He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

Chen Ya's lips moved slightly.

"The old destiny has indeed perished together with me," E Tiandao said slowly. "In that battle, she burned everything to barely kill me."

"But I'm not one to be trifled with either."

"Before I perish, I leave behind a seed."

"That seed is you."

Chen Ya's body was trembling.

"You are the vessel I created from the remnants of my old destiny and my remaining will."

"You have her aura, her talent, and her appearance."

"But at your core, it has always been me."

"From the moment you were born, I have been sleeping inside you."

"Waiting for you to grow up, waiting for you to become strong."

Something was shattering in Chen Ya's eyes.

"My brother..."

"That's right." E Tiandao's voice carried a hint of a smile, a smile that was icy and chilling. "He has never been your weakness."

"He is your only anchor in this world."

"Only when he dies will the last ties in your heart be completely severed."

"The moment you kill your anchor with your own hands will be the moment I truly resurrect."

Chen Ya's knees buckled, and she knelt down.

The black and white earth was cold and hard; her knees struck it without a sound or pain.

She looked up at the desolate sky.

Chen Ya's tears fell.

But she couldn't make a sound when she cried.

She just stood there, quietly shedding tears, as if something inside her was shattering inch by inch.

The light went out.

Transcendent light.

The anchor point was broken, and the seed of the Calamity Heavenly Dao within her body had taken root and sprouted completely. That light was devoured, consumed, and assimilated.

Half of her became the Calamity Heaven Path.

The other half is still Chen Ya.

But she herself could no longer tell which half belonged to whom.

at the same time.

The Heavenly Emperor watched this scene, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

His face showed no surprise or fear, only a deep, profound weariness.

"really."

He said something in a low voice.

His seven-colored dragon body had completely collapsed, and the reconstituted human form was teetering on the brink of collapse, covered with golden cracks from which light seeped out.

He sensed the laws within his body and counted them carefully.

70%.

He has mastered 70% of the laws governing this world.

It increased by 20% compared to before, because the battle of refining the heavens just now allowed him to completely integrate most of the laws of this world.

But what's the use of that?

The Heavenly Emperor gave a wry smile.

As the new Mandate of Heaven, he naturally knew how desperate the battle between the old Mandate of Heaven and the Calamity Heaven Path was back then.

The destiny of the past, having comprehended all the laws of this world, transcended at the very last moment.

Even so, facing the former Calamity Heaven Path, she still burned her entire life to barely manage to perish together with him.

Now, he must face the Calamity of Heaven.

It is the Calamity Heavenly Path after transcendence.

The Heavenly Emperor lowered his head and looked at his palm.

The golden crack in his palm was still widening, and light seeped out from it, as if something was leaking out of his body.

He clenched his fist.

Then loosen it.

"We're out of options."

He said softly.

But when he looked up, his eyes still held a calm, indifferent light.

The Heavenly Emperor has never been afraid of anything in his life.

Having come this far as a mortal, what kind of situation hasn't he seen?

Since we've run out of options, let's use our last resort.

He took a deep breath.

Seventy percent of the laws within his body began to operate simultaneously, intertwining, colliding, and burning within him.

Seven-colored light rose from his body, like seven coiled dragons, enveloping his entire body.

True Dragon Flame.

That is a flame that only an eternal dragon can ignite.

What is burning is destiny itself, the law itself, and everything he has accumulated over the past 100,000 years.

The Heavenly Emperor's body began to glow.

The light changed from gold to white, and then from white to transparent.

His aura surged, and in that instant, he even surpassed his peak condition.

But he knew it in his heart.

This is nothing more than a last gasp before the storm.

Using seventy percent of the laws to unleash the True Dragon Flame, he confronted a transcendent Calamity Heaven Dao.

The probability of success is infinitesimally close to zero.

But he had no other choice.

"bring it on."

He said.

The sound was as soft as a sigh, yet as heavy as the farewell of an entire era.

He strode toward Chen Ya.

No, head towards the Path of Calamity.

With each step he took, the black and white earth beneath his feet shattered, only to reform the moment he stepped on it.

Chen Ya stood there, and something on her half-gray face moved slightly.

She watched the Heavenly Emperor walk towards her, watching the burning figure get closer and closer.

Deep within her consciousness, Chen Ya's other half of her soul was struggling desperately.

She wanted to shout.

They wanted to tell the Heavenly Emperor to run away quickly.

He wanted to tell him how terrifying the thing inside him was.

But she couldn't open her mouth.

Her body no longer belongs to her.

E Tiandao looked at the Heavenly Emperor through her eyes, his gaze as calm as if he were looking at a moth flying towards a flame.

