To annihilate every cultivator, the Abyssal Sea Master merely needed to take one step at a time, eliminating them effortlessly. There was no need for him to unleash his full speed—he moved as if strolling through a leisurely garden.
A towering giant, eight thousand miles tall, walked casually, appearing slow yet distorting time itself. In the blink of an eye, he had already crushed over a hundred cultivators beneath his feet.
“Whoosh.” Those fleeing behind him were trampled one after another. To the Abyssal Sea Master, they were so insignificant that he didn’t even bother using any techniques—simply stepping on them sufficed.
“I can’t escape.”
The Northern River Divine Emperor understood this well.
“I, Northern River, struggled to survive in the Heart Realm Continent when I was weak. Only after gaining strength did I return to the Broken Tooth Mountain Range. I rose swiftly, becoming the strongest among the Divine Emperors of the Broken Tooth Mountain Range—so formidable that even the Five Supreme Rulers dared not slight me.”
“To enter the forbidden Snake Fang Corridor, I seized the Thousand-Eyed Water Pearl directly from Ying Shan Xueying.”
“I observed the Snake Fang Corridor, then charged straight into that great stone, risking everything.”
“The Thunderbolt World! The Sacred Cultivation Realm!”
“Must I stop here?”
“Unwilling… truly unwilling.” The Northern River Divine Emperor murmured silently. Had he sought power or pleasure, he would never have turned against Dongbo Xueying in the first place.
The Northern River Divine Emperor pursued only the pinnacle of the cultivation path—to become a Supreme Ruler, to break free from the cage and ascend as a Hunyuan lifeform!
On this path, he charged forward without hesitation, willing to stake his life to carve out the way ahead.
But today… this path would finally come to an end. Because his life was about to cease.
“At the very least, my life has been extraordinary. Among the countless clansmen of the Broken Tooth Mountain Range, how many have become Supreme Rulers? How many have witnessed high-level Hunyuan lifeforms, let alone world-class ones?” As the colossal foot descended from the heavens, countless scenes flashed through the Northern River Divine Emperor’s mind—his days of cautious survival in the Heart Realm Continent, his relentless cultivation, step-by-step ascension, battles, schemes…
The foot fell! Reflected in the Northern River Divine Emperor’s eyes, a faint smile curled at the corners of his lips.
**Boom!**
The Northern River Divine Emperor turned to dust, vanishing from the world.
From this moment on, the Northern River Divine Emperor had perished—no longer would this cultivator exist.
…
The death of the Northern River Divine Emperor was utterly unremarkable at this moment, for under the Abyssal Sea Master’s leisurely stroll, cultivators fell one after another. Though he had been a dazzling genius in the Broken Tooth Mountain Range, here, he was merely ordinary.
Only Dongbo Xueying, running ahead, kept watch on the Abyssal Sea Master behind him—and thus noticed the Northern River Divine Emperor’s fate.
Unlike him, the Northern River Divine Emperor had no clones.
“Just like that… he’s gone?” Dongbo Xueying sighed inwardly.
“He may have been ruthless and unscrupulous, but his dedication to cultivation was unwavering.” Dongbo Xueying felt a pang of sorrow, but he quickly dismissed the thought—too many cultivators had fallen, many of whom he had known in the Sacred Cultivation Realm.
…
In the span of a single breath, the Abyssal Sea Master had crushed over a thousand cultivators. Though his steps seemed unhurried, the rate of deaths was staggering. At this pace, the remaining twenty thousand cultivators wouldn’t last much longer.
On Dongbo Xueying’s path, ordinary Perfected Divine Emperors had nearly all perished, leaving only a dozen or so with exceptional speed and a few top-tier experts still fleeing.
“My turn?” Emperor Qian Que turned his head, even stopping in his tracks.
“If I can break through with sheer force, I’ll reach the level of a Lord instantly. A suppressed world-class Hunyuan lifeform would then pose no threat.” Emperor Qian Que’s eyes burned with terrifying intensity. His lifelong pursuit, his obsession cultivated over countless years, flared in the face of death. He would stake everything on this final gamble.
Break through—or die.
The odds of success might be less than one in a hundred million, but he had to try.
The foot descended.
Emperor Qian Que stared, unblinking.
**Boom.**
Emperor Qian Que—perished.
“Brother Qian Que…” Emperor Tian Chun, fleeing in another direction, watched in anguish.
