parentshiftbook Chapter 358 Reigning Supreme, Slaying Gods, and the Emperor's Demise
Chapter 358 Reigning Supreme, Slaying Gods, and the Emperor's Demise
Chapter 358 Reigning Supreme, Slaying Gods, and the Emperor's Demise
The golden scales shattered with a deafening crash, and the four gods were severely injured and on the verge of falling into slumber. However, Li Xijun's aura continued to rise endlessly under the infusion of the willpower of countless beings. The new fist seal he formed exuded a destructive Dao charm that made even gods tremble.
At this moment, the seven Western gods, no matter where they were, suddenly felt a chilling, bone-deep, and primal sense of alarm.
"Something's wrong! Something's completely wrong!"
The god of storms and the sea felt the wailing of his own divine power, and looking at Li Xijun's figure, who seemed to hold the fate of humanity in his hands, his eyes were filled with indescribable fear. "His power system—it doesn't belong to this world at all. That fist technique—the artistic conception and level contained in that fist technique are completely beyond our understanding."
"It is a higher level of power, a legacy from beyond this world!" The God of War's voice was hoarse.
His prized authority over war seemed so insignificant and laughable before Li Xijun's imperial fist that "established the dynasty," like an ant trying to stop a chariot in the face of a magnificent trend that would unify the world.
The Earth Mother remained silent, but the heavy earth vein power flowing around her trembled slightly. It was an absolute suppression of power, the instinctive tremor of an ant facing the heavens.
And none understands this better than the god of steam and machinery.
His inner panic had transformed into endless jealousy and resentment, burning his very soul like poisonous flames: "Why, why is it that, as a fellow transmigrator, his cheat ability is so heaven-defying?!"
"That fist technique—that's definitely a skill far exceeding the limits of this realm. Is it a celestial technique? A sacred art?"
"I refuse to accept this! Why am I not the one who has all of this?!"
He was almost driven mad; the potential and depth that Li Xijun had shown filled him with despair.
Meanwhile, the God of Light and Holy Spirit, and the Goddess of Night and Underworld, who had already set foot on the southeastern coast of the Eastern Continent, felt it most directly and profoundly.
When Li Xijun's gaze pierced through space and coldly locked onto them, the two supreme deities simultaneously felt a sense of dread!
In Li Xijun, they seemed to see the phantom of an ancient emperor who ruled over all people, educated civilization, and whose heaven and earth had to submit.
The will of the "Human Emperor" and the torrent of "humanity" have an innate sense of restraint and judgment for these "gods" who rely on faith and are to some extent detached from or even looking down on all living beings.
"This person—is definitely not a true dragon that this realm could nurture!"
The thought flashed through the mind of the God of Light, but along with it was a hint of retreat that even he himself was unwilling to admit.
For the first time, a violent fluctuation appeared in the eternally deep eyes of the Goddess of the Night, a fear of the unknown and the power beyond comprehension.
However, as they knew all too well, their escape route had long been cut off!
From the moment they decided to launch another war and set foot on this land, from the moment they brutally slaughtered the coastal creatures during their last East-West war, how they forced the Great Sheng Emperor to the brink of death, how they caused the fall of the three founders of the religions, turning this vast coastal region into scorched earth, leaving nine out of ten houses empty, and the wailing of wronged souls echoing across the land—
Between them and the Eastern Continent, with Li Xijun, and with the hundreds of millions of people of Dasheng, only a life-or-death struggle remains!
Seeking peace... a ceasefire... that's nothing but the wishful thinking of the weak, a clumsy joke that even they themselves wouldn't believe.
The blood feud of Dasheng must be washed away with blood!
Li Xijun's grand ambition to open the path of humanity would never tolerate these gods who regard the common people as straw dogs!
"There is no other choice—" the God of Light uttered a divine utterance that seemed to come from an ancient sigh.
The holy light that had been purifying everything around him began to twist and boil violently, its radiance becoming dazzling and ferocious, like liquid flames burning.
His form began to distort, his sacred outline blurred, and he vaguely transformed into a giant beast of light composed of pure light and fire, with countless blazing white wings and eyes burning with flames of judgment and destruction!
"The only way is to fight to the death!" The voice of the Goddess of Night was icy cold.
The darkness around her seemed to writhe and expand like a living thing.
That perfect goddess form quickly crumbled, revealing a more ancient and terrifying essence.
Its body merged into the shadows, transforming into a jet-black creature covered in scales that seemed to absorb all light.
