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Chapter 739: Only One Southern Emperor in the Southern Continent
Chapter 739: Only One Southern Emperor in the Southern Continent
The roar received no response.
The Southern Emperor, enveloped in starlight and heavenly flame, was being slowly and steadily eroded. Finally, his massive arms began to tremble uncontrollably.
The crimson treasure chariot in front of him emitted a dragon's roar, as if the entire vehicle had turned into a blazing sun, resembling a colossal fireball.
Boom—
The Southern Emperor's strength finally waned, and he was violently thrown back by the Fire Dragon Chariot.
His obese body was torn open by a terrifying gash, and the mighty demon of the Great Southern Continent now resembled a deflated, tattered bag, rolling clumsily several times before coming to a stop.
The white clouds, once bustling, now fell silent, leaving only the heavy breathing of the Southern Emperor.
"Ha... ha..."
Even in this dire situation, the young man did not appear. He remained hidden behind the banner formation, quietly depleting the Southern Emperor's morale and energy.
The Southern Emperor had faced countless dangers in his life. There was a time when he was far weaker and was even pursued by powerful figures from the Grand Sects.
But never before had he felt such a profound sense of despair, with no hope of victory.
It's time to leave... otherwise, I won't make it out.
The Southern Emperor put aside his feeble performance and slowly rose, his aura clearly weakened to the point where he could barely withstand the erosion of the starlight and heavenly flame. However, his eyes grew increasingly determined. If he couldn't charge forward with the same ferocity as before, he would stagger step by step.
The roaring Fire Dragon Chariot would suddenly emerge from the clouds, slamming the indigo-colored mountain of flesh back again.
But each time, the Southern Emperor would slowly get back up.
He no longer taunted or wasted even a bit of his strength, focusing solely on the four remaining stars that flickered ahead.
Finally, the Southern Emperor stood before another massive star.
He raised his arm weakly and clenched his fingers.
Thud!
Once, a single palm strike from the Southern Emperor could have shattered a star much larger than this one, but now, he only managed to create a small crack.
But in an instant, his fists rained down like a storm.
The entire star crumbled bit by bit, soon collapsing into ruins.
At that moment, a Xuan Wu bell appeared in the sky.
With a gentle shake, the deep, resonant sound of the bell, combined with the thick Disaster Force, transformed into a surging ocean that crashed against the indigo-colored mountain of flesh.
"Roar!"
The Southern Emperor's feet dug into the ground, steadying his retreating form. He then took slow, deliberate steps back to the shattered star.
His breathing was raspy, his skin sagging and trembling, clearly exhausted. But just before the ocean hit him again, he roared and raised his fists once more.
"Remember, I am—
"The Southern Emperor!"
In an instant, a thunderous explosion echoed through the universe, and the shattered star finally disintegrated into a cloud of dust.
At the same time, the Nine Luminous Banners, now half-destroyed, could no longer sustain the illusionary array.
The white clouds, like a curtain, were abruptly pulled away by an invisible hand.
The Southern Emperor, standing in the midst of the ocean, resembled an immovable mountain or a drenched, primitive beast. He hunched over, his eyes fixed on the horizon.
What he saw was the Fire Dragon Chariot roaring towards him.
A six-armed avatar, glowing with golden light, stepped onto the chariot and approached with an unstoppable force. Heavenly flames like red silk accompanied his six arms, and in the next moment, six golden, fiery fists struck the Southern Emperor's chest simultaneously!
Roar!
The Southern Emperor was thrown back, rolling through the air.
When he finally landed, he lay on the ground, the gash on his chest now spreading across his entire body.
Despite the severe injuries, the mountain of flesh began to tremble, a sign of laughter.
"I, the Emperor... have won..."
He bared his teeth in a fierce, chilling smile.
With a burst of strength, he slowly pushed himself up, from lying to kneeling, and then attempted to stand.
It turned out that the Nine Luminous Banners and the Fire Dragon Chariot were all the young man had.
Now, it was time for the young brute to fear, to lose sleep over this.
"..."
In the courtyard of the Jade Crystal Mansion, Yan Lanting's pupils trembled.
The three Southern Pacification Generals had witnessed the Southern Emperor's resilience from start to finish, and even now, he still managed to stand.
The notorious tales from ancient texts seemed to come to life, embodied in the mountain of flesh before them, suffocating and overwhelming.
At that moment, all three of them felt their eyelids twitch.
A figure in black silk swayed, and the young man, who seemed to have exhausted all his means, slowly walked onto the Southern Emperor's head.
The Southern Emperor's attempt to rise suddenly halted.
