Come On, Son! You Got to Breakthrough Now! Chapter 1117: 633: The Fall of an Immortal, Chaos Mourns!

Chapter 1117: Chapter 633: The Fall of an Immortal, Chaos Mourns!

Deep within the Chaos.

The ninth Immortal Divine Tribulation finally descended.

It was no longer thunder, nor fla, nor any understandable form of destruction.

It was more like a materialization of a concept, the end itself, the source of extinction, the ultimate negation of existence by non-existence.

It slowly flowed out from the ninth gray-white tribulation eye, like a gray-white river, silent and soundless, yet causing the entire chaos to tremble.

The Blood Sun God Master stood in the void, his body bathed in blood, yet his aura reached an unprecedented pinnacle.

This was the manifestation of ultimate sublimation!

It was also the revelation of an Immortal burning all its essence!

He looked at the gray-white river slowly flowing towards him, with eyes no longer filled with madness or despair, but only extre tranquility.

“Ultimately… it has co to this step.”

The Blood Sun God Master murmured to himself, his voice hoarse like the friction of two rusted pieces of iron.

He raised his head, looking toward the source of the gray-white river, toward that cold and indifferent gray-white tribulation eye, and suddenly laughed.

That smile was very faint, yet it carried a sense of release, a liberation, a transcendence of life and death.

“Since the mont I stepped into immortality, I have road the Chaos for countless ages, having long put aside life and death, and today falls within expectation!”

“However—”

His gaze suddenly beca fierce, and the last trace of blood-colored light burst forth from the depths of his eyes.

“Even so, don’t expect to resign to fate!”

The Blood Sun God Master howled toward the heavens, his voice piercing through the chaos.

In that instant, his shattered divine body exploded with a brilliance a billion tis more dazzling than at his peak.

The light was not blood-colored, but a pure, fervent gold, as if burning all his essence blood, leaving only the purest immortal essence.

And then.

He stepped forth, launching his last punch in this life.

No moves, no techniques, not even Fist Intent.

There was only all the accumulation of his countless years of cultivation, his complete understanding of the Great Tao, and his utmost determination to find life in death.

“I do not regret my life!”

The punch struck.

The light shone through the chaos.

The extrely pure, extrely burning, extrely dazzling golden fist light surged upstream, fiercely colliding with the gray-white river that symbolized the end.

“Boom——!!!”

A soundless collision.

The mont the golden fist light touched the gray-white river, both began to dissolve simultaneously, as if mutually erasing each other’s existence.

The gold was disappearing.

The gray-white was also disappearing.

It was as though two different existences were mutually denying each other, attempting to erase each other completely from the records of chaos.

But this confrontation lasted only a mont.

The next instant.

The golden fist light completely dissipated.

The gray-white river continued to flow.

Soundlessly it subrged the last silhouette of the Blood Sun God Master, engulfed the burning embers, engulfs everything.

The silhouette of the Blood Sun God Master flickered for a mont within the gray-white river, as if trying to say sothing, but ultimately, no sound was uttered.

And then.

Completely disappeared.

As if he had never existed.

…

The chaos suddenly quieted down.

The tribulation clouds began to scatter, the nine tribulation eyes slowly closed, ultimately fading into the void, as if they had never opened.

But the aura of termination lingered long.

Then—

“Rumble!!!”

From the depths of chaos ca a deep rumble.

It was not a sound, but the lant of the Great Tao.

Countless blood rain spontaneously generated within the Chaotic Void, falling across the entire Endless Immortal Domain.

“An Immortal has fallen!”

“Heaven drops blood rain, chaos mourns together!”

An ancient Heavenly Venerate muttered to himself, eyes filled with shock.

When an Immortal being completely falls, its Great Tao collapses, its existence extinguishes, and its immortal essence returns to chaos, triggering a cosmic resonance, sending down blood rain as a sign of mourning.

An indescribable sadness surged from the hearts of all living beings in the Endless Immortal Domain.

That was the wail of the Great Tao!

The order was mourning!

At this mont, whether Human Clan or Evil God Clan, even Chaotic Beasts or even plants and stones, anything with a soul felt an indescribable sadness in their hearts.

That was the resonance from the Life Origin.

…

Evil God Territory.

Immortal Divine Country.

“Boom——!!!”

In the sky above the Divine Country, the originally vast, ocean-like golden Sea of Fortune was violently shaking.

At the center of the Sea of Fortune, the pillar of Qi Fortune belonging to the Blood Sun God Master, thick as a heavenly column, collapsed with a roar!

The mont the pillar collapsed, the entire Sea of Fortune surged with monstrous waves, its surface visibly dropping.

Countless fortunes let out shrill howls, their bodies shattering, transforming back into scattered fortune.

“No—!!!”

“The Blood Sun God Master has fallen!”

“How could it be! He was a supre power in the Immortal Third Realm, how could he fall to the Divine Tribulation?!”

“Chaos mourns, blood rain descends, the Blood Sun God Master has truly fallen!”

Countless Evil Gods knelt on the ground, wailing to the heavens, their eyes filled with disbelief, despair, and deep fear.

The fall of an Immortal is a blow any race finds unbearable.

“Blood Sun…”

In the depths of the Divine Hall, the Void Aspect Divine Master’s figure, shrouded in light, trembled slightly, letting out a deep sigh.

In that sigh were regret, remorse, and a slight chill of a shared fate.

As a fellow Immortal, he knew too well the terrors of the Immortal Divine Tribulation.

…

Chaotic Void.

Gu Qingfeng stood in the rain of blood, letting the gray raindrops fall on him, soaking his robes.

The inexplicable sadness in his heart surged like a tide, nearly overwhelming his rationality.

This was the cosmic resonance of the Heavenly Dao Order, the infection of Chaos’ will, unconnected to race or stance, rely the cosmic mourning evoked by the fall of an Immortal of this level.