“Brother Qian Que has fallen too.”
“Another one gone.”
In terms of influence and reputation, Emperor Qian Que far surpassed the Northern River Divine Emperor. His death cast a pall of sorrow over many cultivators. They lamented his demise, yet they knew their own turns would come soon.
…
**Boom! Boom! Boom!**
On Dongbo Xueying’s path, those being trampled now were either Perfected Divine Emperors with extraordinary speed or renowned top-tier experts.
None could resist. None could defy fate.
Why were miracles called miracles? Because they were nearly impossible.
Cultivation… was ultimately about accumulation. Without sufficient foundation, even in the face of death, a breakthrough was nothing but delusion. Those who managed to break through at death’s door had already been on the verge—only the final step remained.
“Having walked this path, I regret nothing! Nothing!” Deputy City Lord Xun Yi laughed heartily as the towering Abyssal Sea Master’s foot descended upon him.
Xun Yi, deputy lord of Tianwu City, was a Dao-comprehender of the Void Path. His mastery of the Void Dao surpassed even Dongbo Xueying’s, though in pure speed, he was slightly slower. Dongbo Xueying had only achieved his blistering pace after comprehending the “Droplet Art” from the corpse of the Silent Ice Mountain Master.
In terms of speed alone, even among the three city lords of Chiyun City, several were faster than their leaders.
Each had their own specialization.
**Boom.**
The foot crushed down.
Xun Yi laughed, layers of void manifesting around him as he attempted one final technique—yet all was obliterated.
He was the first deputy city lord among the five cities to fall.
…
**Boom! Boom! Boom!**
After Deputy City Lord Xun Yi’s death, other experts fell in quick succession, deepening the sorrow of those still fleeing.
“It’s Emperor Flying Snow.”
“Will Emperor Flying Snow die too?”
Though fleeing in different directions, all cultivators kept their eyes on the Abyssal Sea Master. On Dongbo Xueying’s path, the monstrous being had nearly caught up to him—and Dongbo Xueying was the second fastest there.
Emperor Flying Snow’s fame and influence were even greater!
His achievements in the soul arts had earned the admiration of cultivators across all five cities of the Sacred Cultivation Realm. The soul was the foundation of life—to reach such heights in this domain was nothing short of miraculous. In the past half-month, Emperor Flying Snow had undoubtedly been the most dazzling figure in the entire Sacred Cultivation Realm.
Many from the other four cities had envied Chiyun City for having him.
“And now… he’ll be crushed too?”
“Alas, no matter how talented, death comes for all. Before absolute power, all resistance is a joke.”
Countless eyes watched.
Fengyun Yiye, Xie Fan, Wu Xiao, Emperor Jie Tian, and other experts from all five cities bore witness to the scene.
Dongbo Xueying finally stopped running.
He turned to face the colossal Abyssal Sea Master, whose ankle alone reached the clouds. **Boom! Boom! Boom!** Three more top-tier experts in the distance were obliterated. Then, in Dongbo Xueying’s vision, the descending foot blotted out the sky, casting the world into darkness.
At this moment, Dongbo Xueying felt no sorrow for himself—this was merely a clone.
But standing here, on this path of escape, over a thousand cultivators had already been crushed beneath that foot. From the ordinary like the Northern River Divine Emperor to the elite like Emperor Qian Que, and even those at the level of city lords like Xun Yi—though their strengths varied, each had been a genius in their own right.
They came from different worlds, with different pasts, yet all shared the same unwavering devotion to the Dao.
They yearned, they pursued—to break free from the cage and ascend as Hunyuan lifeforms.
Having chosen this path…
They had all been prepared to die.
*To hear the Dao in the morning, and die content by evening.*
They could face death with tranquility, even laughter.
“Born, then gone—yet they walked this path willingly, without regret!” Dongbo Xueying gazed upward as the foot descended, meeting his fate with serenity.
Sometimes, against absolute power, resistance was futile.
But one could still choose how to face it.
“Even the weakest ant, in its own heart, can be invincible.”
“Freedom.”
“Freedom.”
Dongbo Xueying’s eyes shone with an unprecedented brilliance.
**Boom!**
The foot landed.
Dongbo Xueying turned to dust.
At this moment, countless cultivators who had been watching the Abyssal Sea Master sighed. Even a genius like “Emperor Flying Snow” had fallen.
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