"Roar—"
He let out a deep, low growl, unable to lift his head. "You want to... wrestle with me?"
Shen Yi did not respond, only standing silently with his hands hanging at his sides.
But the movement of his clothes grew increasingly intense.
His pale arms bulged with veins like coiling dragons, quickly spreading to his neck.
Shen Yi tilted his head slightly, his thin lips pressed tightly together.
Behind him, the majestic Bodhisattva statue raised another arm, thrusting the Demon Subduing Staff, which represented the ferocious tiger and the earth, into the Southern Emperor's back like a dagger.
Amidst a deep, guttural roar, the drenched beast suddenly rose a thousand feet higher.
It had taken countless steps; how could it fall at the final one?
With a series of cracking bone sounds—
The Southern Emperor's head slowly lifted, and he began to roar again: "I am—"
Rip.
Shen Yi's black robe suddenly tore, and droplets of blood seeped from his skin.
The Southern Emperor's casual move had nearly suppressed three Southern Pacification Generals, each holding a Demon Slaying Decree equivalent to the Six Six Number.
Although Shen Yi possessed ninety-one Fundamental Orders, at the end of the day, he was still a cultivator of the Six Six Transformation Realm, not yet fully transformed.
But as the Southern Emperor rose, Shen Yi showed no intention of retreating. Instead, he stomped forward with a heavy step.
Bang!
The Southern Emperor's head, which had just lifted, was forced back down, cutting off his roar mid-sentence.
Shen Yi finally parted his tightly pressed lips. His white, even teeth were stained with crimson blood, which quickly spread down his chin, soaking his clothes.
"Remember this."
He wiped his chin with the back of his hand, his eyes lowered as he looked down at the mountain of flesh beneath him, his voice hoarse: "In the Southern Continent, there is only one Southern Emperor."
"And that is me, Nan Yang."
As he spoke, Shen Yi's blood-drenched palm fell calmly.
Under the watchful eyes of the people of the Jade Crystal Mansion, the grand golden statue slowly raised its two arms, grasping the Vermilion Bird Sword behind it.
The golden statue's hands tightly gripped the sword's hilt, holding the slender blade upside down, with the tip pointing directly at the Southern Emperor's head.
Instantly, crimson patterns appeared on the sword, surging upward to form four fiery lines that reached the sky, like a divine bird spreading its wings or chains tethering the sword.
The entire sky turned blood red.
In the next moment, the sword fell swiftly.
Thud—
The entire Vermilion Bird Sword pierced through the mountain of flesh's skull.
Amidst the blazing red flames, Shen Yi stood indifferently before the massive blade. His tattered clothes no longer flared wildly but only slightly fluttered in the wind, signaling the end of the struggle.
The Southern Emperor's body froze, as if struck by lightning, his fierce eyes gradually losing their focus.
The Coiled Dragon Flail on its back, the Demon Subduing Staff in its waist, and the vast flood of water covering its body seemed to form a strange connection with the Vermilion Bird Sword at the top of its head.
The auras of the four magical artifacts intertwined, forming a dark golden halo on its surface.
This was Shen Yi's domain.
Through the restraint of the Nine Luminous Banners and the Fire Dragon Chariot, he successfully sent this domain into the Southern Emperor's body.
"Ha ha."
The Southern Emperor's body slumped limply, staring blankly at the clear sky, oddly not refuting Shen Yi's words.
The means this person displayed were far from enough to secure victory.
Throughout the entire battle, he had countless opportunities to turn the tide in his favor.
But the other side never gave him a single chance...
Moreover, the Southern Pacification General's caution and prudence alone were not enough to win.
At the right moments, he hid when he needed to, and when it was time to be ruthless and decisive, he never hesitated.
To never make a mistake and never let a single opportunity slip by—this was the most terrifying thing!
A trace of despair crept onto the Southern Emperor's lips. As the halo on his surface reached perfect harmony, his eyes lost all their light.
【Slain Third-Rank Flesh Spirit Mushroom, total lifespan ten thousand calamities, remaining Shou Yuan eight thousand two hundred calamities, absorption complete】
"..."
The entire Jade Crystal Mansion was silent.
The three Southern Pacification Generals sat in shock, having witnessed what could be considered the highest-level battle in the Great Southern Continent.
Though they were also at the Third-Rank level, they could only feel suffocated.
Wu Mountain held his breath, his vision filled only with the dark figure within the soaring flames of the immortal sword.
All the grand words and phrases he had tossed and turned in his sleep, even when combined, could not match the impact of Nan Yang's final, calm, offhand remark.
The once invincible Southern Emperor, whose terrifying, world-ending figure had once swept across the sky.
