After a thousand years of cultivation, he returns at the pinnacle!

The seventy-first floor has fallen silent.

That colossal beast that blotted out the sky, that manifestation of millennia of fear that Morgana had dug out from the deepest part of Jiang Chen's consciousness, was completely erased from existence without even a moment to struggle under Jiang Chen's sword strike.

In the void, only the golden sword shadow remained, slowly spinning. Its light remained gentle and serene, as if shattering the ancient demon beast was merely brushing away a speck of dust for it.

Jiang Chen withdrew his finger. The golden sword shadow transformed into a wisp of pale golden light, dissipating from the sword tip, merging into his fingertip, into his palm, and finally disappearing completely. He looked down at his right palm; a very fine, faint golden line on his palm was slowly fading away.

He turned around and walked towards the teleportation array leading to the next level.

Behind them, the last wisp of dust from the collapse of the Primordial Dragon Elephant was dispersed by the wind. On the ground lay a deep, bottomless sword mark. That mark stretched from where the dragon-elephant stood all the way to the edge of the forest, neatly slicing the entire space in two. In the sky, the greyish-white clouds slowly parted from the sword mark, like scars torn open by the lingering power of that golden sword shadow, unable to heal for a long time.

After a ten-second period of complete silence, the live stream chat erupted in a manner unprecedented in human history.

The text on the screen was no longer just layers upon layers, densely packed. It was a pure, utter, seamless white ocean. Billions of comments flooded the screen simultaneously, data centers around the world sounded alarms, and server room temperatures soared to dangerous levels within fractions of a second, but no one cared. Because everyone was screaming the same thing.

"One sword strike!!!!!!!!! One sword strike kills instantly!!!!!!!!!"

"What did I just see???!! What did I just see???!!"

"That enormous dragon!!! Bigger than all the previous 30-meter-class apostles combined!!! And it was cleaved in two with a single sword strike!!!"

This wasn't the first time the viewers were shocked by Jiang Chen's terrifying performance.

But... those who are observant can actually discover more, such as the whisper Jiang Chen uttered when facing that giant dragon.

One of the words was heard by everyone.

millennium....

"Didn't you guys hear that? Jiang Chen said 'a thousand years'!"

"What do you mean? He's lived for a thousand years?! That's impossible, how could that be?!"

"Something's not right, something's not right, what's going on?!"

Does anyone know?!

However, no one can give a specific answer to this question.

Even Jiang Chen's parents, who were watching the live stream, were unaware of this.

However, there is no time to give them more discussion now.

From the 71st floor to the 99th floor, Jiang Chen's steps did not falter.

Each level's guardian was a powerful enemy he had faced a thousand years ago, unearthed from his sea of ​​consciousness by Morgiana. On the seventy-third level, a three-headed dragon rose from the abyss—the first transformed demon king he had slain in the depths of the North Sea during his Golden Core stage. On the seventy-eighth level, a nine-tailed fox, entirely black, emerged from the purplish-black mist—the illusion master he had encountered in Qingqiu Mountain during his Nascent Soul stage, who had trapped him in illusions for a full ten years. On the eighty-second level, an evil Buddha, clad in tattered robes and holding a white bone rosary, materialized from the void—the remnant soul of an ancient demon god he had sealed in the Western Desert during his Deity Transformation stage.

On each floor, Jiang Chen only used one sword strike.

The golden sword shadow condensed at his fingertips, slashed out, and dissipated, repeating endlessly. The three-headed dragon had its three heads severed with a single sword strike, the nine-tailed fox had its nine tails cleaved in two, and the evil Buddha had his prayer beads shattered and his forehead pierced by a single sword. These were once formidable enemies who had put Jiang Chen in a difficult battle and even brought him to the brink of death, but now, before the true essence of the Immortal Emperor, they couldn't even withstand a single sword strike.

On the eighty-seventh floor, the guardian is a giant bird covered entirely in golden feathers. Its wingspan blots out the sky, and each flap of its wings stirs up a gale powerful enough to tear space apart. Its eyes are two burning suns, and its cry can shatter mountains and rivers.

The Golden-Winged Roc. That was an ancient divine bird that Jiang Chen encountered in Kunlun Void when he was in the Integration Stage. Its speed was so fast that even his sword intent could not keep up. In that battle, he chased the Roc for three whole years, from Kunlun Void to the East Sea, and from the East Sea to the Southern Wilderness, finally slaying it with a single sword strike at the crater of a volcano in the Southern Wilderness.

At that moment, the Golden-Winged Roc spread its wings in the void and let out a clear, melodious cry. Its voice pierced through the black walls of the Apostle's Hall, through the live broadcast signal, and through the eardrums of every viewer.

Jiang Chen raised his right hand. A golden sword shadow condensed at his fingertips; it was still the same sword without any superfluous decorations.

The golden-winged roc swooped down, its speed so fast that even the live broadcast camera couldn't capture its trajectory. The only thing visible on screen was a golden bolt of lightning descending from the sky, tearing through the air, piercing through space, and causing the entire eighty-seventh floor to tremble violently under its impact.

Jiang Chen didn't chase after it. He simply stood there, letting the golden sword shadow hover at his fingertips, then closed his eyes. He was sensing. Sensing the direction of the wind, sensing the tremors of space, sensing every trace left by the golden lightning in the void. The Golden-Winged Roc that took three years to catch up with had now been instantly killed.

He opened his eyes. A golden sword shadow flew from his fingertips and vanished into the void in an instant. The next second, the sword shadow appeared above the Golden-Winged Roc's head, its tip aimed at its crown. The Golden-Winged Roc didn't even have time to change direction before its entire body crashed into the sword. From head to tail feathers, it was pierced through by the sword.

Eighty-seventh floor, cleared.

Jiang Chen's power seems to be beyond words.

Now, more and more people seem to realize that the power Jiang Chen used was by no means the power of awakening.

Similarly, the apostles that Jiang Chen faced were not the ones he had ever seen or heard of before. Those enemies he had explored from his memories seemed to belong to a different world.

More and more mysteries surrounding Jiang Chen are being revealed, but this is accompanied by unprecedented excitement among the people.

They swept through the enemy lines, unstoppable!

Finally, he arrived at the hundredth floor! The place where the twelfth apostle was stationed!

The void shattered, golden light exploded, and the scene of the hundredth floor appeared before him.

It was a colossal throne. Suspended in the void, the throne was entirely composed of pure purplish-black crystal, each edge flowing with dark golden patterns of the laws of soul howling. A thin, greyish-white mist hung in the air, within which countless distorted faces could be vaguely seen wailing silently.

Seated on the throne was Morgana.

She looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, with skin so pale it was almost transparent. Her long black hair moved in the air without any wind, and each sway of the hair left a fleeting purplish-black crack in the air.

"You've come," Morgana said. Her voice was soft and delicate, like the wind blowing through withered petals.

But the moment each word fell, every face in the void screamed and distorted silently, as if responding to her call.

"My name is Morgana, the Twelfth Apostle!"