Demon Slaying, Gaining 60 Years of Cultivation From the Start Chapter 1639: 438: Imperial Court Collapse (Third update, 10

Chapter 1639: Chapter 438: Imperial Court Collapse (Third update, 10,000 words, please subscribe!)

“The Monarch of the Imperial Court has fallen? Impossible!”

In just an instant, as this realization surged into their hearts, an unprecedented upheaval, like a collapse of mountains and a roar of seas, erupted across all the heavens and myriad realms!

Every living being—whether at the supre cultivation realm or ordinary commoners—was utterly stupefied. On every face, disbelief was writ large.

At this mont, even the higher realms fell into a brief, stunned silence.

In the next mont, an overwhelming cacophony of voices broke out, filling the air.

“The Monarch of the Imperial Court is invincible under the heavens, the sole figure of eternal ages. How could they possibly have died?!”

“Impossible! This must be false news, tricks of the Netherworld—it must be the Netherworld using so wicked sche to deceive us!”

“The Monarch of the Imperial Court is supre, the leader of all realms. It’s inconceivable for them to fall—I refuse to believe it!”

In an instant, countless beings turned red-faced, shouting in denial.

Yet, there were also so who hesitated. As they beheld the blood-red ons blanketing the skies, the unshakable dread and unease gripping their hearts beca impossible to suppress.

Only when the source of the Great Dao encounters trouble can such events occur.

And who is the current source of the Great Dao? It is none other than the supre Monarch of the Imperial Court!

Thus, many hearts trembled as they began to suspect that the fall of the Monarch of the Imperial Court might truly be a fact!

At the Island of Origin, the headquarters of the Eternal Imperial Court, all its cultivators had descended into panic. Soone shouted as they ran to the grand gates and looked up at the golden statue of Gu Chen, crying out, “Look! This golden statue is still completely intact. This proves that the Monarch of the Imperial Court is safe and sound—this is all false!”

All the cultivators of the Imperial Court stood there, staring at the towering golden statue. Although Gu Chen had never infused it with even the slightest trace of his own power, the infinite faith energy within it ultimately belonged to him, and there was still a faint connection between the two.

If Gu Chen had truly fallen, this golden statue should have shown so anomaly.

And now nothing had happened—proving that Gu Chen was unhard.

Many people let out a sigh of relief because of this. Soone even said, “I told you, didn’t I? There’s no way anything could happen to the Monarch of the Imperial Court. His Majesty is so imnsely powerful, standing atop the pinnacle of all eternity—what in this world could possibly harm him?”

Other Imperial Court cultivators nodded in agreent.

But in the next mont, an almost imperceptible cracking sound echoed, freezing the expressions of everyone present.

Imdiately after, a horrified cry resounded: “The golden statue… it’s breaking!”

Crack! Crack!

As soon as the words fell, countless fissures spread out like a spider’s web. For nearly twenty thousand years, the golden statue of the supre Monarch of the Imperial Court had stood tall. In this mont, however, it began to fracture!

Veins of countless cracks appeared. With a deafening boom, the golden statue shattered on the spot under the gazes of all those present.

At that very mont, the hearts of all the cultivators of the Eternal Imperial Court seed to explode along with the statue’s collapse.

“This can’t be!”

“How could this happen?!”

“The Monarch of the Imperial Court… has truly fallen? I refuse to believe this is real!”

Countless voices trembled. The cultivators shouted, their faces overco with sorrow, unwilling to accept the truth.

Swish!

In the next mont, the Empress Gu Qingyan, along with Bi Yu, Wu Tian, Pei Yi, the Sumr Emperor, and the other supre experts, appeared at the scene.

They gazed upon the shattered statue, where the boundless faith energy had transford into countless motes of light, suspended midair. Under their watchful eyes, one mote after another began dissipating on its own.

At this mont, even the Empress Gu Qingyan and the seven supre experts looked grim beyond asure.

The dispersal of faith energy ant that its source was no more—this was the only explanation.

And the origin of all this faith energy had always belonged solely to the Monarch of the Imperial Court.

Now, the various portents and anomalies unfolding before them all confird the sa horrifying truth: the Monarch of the Imperial Court had truly fallen.

After vanishing for eighteen thousand years, the death of Gu Chen, the Monarch of the Imperial Court, was an unimaginably colossal blow to the current heavens and myriad realms.

In just an instant, the faces of all the cultivators turned ashen. Waves of grief engulfed them, and tears welled in their eyes.

The legendary figure in their hearts—their pride, their most revered supre existence—had perished?!

No one wanted to believe it, and no one dared to believe it. Yet the truth lay plainly before them, leaving them unable to deceive themselves into thinking it was all a lie.

“Brother!”

The Empress Gu Qingyan’s expression changed drastically. Without hesitation, she departed from the Eternal Imperial Court, heading toward the Outer Heavens in search of Gu Chen.

“Empress!”

Bi Yu, Wu Tian, and the Sumr Emperor also dashed after her, hastily giving chase. After a brief mont of contemplation, Pei Yi and the remaining three supre experts followed closely behind.

They, too, wanted to understand the reason behind the fall of this peerless Monarch of the Imperial Court.

“Brother, what on earth happened? How could you have fallen?!”

Gu Qingyan’s beautiful eyes reddened. Was the scene she dreaded most in her heart truly unfolding before her eyes after all?!

Soon, following the shattered traces of qi and the ethereal pull of her bloodline, she at last reached Gu Chen’s secluded retreat, situated within a chaotic grand world beyond the heavens.

The mont she truly arrived at this place, her heartstrings quivered beyond her control.

This alone confird it—Gu Chen truly had t with disaster. Otherwise, she would never have been able to find this place.

“Brother!”

Concern etched into her jade-like face, Gu Qingyan surged forward into the chaotic grand world with urgency.

Before long, her gaze fell upon a figure at the heart of a world teetering on the brink of ruin—a man with hair as white as snow, clad in dark robes, seated with his legs crossed. Life had entirely departed from him.