A Supreme Being has fallen? This is a monumental event!
Outside the Heavenly Beast Forest, a crowd stood frozen, their bodies chilled with dread. That was the Supreme Being Han Ming, who had stood tall for millions of years, unrivaled in the mortal realm—yet now, he had perished just like that?
Many could not believe it. It was too tragic. How many years had it been since such a thing had occurred? The fall of a Supreme Being was nothing short of a cataclysmic event, shaking heaven and earth!
After a brief silence, the crowd erupted in wails of grief, their cries shaking the skies.
Far away on the battlefield, a crimson glow blazed across the heavens, so blinding it dyed the entire firmament red—a sight marking the explosion of a Supreme Being’s essence blood.
Even those who had never witnessed it before now understood, for ancient bone scriptures had recorded it clearly: such a phenomenon heralded a transformation of the cosmos!
“I refuse to believe it! Supreme Being Han Ming was invincible—how could he die?”
“His blood has already stained the sun and moon. Even if we refuse to accept it, the truth remains,” someone lamented, their heart trembling with shock.
This was too horrifying. Supreme Beings were beings of immense terror, standing high above all, their majesty nearly rivaling the heavens and earth.
“Wait—if Supreme Being Han Ming’s blood fills the sky, why haven’t stars fallen? A single drop of his blood could pierce through celestial bodies!” someone questioned, clinging to hope that Han Ming might still be alive.
“Because there are immortal artifacts clashing there, forming a domain that has sealed off a small world, isolating it from the greater cosmos,” an elder sighed in sorrow.
Several immortal artifacts hovered in that space—the Ten Realms Diagram, the Cosmos Pouch, and others—enveloping the battlefield and locking it down completely.
Thus, even though Supreme Being Han Ming’s blood surged toward the heavens, it could not break free. Otherwise, the scene would have been apocalyptic, unimaginably terrifying.
This conclusion left everyone despondent. Even in the foreign realm, producing a Supreme Being was no easy feat. The true fall of one was a calamitous event.
For in that realm, the grand environment had not changed—it still permitted the existence of undying beings!
“Perhaps he hasn’t fallen yet! Supreme Being Han Ming might still be alive!” someone suddenly declared, rejecting the tragedy.
This sent shockwaves through the crowd, reigniting hope.
Regardless of clan, any Supreme Being from their shared world was revered!
The emergence of a Supreme Being was cause for celebration across all factions, for without mishap, they could continue ascending through the ages!
“I once heard that when a Supreme Being dies, countless omens manifest—celestial weeping, earth mourning—yet none have appeared now!” the speaker continued.
The crowd fell silent.
Earlier, many had been too grief-stricken to recall such legends, but indeed, the tales spoke of such signs.
Yet, how many Supreme Beings had fallen in this era? None had witnessed it firsthand, so the rumors had faded.
On the battlefield within the desert, Meng Tianzheng stood tall, his black hair disheveled, his eyes blazing like twin suns, radiating golden light as dazzling as his golden battle armor.
His divine robes were stained with blood, yet his towering frame only seemed more imposing. His aura surged like a tidal wave, his battle intent soaring to the heavens, as if he could tear the very cosmos apart with a single roar.
At this moment, he was invincible, cutting through the battlefield like an unstoppable force.
Most terrifyingly, he plunged into the crimson glow, his fists shaking the void, each strike tearing open black fissures in space.
Were it not for the immortal artifacts suppressing the battlefield, forming a sealed “war realm,” the devastation would have been unimaginable.
His battle qi was too terrifying, shredding everything in its path. A single beam of his energy could pierce through celestial bodies!
“ROAR!”
From within the crimson glow came a deafening roar, as if a primordial beast had awakened, its voice shaking souls.
It was the Supreme Being whose body had been shattered. His bloodied halberd lay broken, his form scattered, his essence blood unable to reform.
For Meng Tianzheng was there, his fists dispersing the blood, preventing it from coalescing.
As one observer had noted, Supreme Beings were not easily extinguished. Without the omens of celestial weeping, there was still hope.
Indeed, what manner of beings were Supreme Beings? Even if the universe collapsed, they could survive!
Though Han Ming’s body had been shattered, he was not yet dead, struggling to gather his essence blood and revive his spirit.
But Meng Tianzheng’s fist intent was too overwhelming. Each strike suppressed the laws of heaven and earth, hindering Han Ming’s recovery.
