Chapter 228: Transcendence
Chapter 228: Transcendence
In the capital city,
For half a month, Emperor Hun Chong launched a massive purge against the National Master’s forces like a madman, declaring Blood Cultivators as evil practitioners. Several factions linked to Blood Cultivators were eradicated, and Hun Chong crushed all opposition with his Fighting Emperor power. After wiping out these forces, he ordered nationwide temple demolitions through imperial decree.
“Sigh.”
Li Chongnan looked even more aged.
“My lord, should we flee?”
Where could they flee? This world… was too small.
Li Chongnan’s wife, once a Divine Dynasty princess, had developed genuine affection with him over years. She noticed his rapid aging most keenly. Unlike others, she knew Kunlun Mountain’s true might – the Celestial Emperor’s power remained beyond their understanding.
“Retire early.”
Li Chongnan felt no regret. Abandoning his royal-blooded family to return to Kunlun Mountain was impossible – their lineage inherently opposed his sect since the Divine Dynasty’s founding.
A thunderclap tore through the sky.
Heart pounding, Li Chongnan rushed into the courtyard. Above hovered an illusory palace where a green-robed young man sat on a divine seat, extending his left hand through the clouds. Lightning erupted instantly, waking countless sleepers who knelt begging heaven’s mercy.
CRACK!
Another world-ending bolt struck toward the capital.
“I’ve awaited you!”
Golden-robed Hun Chong soared from the Forbidden Palace, fighting spirit flames engulfing him like a war deity. He charged straight at the celestial strike.
BOOM!
Raw power collided without technique.
Blinding light forced everyone to shield their eyes. When the glare faded, Hun Chong landed unharmed though his robes hung shredded.
“National Master, you can’t hurt me now. You lose!”
A system panel flickered in Hun Chong’s vision. Pouring all potential points into fighting spirit, he broke past Fighting Emperor level. Steam billowed from his battle-god frame.
Above,
Azure-clad Ye Chen remained seated, gaze cold.
He’d never considered the emperor a true rival. Only the temple destruction order had drawn his attention.
Their worlds differed completely.
But since this ant disturbed him, crushing it mattered little – even a “Fighting Emperor” ant.
“Quantity without quality means nothing.”
Ye Chen pressed his palm downward again.
Over the capital,
Darkness swallowed the sky.
The once-overpowering Hun Chong abruptly halted. Lightning crackled again in the sky, now manifesting as a thousand bolts. Each carried the same destructive force he’d desperately resisted earlier.
“Impossible! How do you still possess such power?!”
Hun Chong couldn’t grasp it. He’d clearly achieved his breakthrough, yet here he stood trapped.
“I’m heaven’s chosen one…”
His confidence shattered into despair. It resembled an ant finally pushing aside a pebble only to face a hundred more thrown by a passing human – the crushing realization that his life-or-death struggle had been against mere casual strikes from an opponent holding infinite such attacks.
“Potential points. I need more potential points.”
Like a drowning gambler clutching at straws, Hun Chong poured all remaining hope into the ‘system’.
Beyond his perception, Zuo Meng and the Nameless Heavenly Dao observed coldly. The system had always been Zuo Meng’s tool to manipulate Hun Chong into pressuring Ye Chen’s growth. Having mastered eight layers of world essence, Zuo Meng could warp reality itself – past, present, and future. A mere system meant nothing.
“This pawn has outlived its usefulness.”
To cosmic beings, the system wasn’t impressive – just another ruleset toy. True power lay in essence. The Fighting World below? Zuo Meng could rewrite its fundamental laws tomorrow, turning everyone into game characters with floating status panels if he wished.
Zuo Meng watched Hun Chong’s death throes impassively.
Immortality eroded humanity. Values shifted like desert sands – so gradually even he didn’t notice. That’s why Master Zuo Han Sheng and Junior Sister Zuo Qiu mattered. They anchored his fading humanity. Lose them, and he’d become like those emotionless Dao amalgamations – a machine wearing human skin.
The system?
Hun Chong finally noticed – no response came. The interface dimmed, abandoning him.
Useless.
He understood instantly. He’d discarded countless ministers this way during his reign. Now heaven discarded its emperor.
“Screw your heavens! What am I? What’s this world? What are millions of lives?!”
BOOM!
Heaven answered with ten thousand thunderbolts.
The palace vaporized. Princes, concubines, eunuchs – all gone. Ye Chen erased the Soul Clan’s Divine Dynasty that had ruled the Fighting World for millennia. Blood Cultivators rose as fighting essence itself got scrubbed from reality. Soon, none would remember battle auras ever existed.
“From this day, this is the World of Divine Path.”
Ye Chen rose from his divine seat.
CRACK!
The sky fractured like glass. Chains binding him snapped one by one until only a person-sized rift remained.
He stepped through.
Into the small room where Zuo Meng and the Nameless Heavenly Dao played their cosmic game.
“Teacher.”
Memories cascaded into Ye Chen. When the flood subsided, he bowed deeply to Zuo Meng.