Yearning for battle, craving defeat!
What kind of mentality is this? Perhaps there truly exists a being who, from the moment of birth, has surged forward triumphantly, sweeping aside all challengers under heaven.
Until one day, he ascends to the pinnacle, standing above all, looking down upon Immortal Kings and scorning the undying. At this level, perhaps he genuinely longs for a defeat.
Because he has never experienced it—after achieving invincibility, the world to him is but silence, a path walked in solitude.
At that level, he can no longer find beings capable of conversing with him. The gap between them is too vast. In a sense, he might as well be considered a different “species.”
The master of the Dark Heavenly Court—perhaps even Shi Hao does not believe this being is merely arrogant. It might simply be the loneliness of invincibility.
At the same time, he harbors a deeper suspicion: perhaps it is because a being has stood at the peak for too long that his mentality and thoughts have undergone a transformation.
Shi Hao even speculates that the Dark Calamity, the greatest scourge since ancient times, might have been caused by the mutation of ultimate powerhouses—such as the Quasi-Immortal Emperor before him.
“Kill!”
Regardless, this battle is inevitable. Seals of law continuously manifest between the two, capable of instantly sealing the heavens and annihilating all living beings.
If they were to unleash their full slaughter, not a single soul in a great world would survive—utterly exterminated. The disparity in their power is beyond measure.
This is a battle of Quasi-Immortal Emperors!
A clash between Quasi-Immortal Emperors—who has ever witnessed such a thing? At the very least, in the Immortal Domain, the Foreign Land, or the Boundary Sea, no living being has ever seen it.
Even Immortal Kings cannot glimpse it—they can only imagine.
Now, the River of Time surges violently, eras crushed mercilessly. This place is in chaos. Their avatars, their law bodies, traverse the river of time, locked in fierce combat.
At this level, their unimaginable divine abilities surpass even the comprehension of Immortal Kings. They can even battle in realms beyond this era.
The condition? They must not interfere with events beyond their own time—otherwise, the karmic consequences would be too great.
To be precise, they possess the power to act in those temporal spaces. But if they truly make that choice, they might vanish into nothingness, erased from eternity.
No being can act without restraint. There are always forces that can balance them—especially for those at the absolute peak. Even if one is a true Emperor, recklessness will bring dire consequences.
Otherwise, would the past, present, and future not be mere playthings in their hands? What meaning would existence hold then?
**Boom!**
They dare not defy the great karmic laws, nor can they bear the consequences. But that does not mean their combat prowess is lacking. The battle between them now is terrifying beyond measure.
**Roar!**
Though the gray-haired man’s body is withered, his aura towers to the heavens, his invincible might undeniable. His golden pupils blaze as he roars, causing the Dark Land to crack and sink for millions of miles.
Even the starry seas, shrouded in dense dark matter, explode into nothingness.
Yet, at this level, life and death—whether of enemies or all things—are but a thought away. With a flick of his sleeve, the shattered cosmos mends itself, restoring its original state.
The gray-haired man’s weapon clashes fiercely with Shi Hao’s immortal sword and law cauldron, locked in brutal combat.
And this is only the beginning—blood has already been spilled!
**Splat!**
A single drop of blood falls, severing the River of Time. For an instant, all is frozen.
Only two figures remain, entangled in battle, their conflict escalating beyond reason. Even an Immortal King would pale at the sight—this defies all logic.
**Bang!**
Their palms collide, unleashing waves of power that ripple outward, shaking the Dark Realm.
**Crack!**
This time, the universe is torn asunder. The ripples from their clash split the heavens, unleashing unimaginable shockwaves.
The ripples surge outward, cleaving through the great rift.
**Rumble!**
Chaos is split apart—light rises, darkness sinks, and glowing particles flicker into existence.
Were anyone present, they would be awestruck!
With a single casual strike, these two powerhouses have birthed a new world!
The ripples spread along the rift, creating heaven and earth, severing chaos. The sky emerges, the land solidifies, and stars blaze into being.
Who could have imagined? The mere fluctuations of their battle could forge entire realms.
Such is the power of Quasi-Immortal Emperors!
Their weapons have separated from them, colliding in the chaos, battling within the nascent universe.
**Boom!**
From Shi Hao’s body, a radiant soul-light erupts, forming a figure that descends with an emperor’s might, cleaving downward!
This strike is terrifying—it halts time, freezes the River of Time, and locks all things in place, targeting the gray-haired powerhouse.
“Using frozen time to kill me? Far from enough,” the gray-haired man sneers.
His brow also glows, revealing a majestic figure—his soul-light, the image of his former glory, different from his current form.
“Kill!”
The two soul-lights collide, causing the River of Time to surge violently, as if about to change course!