An eight-legged underworld wolf with countless twisted limbs and pale compound eyes, exuding an aura of death and ultimate silence!
The two supreme deities have finally torn away the sacred veil they usually maintain, revealing their inhuman, twisted mythical creature forms deeply influenced by their mad nature!
"In the name of our God!"
"Burn the flames of faith in this battle!"
The colossal beast of light and the demonic wolf of the underworld simultaneously unleashed soul-shaking roars. They held nothing back any longer, frantically absorbing the power erupting from the desperate Western Continent allied forces below.
A powerful will, a mixture of fear, fervor, and despair, recklessly burns its own divine source.
The "Ultimate Judgment," so dazzling it could instantly incinerate the earth, and the "Eternal Night's Demise," so profound it seemed capable of devouring all souls—two ultimate divine arts imbued with the lifelong cultivation and unwavering will of two supreme deities—torn apart space like a destructive torrent, merging and intertwining into a terrifying pillar of light, a tangled mix of gray and black, seemingly capable of ending civilization and returning all things to chaos. It traversed thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and hurtled towards the dragon shadow with its clenched fist above the Forbidden City!
This is the gods' desperate struggle, and also the final counterattack of the old laws against the rising humanity!
In response to the destructive pillar of light that fused light and darkness, seemingly poised to end civilization, Li Xijun's clenched fist suddenly emitted a radiance more dazzling than the sun and more vast than the Milky Way.
Emperor's Dragon Fist, Second Form: Reign Supreme!
As he uttered the name of this fist technique, a dharma image of the Great Emperor Fuxi, dressed in an ancient imperial robe and surrounded by the innate Bagua and the illusory image of the Hetu, suddenly appeared behind him.
This Dharma image stands tall and majestic, its majesty seemingly transcending eternity, holding sway over the rise and fall of humanity, and defining the boundaries of civilization and etiquette.
The moment the Dharma form appeared, under the blessing of the White Dragon King's [power] and the immense power of the wishes of all living beings, an unparalleled divine might that ruled over the eight wastelands and made all spirits submit enveloped the entire world!
All living beings who witnessed this Dharma image, whether they were commoners and warriors from the Eastern Continent or soldiers of the allied forces from the Western Continent, felt an irresistible awe from the depths of their souls and couldn't help but want to prostrate themselves in worship.
Even the raging angels and magic potion cultivators froze instantly, unable to move due to the invisible imperial pressure.
The first to be affected—the God of Light and Holy Spirit, and the Goddess of Night and Underworld—faced an unprecedented and devastating crisis, capable of annihilating their divine status, as if doused with ice water the instant the image of Emperor Fuxi appeared, instantly overwhelming their divine consciousness!
"Roar!" "Awooo!"
The two supreme deities roared with a mixture of fear and madness, burning their remaining divine power recklessly as they pushed the intertwined gray and black pillar of destruction to its limit, attempting to fight to the death.
"It's no use. The moment this Dharma appears in the world, the outcome is already predetermined."
Faced with this attack, Li Xijun remained calm, but his eyes were now filled with the vast and boundless aura of Fuxi's Dharma Image, which seemed to have seen through the ages and enlightened humanity. He was neither happy nor sad, like a great emperor who hung high above civilization, looking down on the struggle of the gods.
Sure enough, the pillar of destruction that had fused the life-long power of the two supreme gods suddenly slowed down when it approached within a hundred miles above Li Xijun, as if it had been trapped in an endless, extremely viscous amber.
The violent divine power contained within the pillar of light, under the shroud of that imperial aura, rapidly melted and disintegrated like ice and snow meeting the sun, and even space itself seemed to be suppressed by this supreme will.
In the end, the earth-shattering beam of light was like a work of art frozen in time, rushing and roaring in vain, unable to advance even an inch further.
"Reigning Supreme is the ultimate fist of humanity, bearing the weight of civilization and defining the order of the four directions."
Li Xijun's voice seemed to come from the distant ancient times, carrying a trace of a long sigh, "Where I stand is the boundary of humanity. You barbarian gods, even if you have the power to burn cities and the ability to shake the heavens, you will never be able to touch the pure land of the Divine Continent."
A sudden illusion arose in the minds of the God of Light and the Goddess of Night, making even their divine souls and authority tremble:
The image of Li Xijun before them was gradually merging with the image of Emperor Fuxi behind him, as if the ancient emperor who ruled humanity and defined the universe had crossed countless ages and descended to this world to give the final judgment to these "heretics"!
Escape! We must escape immediately!
