Immortal Father-Chapter 1087 - 379: Crushing the Inner Heavens! [Vote for Monthly Tickets!]_2
Li Pingโan wins, they can maintain their current state;
If Li Pingโan loses, the rampaging Ancestor Minghe will devour everything in this place;
Yuan Tu and Abi are only six inches away from Li Pingโanโs fingertips!
Li Pingโanโs muscles spasmed all over, his face almost flattened under pressure, and drops of blood seeped out of his skin. The Treasure Wheel behind him emitted dazzling light.
Savage, terrifying, sacredโall these were fused onto him at this moment. ๐๐๐ฎ๐๐๐๐๐ท๐๐ฟ๐๐ต.๐๐๐
Dozens of celestial slaves flew backward in all directions;
Ancestor Minghe took a solid step forward, closing the final gap, reaching out with both hands to grab two red linesโtwo Treasure Swords!
Li Pingโan let out a roar, a sound born from the Dao Body that had long reached its limit releasing its agony!
The Sword of Fate was right in front of him;
Lives trembled, the Sea of Blood raged unchecked, the Human Race had written far too many dirges, and he was the Human Emperor destined to change it all.
How could he not give his all at this moment!
Primordial Spirit ablaze!
Essence sacrificed!
No matter how many more obstacles longevity brings, what of it!
The heart has resolved, life can be abandoned!
A slayer like me!
I too can kill!
Golden patterns bloomed on Li Pingโanโs forehead, and the Treasure Wheel behind him suddenly contracted!
In the next instant, Li Pingโanโs figure surged forward by half a foot!
The Treasure Wheel behind him erupted with a brilliance hotter by ten thousandfold than the Taiyang Star, swallowing both him and Ancestor Minghe entirely, and then blasted their figures far away!
A massive explosion followed immediately.
The entire island seemed unable to withstand the pressures of inner and outer Heavenly Dao forces, shattering straight into fragments alongside the sound of breaking glass.
The celestial slaves were flung far away.
The explosionโs shockwave abruptly brought the aerial battle to a halt. โXihe,โ riding a chariot, ascended to the heavens, her face tinged with doubt.
Due to the interference of outer Heavenly Dao forces, โXiheโ could not perceive what was happening at the center of the explosion.
What she could sense now was the inner Heavenly Daoโs loss of control over the Sea of Blood. Without the support of the Sea of Bloodโs power, the inner Heavenly Dao had once again fallen into full-scale decline, oppressed by the overwhelming outer Heavenly Dao.
The Slaughter Great Dao had separated from the inner Heavenly Dao.
Yuan Tu and Abi, no longer resonating with the inner Heavenly Dao.
โXihe,โ her face as cold as frost, turned her head toward her back, watching as โWangshuโsโ figure silently dissolved, beginning the execution of her prior arrangements.
If those arrangements were completed as planned, the inner Heavenly Dao might still have a chance to overturn the tide later.
But at this moment...
โXiheโsโ power had plummeted by seventy percent compared to before.
The divine beings behind her were just the same.
They were already dispersing their forms to avoid getting slaughtered in the next phase.
...
In the central realm of the Desolate Era.
The Sea of Bloodโs domainโblood rivers that were about to reach the bottom of the Desolate Eraโs earth suddenly solidified, then collapsed downward, shredding apart, with the Asura beings trapped within trembling as they lost the golden glowโs protection, their mouths erupting with chaotic screams.
The nearly exhausted Immortals of the two sects mostly let out relieved breaths, some even sitting down unceremoniously onto the clouds.
The pale-faced Zhao Gongming stroked his beard and withdrew the Dinghai Pearls, a trace of contemplation flashing in his eyes as he looked up toward the skies.
In the East Continent.
The raging bloodwater abruptly ceased, and then, in over two hundred great cities where it had rampaged, the forms of tens of thousands of Asuras simultaneously transformed into blood, merging at high speed into the earth along with the retreating bloodwater.
Xuan Yuan Huangdi, deep in fierce battle with a group of Eight-Armed Asuras, swung his Xuanyuan Sword through the air, its sword energy slicing off a corner of a distant city wall. Even his form seemed a bit dazed.
Where is the enemy?
"Your Majesty! The inner Heavenly Daoโs power has diminished!"
"The Sea of Blood has retreated, the Sea of Blood has retreated!"
"Hahaha! Your Majesty! Let us swiftly move to support the Western Continent!"
Xuan Yuan Huangdiโs lips curled into a faint smile as he raised the Xuanyuan Sword and let out a long shout, his voice echoing across nearly half of the East Continent: "The inner Heavenly Dao has been defeated by the new Heavenly Emperor! All clans, rush to aid the Western Continent! All sects, rescue the mortals!"
When his words fell, his legs gave a slight tremble, his qi plummeted rapidly, and his face grew lined with wrinkles, briefly revealing an aged demeanor.
But he quickly concealed this aged expression.
The Human Emperor must not grow old.
At least not yet.
Xuan Yuan Huangdi took a deep breath, slowly gathering himself to rise.
And a faintly palpable pair of eyes fell upon his back, approaching him steadily.
It wasnโt just Xuan Yuan Huangdiโaround the Human Raceโs strongest figures, including Shennong Shi, the divine generals, and several injured Human Great Ones Golden Immortals, similar gazes appeared.
During moments of great strife, a living beingโs Dao-heart is most prone to cracks.
And now, Xuan Yuan Huangdi paused momentarily.
The inner Heavenly Daoโs power seemed to surge back, and yet, what was different was Xuan Yuan Huangdiโs brief vision of the scene within the inner Heavenly Daoโs illusionary realm.
Not just Xuan Yuan Huangdiโevery being with cultivation above Heavenly Immortal who could sense the change in Heavenly Daoโs power saw the same: a projection from the inner Heavenly Daoโs illusionary realm:
[An endless Blood Lake, collapsing gray islands scattered everywhere, golden Immortal Palaces tumbling from gray clouds, rendering a scene as if from an apocalypse.
Clad in a blood robe, an elderโs figure slowly rose from the Blood Lake, his robe and long hair billowing in the air, his stern expression simmering with immeasurable wrath, his nostrils and facial muscles trembling incessantly.
His gaze was fixed upon a group of faintly golden-glowing figuresโbeasts, battle shamans, human forms.
There was no sound, yet every living being who saw this scene heard the voice of the blood-robed elder.
โSubmit to me, or perish here.โ]
Ancestor Minghe!
Xuan Yuan Huangdiโs mouth twitched slightly.
What is this?
One calamity hasnโt ended, and another starts?
Whatโs going onโAncestor Minghe showed up within the inner Heavenly Dao wielding his Sword of Abi, and he seemed furious.
Those beings were likely celestial slaves, right? Inner Heavenly Daoโs celestial slaves, those secretly captured back by Mo Linyuan. Among them were old monsters Xuan Yuan Huangdi still vaguely recognized, capable of handling one of his strikes.
