Him and their stars.

Chapter 2179 Fall and Future

Yu Lian raised his head, wiping the blood from his eyes, his gaze weary yet clear: "I could give counterexamples, but that's no longer important. Your Majesty, in fact, real change has already occurred. I brought this trend of thought here, and it will develop, progress, and evolve on its own. It is already a part of the universe, and you cannot move it away."

At this point, Yu Lian indeed felt a very strong sense of pride.

He suddenly realized that if he had any achievements in his life, any accomplishments that would allow him to chat and laugh with Teacher Ma and Teacher Li after his death, it would probably be this.
Perhaps, as the emperor said, if he stayed on the mountaintop for too long, he would regret everything he had done and wish he could kill his twenty-year-old self. But at least for now, he truly felt incredibly proud.

"If one day I stand on the opposite side of this ideal, then someone will come to punish me. My comrades are indeed of many different kinds; some follow me for fame and fortune, but there are also pure people. Pure ideals can be passed down. Even the Galactic Empire, isn't that the case?"

The light in the emperor's golden eyes dimmed rapidly, and the former madness, power, majesty, and fierceness were being replaced by a profound emptiness.

"What an arrogant fellow! Hahaha, now I know why I feel so drawn to you. In essence, you are even more arrogant and insane than I am. Hasn't the entire universe become your sample for social experiments?"

"Perhaps. The reason I was able to defeat you might be because I'm evil enough! Even more evil than you. So many things have happened throughout history, the rise and fall of dynasties, it's all about not treating people like human beings." Yu Lian shrugged. "But it doesn't matter, anyway, I've already released a ghost, a ghost that will soon envelop the entire universe. I feel that my historical mission is over. If a ninth-ring psychic still has a spirit after death, then it can also... Oh, dead? By the way, are you really dead this time?"

Yu Lian slowly stood up, his body swaying, but his back remained straight. At this point, even if it was just to bid farewell to a ninth-ring psychic, a sense of ritual was still necessary.

Yu Lian felt the last glimmer of the emperor's spirit, like a candle flickering in the wind, suddenly extinguished.

Emperor Elither the Great, the emperor of the Holy Galactic Empire, fell here.

Of course, as I said before, although he was called the Great Emperor during his lifetime, based on the war in the last year of his life, he would probably have had to sit at the same table as Boro III.

Even if he is a ninth-ring psychic, it probably won't be enough to salvage his historical reputation.

“You see, from this perspective, the difference between gods and mortals isn’t that great,” Yu Lian said, gazing at the emperor’s corpse, which now only had half a head remaining.

This is probably how one bids farewell to their deceased loved ones.

However, at the very instant the emperor's life force completely dissipated, Yu Lian also felt a sense of crisis as if a mountain had collapsed.

The entire metal platform, along with the surrounding viscous gray mist and the eerie, fleshy space, began to tremble violently. The intertwined energies constantly clashed and annihilated each other, as if the world itself were wailing in agony!
Having lost its core support, this subspace bubble, which relied on the remains of the Void Lord and the Emperor's will to exist, began its irreversible collapse.

On the surrounding high walls, the unnatural geometric patterns flickered wildly, then shattered inch by inch, turning into dust of light. The gray mist swirled back, and the space itself twisted and compressed like a crumpled piece of paper, emitting a teeth-grinding creaking sound.

However, this is not the point.

A spiritual vibration is materializing and solidifying.

It wasn't a particularly strong fluctuation, but it was extremely mysterious. As for its origin, it was clearly the remains of the emperor.

His remaining spirit is irreversibly heading towards annihilation, yet that last glimmer of fierce fire seems to be the core of all destiny, cause and effect, and information.

Perhaps it was because he had almost fought the emperor all day, or perhaps the space bubble he was in was based on the other's spirit, but at this moment, Yu Lian suddenly realized that he had actually developed a subtle resonance with the other's soul.

Thus, he immediately and clearly sensed that strange tearing sensation. The last remaining flame of his spirit, the last core of his spirit, was naturally being severed.

Even so, there was no intense pain that tore through the mind and memories.

He clearly saw that, in the instant before it was extinguished, the remaining flame of the soul was drawn away, leaving behind a chilling emptiness and void. It was the experience of a deeper web of fate being annihilated.

In that instant, Yu Lian had this inexplicable illusion. He felt that in this process of stripping and tearing apart, everything about the emperor's past—his memories, his history, his achievements, his very existence—was about to be extinguished in the torrent of time, along with the extinguished flame of his soul.

