Yuan Wuxing knelt at the foot of the mountain, covered in blood. The entire left half of his body below the shoulder was gone, his right arm hung at his side, and several gashes split open across his right leg.
His Five Elements Heavenly Bead had shattered, his four Daos had been extinguished, his Dao foundation had broken, and his divine soul had scattered.
Yet his eyes were brighter than ever. The flames burning within those Five-Colored Pupils flared one final time at the brink of extinction, making the entire vault of heaven tremble.
He was smiling.
That smile was neither bitter nor self-mocking. It was relief—the relief of someone who had found the answer.
He had given everything, burned everything he could burn, yet the Altar had not budged. Chu Tian had done nothing, and the Altar had opened for him of its own accord.
To die following such a man, Yuan Wuxing had no regrets.
The Elemental Heaven Clan's experts stood in the distance, watching the three glowing Altars at the end of the heavens, the three Divine Dragons coiling across hundreds of millions of miles of sky, the three beads spinning atop the peak, and the figure slowly rising from Chaos.
Their faces went from deathly pale to livid, from livid to ashen, from ashen to completely colorless.
The figure seated cross-legged atop the peak had risen.
Chu Tian emerged from Chaos.
His black hair cascaded like a waterfall, one half flowing with profound demonic light, the other blooming with resplendent imperial golden radiance.
The Imperial Crown Mark between his brows emitted a faint golden glow. It was not dazzling, yet none dared meet it directly.
Around him, five Daos spread beneath his feet—the Supreme Demon God Dao was as weighty as the true orthodox imperial path;