Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor

The key point must be on either Su Han or the Ancient Emperor of Holy Demons!

Yuan Ling is merely an illusion in this realm designed to confuse Su Han.

As far as Su Han is concerned, only by killing the Ancient Emperor of Holy Demons will the illusion of the Fifth Cliff disappear, so...

The key point shouldn’t be himself but the Ancient Emperor of Holy Demons.

"Why must I kill the Ancient Emperor of Holy Demons to exit the illusion realm?"

"Why must it be the Ancient Emperor of Holy Demons and not Yuan Ling? Isn’t Yuan Ling the one I should kill?"

"Moreover, in a sense, it seems the illusion realm is compelling me to kill the Ancient Emperor of Holy Demons!"

"Why is this?"

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind; all of them were doubts.

Su Han couldn’t untangle them, nor could he solve them.

He felt as though the illusion was trying to convey something to him, but the information was extremely ambiguous.

"Damn it!"

Swearing softly, Su Han set aside the distracting thoughts in his mind, looked up, and focused on the screen that appeared in front of him.

The Yin-Yang Blade Saint was not far from Su Han, eyes closed, body trembling slightly, his face flushed.

Su Han temporarily ignored him; figures like the Sun Sword God and the Ancient Emperor of Holy Demons flashed through his mind.

Finally, Su Han saw the information about these people on the screen of the Fifth Cliff.

First second—

It was like a picture, where everything inside was still.

In the picture, there was a street.

On both sides of the street, there were shadows of people.

They seemed like vendors, shouting and calling out with varied expressions on their faces, nothing out of the ordinary.

On the street, people were coming and going, traffic flowing, very bustling.

Su Han couldn’t feel any aura from these people; they seemed like ordinary people.

And amidst such ordinary people, Su Han saw a familiar face.

It was a middle-aged man dressed in tattered cloth garments with several torn openings, and in front of him lay a bowl.

Many parts of the bowl were chipped, a large piece was broken, and inside were several grey coins.

And the middle-aged man was reclining on the ground in such a manner, looking at the surrounding crowd with pleading eyes.

His face was covered with many stains, his eyes red and swollen, and there were traces of blood at the corner of his mouth, evidently beaten by someone.

Quite a few people around turned their heads to look at him, their eyes full of disdain.

Su Han couldn’t believe it. He raised his trembling hand, wanting to reach into the screen, to touch the face of this middle-aged man.

But he couldn’t.

"Wufeng..."

The murmuring words came from Su Han’s mouth.

His mind was about to explode at this moment.

How could the man who once stood tall, so glorious, topping the entire Peak of the Lower-Class Star Region, become like this?

What happened to the man who could overturn clouds with one hand, rain with the other, who could make the Holy Domain tremble with a mere cold snort?

How could the man dressed in golden garb, stomping on a Flying Sword, who could blast Starry Beasts in a fit of anger, become like this?

He was ranked very high on the strong list of the Holy Domain... the Sun Sword God!!!

"No, no..."

Su Han’s throat moved, an indescribable emotion burst forth from his heart.

Suffering? Pain? Sadness?

No, Su Han didn’t know what these emotions were.

He just wanted to speak but couldn’t, wanted to touch but couldn’t.

The Sun Sword God, is still alive.

Through this screen, Su Han learned he is still alive, living in some corner of the Milky Way Starry Sky.

But right now, he is worse than dead!!!

The Sun Sword God was such a strong man; Su Han knew better than anyone.

He would rather die standing than live kneeling!

But everything on the screen was trampling on the Sun Sword God’s last dignity fiercely!

"Huh... Huh..."

Su Han breathed heavily; he felt suffocated.

It was as if countless silver needles were stabbing into his heart, the pain and torture unbearable.

"Again because of me... again because of me!!!"

Su Han roared furiously: "Damn Yuan Ling, you wouldn’t be content until pursuing to the last point! You must turn them into this form, let them endure unbearable torment before you’re satisfied? Only this pleases you?"

"Damn you!!!"

Though the frame only lasted three seconds, it seemed like Su Han was frozen within it at this moment.

Until his gaze fell back to the screen again, the second-second frame appeared—

The Sun Sword God was gone, and what appeared was the Ancient Emperor of Holy Demons!

This time, Su Han clearly saw his figure, saw his face.

Still those stone benches, still that stone table, also that stone bed.

The thatched hut also appeared before Su Han.

At this moment, Su Han was somewhat dazed; he didn’t know if this was an illusion or reality.

However, the aura of the Yin-Yang Blade Saint came, making Su Han clear-headed, letting him know this was all real.

The Ancient Emperor of Holy Demons was also still alive!

Compared to the Sun Sword God, the Ancient Emperor of Holy Demons was much better.

However, just when Su Han felt a bit of relief, a blurry figure suddenly appeared in the fram.

"Hmm?"

Su Han’s pupil shrank.

That figure was too blurry, just like the Ancient Emperor of Holy Demons at the beginning.

Su Han wanted to see but couldn’t make it out clearly.

The third-second frame followed—

The Ancient Emperor of Holy Demons rose, looking at that figure, seeming to say something.

Su Han stared intently at the screen.

For some reason, he suddenly thought of everything that happened in the illusion of the Fifth Cliff.

Inside there, it was only after he and the Ancient Emperor of Holy Demons met that Yuan Ling appeared!

Could it be, this figure...

Is Yuan Ling???

"No, impossible..." Su Han stepped back a few steps, on the verge of collapse.

If it really is Yuan Ling, then given the relationship between him and the Ancient Emperor of Holy Demons, how could the Ancient Emperor of Holy Demons remain intact and alive?

And what could allow him to live until now?

There is only one possibility!

And this possibility is precisely what’s driving Su Han to collapse.

He doesn’t believe it, doesn’t believe this possibility, absolutely doesn’t believe!!!

"Hush!"

The screen disappeared, and all the scenes vanished.

Ultimately, Su Han did not see clearly who the blurry figure was.

He stood on the Fifth Cliff, silent for a long, long time...

As he was about to leave, Su Han turned and glanced at the Yin-Yang Blade Saint again.

"He is already on the Fifth Cliff, which proves he passed the test of the Fifth Cliff."

"But there is no screen in front of him."