by the fiery red glow, as if a colossal crimson sun had erupted, its red light engulfing half the cosmos.

A Great Emperor-level figure exploded, blood splattering across the current era. The power was incomparable; that region on the cosmic frontier was destroyed, galaxies dimmed, and were annihilated into nothingness.

This was an unimaginable catastrophe, sending shivers down the spines of all living beings across the eight directions of the universe. It was an unspeakable terror; their souls felt as if they were shattering.

Powerful divine sense fluctuations emanated from the forbidden life zones, attempting to discern the true outcome of the battle.

The next moment, the universe seemed to stand still, plunging into a deathly silence. There was no sound, and all things withered.

Had he died? Had an Imperial Dao expert's reign thus ended, shattered from the pinnacle of their glory to their demise? This was the question on everyone's mind.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a bloody light pierced through the nine heavens. The Great Emperor's fluctuations shook the world. The endless bloody light and dazzling crimson glow all flowed backward, reverting in an instant to reconstruct the Emperor's body.

With a mighty hum, it was as if a primordial Chaos Ancestor God had broken free, tearing open the heavens and earth. The life fluctuations caused the primeval world to tremble violently, and the sun, moon, and stars all swayed incessantly.

"The Imperial Battle... is not over yet. An unblemished Imperial Dao expert cannot be extinguished!"

Some speculated that it might have been an intentional self-detonation to regain an advantage. The Emperor's body possessed boundless strength; if it truly exploded, the power would be too immense to imagine.

That a Great Emperor-level figure would be so ruthless made one's hair stand on end!

"It's Abandoning Heaven Supremacy. He was at a disadvantage, retreating from endless galaxies, fleeing to the cosmic frontier, forced to this extent."

People's hearts were in their throats, wondering if the white-clad woman had been injured. A Great Emperor had self-destructed; such a fierce method was merely to regain an advantage.

The great battle continued. The power of the flying immortal cleaved the cosmos, growing even stronger, illuminating the universe, dazzlingly brilliant.

From this, people realized that the Empress should not have been significantly affected. Otherwise, she would not maintain such a soaring, consistent momentum—this was the bearing of unparalleled invincibility.

This battle raged until the primeval universe collapsed, stars turned to dust, and it even affected some ancient life-bearing lands.

To replenish his vital energy, Abandoning Heaven Supremacy cruelly shifted the battlefield in those directions. Cold-blooded and ruthless, he turned two life-bearing planets into bloody grounds, leaving them as cosmic dust.

However, he only had these two opportunities. Next, he was forced into the Heavenly Venerable battlefield of the Mythological Era, a place where Imperial Dao figures once clashed.

Legend has it that during the Mythological Era, multiple Emperors coexisted!

Here, there was no light, no life, no complete star rivers. Only star fragments lay everywhere, along with gigantic corpses, larger than an entire starfield.

The two battled fiercely, the heavens collapsed, the earth cracked, and ghosts wailed. All sorts of terrifying and strange phenomena occurred. Especially in this Heavenly Venerable battlefield of the Mythological Era, a torrential blood rain poured down, and black lightning bolts streaked across, followed by one thunderous explosion after another.

Faintly, one could discern endless heavenly soldiers and generals, along with vast numbers of underworld soldiers, traversing the starfield, embarking on a campaign, bound for unknown distant lands.

Alas, nothing was noteworthy in this Imperial Battle. All anomalies and strange scenes would be obliterated, and towering light erupted amidst the galactic ruins.

Once again, bloody light soared to the sky, blood splattered across the universe. The Heavenly Venerable battlefield suffered a massive collapse, and some gigantic corpses were blasted into dust.

Abandoning Heaven Supremacy shattered once more. Bloody light, like a surging sea, swept across unknown light-years, terrifying the mortal realm.

A true Great Emperor battle, fought to this extent, truly shocked the human realm. The intensity was unparalleled, never before seen; it was beyond people's wildest imagination.

That the human body could possess such immense power! If this continued, the universe could truly be destroyed. It was an endless storm, sweeping away everything, unstoppable.

"Is he dead?"

"Can the Dark Turmoil finally end?"

However, shortly after, the Great Emperor's fluctuations continued. A supreme life aura burst forth as the Imperial Dao expert once again reassembled their supreme body, re-entering the battle.

It was so difficult; possessing an almost immortal body, a truly flawless Great Emperor was too powerful. Killing one was truly exceedingly difficult.

In the next half hour, Abandoning Heaven Supremacy shattered a total of four times. The latter instances were all blasted apart by the Flying Immortal's power, torn into fragments of bone and blood, and even his primordial spirit ruptured.

Finally, he perished, unable to resist. He did not survive this era.

On this day, cheers erupted everywhere, resounding through the heavens and echoing across the star sea. It was the will of all living beings, converging into a magnificent surge.

What about the Stone Emperor?

Afterward, people seemed to hear the sound of battle again, or perhaps it was just the clamor of the crowds. In the end, they only saw a giant cocoon traversing the sky, flying over every ancient life-bearing land.

When everything finally calmed down, there was no more war, no more turmoil. The blood gradually dispersed, the darkness was expelled, and dawn appeared.

A tall figure appeared like a demon king, his presence seeming to make the heavens crack, emitting a suffocating power fluctuation. He walked through galaxy ruins and battlefields, observing the remnants.

"Is the Stone Emperor dead? Has that woman fallen into slumber again after the battle? I am still alive, and I will endure!"

He was a Dacheng Hegemon Body. His thick hair cascaded wildly like a waterfall, and his eyes were terrifying. He walked among the galaxies, seeking the blood left by the Supremacies and searching for the shattered half of the Void Great Emperor's body. This battle had left behind too much, much of which was what he needed.

Finally, he too disappeared!