The enormous warning signal made the two gods instantly abandon all thoughts of attack. They roared madly, trying to break free from the imperial pressure that solidified the space, twisting the laws around them, and trying to tear space apart and escape to the distant star sea.
"I told you, it's all too late."
Li Xijun sighed softly, and his right fist, which had been raised in sync with the Fuxi Dharma Image that had merged with the White Dragon King's [Power], slowly pushed forward.
To everyone's astonishment, the towering phantom of Emperor Fuxi, standing tens of thousands of feet tall, actually swung his right fist in sync with Li Xijun, as if the will of an ancient emperor had completely merged with the real Li Xijun, unleashing this earth-shattering strike together!
"Reign Supreme!"
Li Xijun shouted, and his right fist, though seemingly slow, seemed to be pushing the weight of the entire civilization as it crushed out.
"Boom—!"
What made everyone tremble was that the void in front of the incomparably tall Fuxi Dharma Image suddenly shattered, as if from the source of the long river of humanity, a magnificent fist aura formed by the infinite imperial dragon energy, the fire of civilization, and the power of the wishes of all living beings was drawn!
This fist energy is formless and intangible, yet it seems to contain supreme authority, establishing absolute dominion, and controlling all living beings.
The supreme realm of the domineering fist, whose supreme status is acknowledged by all forces, even the laws of heaven and earth!
The rise and fall of civilizations, the eternal stability of mountains and rivers, the passing down of the torch, and the eternal prosperity of humanity—the mysteries of the birth and death of the universe and the rotation of time and space seem to be condensed in this one punch!
"The world!"
The moment that punch was truly unleashed, the entire world seemed to be put on pause.
The surging waves froze in mid-air, the falling dust remained still, the wind stopped and the clouds stood still, and even the terrified expressions on the faces of the soldiers on the battlefield below, the flapping wings of the angels, and the elemental radiance drawn by the magic potion cultivators—all of these were completely frozen.
Centered on Li Xijun, within a radius of ten thousand miles, the flow of time seemed to be dominated by that supreme imperial will!
The colossal beast of light and the demonic wolf of the underworld, which had attempted to tear through space to escape, were forcibly squeezed out of the void, like insects in amber, their expressions of utter horror and despair forever frozen in the moment before their escape.
When the punch was thrown, Li Xijun's face turned pale instantly, and the flames of his burning willpower dimmed, but his eyes remained calm, reflecting only the two frozen divine figures.
"Destroy".
Li Xijun parted his lips slightly and uttered a single word.
The Fuxi Emperor's Dharma form, perfectly synchronized with his will, unleashed a magnificent fist aura that swept across the eight wastelands like a torrent of humanity, silently passing through the solidified space and enveloping the giant beast of light, the underworld demonic wolf, and the hundreds of thousands of Western Continent allied forces, magic potion cultivators, and angel legions behind them!
"Crack—Bang!"
After the fist flashed, the towering phantom of Emperor Fuxi seemed to have exhausted its power. Starting from the fist, then the arms, body, and head, it disintegrated inch by inch into countless points of light that shimmered with the brilliance of civilization, and disappeared into the world.
Li Xijun swayed slightly, a trickle of golden blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and the vast, ocean-like aura around him receded like the tide, making him noticeably weaker, but he still stood steadily in the void.
"Invoking the White Dragon King's [Power] and forcibly wielding the 'Ruling the World' power, which surpasses the divine power of this world, is still too much of a burden—" Li Xijun understood.
If it weren't for his status as a first-grade Golden Core cultivator, his perfect cultivation at the sixth level of the Outer Realm Dharma Aspect, his near-pure Yang Divine Soul at the second level of the Thunder Tribulation, and the support of the infinite willpower of the main world, he would have found it difficult to unleash an attack of this level.
"But that punch was worth it."
He looked at the area enveloped by the fist's intent, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
"What's wrong? That—that earth-shattering punch, and that's all the commotion?"
Countless people on both the eastern and western continents who had been watching the battle were finally "awakened" from that frozen spacetime and looked up in shock at the sky over the southeastern coast.
However, it was discovered that Li Xijun seemed to be losing breath, and blood was trickling from the corner of his mouth.
In the area covered by the fist's intent, the two gods and the Western Continent allied forces seemed frozen in time, yet it also seemed—
Unharmed?
"That punch just now froze time and space! His Majesty must have paid a huge price to unleash that earth-shattering punch. But—how could it have no effect?" Even a mature and prudent person like Wen Zhiyin was completely baffled at this moment.
