Free Web NovelChapter 666: Chapter 665: Qingqiu in Flames, Heaven and Earth Collapse; Candle Dragon Beholds the Divine Coffin
Although not at their peak now, both Emperor Haotian and I resurrected from the ashes in this Qingqiu Highland after our physical bodies were annihilated.
And Emperor Haotian perished during the Journey to the West Calamity.
Being nourished in Qingqiu, it’s been no more than three hundred thousand years at most.
In terms of recovery, he’s only worse off than me and Zhunti.
Under such circumstances.
Jieyin naturally disregarded Emperor Haotian.
"You ascended the position of Jade Emperor with the support of the Heavenly Dao, yet instead of repaying, you vainly attempt to break free from control."
"Today, I shall thoroughly erase you from this world on behalf of the Heavenly Dao!"
Jieyin shouted mightily, with the Lotus Platform above his head, shaking the Great Dao as he forcefully struck.
"Why pretend to be so noble? If you had the chance, you too would wish to break free from control."
Emperor Haotian replied indifferently, raising his hand as divine phenomena appeared behind him.
The mighty power of heaven and earth was grasped in the hands of these two.
The oldest saint of the Western Sect and the Lord of Heaven, closest to unifying the Great Thousand, thus engaged in their first direct battle in Qingqiu.
At the same time.
Without any hesitation, Zhunti and Lin Heng, who had activated the Immortal Slaying Sword Array, also launched into a cataclysmic battle.
This is a truly top-tier battle of the world.
Although none of the four are current saints,
each one possesses the power to challenge a saint, though still at a disparity with the true saints of the era.
Yet, it remains the most fearsome battle in Qingqiu in countless millennia.
The crucial part is.
They are not fighting within the highland.
Though Qingqiu is special, other than the highland, the normal regions simply cannot withstand such a level of battle.
Once it began,
the terrifying murderous intent and mighty power created an apocalyptic scene.
In an instant, the heavens and earth of Qingqiu trembled, and the universe’s stars crumbled.
Numerous beings suffered collateral damage from the battle.
Many who had sealed themselves away, intending to endure the long night, didn’t even have time to scream before turning into blood mist amidst the battle.
This is too horrifying!
Causing countless beings to wail in agony.
Countless strong ones fled in panic, streams of light darting away, all seeking refuge in the Qingqiu Border Desolation.
Yet more silently turned to ashes.
Gradually, many beings, in their despair, took the nearby highland as a last hope of survival.
With fear and reverence, they broke into the adjacent highland, praying that the beings within could temporarily shelter them.
However, without exception,
all highlands coldly expelled them, with some even rudely turning intruders into blood mist.
This seems cruel.
But there’s no choice; the weak falling prey to the strong, the life and death of ants are negligible to the mighty.
"I never thought it would come to this."
In the Endless Fire Domain Highland, Demon Master Kunpeng gazed at the apocalyptic scene outside, unable to help but sigh.
Yet that East Emperor Taiyi remained indifferent: "In each era’s tribulation, countless small worlds perish, so what is such a calamity?"
Hearing this, Demon Master Kunpeng was reminded of the ancient war between witches and demons and nodded: "True."
The entities occupying the highlands are all ancient and mighty ones.
Each one has endured one or several Heavenly Dao Tribulations; they’ve witnessed the scene of gods’ twilight and the extinction of sentient beings far too many times.
So they feel no disturbance from the outside spectacle.
However.
There is one exception.
That is the Holy Race Highland.
It is also the only highland that allowed beings from all directions to enter and seek refuge.
In the mist.
All of the Fox Race gathered at the altar atop the highland.
The ancient bell’s sound was melodious, their pious calls mournful.
They were sacrificing.
"Qingqiu is enduring a tribulation; past master, please stop all this."
The Fox Race lamented, as the Holy Race that watches over Qingqiu and sacrifices to the Divine Coffin,
They felt ashamed by everything happening outside.
Even Su Daji and Bao Si, who once brought calamity to many beings in the world, were now kneeling at the center of the altar.
The Nine-tailed Fox danced between heaven and earth.
They made a blood sacrifice, calling out to the master of the Divine Coffin.
No one knew if this would work.
They could only pray it would.
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On the other side.
Supreme Celestial Abyss Highland.
This is the most feared forbidden area within Qingqiu.
Because the initiator of the long night, known by Qingqiu beings as the Great Dragon Slayer Demon Candle Dragon, resides within this highland.
This highland is peculiar; it connects with the Celestial Domain while tearing a vast abyssal rift hanging upside down within the Celestial Domain.
At the time, the sometimes mad, sometimes lucid Candle Dragon was deep in thought within this abyssal rift.
It was well aware of the epic battle outside.
But it had no desire to get involved.
Right now, its mind was consumed with a single question.
Who exactly?
Was combating it?
Recently, it had poured its power several times, deploying its rules, initiating the long night.
But strangely.
Each time darkness descended, the world would immediately turn to daylight.
This made it very angry, also very bewildered.
It couldn’t comprehend why, having been assured it controlled Qingqiu’s day and night,
suddenly stopped working?
"Who on earth?"
"Is obstructing me?"
The moment the Candle Dragon regained its sanity, its desire shifted from rekindling the long night to finding out who was thwarting it.
As it pondered this riddle without answers,
an eerie sound of chains suddenly came from above the Celestial Abyss.
The Candle Dragon, stunned, looked up.
Only to see, from the deep abyss of the heavens, ten cold primordial beasts pulling a colossal blood coffin shrouded in blood mist, slowly approaching.
"Divine Coffin... Divine Coffin?"
The Candle Dragon was greatly agitated, its face showing immense excitement and joy; its massive form encircled the galaxy, bowing in homage to the Ten Fiends pulling the coffin.
The Candle Dragon did not know the identity of the coffin’s owner.
But it was aware that its life was granted by the being within.
And it felt an unusual closeness to the presence inside the coffin, as if slumbering there was a very familiar and revered ’old friend.’
But all along, it couldn’t figure out who this ’old friend’ in the coffin could be.
And every time it tried to think about it, immense pain would descend, marking the onset of its madness.
The Candle Dragon vaguely acknowledged that perhaps a certain memory of its own had been erased, or the presence within the Divine Coffin had traces wiped from the world by some force.
It was unknowable, unseeable, not even to be thought of.
Perceiving this, it began to avoid the subject, yet the reappearance of the Divine Coffin before its eyes instinctively prompted anxious contemplation.
In an instant.
Its head felt as if split open by mountains. ƒгeewёbnovel.com
An overwhelming agony attacked.
Making the Candle Dragon roll, howl, and wail uncontrollably.
Suddenly, with blood-red eyes, murderous intent surged into its mind, and the long night descended once more.
