Chapter 1551: Chapter 952: Emperor Huanfen
The woman’s expression carried a hint of astonishnt, puzzled by the actions of Ye Fan and the others, though it was just puzzlent.
Her appearance in this world was not for these allies, who transcended ti, but for sothing far greater.
If successful, the endless turmoil could be brought to an end; if not…
No need to ntion it.
“Pollen as the path, all things in the world can be cultivated. Talent may be important, but it’s not absolute. I leave this path so that, even if matters fail, there remains a glimr of hope for the future. The ti to co will be an unprecedented era of declining thods, possibly evolving into an age of absolute spirits, until eternity, when mankind will have no way to cultivate. I’m willing to bear this karma.”
The woman’s lips moved slightly, looking immaculate and pure, her entire being shrouded in colorful divine light. With every move, auspicious auras surged around her like faint smoke, as if she might ascend at any mont.
She truly appeared divine, and like Emperor rciless and the Willow God, possessed an unmatched, peerless elegance.
In the next mont, the woman slightly lifted her graceful leg, her bare jade foot exposed in the air, rising as if to stride across the void towards so direction.
As her figure swayed, every step seed to traverse endless space and ti.
After an unknown amount of ti, a Stone Gate appeared before her, stretching across heaven and earth, not large, but exuding an ancient essence.
Yet the woman showed not the slightest hesitation, entering through the door with resolute determination.
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Above the Soul River.
Just as the three were preparing to completely exterminate the remaining two Phantom Quasi-Immortal Emperors.
A surge of boundless dark fog abruptly swept across the heavens and earth.
Like tidal waves, the dark fog surged forward, instantly shrouding this Land of Evil On thoroughly.
A force of misfortune erupted like a geyser, suffusing the area, engendering an intense sense of crisis in one’s heart.
“Hmm?” Ye Fan’s brow furrowed slightly, his gaze like a torch fixed on the direction from which the dark fog ca.
Emperor No-Origin and Emperor rciless also wore grave expressions, aware that the actual trouble had arrived.
At this mont, a figure slowly erged from the dark fog.
This figure was tall and commanding, exuding endless eeriness and ominousness.
“You dare to kill my subordinate Quasi-Immortal Emperors?” The voice of this figure rumbled like thunder through the expanse of the world, bearing infinite authority and wrath.
Calamity Plateau.
The true source of the turmoil.
This place was vast beyond imagination, impossible to describe in words, more expansive than heaven and earth.
Even were countless worlds to perish and fall here, they could not even fill a corner of this vastness, staggering in its imnsity.
This place exists between void and reality, akin to a paradox, both present in the world and detached from all else.
Any being attempting to enter this land of calamity, unless assimilated,
would be unable to reach this forbidden zone, even with supre power, instantly annihilated by unimaginable rules.
The plateau is strewn with black permafrost, seemingly never seeing daylight.
On the land of calamity, the dark fog surges like tides, rushing from unknown places, then dissipating into the void, endlessly covering the entire plateau, transforming it into a realm of deathly silence and despair.
Then the dark fog begins to condense into substantial black rain, pouring down from the sky, each drop imbued with the power of destruction and rebirth.
A single drop of black rain is enough to create heaven and earth; three thousand drops can manifest three thousand distinct worlds.
Countless small worlds are born in the dark fog, then collapse in an instant, like bubbles, as if the universe’s cycles of reincarnation over infinite ages are epitomized here.
This place is full of despair, like an Abyss.
Even the river of ti, accumulated by countless ages, trembles upon passing this land of calamity, and then is forcibly severed by a certain power.
It seems ti itself should not exist here.
“Rumble!”
At this mont, the already turbulent dark fog churned even more violently.
From the depths of the land of calamity, as the dark fog churned, ten colossal coffins suddenly appeared, as if floating on invisible currents, slowly drifting forth.
These coffins, completely black, emitted a dim glow, made from so unknown stone, hard and mysterious.
Aside from their color and size, they appeared to bear no other peculiarities.
However, the instant these ten seemingly mundane coffins appeared,
a mysterious and eerie montum resonated throughout the entire plateau.
“Boom!”
Among the ten coffins, several lids seed to be pushed open by so invisible force, and one by one eerie figures slowly erged.
So were withered like sticks, as if all life had been drained by the ages;
So were covered in oozing dark blood, exuding a nauseating stench of decay.
So bore no flesh, truly like ancient spirits unleashed after billions of years…
They held no divine presence, more like a primordial virus evolved to an ultimate state, darkening the ground they touched.
Three figures stood side by side, an air of coldness enveloping them, clad in once mighty armors, now worn and tattered.
These armors were once rarely seen supre armors in the world, yet succumbed to the relentless passage of ti.
The land of calamity and plateau seed like two worlds, spanning an ancient historical era. Even those aloof, end-of-the-road level Alien Immortal Emperors did not know, deep within the land of calamity, there were ten ancient ancestors.
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