Perfect World: Ten Crowns

Chapter 432 The Emperor of Footprints, the Desolate End Revives!
Boom!

Above the Boundary Sea, a colossal bone staff stands at the edge of the universe, emerging from a black storm. Countless strands of chaotic energy descend, overwhelmingly powerful, carrying boundless immortal radiance that sweeps across heaven and earth, traversing the long river of time.

At this moment, the entire alien realm was glowing, countless enormous void rifts cracked open, and billions of living beings cried out in agony as they were engulfed by dark matter, all plunging into a terrifying transformation of life and death.

In order to kill the Emperor, Kundi had no choice but to sacrifice two dark giants, summoning the ancient artifacts of origin that had been dormant in the depths of the Boundary Sea, which triggered a terrible anomaly.

Even the kings from foreign lands couldn't help but change color at this moment.

Before they could even kill the emperor, half of the alien realm had already collapsed. This was not the result they wanted. However, from the moment the ancient artifact of origin was revived, the course of events was no longer in their hands. Even Kundi was gasping in shock.

"go!"

Instantly, Xia Sheng felt a chill run down his spine. He immediately activated his Divine Speed, traversing the river of time, and fled towards the outer realms.

Of course, before leaving, he did not forget to remind the Nine-Headed King.

"Roar!"

However, the Nine-Headed King let out a scream, but it was too late. It was illuminated by a ray of nine-colored light, and half of its body turned into darkness in an instant.

Even both heads underwent a strange transformation at this moment.

"Sir, save me!"

Immediately, its heart changed, and it reached out to Xia Sheng for help.

Having spent a long time in the dark prison, the Nine-Headed Immortal King naturally knew the consequences of being corrupted by darkness—that he would become a true monster.

Keng!
The next moment, a sword light swept in and directly severed two dark heads. It was Xia Sheng who made the move; he was ultimately unwilling to give up this fighting force.

puff!
Instantly, blood gushed forth, and the Nine-Headed King let out a miserable scream. He had no time to express his gratitude and hurriedly followed in Xia Sheng's footsteps, leaving this hellish place far away from the alien realm.

"Where to go!"

Kundi roared, his eyes turning bloodshot.

He was desperately urging the bone staff to smash it in the direction Xia Sheng had left. In an instant, a large area of ​​star field collapsed, and everything turned into nothingness, like the end of the world.

In order to revive the source artifact, the alien realm paid too high a price this time. If they still cannot keep the emperor, how can they explain to the billions of dead lives?
It should be noted that his ancestral lands were located within the collapsed portion of the alien realm.
However, the emperor was far too perceptive. The instant the ancient artifact revived, he moved away from the area, thus escaping the ultimate attack from the origin artifact.

Click!

However, the next moment, something even worse happened.

Under the watchful eyes of the kings of the alien realm, the Nine-Colored Bone Staff suddenly turned, and a vast amount of dark matter descended, enveloping the entire alien realm. In an instant, billions of living beings died, unable even to utter a wail, turning into terrifying blood light.

Meanwhile, a very small number of individuals survived, absorbing the surrounding blood light and undergoing a sacred yet bizarre transformation—a doomsday carnival.

"How could this be!"

An immortal roared in resentment, and in the blink of an eye, his entire clan was wiped out, leaving him all alone.

However, he also embarked on the sacred path of evolution. As dark matter eroded him, his old bottlenecks were shattered, and he leaped into the realm of quasi-immortal king.

"I am not reconciled!"

At the same time, an immortal king also let out a scream. As the light from the bone staff shone, he sensed that his primordial spirit was undergoing a change, as if he was about to lose himself.

In an instant, the entire alien land was transformed into a den of demons.

Only a small number of kings fled the foreign land and watched from afar.

"Damn it!"

Seeing this scene, Kundi felt extremely regretful. He had tried to steal a chicken but lost the rice instead. Although dark matter could accelerate individual evolution, its ultimate direction definitely contained the most terrifying dark secrets, which was not what he wanted.

"Have they caught up yet?"

They fled for a long time in the distant outer realms before finally stopping. The nine-headed monster looked back with lingering fear and couldn't help but ask.

That bone staff was truly terrifying; even a wisp of immortal light almost sank into darkness, let alone being struck by it—it would certainly annihilate one instantly.

"No, a major problem has arisen in the other realm."

Xia Sheng's eyes shone brightly, reflecting countless images, and he showed a strange expression.

The resurgence of the alien artifacts was beyond his expectations. Although he had avoided it by far, he couldn't judge whether the strange transformation happening in the alien realm was good or bad.

After this calamity, less than one in ten alien creatures will survive, but a group of seed-level creatures will embark on the dark evolutionary path to become kings.

This will mean that many more immortal kings will emerge in the future.

"Nothing."