With this, the Dark Turmoil concluded. The most terrifying bloodbath and catastrophe in history came to an end. The duration was surprisingly short, much faster than anticipated.

However, it truly left behind too much grief.

"It's over, it's finally passed. The darkness of blood and tears has ended!"

"The catastrophe is over, and we are still alive!"

Cheers echoed from everywhere, piercing the sky, celebrating having survived this apocalypse. Everyone was ecstatic; it truly wasn't easy to have survived.

All were survivors of the catastrophe. They all gasped for breath, then roared at the sky. Only then could they truly appreciate the preciousness of life; being alive was better than anything.

People unleashed their emotions to their fullest, screaming with all their might to express their feelings.

And finally, when the cheers and excitement subsided, and people gradually quieted down, an atmosphere of sorrow and desolation pervaded, and weeping sounds gradually emerged.

This turmoil had claimed too many lives. One ancient life-bearing land after another turned crimson. Corpses piled up on the ground, heap upon heap, higher than mountains and vaster than seas.

"Child, where are you? Come back and see your mother." A white-haired old woman cried heartbreakingly, covered in blood, slumped on the ground, feeling a chill throughout her body.

"Father, please don't die. I beg you, you must live!" A frail young girl vigorously shook a body, but blood merely flowed from the man's mouth, his eyes dim. He weakly stretched out a hand, touched her face, then lowered his head, and fell silent.

"Mommy, don't sleep. Get up, please get up!" A three or four-year-old child cried loudly, clinging to the arm of an already cold body, tears filling their wide eyes.

And this was merely a microcosm of the human tragedy, seen everywhere—not just in one starfield, but spanning vast regions of the universe. A bleak wind and bloody rain, with somber clouds of sorrow.

This battle resulted in immense losses. Many heroes perished far from home. Though lacking the power of a Great Emperor, they charged into battle beyond the territories, spilling their blood across the starry sky.

In fact, many people exploded into blood and bone even before reaching the battlefield. They were willing but powerless. In the end, they could only let out a roar of defiance.

Such people were not few. Witnessing the despondency of Void, the bloodshed of Hengyu, and the sorrow of Gai Jiuyou, they charged forward fearlessly. Although they did not make a difference, they ignited the flames of indomitable will within all living beings.

"What a pity, too much was lost. An unbearable burden, so much sorrow." The big black dog looked bleak, sighing in the starry sky. Feeling a bit dejected and despondent, it slowly departed.

The Void Mirror shattered. The Grand Emperor Sword broke. The Nine Li Scroll ripped apart. The Western Emperor Pagoda was incomplete. The Hengyu Cauldron exploded...

From this day on, most of the Emperor Weapons in the universe were destroyed, leaving behind too many wounds and much grief. The cost was too immense, unbearable.

The Supremacy battle affected too wide a range of starfields, also causing a terrible blood calamity. The former glory seemed so pale on this day.

Weeping was heard throughout the universe. Ji Ziyue, clad in white mourning attire, carried a basket of white flowers, weeping and scattering flowers along the way. Glistening petals fluttered, accompanied by the blood mist from the battlefield remnants.

"Ye Fan..." she murmured, distraught.

God King Ji Haoyue's eyes were also red. They had many to mourn: not only the Void Great Emperor and Ye Fan, but also Young Ancestor Ji Zi. One by one, they had all departed.

All of the Ji family arrived, and all who survived mourned deeply.

"Find the remains, even if it's just a bone, a drop of blood!" Ji Haoyue said with difficulty.

Ji Ziyue wiped away her tears, but soon more glistening ones fell. Her heart ached greatly. She scattered white petals and silently walked into the distance, searching all the way.

Jiang Yifei arrived, his mournful cries shaking the heavens, leading the Jiang clan to pay respects, filled with sorrow and grief. The White-clad God King had died for him, pushing him away at the critical moment, giving him the hope of life.

All major inheritances—immortal dynasties, sacred lands, and powerful clans—arrived. Some were silent, others wailed in sorrow. How many Imperial Weapons were buried here, never to reappear.

People from Heavenly Village also arrived, searching everywhere, intending to turn over every battlefield, traversing the cosmic frontier, roaring in grief.

"Ye Fan, Senior Gai, God King Jiang, Ji Zi, come back to life! Don't die!" Li Heishui's eyes were bloodshot as he frantically yelled and searched in these places.

"Holy Son, where are you? I believe you're still alive!" Little Sparrow cried loudly, tears streaming down constantly.

"Master!" Ye Tong cried out, his face filled with sorrow, tears rolling down. It was Ye Fan who had taken him in years ago, battling the Golden Crow clan and taking him away, which led to him being who he was today.

Too many people arrived, all somber. The battlefield was too vast, encompassing numerous starfields, and they searched tirelessly.

"Void Great Emperor, Hengyu Great Emperor..." Many races came here to worship, with great reverence and full of sorrow.

The end of the Dark Turmoil, a blood calamity, left behind too much sorrow, filling hearts with bitterness.

"Ye Fan! Ji Zi!"

The Saint Prince roared, his golden fur standing on end. He was consumed by rage. Of the two brothers he once fought alongside, only he remained.

"I truly want to flatten the major forbidden life zones!" Dongfang Ye roared in fury.

Batch after batch of people arrived to mourn the dead, the Emperor Weapons, this battle, this era—a burial ground of blood and bone, a battlefield where lives rested, desolate and bleak.

Ye Tong, Huahua, and Little Sparrow searched for a full century, hoping to find even a single bone or a drop of blood from Ye Fan, but unfortunately, they were disappointed.

The Myriad Things Mother Qi Cauldron, left by Ye Fan in Heavenly Village, was neither inherited nor used by anyone. It was ultimately buried in his cenotaph.