He quickly regained his composure, and his spiritual vision was instantly and passively activated.

Yu Lian clearly saw a pure, dark light emanating a chilling aura from within. It was like a small black hole, devouring all light. Yet, despite this, it was a solid black hole.

Therefore, upon witnessing this object, the fear of being swallowed by an endless abyss of gravity is gone, replaced by a calm and grounded feeling, as grounded as a young and vigorous star.

Upon closer observation using one's own "psychic" vision, one can clearly perceive a high-level "color" beyond the spectrum within the core of this object—a sense of distorted perception caused by a warped physical constant of the universe.

This black stone, no bigger than a fist, appeared unremarkable at first glance, yet it was as heavy as a collapsed star core. Within it lay the most primordial spiritual energy secrets, touching upon the level of laws. Yu Lian immediately realized that this was a zero-element crystal, something he had never encountered before, and had never even heard of.

But now that even zero-element crystals have appeared, it seems His Majesty the Emperor is truly dead this time.

Yu Lian quickly grasped the peculiar black gem in his hand. The instant he held it, he felt as if he were actually holding a neutron star; the sudden immense weight almost dragged his entire body into the collapsing chaotic energy.

However, when he actually held it in his hand, it stood there quietly, its enormous mass vanishing in an instant.

Yu Lian still couldn't feel any temperature or vibration, but he vaguely sensed that all-encompassing spiritual rhythm.

However, there was no time to observe any further. Yu Lian quickly hid the peculiar gem in his pocket and turned his attention to the real anomaly.

A simple, elegant, yet profound and mysterious phantom slowly emerged from the residual halo of the black gemstone.

The Void Crown. A treasure of the Holy Galactic Empire.

The invisible crown that has always been embedded in the emperor's soul is now being unbound.

It regained its freedom, hovering in the collapsing void. At the very center of the ancient black ring structure, there was still that bright, eye-like gem, seemingly looking down upon it.

“The Void Crown will go to find a new master.” Yu Lian thought of the emperor’s last words and immediately got goosebumps all over his body.

"Don't touch me!" Yu Lian waved his hand at it: "I'm not the emperor! I'm not even a Tireiro!"

Fortunately, the highly mysterious treasure did not come closer; it remained suspended in place, and even the ruby ​​in the center dimmed, as if it had lost its soul.

At the same moment, the collapse of this world has already accelerated.

The metal platform beneath his feet was trembling incessantly, beginning to tumble like a leaf falling into a flood, plummeting into the turbulent spatial currents below.

The gray mist was torn apart and dissolved, and the remaining fleshy tentacles emitted a silent shriek before turning into ashes.

The emperor's remains began to dissipate at the edge of the spatial turbulence, rapidly weathering and dissipating like a sand sculpture, along with the shattered red crystals, all transforming into endless spiritual light.

This was probably the most spectacular death Yu Lian had ever witnessed of a psychic. The brilliant aura scattered into the void, like a grand fireworks display. If the background weren't the collapsing sky, if the entire space hadn't turned into a boiling mess, Yu Lian would probably have taken some time to appreciate this wonder.

But now, he could only focus most of his attention on stabilizing his body, watching as the last trace of Emperor Elithel's spirituality vanished into nothingness.

He took a deep breath, enduring the exhaustion and discomfort of both his soul and body, and his gaze swept over the empty crown suspended in the gray mist, taking one last look at the place where the emperor had disappeared.

"Take care," he murmured repeatedly, unsure whether he was speaking to the deceased or to himself.

He turned around, searching for the "gap" in his perception where the spatial structure was weakest and where the connection with the primary material world was not yet completely severed.

Although he was exhausted and on his last legs, his senses were sharper than ever before, especially at this time.

He stood on the edge of collapse, his intuition scanning the chaotic spatial structure like radar.

The direction of the exit was now clear—it was a faint golden crack that appeared and disappeared amidst the gray fog and chaotic energy, and the coordinates leading to the material world flickered in our perception like a lighthouse.

His body was nearing its limit. Every muscle was groaning, his spiritual energy was drying up like a parched riverbed, and even his breath carried a rusty, bloody smell.

For him in his prime, leaping across this short spatial rift of a few hundred meters would have been a matter of a single thought, but for him now... well, it would only require a tiny bit more effort.

However, even in his deep exhaustion, Yu Lian's mind remained remarkably clear.

"I can't go on like this." His intuition told him that if he did, not only would his already weakened body be torn apart by the spatial turbulence, but he might also miss some important information.

That might be a very important clue about fate and cause and effect.