The sword embryo blazed with radiance, its sharp aura tearing through the endless heavens of antiquity. Its power was supreme—giving birth to all things, extinguishing them, raising them to glory, and casting them into ruin. It spanned the river of time itself!
At this moment, the majesty of an Immortal Emperor erupted, vast and unfathomable.
Realms were born, worlds crumbled.
The scene was one of cosmic upheaval—the splitting of heaven and earth, the collapse of creation itself—like waves in the boundless sea of existence, endlessly surging and receding. It was too immense, too surreal.
Its might was unparalleled, unprecedented, truly affecting all things, all beings, all realms.
Had this happened a hundred thousand years ago, Shi Hao would have had no chance to evade. It was too sudden, too terrifying—utterly unpredictable. Who could have imagined that the Great Luo Sword Embryo, silent for countless eons, would suddenly unleash the might of an Immortal Emperor?
But now, after multiple metamorphoses, he had once stepped into the domain of an Immortal Emperor. Though he had since retreated, his strength was undeniably greater.
Thus, in that very instant, his figure dissolved into a rain of light, vanishing from his original position.
Shi Hao’s Dao techniques were peerless, his combat prowess shaking heaven and earth. He evaded, flickering through the void, striding amidst the birth and destruction of worlds, standing at the edge of existence.
Yet, in the next moment, his hair stood on end—the sword embryo seemed never to have left. It was right before him, closer now, its icy edge nearly grazing his flesh.
In truth, he realized—he was still standing in the same place. It was eerie!
*Splat!*
Blood splattered—his true essence.
The blade had not yet struck, but the supreme sword intent of the Immortal Emperor had already pierced through, wounding his body.
**”Boom!”**
Shi Hao erupted with boundless radiance, vanishing once more, shattering the void to glimpse eternity. He escaped, reappearing at the edge of the cosmos.
Yet, in the next breath, his skin prickled with dread—the sword embryo was still before him, even closer now, pressing against his flesh.
His pupils contracted. This time, he saw clearly—he was still in the same place, returned to his original position.
This was unnatural, deeply wrong. Hadn’t he just fled to the edge of the universe?
Just like before, he had escaped to the horizon, only to find himself back at the starting point, frozen in the moment before his departure.
*Splat!*
A gash split Shi Hao’s body, nearly cleaving him in two. Blood sprayed.
With a furious roar, he struggled free, ascending once more, fleeing into the distance.
Shi Hao realized—this was the domain of an Immortal Emperor, reversing time, trapping him in this frozen moment. He could not escape this point.
No matter how invincible he was, no matter how far he fled, he would always be dragged back—to face this fatal strike.
**”No law, no heaven, no restraint!”**
Shi Hao bellowed, his body igniting, chains of order surging skyward as he sought to shatter eternity and escape this prison of law.
**”Die!”**
Yet from the depths of the Ultimate Ancient Land, the skeletal figure suddenly sat upright, hair bristling, eyes icy to the extreme before erupting with blinding radiance.
He had unleashed his ultimate killing intent—for he sensed a threat. On this young man’s body, the aura of an “Emperor” had emerged!
It was terrifying. A latecomer had truly touched this realm, poised to ascend as an Emperor, reigning supreme over the mortal world.
The corpse activated a forbidden secret art!
He feared that if he did not act now, it would be too late. He worried he might fail to kill this upstart.
*Thud!*
Shi Hao coughed blood, his entire body convulsing as if struck by lightning. A sudden weakness overcame him, as though his very existence was fading.
Why?
Then, his gaze pierced through time, witnessing a scene from the upper reaches of the river of time—a skeletal hand stretching forth, unleashing boundless dark power, suppressing a young man across countless starfields.
That young man was him!
**”What?!”**
Shi Hao was stunned. Someone was traversing the river of time, reversing history, making war in the past.
Who dared alter history? Who could bear such dire and dreadful consequences?
That corpse dared. He had tampered with time, targeting Shi Hao for absolute annihilation—to erase his past self and obliterate his existence.
In truth, the consequences of such an act were unpredictable. The most terrifying possibility was that the entire ancient history would be rewritten, the future irrevocably altered.
Everything would change!
Perhaps the very meaning of existence would vanish, as though the world had been overturned and remade.
Yet the corpse acted regardless—decisive, domineering, striking at Shi Hao’s younger self to erase him utterly.
At the same time, Shi Hao saw that the Immortal Emperor seemed to hesitate at the last moment, refraining from direct action. Instead, he influenced time, descending upon the ancient frontier fortress, compelling An Lan to battle.
But did this matter? It was still altering history!
