Zhatian: I, Haotian, am the first emperor of the human race!

Chapter 518 The Fall of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor? He Single-handedly Withstood the Ten Great Ancestors of the Sacrificial Dao!

"boom!"

In the afterglow of the sunset.

Endless mystery and misfortune shrouded the heavens.

On one side were ten supreme ancestors of the sacrificial path, and on the other side were four Heavenly Emperors from all the heavens and myriad realms. The gap between them was unimaginable, but...

Even so.

The Jade Emperor and his entourage remained unmoved.

"boom!"

The Desolate Heavenly Emperor held the Thunder Pool in his palm.

He held a desolate sword in his hand, his cold gaze fixed on the ten sacrificial ancestors before him, a burning light flashing in his eyes.

"Om-"

The Haotian Mirror burst out with an infinite divine light.

The Jade Emperor stood calmly at the end of the Great Road, gazing at the ten sacrificial ancestors before him. The Jade Sword in his hand and the Pool of Time pierced through countless ages, severing endless strangeness and misfortune.

"when!"

The broken, timeless bell trembled slightly.

The shattered Heavenly Emperor Cauldron burst forth with its last remaining brilliance.

The Great Emperor Wushi and the Heavenly Emperor Ye stood behind the Heavenly Emperor Haotian and the Heavenly Emperor Huangtian. The four of them faced the Ten Primordial Ancestors of the Sacrificial Dao without flinching or showing any fear.

"Boom!"

An endless sense of unease covered the sky.

The ten founding ancestors of the sacrificial rites took a step at the same time.

One of the founders of the sacrificial rites spoke indifferently: "Why bother? You four are among the most brilliant people in all of history. Why fight against us for a bunch of ants?"

"Why not join my clan?"

“In the future, you may well become the eleventh or even the twelfth progenitor.”

"That's when."

"Then one can rise above ten thousand men!"

"To rise above all the heavens with us!"

to be frank.

These progenitors truly admired Emperor Haotian and Emperor Huangtian, and wanted to recruit them, after all, they were simply too amazing...

But a pity.

This is something that is destined to be impossible.

Emperor Haotian and Emperor Huangtian silently gripped their imperial swords.

Wu Shi and Ye Tiandi were ready for battle.

After this game.

They are very likely to die.

嗏

They are not afraid.

"Ugh."

One of the progenitors sighed, "Since that's the case, then you may all die."

Done.

They then prepared to take action.

but,
at this time.

The Desolate Emperor suddenly stepped forward.

He stood alone in front of Emperor Haotian and his entourage, protecting them behind him; the meaning behind this was self-evident.

Emperor Haotian and the others were slightly taken aback.

The ten ancestral priests also looked over with some surprise, as they did not believe that the Desolate Heavenly Emperor could stop them.

"Walk."

The Desolate Emperor turned around and glanced at the Heavenly Emperor and the others.

His calm voice rang out.

Hear the words.

Emperor Haotian and the others paused slightly.

The Desolate Emperor did not say anything more.

He simply took a step forward calmly.

immediately,

He gripped the Emperor's Sword tightly with both hands.

"boom--"

The next moment.

The essence within the Desolate Emperor was burning.

He desperately wanted to buy the Emperor Haotian and the others a chance to leave.

See this.

Lin Hao did not hesitate.

He turned around and grabbed Wu Shi and Ye Fan, then instantly left this space-time.

"Humph!"

"Want to go?"

The faces of the ten founding ancestors of the sacrificial rites turned cold.

They could not allow the Jade Emperor and his companions to leave, so they immediately took action to stop them.

but,
at this time.

"Boom!" The Desolate Emperor moved.

He gripped the Emperor Sword tightly with both hands, ignited his own source of power, and unleashed boundless might, launching a preemptive attack with a boom.

next moment.

The dazzling sword light will forever be imprinted between heaven and earth.

