PHS Chapter 242 (Patreon)

Chapter 242: Great Emperor, Are You Alright?

"Meng Qingzhi!"

Ao Xuan, fleeing for his life, managed amidst the chaos to glance back at Meng Qingzhi.

He gritted his teeth, extended a dragon claw, and snatched him into his palm. Carrying the other man, he charged toward the Spatial Passage. Meng Qingzhi was, after all, a Quasi-Emperor.

If the Purple Profound Realm hadn't invaded, he might have slapped Meng Qingzhi to death without a second thought.

But in these circumstances, he couldn't.

A Quasi-Emperor was an extremely powerful combat asset, capable of changing the tide of battle. He couldn't stand by and watch Meng Qingzhi perish.

The ancestral land of the Jade Scaled Flood Dragon clan was already close to the Spatial Passage.

Now that Ao Xuan had achieved Emperorship, his speed was even greater. In a mere moment, he crossed tens of thousands of li. Without hesitation, he plunged inside.

Once back, they would appear within the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets.

No matter how strong those three Great Emperors were, would they dare attack the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets?

If the Senior Pavilion Master were angered, those three Great Emperors would die without even knowing how.

Watching Ao Xuan enter the Spatial Passage, the two Great Emperor avatars had no intention of stopping him. A cold sneer touched their lips.

These two thought things were far too simple.

Did they think entering the Spatial Passage meant they were safe?

Three Great Emperors working together might not be able to slay another Great Emperor instantly. If that Dragon Clan Great Emperor chose to withstand a blow head-on, he would likely only be severely injured at worst, still having a chance to live. If he concealed his aura and hid, perhaps he could survive longer still.

But he...

He had stubbornly chosen to enter the Spatial Passage.

Did he really think...

That the combined strike of three Great Emperors couldn't shatter a Spatial Passage?

If the Spatial Passage shattered, forget returning—trapped in the Chaotic Turbulence, isolated between two realms, surviving would be a miracle!

"For a peer of the same level to fall in such a manner is truly laughable!" the gold-robed man said indifferently.

"Indeed," Great Emperor Moyuan nodded.

"Rumble!"

The void trembled, space shattering inch by inch.

A saber strike, a palm strike, a fist strike—each containing world-destroying might—descended with a great roar, drawing the gazes of the entire world. Everyone watched. Countless people were filled with confusion.

They couldn't understand why three Great Emperors would attack this newly ascended Great Emperor.

Just as the combined strike of the three Great Emperors was about to land—

"Sigh."

A soft sigh echoed through heaven and earth, entering the ears of every living being.

From within the Spatial Passage, a hand as fair as jade stretched out. Its palm lines were clearly visible, covering a radius of ten thousand li, like the hand of the heavens itself, suppressing all. The hand bloomed with brilliance, curved slightly, and then, with a flick of a finger—

"Dong!"

Ten thousand rays of rosy light burst forth in the void, like countless divine swords shooting out, shattering the nine heavens, piercing the leaden clouds, transforming into eternal divine rainbows! Such a stunning strike illuminated past, present, and future, piercing the firmament!

Immortal light shone brilliantly, auspicious rosy clouds surged.

Past, future, and present seemed shattered into powder by this single finger flick, chaos scattering in all directions, carrying the majestic power of splitting heaven and opening earth!

"Boom!"

The saber light shattered first, then the palm imprint disintegrated. Finally, the fist light exploded in the void, as brilliant as a small sun.

"Who is it?!"

Three cold shouts erupted simultaneously from the mouths of three different Great Emperors.

It shocked the myriad beings of the Purple Profound Realm. They watched what had just happened in disbelief, completely numb.

A Great Emperor, acting across realms, had casually shattered the combined might of three Great Emperors with a single strike?

"The Spatial Passage I opened—you wished to destroy it? Do you think the words 'Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets' are mere decoration?"

A clear voice transmitted outward.

Countless beings were utterly bewildered.

What was the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets?

Never heard of it.

Could it be some terrifying power from the Tianyuan Realm?

Was this Great Emperor planning to personally cross over and settle accounts with the Purple Profound Realm?

Putting everything else aside, the strength displayed by this Tianyuan Realm Great Emperor was truly terrifying. One against three, acting across realms, forcefully shattering the combined attack of three Great Emperors. Such strength was evident.

He must be...

An existence surpassing the three Great Emperors!

"It is impolite not to reciprocate. Since you attacked the Spatial Passage I opened, received a strike from me today, and this matter can be put to rest."

As the voice fell, the hand in the firmament clenched into a fist and struck downward through the air—invincible, incomparably domineering, shaking the universe through all ages.

"Huala!"

The fist light split into three, flying in three different directions.

Each fist imprint released the power of the Great Dao, runes spreading, stirring past and present, seeming to pierce through the entire world, carrying an indescribable Dao power! Faintly, the power of Immortal Spirits lingered, transcendent and ethereal, as if surpassing all realms!

This was an Immortal!

Within the Moyuan Imperial Palace.

Great Emperor Moyuan stood tall, gazing at the fist light that crossed countless starfields, racing toward him. His eyes were filled with incomparable shock. This fist strike had nearly surpassed his understanding.

It had almost touched upon an entirely new realm.

Could it be...

That in the Tianyuan Realm, there was someone about to take that final step?

"How is this possible!"

Within a heavenly palace.

A man in golden robes, heroic and majestic, his eyes as deep as starry rivers, stepped out into the void. Watching that fist light, he too was utterly shaken.

"Can Immortals truly exist in this world?"

Atop a divine peak.

A man in grey robes, a long saber on his back, stood with his hands behind him. He showed no panic, but his eyes instead bloomed with dazzling light, his battle intent soaring to the heavens. He did not dodge or evade, but shot upward. The long saber on his back let out a soft cry that shattered the void of ages, transforming into brilliant radiance.