Now, he knelt silently at the other's feet.
"Three Honored Lords."
Yue Lan walked slowly behind the Southern Pacification Generals, wiping away the blood with a handkerchief, her eyes fixed on Shen Yi in the sky, her voice slightly hoarse: "The Southern Continent lives."
From the moment the Southern Emperor fell, the entire Great Southern Continent would no longer have a group of demons and evil that could threaten the Divine Dynasty's safety.
Unless the Grand Sects themselves took action... but that would go against their initial goal of dividing the Imperial Qi of the human world.
Neither the leader of the Bodhi Sect nor the San Xian Jiao would allow their followers to engage in such shortsighted actions. After all, they aimed to replace the Human Emperor, not destroy the very foundation of the incense offerings.
In other words, the Great Southern Continent, relying on a single individual, became the only unbroken continent in the entire Divine Dynasty!
"What about him..."
Yan Lanting slowly turned around. The elderly man, now trembling, had finally regained some clarity after accepting the fact of the Southern Emperor's demise. He had figured out a few things.
Even their Southern Pacification General couldn't create something out of nothing.
The reason he possessed such mighty power, which dominated the Southern Continent, was that he had taken it from those Grand Sects.
Just like the Southern Emperor had called him... Bodhisattva.
The Great Southern Continent was saved, but what fate awaited the "traitor" who had ruined Mount Sumeru's grand plan?
"I don't know."
Yue Lan's voice, hoarse and strained, carried a hint of a sob.
The last time she had felt so helpless was years ago, when she learned that her sect had been completely wiped out.
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't think of a way for Shen Yi to extricate himself from this quagmire. How could the True Buddha Bodhisattvas of Mount Sumeru let him go?
Was there truly anyone in this world who could survive the grasp of those beings who had transcended the two realms and were beyond the Five Elements, those who had achieved Great Freedom?
"..."
With his current cultivation, Shen Yi could hear every word spoken in the Jade Crystal Mansion clearly.
But his face showed no signs of worry.
The matter was far from over; it was too early to lament and grieve.
Shen Yi stepped down from the Southern Emperor's body and turned to look at the massive mound of flesh, which was rapidly shrinking. Soon, the towering, broad mound of flesh had shrunk to a broken spirit mushroom no taller than his boot.
Only by witnessing this transformation could one grasp the full impact of the scene.
This tiny spirit plant had managed to rise to a position that shook the Southern Continent.
Shen Yi bent down to pick it up and then stepped into the Great Void.
The interface quickly unfolded.
The over eight thousand demon souls he had just obtained transformed into a vast cloud of yellow mist. Shen Yi extracted the final eight golden threads from it.
The concept of Ultimate Transformation was about completing one's path.
The Dharmapala Bodhisattva manifestation was now nearly perfect. Adding anything else would be like painting a snake with feet, an unnecessary and even detrimental addition.
This final touch...
Shen Yi looked at the golden figure seated within his body. His divine soul, without hesitation, guided all the additional golden threads, placing them on the brow of the golden figure.
He needed to open the third eye of the manifestation to observe the workings of the universe from ancient times to the present.
To personally participate in the workings of the world.
In an instant, the golden threads merged into a flowing liquid, forming a radiant vertical pupil in the center of the manifestation's brow!
At the same time, Shen Yi saw a fleeting, simple Dao pattern on the surface of the manifestation, like a child's casual swipe with a stick, seemingly meaningless.
"Immovable..."
Shen Yi mysteriously managed to articulate it.
Unfortunately, the pattern vanished instantly.
At his current level, he had not truly reached this realm; he had only caught a glimpse.
The ultimate step of the Six Six Transformations, and one more step would lead to Great Freedom!
"Phew."
Even in the face of the temptation of the Dao, Shen Yi quickly calmed his heart.
He turned and stepped out of the Great Void, heading in the direction beyond the Southern Continent.
...
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A nimble figure desperately fled through the forest.
Its breath was labored, clearly terrified to the extreme, and it didn't dare use its aerial teleportation technique, relying only on its legs to run.
Finally, with the last step, the Dragon Lizard Demon Lord managed to escape the territory of the Divine Dynasty. But before it could even show a trace of relief, it froze in place as it exhaled.
"Looks like you're here."
The mocking voice in its ear brought a bitter expression to the demon lord's face.
It didn't turn around, merely lowering its head in resignation. "Lords, this humble demon is truly... powerless."
The sound of footsteps, at least five or six people, approached.
One of them calmly walked behind the Dragon Lizard Demon Lord, patted its shoulder, and laughed. "Don't worry, I said you can do it, and you will."
(End of Chapter)
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