Shi Hao did not know if the corpse’s actions could circumvent some greater retribution.
**”Roar!”**
He howled at the heavens, mad with fury.
No longer evading, he charged toward the sword embryo, roaring:
**”Incarnation of Freedom, Incarnation of Eternity!”**
At this moment, his aura was terrifying, his majesty suppressing all realms as he stood once more in the domain of an Immortal Emperor, shaking the skeletal figure in the depths of the Ultimate Ancient Land.
*Splat!*
Yet, he could not withstand this strike. Blood sprayed as the Great Luo Sword Embryo split him in two.
**”I was slain by the sword at my side—the ancient blade that fought alongside me for years, forged from mere remnants of legend…”**
Cleaved apart, Shi Hao could not reform. The Emperor’s sword was peerless, annihilating all life, erasing all worlds—its power absolute.
**”They were indeed remnants, but remnants of an Emperor’s blade!”**
The skeletal figure in the Ultimate Ancient Land spoke coldly.
Now, the Great Luo Sword Embryo cracked.
Fragments peeled away, revealing a dull, gray coffin within!
The rumors were true—the true material had been forged into a coffin, the remnants into the sword embryo.
And that coffin had been hidden within the sword all along.
**”I forged the sword, but the coffin has existed since antiquity. Facing it, what you see becomes your fate. I once saw myself as a corpse, chained here—and so it came to pass. And you? Did you see yourself dying here?”**
The skeletal figure posed this shocking revelation.
The coffin was ancient, the sword its remnant—forged by him.
Facing the coffin, he had witnessed an omen that became his end.
Hearing this, Shi Hao was shaken. When he had wielded the sword, what had he seen? Divine rain above, an ancient coffin below, carrying a being amidst rivers of blood…
**”It ends now. No matter what you saw, you will die beneath an Immortal Emperor’s strike!”** the corpse roared.
With a thunderous crash, the small coffin opened, releasing a mutilated upper body—bloodied, missing an arm, half a skull, one eye.
This was the corpse’s purified flesh, once separated like his soul imprint—sealed within this coffin.
Now, this broken body emerged.
And Shi Hao, cleaved by the sword, torn by the Emperor’s aura, unable to reform, faced this devastating strike.
*Splat!*
Shi Hao was utterly obliterated—his body shattered, exploding into countless bloody fragments that pierced through reality itself.
**”Boom!”**
Blinding radiance erupted. Even a Quasi-Immortal Emperor would have been annihilated in this storm.
Shi Hao had become a rain of blood, his bones gone, his existence erased.
**”Who can withstand the strike of an Immortal Emperor?”** the corpse said coldly.
Yet in his eyes, golden light flickered—his soul imprint resurfacing: **”Back then, my Dao was unstable. I fell before becoming a true Immortal Emperor.”**
**”You were one. And now, you will stabilize. My body is whole, my soul imprint restored!”** the corpse retorted.
**”But is the ‘you’ of now still you? Am I still me?”** the soul imprint murmured.
**”Hmm? Some variables, but they matter not. It is over.”** The corpse, black as ink, gazed through time, piercing the ages.
He saw a scene from the ancient frontier fortress—a drop of blood merging with Shi Hao, allowing him to battle An Lan without falling.
This puzzled him, but he dismissed it. After all, he had just slain the upstart with his own hands.
**”Something is amiss…”**
As a supreme being in the Immortal Emperor’s domain, he soon began to deduce, to ponder.
His brow furrowed—the upstart had blurred from existence. All traces of him were obscured, untraceable.
Even his weakest past self could no longer be perceived.
**”Did my attempt to alter time, though unsuccessful, still incur backlash? Has the power of karma shielded him from me?”**
**”Where is his blood? Why can I no longer sense it? Has it all turned to ash?”**
His eyes darkened. Shi Hao’s body had become a rain of light, burning away into nothingness. Yet he should have been able to summon it back.
Now, it was all beyond reach.
**”The force of karma opposes me, seeking retribution? I fear nothing!”** he declared coldly.
Countless drops of light scattered across the void, piercing through reality, merging into the river of time—each in a different era.
Shi Hao knew the consequences. All was clear in his heart.
When he realized the corpse’s madness—to reverse time and slay his younger self—he was stunned. He faced a deranged lunatic.
Such an act would overturn existence, rewriting everything—erasing all that had been.
He did not know if the weight of karma could stop the corpse.
But relying on fate was futile. Only he could change his own destiny. So, in that moment, he acted.
And in that moment, he stood once more in the Immortal Emperor’s domain—if only briefly.