"Burning True Dragon Flame".

He said.

"The 70% Rule".

"You are far inferior to the destiny of the old days."

The Heavenly Emperor did not answer.

He just kept walking forward.

He raised his hand.

The last wisp of true dragon flame gathered in his palm.

The flame was very small, as small as a lamp that was about to go out.

But he held it high.

Then, they attacked Chen Ya.

"Whether it succeeds or not."

He said.

"Someone has to try."

The Heavenly Emperor's body burned in the flames of the True Dragon.

The seven-colored laws peeled away layer by layer, transforming into pure light. That was all the accumulation of his life, from a mortal body to the Lord of Destiny, ten thousand years of planning, ten thousand years of forbearance, all of which turned into the most dazzling light at this moment.

He rushed towards Chen Ya.

Or rather, it is rushing towards the calamity of heaven.

When he struck out with that palm, there was no fear or regret in his eyes.

But his attack landed on Chen Ya without even causing a ripple.

E Tiandao didn't even try to dodge.

It simply raised its head and glanced at the Heavenly Emperor through Chen Ya's half-blue-gold face.

That glance carried a kind of boredom, as if looking at a moth flying into an iron wall, too lazy to even spare a shred of pity.

"Even the destiny I transcended back then couldn't kill me."

E Tiandao spoke, his voice coming from Chen Ya's body, old and cold.

"You haven't even achieved transcendence, how dare you claim it?"

a slap.

Light and airy.

It's like brushing aside a fallen leaf.

The Heavenly Emperor's body shattered under that palm strike, from his fingertips to his shoulders, from his chest to his legs. The seven-colored laws exploded like shards of glass, scattering across the black and white earth.

His consciousness was fading.

But he glanced at Chen Ya one last time.

That single glance reflected the entirety of his life.

The mortal body struggles in the mud, climbing step by step to the heavens, stealing the laws, suppressing destiny, siding with the evil heavenly path, and plotting for ten thousand years.

Those images flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.

He saw his younger self standing on the mountaintop, gazing at the sky, asking himself why he lived.

He saw the choice, and his hands trembled as he handed his destiny-bound body to a complete stranger with great fortune.

He saw Yun Yi's white piece that had fallen outside the chessboard during that game of chess in the demon realm.

"I hope you really can do it."

Before the Heavenly Emperor's consciousness dissipated, his lips moved slightly.

Then, his consciousness completely collapsed.

The body of Destiny lay on the black and white earth, and seven-colored light slowly seeped out from his body, like blood flowing from a wound.

The mandate of heaven has fallen.

The world is in mourning.

The mournful cry came from the depths of heaven and earth, from every wisp of spiritual energy, from every inch of soil, as if the whole world was weeping for the end of an era.

Hearing the mournful cry, a hint of annoyance appeared on E Tiandao's face.

"Quarrel."

He snapped his fingers.

The mournful cry abruptly ceased.

Instead, there was an even more terrifying silence.

Then He moved.

It was just a thought.

The spiritual energy between heaven and earth surged once again, more violently and more frantically than before, as if the spiritual energy of the entire world had been infused with a violent will.

The Golden Core cultivators exploded and died in that instant. It was as if a sun had been stuffed into their dantian, and they didn't even have time to scream when they exploded.

Then comes the Nascent Soul Realm.

One by one, the Nascent Soul cultivators shattered from the inside, their Nascent Souls exploding, and blood and flesh flying everywhere.

Next comes the transformation into a divine being.

The soul of a Nascent Soul cultivator is torn apart and the physical body disintegrates as if it were being cut by thousands of knives at the same time, resonating with the spiritual energy.

The surging spiritual energy is still rising and accelerating.

It's only a matter of time before all living things on the world become extinct.

After doing all this, Er Tiandao withdrew his hand.

His gaze pierced the sea of ​​illusion, crossed the boundary between the human and demon realms, and traversed the sky stained crimson with blood and fire.

His gaze fell upon the small town.

Two people were sitting at a fortune-telling table.

An old man wearing a gray robe and a boy with long, bluish-green hair.

They were still playing chess.

Yun Yi's fingers pressed on the chessboard, his Eye of Truth fully open, his pupils reflecting the entire world's structure.

Cause and effect, destiny, time, space—everything exists on this chessboard.

Opposite him, E'tian held a white piece, hesitating to place it.

Evil Heaven sensed it.

The Heavenly Emperor is dead.

The mandate of heaven has fallen.

The world is being cleansed at an accelerated pace.

Each move he made was heavier than the last, and he looked at the two black pieces in Yun Yi's hand.

"It's your turn."

He placed a white piece, adding a touch of grimness to the chessboard.