Xia Sheng's eyes flickered, and in a flash, many thoughts came to mind.

To him, these Dark Kings who had just entered the Immortal King realm were naturally no threat. However, if they were not eliminated in time, they could become a very troublesome problem for Jiutian.

After all, he could not protect the heavens and the earth forever.

Having reached his current level, Xia Sheng understands his predecessors better and better. He also wants to go to the depths of the Boundary Sea to find the opportunity to break through to the King and become an Emperor.

Calm seas cannot produce excellent sailors.

A wider world is needed to break free from constraints.

Of course, before leaving, Xia Sheng would do his best to resolve the crisis in the foreign land.

However, the revival of ancient artifacts, though short-term, has presented him with some challenges.

Three hundred thousand years into the Imperial Court calendar, a new era of confrontation has begun.

Not long after, Xia Sheng returned to the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.

When everyone learned what had happened, they were all filled with sighs of regret.

"You must quickly become kings!"

Xia Sheng said, looking at the people of the Imperial Court. He hoped that one day, after he left, these people behind him would be able to support the entire world.

Of all the people, the one he was most looking forward to was Bai Ke.

It can be said that her temperament and talent are among the best, even surpassing Huang Qi, making her the most promising expert to break into the Immortal King realm in the next moment.

In the years that followed, while guarding against attacks from other realms, Xia Sheng focused his energy on the people around him. His Celestial King divine sense allowed him to face many people at the same time.

Meanwhile, as they got to know each other better, the White Tiger King became more and more peaceful. He would sometimes take the initiative to ask Xia Sheng about the past, and the two would talk about the past and present, discussing secrets from ancient times to the present.

"That child is about to become king."

After the discussion ended, the White Tiger King looked at Bai Ke, who was in seclusion in the Immortal Cave, and a tender look flashed in his eyes. He was becoming more and more comfortable here.

“One day, I will surely guide the former gods of the immortals.”

When Xia Sheng spoke, he could sense that the White Tiger King was very sincere and genuinely loved this place. He took great care of Bai Ke, and it wasn't just a pretense.

Ultimately, it was a primordial spirit born from the body of an immortal lord.

In comparison, the Nine-Headed Monster is somewhat unstable. The reason it remains here is entirely due to its powerful combat strength. If it ventures deep into the Boundary Sea one day, I will definitely take it away to prevent any potential threats to the Imperial Court.

In the blink of an eye, 100,000 years have passed.

It is now the 400,000th year of the Imperial Court calendar.

Over the course of ten thousand years, the alien realms invaded several times, but Xia Sheng repelled them all.

Since the ancient artifact was revived once 80,000 years ago, it has never been revived again. Activating this ancient artifact requires a tremendous amount of power, and Kundi dares not use it lightly unless in a life-or-death crisis.

This is also why Xia Sheng did not launch a war to destroy the world.

Both sides are in a dilemma, like a stick trying to fight a wolf but afraid of both.

Thus, a brief balance was reached between the two sides. In each major battle, at most a common Immortal King would lead the team, while most battles were between True Immortals and Immortals, intended as training exercises.

At the same time, both sides sent out experts to try and guide the giants in the Boundary Sea.

At this moment, the more top-tier individuals one has, the more likely one is to break the balance. It is precisely for this reason that, in just 100,000 years, the alien realm has attracted three giants, and the immortal realm has attracted one as well.

As for the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, of course they don't exist.

"We still need to cultivate our own king."

Xia Sheng's eyes were deep. Over the course of 100,000 years, while teaching his juniors, he also practiced the method of traveling from the past to the present, cultivating alongside the emperors of the past and present to extend the length of his life.

There is good news: the Emperor is about to enter the era of emperors.

He had always wanted to find a way to bridge the gap between the past and the present. Even if he couldn't reach the future, he thought it would be enough to help him reach the Quasi-Immortal Emperor realm.

As Xia Sheng continued his cultivation, he felt the path ahead becoming increasingly clear.
"Your Majesty, the Burial Kings request that you move aside!"

On this day, Shenming and Sanzang arrived at the same time. Led by Baidi, they entered the huge imperial palace and brought unexpected news.

The burial ground where Shi Hao was buried suddenly underwent a strange change.

"Hmm, could it be that he's about to wake up?"

Upon hearing this, Xia Sheng immediately set off, as he had been paying close attention to this person's movements.

Chi!
Not long after, the Emperor descended upon the Burial Realm once more, greeted by four Burial Kings.

Even among the supreme giants, the gap between them remains enormous. Faced with the arrival of the emperor, even the most ancient Burial King, Lin Ping, dared not be arrogant and treated him with utmost courtesy.

"Fellow Daoists, you're too kind. Where is Shi Hao?"

"Your Majesty, this way."

Led by the leader Lin Ping, the group arrived at the once sacred burial ground. Sacred runes shone brightly, and the entire ancient coffin glowed, as if it were about to come back to life.

