Inside the main hall:
The numerous envoys from sacred sites, Human Race and alien, secretly communicated with each other through telepathic communication:
Saint King's Mystic Artifact! That's truly a grand gesture!
Indeed, Chen Qingyu must have said this on purpose. This is probably something the Chen Clan's Saint obtained from somewhere.
Wow, what good luck! The Chen Clan's foundation has been greatly enhanced by acquiring such a Saint King Mystic Artifact!
Indeed! This Saint Ceremony is itself a ceremony to demonstrate strength. The Chen Clan deliberately staged this event; their true intentions lie elsewhere.
Many holy sites unanimously concluded that this was a charade orchestrated by the upper echelons of the Chen Clan, a deliberate act for them to see.
However, it must be admitted that this tactic is indeed very effective.
At least in the minds of many Holy Land envoys, the future headquarters of the Holy Land Alliance is more likely to be located in the Divine Capital Changluo.
Father, please accept this.
Chen Qingyu smiled and handed the Saint King Mystic Artifact in his hand to Chen Zhengxing.
Chen Zhengxing solemnly accepted it, carefully tucking it into his bosom, and was just about to say something when:
Boom!
A faint rumble of thunder sounded.
The thunder wasn't explosive; instead, it was subtly deep, as if it appeared directly in everyone's hearts, causing their souls to tremble.
What happened?
Many of the envoys present, including the Saint the Extreme Transformation Realm, were somewhat surprised and uncertain.
Something's not right!
Chen Qingyu's expression changed slightly, and he subconsciously extended his divine sense to scan outside the Floating Heavenly Palace, and was immediately shocked.
This is
In his divine perception:
A thin, continuous rain of blood began to fall from the sky, stretching endlessly as if enveloping the entire Desolate Continent.
The land began to tremble slightly, the mountains and rivers shook gently, as if the entire Desolate Continent was shaking.
This, this
The Ninth Ancestor, seated at the head of the table, also sensed this scene with his divine sense. His face suddenly turned pale, and he said in a trembling voice:
The heavens weep blood, the earth groans in anguish!
This is an unusual phenomenon that never occurred when Kings of High Antiquity passed away peacefully. Could it be...?
His words were cut short, but the hearts of everyone in the hall clenched violently, and their faces changed color in unison.
No one present was a fool:
Such an unusual phenomenon can only indicate one thing: Emperor Yuan has reached the end of his life and passed away, and the pillar supporting the Desolate Continent has collapsed!
thump!
The woman in white robes collapsed to her knees, utterly exhausted, repeatedly kowtowing towards the east, tears streaming down her face.
Emperor Lord
Chen Qingyu's face was grim, and his fists clenched tightly.
How could this happen? It's been less than a year!
His heart skipped a beat, and he instantly realized...
If we count from the day he left the Emperor Yuan Palace until today, it seems to be exactly one year!
Damn it! I should have acted sooner!
He clutched his chest, sensing the white spirit crystal in his arms slowly dissipating, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Emperor Yuan is dead!
His heart was heavier than ever before.
Before he was fully prepared, the only valve maintaining stability in the Desolate Continent, the only dam blocking the tide of history, collapsed with a deafening roar!
At this moment
The main hall of the Floating Heavenly Palace was completely silent except for the white-robed woman's weeping; there wasn't even a sound of breathing.
Some were frightened, some were terrified, some were bewildered, and some were panicked;
But in any case:
Emperor Yuan has passed away, which means that the old era that lasted for 30,000 years has inevitably come to an end.
Unprecedented chaos is about to descend.
Deep within the Saint Yuan Minor Realm and the Emperor Yuan Palace.
It seems my time has come.
A young man in white, barefoot and fishing by the stream, suddenly laughed loudly and threw away his fishing rod.
His talent, soaring to great heights, cleaved the arena of life and death with a single sword stroke.
Unbeatable in every battle, undefeated throughout history.
Thirty thousand years have passed, and the sun and moon shine brightly in all directions.
The splendor fades like smoke and rain, but I will laugh and start anew in this life.
After reciting the poem, the young man in white closed his eyes, a smile on his lips, and breathed his last.
Above the Emperor Yuan Palace.
Three vast, majestic, and heaven-like auras swirled in the sky, their mournful cries echoing endlessly.
Among them, the most vibrant aura was that of a white jade pendant, which subtly conveyed a sense of reluctance, as if weeping and lamenting.
And in the Temple of the Three Saints Hall:
The Saint King Tianchen stood in the hall, gazing intently into the depths of the Emperor Yuan Palace, lost in thought.
His eyes were extremely complex, containing heaviness, sadness, and a hint of relief, as if a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
He closed his eyes, concealing his slightly reddened eye sockets.
When he slowly opened his eyes again, they were already icy cold. Suddenly, a soaring aura erupted from him, and his voice shook the entire small world:
Our Master has passed away peacefully and his soul has returned to paradise!
From this day forward, I am the master of the Emperor Yuan Palace!
His voice was indifferent, devoid of any emotion:
Proclaim my decree!
All Saint at the Extreme Transformation Realm, come to the Three Saints Hall for an audience immediately!
Within the Divine Void Small World, in the Taicang Heavenly Capital.
That person finally died.
Wu Chenkong was dressed in imperial robes, his face still hidden behind a golden mask, but his gaze seemed to be able to see through the barrier between the two worlds and see the outside world.
This is my last chance!
His fist, hidden in his sleeve, was clenched tightly.
No one, please, don't try to manipulate me again!
Dominate the rise and fall of the world, ascend to the Emperor Lord for all ages—it's all about this one gamble!
He turned around, looking at the dozens of the Extreme Transformation Realm Saint and hundreds of the Void Penetration Realm experts lined up behind him, his voice indifferent:
We can begin!
The numerous Saint and powerful beings stirred slightly, but quickly calmed down, their eyes fixed on him with tension.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone:
Wu Chenkong slowly raised his hand, his five fingers gripping something as if they were suddenly contracting inward.
Click click click
The entire world resounded with a series of crisp sounds, as if glass had shattered and crumbled!
The entire Divine Void Small World began to crumble from its very bottom!
In almost a few breaths
Seven hundred and twenty Lower World, countless beings, before they could even react, vanished along with the destruction of the world!
boom
Great Void Might, like a torrent, surged from the heavens and flowed into Wu Chenkong's body:
It's been a long time since I felt so powerful.
A sigh-like voice came from behind the golden mask.
The destruction of the world continues:
Five breaths later, all thirty-six Middle World, including the Zhongliang Kingdom, had vanished!
An even greater and more Great Void Might of the void surged forth like a tidal wave!
Nine breaths later:
In the entire Divine Void Small World, only the Taicang Heavenly Capital still exists. Looking around, the sky and the surrounding wilderness are all gray and desolate. The Great Cang Divine Kingdom has completely become history!
Countless living beings and everything from the past have been completely buried and no longer exist!
The destruction plan is complete!
Behind the golden mask, Wu Chenkong gaze swept over the numerous Saint and Void Penetration Realm experts:
A grand plan spanning ten thousand years hinges on this one move!
Follow me into battle!!
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