The other Supreme Beings paled. Though they had wounded Meng Tianzheng, they could not immediately rescue Han Ming.
For Meng Tianzheng was relentless, fixated on Han Ming, determined to slay him. As the saying went: *Better to sever one finger than wound ten.*
He was here to slay a Supreme Being!
“He has cultivated the Indestructible Scripture—his physique is formidable. He can endure for a long time!” one muttered.
This was dire. Four Supreme Beings had intervened, yet they could not free Han Ming. His revival seemed impossible.
None would dare believe it if told—it defied all reason.
Four Supreme Beings had joined forces, yet they could not swiftly turn the tide.
Han Ming roared in fury. His spirit was already riddled with cracks, wounded by the Great Elder. He struggled to reform his body, but failed again and again.
A Supreme Being could regenerate from a single drop of blood, yet Han Ming was trapped in an unprecedented predicament.
Meng Tianzheng’s fist intent suppressed all, crushing even his spirit.
How could a fellow Supreme Being be so overwhelmingly powerful?
In truth, they had underestimated the beings of the Imperial Pass. From the younger generation’s battles, those of the Nine Heavens had seemed inferior—save for one exception: *Huang*.
Naturally, they had dismissed the older generation as well.
Indeed, in the last great battle at the Great Scarlet Sky’s border, the elders had fallen one after another, achieving no notable feats.
“Do you think yourselves superior?” Meng Tianzheng roared, his youthful frame radiating brilliance, his golden armor blinding.
“The Nine Heavens and Ten Earths are incomplete. Cultivation here is arduous. The younger generation lags not because of inferiority, but because of the heavens themselves!” the Great Elder lamented.
The Supreme Beings’ pupils contracted. They knew of this “affliction.”
And they realized: under such conditions, cultivation was difficult. Few could reach perfection unless they broke through all limits!
But how many in the world could surpass the boundaries of their realm?
Those who reached the Supreme Being realm must have done so—meaning they were no weaker, perhaps even stronger, than their foreign counterparts!
The great war of the last era had shattered the once-unified Nine Heavens and Ten Earths into fragments.
Thus, the cosmos was incomplete, its laws flawed.
This was why cultivators here often faced imperfections in their cultivation.
To escape this plight, one had to transcend limits in every realm, shattering the constraints of the broken heavens!
Such individuals were terrifying beyond imagination—even in the foreign realm, they would rank among the elite of imperial clans.
Without a doubt, *Huang* had achieved this. The foreign realm knew it well—otherwise, he could not have slaughtered their young geniuses en masse.
The Supreme Beings’ gazes sharpened. Meng Tianzheng was clearly one such being.
“We are all Supreme Beings. We are not weak—we, too, have surpassed limits,” one said coldly.
Yet Meng Tianzheng answered with his fists, each strike like a hundred suns in motion, shaking the heavens.
“NO!”
Han Ming screamed. No one understood the horror of this blow better than he. It was as if an ancient emperor had descended to annihilate all.
But the immortal artifacts sealed the battlefield. Even Han Ming could not break free.
They had sought to trap Meng Tianzheng, but now the trap ensnared Han Ming instead.
BOOM!
As the Great Elder’s fist descended, Han Ming roared, the others striking in vain.
This punch carried the essence of the Great Dao, permeating the war realm, obliterating all—including the spirit!
For this strike channeled the power of the gates within Meng Tianzheng’s body, unleashing a torrent of cleansing light to extinguish life.
*Using the body as a seed*—this path unleashed an extraordinary force, now fully unleashed.
“This path… is truly terrifying!” a Supreme Being muttered, his gaze icy as a blade.
Meng Tianzheng had nearly perished on this path, never completing it—yet he had grasped an unparalleled power.
None had known—until today.
Now, he had revealed it, shaking the foreign Supreme Beings to their core.
BOOM!
Han Ming despaired. Even his peers could not save him. Meng Tianzheng had locked onto him from the start, never relenting.
Now, with his ultimate technique unleashed, the outcome was inevitable.
CRACK!
Han Ming’s spirit shattered into motes of light, then dimmed into nothingness.
True death.
In the process, the Great Elder endured three more devastating blows—yet he did not falter.
BOOM!
The last glimmer of Han Ming’s spirit vanished. His blood rain ignited, turning to ash.
“AHHH—!”
One final roar.
Supreme Being Han Ming had fallen.
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