Xia Sheng's eyes flashed, and he opened his immortal eyes, piercing through the endless chaos.

Inside the wooden coffin, a flawless body lay quietly, brimming with immense vitality, like a sleeping king, exuding an incomparably vast life force.

"The primordial spirit is being conceived!"

What surprised Xia Sheng even more was that he sensed a powerful primordial spirit between Shi Hao's eyebrows, undergoing transformation, nurturing, and experiencing the vicissitudes of time.

"Fellow Daoist, how many more years does the wilderness have before it can recover?"

He spoke, looking at the King of Funerals behind him.

The relationship between the two worlds is now very harmonious, so there is no need for excessive formalities.

"Within a hundred thousand years!"

"I am the King of Burial," Lin Ping said with absolute certainty and great confidence.

Thanks to the emperor, over the past hundreds of thousands of years, they have buried too much chaotic immortal soil and various divine materials near the wilderness, sparing no expense to accelerate the gestation of its primordial spirit.

"One hundred thousand years?"

Upon hearing this, Xia Sheng's eyes flickered, but he remained silent.

For him, 100,000 years is naturally just a blink of an eye; he can wait that long.

And so, after leaving behind a large amount of materials for forging gods, he left again to study the method of breaking through the king and becoming an emperor, and to bridge the past and the present.

Twenty thousand years later, things finally took a turn for the better.

In ancient times, in a hazy, dreamlike world, the Emperor appeared here.

Behind it lies a magnificent dike, standing since ancient times; in front of it stretches a golden beach, smooth and flawless, along the edge of the border sea.

"You finally came."

On this day, a golden figure arrived. Although his face was not visible, one could sense that he was smiling, incomparably holy, and possessed an immortal divinity that showed compassion for the world.

As one steps onto this golden beach, a line of shallow footprints is left behind.

"Greetings, senior."

The Emperor spoke, looking at the approaching figure and offering his sincerest respect.

Throughout history, this may be the only quasi-immortal emperor in the world, or perhaps the only emperor who has never been tainted by darkness.

"Are you trying to stop me from entering the Boundary Sea?"

The Footprint Emperor spoke, a smile on his face revealing his pure white teeth, like an innocent child.

He was not surprised by the arrival of future generations.

The Emperor was puzzled, but shook his head slightly.

Why do you say that, senior?

Upon hearing this, the Footprint Emperor remained silent. His brows flickered, radiating a spiritual light, as if he had seen through countless ages. He sighed softly, "There's no escaping it."

Having reached this point, there is no further progress to be made; he will eventually head towards the ultimate ancient land.

"Why don't you wait a moment, senior?"

The Emperor hinted that changing the past was a matter of great cause and effect, but he dared not speak too plainly about it.

"We can't wait any longer. Because they're almost back to normal!"

The Footprint Emperor spoke, pointing to the depths of the Boundary Sea, his expression calm.

Even before he set off, he keenly sensed that a terrifying being awaited him on the other side of the Boundary Sea, sensing the causal opportunities in the world, which were related to his cultivation method.

Even if you don't go there yourself, the darkness will still creep in.

It would be better to drag this battlefield into the depths of the border sea to avoid affecting the rear.

"I see."

In an instant, the Emperor understood everything.

Then, the two sat facing each other, and although they didn't say anything, some things were self-evident.

"Take care, future generations."

Finally, after leaving behind his last words, the Footprint Emperor departed, heading towards his predetermined fate.

At this moment, the Emperor also understood something. After meeting this quasi-Immortal Emperor, he stopped pursuing the past and instead began to walk towards the future with difficulty.

Connecting the past and present, that day is not far off.
In the blink of an eye, another 30,000 years have passed.

In the 450,000th year of the Imperial Court calendar, the war between the two realms became increasingly tense.

"Report! A crisis has occurred in the prisons of the Eight Lower Realms! The giant Kundi has launched a powerful attack!"

On this day, earth-shattering news came from the outside world.

In the eight lower realms, in that former prison of the illusory gods, Kundi's figure appeared, wielding supreme magical artifacts to attack the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.

Why was that location chosen?

Xia Sheng's gaze wavered, revealing a hint of hesitation.

The Eight Domains are too special. They once imprisoned a group of kings' primordial spirits and were also the birthplace of Huang. This time, Kun Di actually took the initiative to appear there.

There is weirdness.

"You will come with me to war!"

Immediately, he selected his troops and led the most elite group of kings into battle.

"According to the order!"

The four supreme immortal kings—the Ancestor of the Crickets, the Fallen Blood Phoenix, the Second Under Heaven, and the Immortal Golden Daoist—along with the two giants, the Nine-Headed King and the White Tiger King, and the four Cage Kings, went together to kill them.

(End of this chapter)