Chapter 922 - 646: The Five Decays
Fifty Primordial Assemblies pass in a snap.
Celestial Brilliance Immortal Mountain, Five Declines Annihilation Valley.
Chen Sheng sat cross-legged in the deepest part of the valley center.
On this day.
Boom——!
A silent Dao sound exploded.
The decaying aura around Chen Sheng suddenly contracted, replaced by a Dao Rhyme that was perfect, untouched by decline or tribulation.
He slowly opened his eyes, free from any sign of decay, instead revealing the transformation of star rivers.
"The decline of the Dao Heart, comprehended to perfection!"
He stood up, took a step forward; the space around him silently dissolved and reformed.
The declining Dao Principle of Annihilation Valley was as gentle as a stream beneath his feet, posing no threat anymore.
Chen Sheng murmured quietly in his heart, his tone calm:
"The tribulation of Five Declines, is no longer an obstacle for me!"
At this moment, his Taiyin Dao practice was complete, the Five Declines held no secrets, ready to induce the great tribulation of the Five Declines at any time, to cross the tribulation and achieve Five Declines Daoist Monarch.
One step onto the pinnacle of Daoist Monarch!!
However, to be safe, Chen Sheng did not raise his hand to provoke the tribulation.
"If I do not actively provoke the tribulation, I still have about six hundred Primordial Assemblies worth of time. Even through sheer time, I could grind my way to the perfection of the Middle Thousand World, achieving Mahayana Loose Immortal."
"I should complete the Middle Thousand World first, then induce the great tribulation of the Five Declines. At that time, the tribulation will come, I cross it; the tribulation will leave, I succeed, leaving no risk."
"Although there’s still time for comprehension, this place holds no use for me anymore, it’s time to leave!!"
With a thought in his heart, Chen Sheng’s figure moved, stepping out of the Five Declines Annihilation Valley.
The declining Dao Principle at the valley entrance parted automatically, respectfully sending off this entity who had overcome the Five Declines.
...
At the same moment.
On the Vast Continent, at the Ten Thousand Races battlefield, within the Divine Demon territory, in a dead silent void.
"Kill——!!!"
A long shout shook the eternal times.
A figure clad in Golden Armor, wings on its back, stood proudly in the void, with golden light bursting from all around, a frightening murderous aura surged like a tsunami.
Wherever it passed, countless void dust particles were stirred up, forming waves of dust that obscured the sun, countless sub-realms attached to the void quickly crumbled, turned into minuscule particles hard for the naked eye to capture, dissipating into nothingness.
Not far away, Chen Sheng stood with hands behind him, his robe moving without wind, his aura steady as an abyss, merely watching the scene indifferently.
"Such a fierce killing intent." His thin lips slightly parted, his voice flat and calm, showing not a hint of emotion, "It’s a pity, still missing something."
Before the words fell, Chen Sheng didn’t move, but his right fist suddenly struck out!
The fist imprint condensed and did not disperse, instantly surging, spanning billions of miles, carrying a force that crushed everything, straight towards the Golden Armor Feathered Man.
Rumble——!!
As the fist will passed, the void twisted, trembled, even the vacuum was forcefully frozen, countless violent void storms sprouted and spread, shredding everything in its path.
This punch had long surpassed a mere force strike; it was the concretization of Chen Sheng’s Great Dao, the extreme explosion of spiritual will.
Faced with this punch, the Golden Armor Feathered Man showed no fear in his eyes, instead bursting with a fanatic light, clapping in praise:
"Well done!"
"Heaven Punishment!"
The killing intent around the Golden Armor Feathered Man grew threefold, wings fluttering, countless golden feather blades broke through the air, directly meeting the fist imprint.
Above the void, golden light collided with fist wind, exploding into even more terrifying energy fluctuations.
...
Outside the battlefield, in the endless time and space turbulence, several Emperor figures spanning eternal time stood quietly.
They did not reveal their true forms, only projecting their will to oversee the battle, even if a trace of aura unintentionally leaked, it would be sufficient to collapse star rivers and solidify ages.
One of the figures was as towering as an ancient magic mountain, with a straight, sharp horn in the shape of a dagger atop its head, surrounded by black and purple Demonic Qi.