Then, he unleashed **”Incarnation of Freedom, Incarnation of Eternity”**—the supreme, ultimate secret art, surpassing all before.
A forbidden technique of the Immortal Emperor’s level.
Alas, his time in that domain was fleeting. After resisting the corpse’s strike, he was spent.
He could only let the Great Luo Sword Embryo shatter him, scattering his essence across the river of time. Drifting through the ages, he sought to alter the events at the frontier fortress.
But now, he was lost.
He had exceeded his limits, and the Immortal Emperor’s blow had shattered him.
**”Why can’t I deduce him? It’s as if he doesn’t belong to this history, untraceable. Even his ashes should be findable.”**
In the Ultimate Ancient Land, the corpse muttered, his malice palpable, his killing intent shaking eternity.
Drops of blood—some remnants, some essence, some the most precious heart’s blood—now flowed through time.
In the Age of Fallen Emperors, a Shi Hao emerged—a drop of blood with its own will. He pondered, wandered, took form.
Yet he did not belong, unable to merge with this world.
In the end, he sat cross-legged beyond existence, silently watching, fragments of memory guiding his cultivation.
Likewise, across all eras, similar drops of blood—some essence, some remnants—awakened, each following a similar path.
Even in the future downstream of time!
But there, the blood was barred from flowing further—blocked by an immense force of karma.
The most precious drop of essence, in the Age of Fallen Emperors, slowly awakened. He realized—he was cultivating the **”Incarnation of Freedom, Incarnation of Eternity”**, stranded in this era by chance.
**”Incarnation of Freedom, Incarnation of Eternity!”**
Drifting through time, he traversed the ancient Immortal Era, the distant future, even the frontier fortress.
Yet his memories remained fragmented, still lost.
He only knew—his true self had created a peerless Emperor’s technique. He was now its embodiment.
In the Ultimate Ancient Land, black mist surged, spreading endlessly.
The corpse’s eyes grew hollow as he deduced, then suddenly shuddered, his voice icy:
**”I tampered with time. Though I failed to alter history, I touched its fabric. Perhaps some unknown karma has unfolded.”**
As an Immortal Emperor, his insight was profound. He sensed something amiss.
**”I didn’t change history, but I nearly changed his fate. The resonance of karma and time may have altered him.”**
**”Has he created a supreme Emperor’s technique, now standing at my level, shielded from my perception?”**
**”No. Apart from me, who else could stand as an Immortal Emperor?!”**
The corpse’s expression darkened, his eyes blazing with killing intent.
Shi Hao remained lost, unable to awaken.
In every era, his blood existed—transcendent, isolated, silently cultivating in solitude.
As though eons had passed, or no time at all—change finally came.
In the present world, the Other Shore.
A drop of blood took form, standing amidst mountains.
He did not belong here, unnoticed by all.
Two women approached, their dwelling nearby.
**”The Heavenly Emperor has been gone for over a hundred thousand years. What became of him?”**
**”What lies beyond the Sea of Annihilation?”**
Their words stirred something in the blood-formed Shi Hao—a flicker of memory.
**”Sister Mo Xian, do you think the Heavenly Emperor is well?”** one asked reverently.
**”I believe he will return,”** Mo Xian replied.
**”He saved me on Enlightenment Mountain long ago. I’ve never repaid him. Though I’ve grown strong, I’ll never catch up. Now, I can only watch from afar.”**
*Boom!*
To the blood-formed Shi Hao, it was as though thunder had struck his soul.
He remembered—countless years ago, on Enlightenment Mountain, he had fought for divine tea leaves and saved a young girl, entrusting her to Mo Xian.
**”Yes. I am Huang. I am Shi Hao. I am the Heavenly Emperor!”**
Awakening came in an instant.
**”Incarnation of Freedom, Incarnation of Eternity”**—this technique had reached its zenith.
Across the river of time, drops of blood converged.
With a world-shaking roar, all realms trembled. Beings in every era looked up in confusion, seeing nothing.
*Boom!*
Beyond the Ultimate Ancient Land, countless drops of blood reunited—as though never parted.
The aura of an Immortal Emperor surged, vast and unyielding.
This was the result of tempering across countless eras, baptized by time itself!
**”Incarnation of Freedom, Incarnation of Eternity”**—Shi Hao had perfected this peerless Emperor’s technique!
**”You live, but what of it? Before me, you will still die. Who can oppose me?!”** the corpse roared.
Shi Hao stood reborn, his majesty boundless, his gaze piercing as he coldly declared:
**”Who dares claim invincibility? Who dares speak of being undefeated?!”**
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