Then, the two soul-lights race downstream along the river, locked in fierce combat, vanishing into an unknown era—yet they remain transcendent, never stepping into the river itself.
Even so, it is a sight to shake the ages.
**Roar!**
The gray-haired man howls, a colossal shadow rising behind him—a monstrous beast that lunges to devour Shi Hao, dragging him into the abyss of time.
There, scenes of the distant past unfold—the opening of burial grounds, the birth of the Foreign Land, the dawn of creation. The visions are horrifying.
Shi Hao’s heart chills. This man is indeed formidable—he has traced time to its furthest reaches, unraveling the secrets of the cosmos.
“Kill!”
Shi Hao bellows. From his chest—the Dao Palace he forged—a voice seems to chant from the past, now manifesting.
A tiny figure sits upon a blossom of the Great Dao, inhaling all petals, as if alive in antiquity. It swings a fist, smashing toward the monstrous shadow.
The two engage in a bloody battle, locked in fierce combat.
The figure from Shi Hao’s chest and the monstrous shadow tumble to the banks of the River of Time, racing backward toward the ancient past.
Meanwhile, their true bodies clash violently in the present.
Blood spills, the scene horrifying. When Emperors battle, life and death hang in the balance. Even if their strength is matched, the stakes are perilous.
**Roar!**
The gray-haired man shrieks, a pair of enormous rotting wings unfurling behind him. With a single flap, laws surge, enveloping Shi Hao.
It is bizarre—a Quasi-Immortal Emperor’s wings should not decay.
Yet in the next moment, Shi Hao understands. A wave of annihilation engulfs him, seeking to erase him from existence.
This is the Law of Destruction!
**Boom!**
Shi Hao’s body blazes, his essence blood surging. Silver-white dragons of light erupt from his mouth and nose, coiling around him in dazzling brilliance.
In an instant, towering trees root in the void, immortal grasses flourish, and divine herbs bloom—radiant, fragrant, brimming with life.
This is the Art of Creation!
Against the Law of Destruction, he wields the power of life, endless vitality soaring to the heavens.
How can he resist the erosion of darkness? Because his own blood boils with life-force, so potent it births worlds, manifesting the supreme Dao.
**Boom!**
The next moment, blinding light erupts between them, as if dispelling the darkness itself. The world flickers with radiance.
Yet soon, oppression returns. Gray mist swirls, destruction boils. Shi Hao’s right palm reshapes creation, melting all things, reversing the enemy’s power—only for his own hand to wither, exuding death. He too wields the Law of Destruction.
The combined force of both strikes hammers the gray-haired man.
**Thud!**
The universe splits. The gray-haired man tears through the cosmos, entering the sea of chaos, unleashing endless destruction—forging a world of death.
Such is a Quasi-Immortal Emperor—a single thought births or annihilates realms, shaking the past, present, and future.
**Kill!**
They battle from the heavens to the earth, from the earth into the primal elements, creating worlds, shaping existence.
**Thud!**
In the future River of Time, dreadful light erupts—soul-light blazing.
**Boom!**
On the banks of the past River of Time, blood flickers—awe-inspiring power surges, an indomitable will spreads.
In the present, their true bodies fight savagely, blood spraying, limbs severed—only to heal and clash again.
The sight is terrifying. Even an Immortal King would shudder, their soul trembling uncontrollably.
For battles of this level are beyond horrifying.
In the past, in the future—their figures wage war. Yet they remain aloft, never interfering with those eras.
Perhaps none will ever know the horrors their time faced.
Yet some temporal nodes remain beyond their reach—linked to their life’s trajectory, impossible to alter.
At least, as Quasi-Immortal Emperors, they dare not venture recklessly.
“You are named ‘Huang’—how pitiful, how tragic. You sacrificed so much, only to stain the heavens with blood in the end. Heh!”
The gray-haired Emperor sneers. His law body exists not only in the present but across different eras of time.
“At our level, you still believe a glimpse of the future is truth? Ridiculous! It is but one illusion among countless possibilities,” Shi Hao retorts coldly.
His resolve is unshaken. “Where a Quasi-Immortal Emperor treads, all is possible—and all is impossible. Those who scheme across time shall themselves become nothing!”
The stronger the power, the greater the karma!
“Hmm?”
Shi Hao turns, sensing something. He gazes downstream along the River of Time—where several extraordinary beings seem to rise, dazzling and radiant.
Then he sees them—figures striding against time, approaching this Dark Land, seeking to descend!
There too, beings are locked in battle!
One rides a great cauldron, another is clad in snow-white robes, a third suspends a massive bell above his head…
**Hiss!**
Even the gray-haired man draws a sharp breath!
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