He was the first to meet the attack.

"Boom!"

A great roar.

The fist light fell, the earth caved in. The instant the two attacks collided, the grey-robed man was sent flying backward even faster, crashing through several starfields. He smashed into a patch of dead void, no trace of his aura remaining.

Though not dead, he had lost half his life.

Immediately after.

"Boom! Boom!"

Two more tremendous roars echoed out, shaking the entire Purple Profound Realm.

Under the disbelieving gazes of everyone, the Moyuan Imperial Palace collapsed, smashed into powder by a fist of light. Great Emperor Moyuan himself was blasted deep into the earth.

Then.

The Emperor Tai Huang Palace disintegrated in the void.

Golden fist light pierced through it, and the vast shockwaves swept in all directions. Not only was the Tai Huang Palace reduced to dust, but even the nearby starfields were utterly shattered.

In a single day, three Great Emperors were severely injured.

This was a massive blow, like a bucket of cold water poured over the heads of the countless beings of the Purple Profound Realm, their confidence hitting rock bottom. Just moments ago, they had been thinking of crossing realms to conquer the Tianyuan Realm.

But now it seemed...

That realm likely only needed to dispatch one Great Emperor to annihilate their entire Purple Profound Realm! How could they possibly fight?

His true body hadn't even crossed over, yet he had severely injured three Great Emperors. If he did come over, even adding the old monsters from some Forbidden Zones, it still wouldn't be enough!

Countless people watched as the sky-covering hand, after delivering its punch, slowly vanished into the void, only then breathing a sigh of relief. It seemed that the supreme Great Emperor had no intention of crossing realms.

This was a blessing amidst misfortune. As long as the other party didn't come over, their Purple Profound Realm still had a sliver of hope. Hadn't it been said that Great Emperor Moyuan's elite forces were advancing like breaking bamboo in the Tianyuan Realm?

Purple Profound Realm.

Within an ancient power.

A Great Saint-level figure spoke with a bitter expression.

How had this good news, barely spread, drawn out such a terrifying existence? If he were to act, would those who had crossed realms have any chance of survival? A single glance would likely be enough to scatter all their souls.

Moyuan Imperial Palace.

The spatial rift still existed.

This was a spatial passage that Great Emperor Moyuan, after achieving Emperorship, had spent several thousand years painstakingly opening, surrounded by a Great Emperor-level formation. Below it, an altar stood guard.

It could be said that even if the Moyuan Imperial Palace collapsed, this spatial rift would remain as steady as Mount Tai.

He had also done this as a precaution, in case he happened to open the spatial rift right at another Great Emperor's doorstep. If he hadn't made prior arrangements, he might have been attacked by a Great Emperor the instant the rift opened.

Judging by today's events, his arrangements had been very necessary.

The Moyuan Imperial Palace was reduced to powder, but the spatial rift remained motionless, solid as gold. If the spatial rift had been shattered, everyone who had crossed over would likely be weeping aloud at this moment.

Just then.

Within the Spatial Passage, a Great Saint flew out. He held a jade slip, his face filled with excitement. The moment he emerged, he froze. He stood in the sky, looked around, and fell into deep thought.

Where was this?

It didn't seem to be the Moyuan Imperial Palace!

The surrounding Emperor-level grand formation was gone, and the altar beneath his feet was covered in cracks—if he hadn't looked closely, he almost wouldn't have recognized it. As far as the eye could see, everything was wreckage, as if a Great Emperor had slapped it all into oblivion.

"Great Emperor??"

The Great Saint tentatively called out.

After a long while, no response came.

"It's over!"

As if all his strength had been drained in an instant, the Great Saint's heart turned icy. It looked like while he was crossing realms, the Moyuan Imperial Palace had encountered a great enemy! Even the Great Emperor's fate was likely grim.

Just how terrifying an enemy could reduce this place to such a state?

Even the Emperor-level grand formation had been destroyed.

"Could it be Emperor Tai Huang? Or Great Emperor Tianqi?" the Great Saint speculated inwardly.

In the Purple Profound Realm, a total of four Great Emperors coexisted. The first to achieve Emperorship had completely withdrawn from the world, no longer active in the cultivation world. Some said he had gone to another world. Others said he had reached his twilight years and was about to pass away.

Besides the first to achieve Emperorship, only the other two Great Emperors possessed such strength, capable of utterly destroying the Moyuan Imperial Palace.

Just as various thoughts flashed through his mind—

"Crack!"

The ground shattered.

A figure, covered in blood, clothes tattered, crawled out from underground. His hair was disheveled, his body crisscrossed with wounds. Brilliance flickered over them, yet still couldn't heal the injuries.

"Great Emperor!"

The Great Saint carefully identified the figure and cried out involuntarily, the hairs on his body standing on end. He quickly ran over and helped Great Emperor Moyuan up. Looking down at the shocking wounds on Great Emperor Moyuan's body, his heart turned cold.

In the cultivation world, never mind Great Emperors, even Sacred Lord-level figures could regenerate severed limbs. For a Great Emperor, the phrase "rebirth from a drop of blood" was no exaggeration. Yet even with such power, a Great Emperor had been beaten to such a miserable state, unable even to quickly heal his wounds. One could imagine how severe the injuries were.

His foundation was likely damaged.

"Gre... Great Emperor, are you alright?!" the Great Saint asked in a low voice.

"To think the Tianyuan Realm still possesses such a figure, only one step away from the legendary realm... Is he truly about to become an Immortal?"

Great Emperor Moyuan did not respond.

The moment he emerged, he raised his head to look at the distant spatial passage, a deep sense of dread flashing in the depths of his eyes!

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