No matter how many years have passed, its indelible mark has been left on everything, from the heavens and the earth to the mountains and rivers of all ages, both in the human world and beyond.

"boom--"

A dazzling sword light swept across the heavens and earth.

Whether in ancient times, in the present world, or in the future, all living beings, no matter where they are, whether in the past or in the long river of time, all looked up in shock and witnessed this magnificent sword light, as bright as the sun.

"kill!"

The Desolate Emperor let out a low roar.

His voice resounded throughout the heavens and the myriad realms, echoing in the past and the future. His primal energy burned, igniting everything, illuminating the mountains and rivers of all worlds, causing the heavens to tremble, all things to resonate, and mountains and rivers to vibrate.

"Shh!"

All time and spacetime have been sealed off.

Only a blinding sword light remained in the world, piercing through everything. Only one eternal sword light appeared out of nowhere, dominating all ages.

"not good!"

The expressions of the ten founding ancestors of the sacrificial rites changed.

They recognized the terror of this sword strike; it was a strike unleashed by the Desolate Heavenly Emperor with the utmost dedication throughout his life. It enveloped the Ten Primordial Ancestors, leaving them with no way to dodge or resist.

The only option is to take it head-on.

The Ten Primordial Ancestors sneered, "Trying to buy them time to escape? Useless! Even if they escape, so what?"

"No one can escape our detection!"

The Desolate Emperor remained silent.

The only response to the Ten Great Ancestors of Sacrificial Rites was an eternal and indestructible sword light.

"boom!"

The sword's light illuminates the world.

Its dazzling light transcends time and the future.

The ten ancestral priests joined forces to block this sword, but they still suffered unimaginable damage. Their bodies cracked, and their essence was lost. This sword was simply too powerful...

It is the sword light that the Desolate Emperor created with his entire life's blood.

but,
After unleashing this sword strike.

The Desolate Emperor will also be facing his final end.

"boom!"

On this day, the Desolate Emperor transformed into freedom and eternity, yet he could not dispel the sorrow of the world. Countless heroes perished, the Heavenly Court was destroyed, and the grief was endless.

this moment.

The Thunder Pool exploded, and the Desolate Sword broke.

The Desolate Emperor sacrificed his own life to secure a final glimmer of hope for all the heavens and myriad realms.

The heavens need time.

that…

He then bought time for the heavens.

"boom!"

In the poignant sunset.

The radiant figure of the Desolate Emperor gradually blurred. His towering figure stood apart from the world, his body covered in scarlet blood, amidst the desolation of the surrounding landscape.

What meets the eye is endless sorrow and grief.

"Ahhh!"

All living beings were in despair.

Their hearts were filled with unbearable grief. Their gazes were fixed on the figure beyond the world's borders, witnessing the Desolate Emperor gradually fade away, a sight they could not accept...

"The Desolate Emperor!"

The world cried out in grief.

Countless people roared, shedding tears of blood, their hearts filled with endless sorrow and grief.

In a trance.

A ray of starlight illuminates the world.

This is a ray of hope left behind by the Desolate Emperor.

It illuminates the human world and beyond, the brilliant years, and the eternal space and time.

this moment.

Time seemed to be flowing backward.

The world witnessed the former figure of the Desolate Emperor.

A young man walked out of the wilderness, experiencing joys and sorrows along the way. His life had moments of darkness and despair, as well as moments of triumph and brilliance, but he always possessed a soaring ambition.

"A man can roam the four corners of the earth, for where is not home? Where he dies, where he is buried, the green mountains under the world are all the same!"

In a trance.

The world heard the words of the Desolate Emperor in his youth. This voice came again from that bygone era, causing people to tremble in their hearts and shed tears.

Until later.

The Desolate Emperor, undefeated in a hundred battles, has tasted both the splendor and the darkness, and faces his enemies with boundless confidence and soaring heroism.

"Who claims to be invincible? Who dares to say they are undefeated!"

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(End of this chapter)