His gaze was indifferent, with a hint of casual amusement, piercing through layers of space-time barriers, falling upon the Light Divine Race genius whose aura was rapidly dissipating, speaking in a low voice:
"The Light Divine Race junior, the Great Dao is fracturing, about to give out."
After speaking, he slightly turned his head, looking towards the Fire Cloud Emperor beside him, surrounded by blazing holy flames, laughing:
"Brother Huoyun, your Human Race youngster, so young and already touching the Emperor’s threshold, his disposition and foundation are quite remarkable."
The Fire Cloud Emperor laughed heartily upon hearing this:
"Brother Magic Horn is flattering!"
He bowed with hands, not forgetting to return a compliment:
"Your disciple was only a step away from the Emperor Dao previously, this time upon emerging, should also cultivate into an Emperor..."
"Not at all, not at all."
The two exchanged humble pleasantries.
Beside them, the Emperor figure of dark purple, form as ethereal as flowing light, suddenly spoke softly:
"Speaking of which, I recall the Human Race youngster who came to my race for training years ago, named Xuanyuan, quite outstanding."
The Fire Cloud Emperor’s expression slightly eased upon hearing this, sighed softly:
"Hmm, this child is a direct descendant of Xuanyuan."
The dark purple light-shadow Emperor was momentarily stunned, then suddenly understood, his tone carrying a hint of lament:
"Oh? So that’s the connection!"
"Indeed, it’s a cycle of fate."
He gazed at the battlefield, his tone wistful:
"Back then, the Light Divine Race member, stepping onto Xuanyuan’s corpse, forcefully proved the Dao to become Emperor."
"Now his descendants are suppressed by Xuanyuan’s heirs, clearly about to perish ’Dao dissipated’..."
Before the words fell, he abruptly shut his mouth.
The drifting light-shadow suddenly condensed.
A vast, majestic, extremely sanctified yet bone-chilling aura, without warning, enveloped the whole space-time.
Endless holy light opened fiercely, a tall and majestic bright figure stepped out, having already descended here.
This was the reigning Emperor of the Light Divine Race—Guan Yucang.
𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞
In an instant.
The entire space-time was instantly silent, even the turbulent flow of time seemed to stop.
The dark purple light-shadow Emperor’s eyes flashed a trace of awkwardness, narrowly avoiding bad-mouthing someone to their face.
At the same time.
The Fire Cloud Emperor’s face darkened, the smile on his face disappeared, narrowing his eyes slightly.
A vast emperor’s might that was equally imposing quietly rose, the air around him instantly tense, ready to act at any time.
The other onlooking Emperors took half a step back without a visible movement, exchanging unnoticed glances, a tacit understanding flashed in their eyes, quietly standing by to watch the changes.
If the two celestial Emperors truly tore faces and fought here, it would be an unparalleled spectacle shaking the ages.
Guan Yucang merely glanced coldly, directing his gaze towards the battlefield.
...
On the battlefield, the combat had reached its climax.
Chen Sheng’s fist will was endless, layer by layer advancing, seemingly plain yet containing infinite transformations.
Despite the Golden Armor Feathered Man exerting utmost effort, reaching supreme ascension, pushing his Cultivation and killing aura to the peak, it was no more than a fleeting meteor, hard to endure.
Swoosh swoosh swoosh——
A glimmer flashed in Chen Sheng’s eyes.
The Taiyin source all around exploded fiercely.
A bright and vast Taiyin silhouette rose slowly.
Moonlight like water, pouring down!
Merging with the fist imprint, it grew heavier and more terrifying, carrying annihilating power, falling fiercely, breaking all tangible and intangible shackles, crushing all barriers.
"Good fist technique..."
The Golden Armor Feathered Man murmured one last time.
As the words ended, his body disintegrated, like the dawn’s light, after the ultimate brilliance, turned into countless golden particles, drifting in the wind, completely dissipating in this vast void.
Seeing this, Guan Yucang gently shook his head, chose not to speak a word more, and his figure vanished abruptly.
The others, realizing the spectacle was over, also revealed disappointed expressions, each employing their methods, continuously retreating.
The Fire Cloud Emperor, seeing this, also withdrew the tense aura surrounding him.
Despite Guan Yucang’s short time as an Emperor, he was immensely fierce, his dreadful prestige shaking. If a real fight unfolded, the outcome would be hard to predict.
"Thankfully, the other side still abides by the rules!"