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Chapter 1257 - Chapter 1257 Chapter 788 Emperors Words

Chapter 1257: Chapter 788: Emperor’s Words Chapter 1257: Chapter 788: Emperor’s Words The earth was boundless, the territories endless.

The Boundary Sea was like a ferocious beast, churning endless waves, devouring all light and hope.

Countless small worlds, scattered like stars, shattered one by one under the assault of darkness, degenerating into silent ruins, their vitality lost, leaving only the echoes of despair.

Naturally, these small worlds could not boast numerous Kings guarding the eight directions like the Immortal Domain did, safeguarding the territories.

Breaking through the heavens, there were perhaps only one or two.

Even if the Kings of these worlds disregarded personal loss and vowed to defend their homelands to the death, it was all empty talk, incapable of withstanding the dark invasion.

Thus, in some small worlds, one could see petrified skeletons,

majestic as mountains reaching into the sky, their formidable presence lingering even in death. Some skeletons had even reached the level of Supreme Immortal Kings, yet still met their end on the battlefield, their life force extinguished.

The vast skeletons moaned in the cold wind, seemingly narrating the cruelty, tragedy, and bravery of that past war, compelling onlookers to clench their fists in sighs.

Inside the Ancient Heavenly Court.

Just as Emperor Cang turned his gaze towards the exterior of the temple.

At the horizon’s end, a blazing, eye-catching purple path suddenly appeared.

Amid the soaring purple radiance, Divine Birds shrieked, and flowers blossomed in abundance– a supreme and overwhelming force that did not hold back in the slightest, manifesting unmistakably within the Boundary Sea.

Within this vast expanse of purple light, a humanoid figure was seen slowly approaching the Ancient Heavenly Court.

Wearing a Purple Gold Crown, his figure was slender.

Not only was his entire body enveloped in the boundless purple, but even his eyes were a dazzling purple, so brilliant when they opened and closed that one could hardly bear to look directly at them.

Surrounded by marks of the Great Taoist in all directions, this humanoid figure appeared even more divine and extraordinary.

The slender figure ascended a staircase formed by the gathering of vast purple aura, each step causing the heavens and earth to tremble, all things bowing in submission.

Undoubtedly.

This was an extremely remarkable entity, no less mighty than Emperor Cang, also a being of Quasi-Emperor Level.

Absolutely beyond imagination.

“Emperor Cang, it seems you’ve encountered trouble…”

The humanoid entity with the Purple Gold Crown looked towards the highest seat in the great hall, directly addressing Emperor Cang by his true name.

With every breath, an era of time emerged, and the mere light breath he emitted was enough to cause the Star Sea to crack–a staggering display that made it seem this place could barely contain His presence.

“After an epoch of slumber, countless eras have turned to ashes. Logically, between life and death, all beings should achieve a mental transcendence.

Yet the beings of this world remain as ignorant as ever, unaware of the true path ahead, crudely attributing all to evil and justice.

Do they not know that through the endless passage of time, as all things change, under the Great Taoist, what place is there for good and evil? They are merely shackles imposed by the people upon themselves. We practitioners seek only Transcendence, why fear life or death, why question right or wrong?

Ultimately, these are but two sides of the same Tao.

Like in times of peace and prosperity in the mundane world, even unwanted cats and dogs receive attention–if anyone mistreats these animals, people will swiftly respond in outrage.

Yet in times of chaos and turmoil, it is normal for people to fight over even a grain of rice…

The Tao itself does not distinguish between good or evil; these are merely constraints we place upon ourselves, mere consolations of the inferior ants, born of lowly thoughts.”

Atop the throne symbolizing the supreme authority of the Ancient Heavenly Court, the gray-robed elder appeared nonchalant, his robe fluttering as if ordinary, yet emanating a demeanor capable of swallowing mountains and rivers.

His tone carried an indescribable sense of vicissitude and melancholy.

The next moment, Emperor Cang’s aura suddenly contracted, making him appear like a nondescript old man at the edge of a field, quietly standing up from beneath the Throne, looking even more like an ordinary elderly man.

From the beginning to the end, this founder of the Ancient Heavenly Court never believed his current choice was a mistake.

Even if,

He slaughtered all the elders under his command,

and buried the person he once dearly loved in a massive tomb.

Even if he sacrificed their Primordial Spirits to the intangible Great Dao, he was not wrong.

It was merely an insignificant sacrifice on the path to the Great Dao.

One might ask the heavens and the earth:

Where do people not die?

In which era do people not die?

The rich feast behind red doors while bones of the frozen dead litter the roads.

Even in times of great peace and prosperity, people still starve to death.

As long as he could achieve his goal, as long as he could attain the Great Dao, the death of countless beings was justified.

Moreover, they should be thankful to become the foundation stones for his true ascent.

“Emperor Cang, you used to speak less. Could it be that new Quasi-Emperor beings have appeared in this world?”

The creature wearing the purple crown paused momentarily, then asked thoughtfully, as if realizing something late.

They shared unified goals, with the same interests and motivations. Even if their interactions were few and far between, the time they’d recognized each other spanned countless eras, and they clearly understood each other’s temperaments.

“Though the other party doesn’t radiate Emperor Radiance, I can feel it–that is the power fluctuation of an Emperor, transcending All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds.

Unfortunately… just like the ones before, an outlier, unwilling to join my ranks.”

Emperor Cang nodded noncommittally, his deep eyes shimmering with a dim light, pondering unknown thoughts.

“It’s gotten interesting, I didn’t expect someone to reach the Emperor Realm these days…” Emperor Hong’s voice carried a slight chill.

Now was an unprecedented Age of Doom; the difficulty of becoming a king far surpassed other eras, let alone a Quasi-Emperor.

As for an Emperor?

They had accumulated knowledge over so many eras that it could even be traced back before the creation of heaven and earth.

With such an extended duration having not reached that realm, it was even less likely for others.

“Since their path contradicts ours, like before, suppressing them is fitting.”

The purple-gold crowned being’s slender purple eyes slightly narrowed as he spoke coldly.

A Quasi-Emperor who opposed them had to be dealt with first, otherwise, it would interfere with their subsequent plans.

They had awaited this day far too long, just on the verge of reaping true results. They could not allow any errors; by sacrificing all beings of the Immortal Domain, they should be able to obtain the genuine Emperor Canon Scriptures.

Moreover, a Quasi-Emperor of the Age of Doom, if also sacrificed, might yield unimaginable returns.

However, being a Quasi-Emperor, how to suppress him needed careful discussion.

An Emperor differed from other realms, truly tough to extinguish life force. If they planned to eliminate him, it would likely require their joint effort.

But the time had not yet come; should they appear now, the All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds would instantly collapse under their immense pressure, utterly unable to withstand it.

Projection was possible, but projecting there would inevitably weaken their strength, and even if the two joined forces, it might not be enough to suppress a Quasi-Emperor of the same realm.

Having decided to act, they must thoroughly suppress the opposition, otherwise, a Quasi-Emperor, once aware of their existence, would firmly hide away, rendering them unable to search him out.

With this in mind, they could only wait for the opponent to come to The Boundary Sea.

Only in The Boundary Sea could they strike without restraint.

“Suppress? Ha, it’s not so easy.”

Upon hearing this, Emperor Cang chuckled lightly, his voice carrying a subtlety hard to detect.