"Could it be that His Majesty—" A sense of worry arose in the hearts of some people in the Eastern Continent.
"Hahaha! A bluff! He's at his last gasp!" Upon seeing this, the God of Storms couldn't help but burst into wild laughter, as if he had just escaped a calamity.
The god of war and the earth goddess breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Only the God of Steam and Machinery, whose core unease not only did not disappear, but instead rose to its peak!
As a transmigrator who had read all kinds of fantasy novels, he knew better than anyone that attacks involving status and rules often killed people without them even realizing it!
Sure enough, their relief and doubt lasted for less than a breath.
Under the utterly shocked gazes of everyone—
The colossal beast of light, frozen in mid-air and composed of pure light and fire, began to peel away inch by inch like weathered rock. With a crisp "crack," its soul became riddled with cracks, and finally, with a "bang," it completely turned into nothingness.
The ferocious and terrifying Netherworld wolf, however, was like a shadow cast into the blazing sun, unable even to howl. Its massive body began to rapidly vaporize from the edges, eventually returning to eternal nothingness along with its resentful soul.
Next came the angels; their wings turned to ashes, their sacred armor shattered like rotten wood, and their bodies disintegrated silently.
Then came the well-equipped soldiers of the Western Continent Allied Forces, and the various potion-wielding cultivators—
They were completely wiped out of the world as if by an invisible hand. The man and his armor, along with the land beneath their feet and the ships behind them, were all reduced to the finest dust by the aftershocks of that punch!
There was no explosion, no screams, no struggle.
Only silent and imperceptible annihilation!
Just one punch!
The gray and black pillars of light that had enveloped the southeastern coast disappeared, the two supreme gods disappeared, and hundreds of thousands of invaders from the western continent disappeared—as if they had never existed.
Only above the South China Sea, the ashes and dust, transformed from gods, angels, and armies, fell in abundance, like a gray snowfall, silently testifying to the terror of that punch.
With a single punch, gods fell, and legions were wiped out!
Now, on the land of the Great Sheng of the Eastern Continent, not a single powerful invader has been spared!
silence!
A deathly silence enveloped the entire eastern and western continents!
"No—impossible! The Goddess of Light—the Goddess of Night—they—they have fallen?!" The Storm God's scream was like a rooster being choked, filled with boundless fear and disbelief.
The God of War and the Earth Mother stood frozen in place, their divine bodies trembling uncontrollably. Their gazes toward Li Xijun were as if they were looking at a resurrected, creation-demon who held the power of life and death.
"It's over—it's all over—" The core of the God of Steam and Machinery was ice-cold, and all ambition, greed, and jealousy were completely crushed by boundless fear at this moment.
He finally understood that the difference between himself and Li Xijun was like a firefly compared to the bright moon, like an ant compared to a dragon.
He couldn't even muster the thought of taking advantage of the situation to attack or fight back, because he knew that in the face of such power, all struggles would be in vain!
In stark contrast, the Eastern Continent was filled with a volcanic eruption of ecstasy and jubilation.
"If Kou can go, so can I!" A human immortal martial artist who had just broken through his shackles shouted with tears in his eyes.
"Charge! Avenge our fallen ancestors!"
"Crush the Western Continent! An eye for an eye! A tooth for a tooth!"
Countless martial artists and cultivators were filled with fervor, their bloodlust and hatred, suppressed for decades, were unleashed at this moment, their surging fighting spirit and killing intent aimed directly at the Chaos Sea in the west.
Before the palace, Li Boyan stood frozen, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word, only tears streaming down his face.
The jade tablet in Wen Zhiyin's hand fell to the ground with a "clatter," but he was completely unaware. He was just staring blankly at the slightly tired but still upright figure in the sky, and murmured, "It's simply a myth—this is the real—the descent of the Human Emperor—"
Dugu Bo, Ao Jinshan, and other martial arts masters and grandmasters felt as if they were in a dream, unable to believe that the scene of reversing the tide and killing a god with a single punch was real.
And by the window of the imperial study, the old emperor, who had been holding on to his last breath, witnessed Li Xijun's supreme punch that annihilated the once unattainable god, and saw the national enemy avenged, and the Great Sheng Dynasty secure.
A smile of the most gratified and relieved he had ever worn appeared on his face, and the last bit of time that sustained his frail body quietly dissipated.
He slowly and contentedly closed his eyes, his breath falling completely still.
This emperor, who had endured countless hardships and humiliations, finally closed his eyes peacefully at the dawn and passed away.