"How is this possible?!"
Someone shouted in disbelief.
A Dao Realm cultivator—a level just beneath an Emperor—though not powerful enough to command the submission of other Dao Realm cultivators, was still a formidable existence, having reached the pinnacle of their chosen Dao.
Yet, such a powerful Dao attack failed to make Lu Ye move even an inch?
Jiang Tianming’s pupils shrank violently.
The ominous feeling in his heart grew even stronger. How could this be?
This Lu Ye was, at most, a mere Three-Life Realm cultivator. How strong could his Dao possibly be?
"Die!"
Jiang Tianming roared in fury.
A colossal vortex of void energy formed within the chaos and ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) came crashing down on Lu Ye.
Others followed suit.
In an instant, countless Dao attacks converged into a terrifying storm, all targeting Lu Ye.
A faint light emerged around Lu Ye’s body.
A massive Black Tortoise phantom enveloped Lu Ye, its icy eyes staring disdainfully at the approaching storm of Daos.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Explosions erupted one after another.
All the Dao attacks rained down upon the Black Tortoise, but it remained as unmoving as a mountain, stable as a divine peak.
"Impossible!"
Countless cultivators gasped in shock.
Not even an Emperor could withstand such a concentrated attack, given that some of those strikes had been from Emperors themselves.
Yet this Black Tortoise...
Was it a dream? Was any of this real?
A Soaring Serpent let out a piercing hiss, flashing through the storm like lightning.
In one swift strike, it clamped down on a Dao Realm cultivator’s Dao Incarnation.
Fast, precise, ruthless!
"No! Save me!"
The Dao Realm cultivator screamed in terror.
The Soaring Serpent bit down forcefully, and the Dao Incarnation instantly became a mass of blood and flesh, swiftly devoured.
Outside the Chaos Dojo.
A Dao Realm cultivator abruptly opened his eyes. His face was filled with terror.
"Urgh!"
A mouthful of blood spewed forth as his aura plummeted drastically.
A terrifying crack appeared in his Dao Heart.
His Dao, which he had once been so confident in, now seemed like a crumbling facade.
"No!"
A gut-wrenching scream echoed out.
"Boom!"
His body exploded, his realm collapsing. The uncontrolled power surged outwards, destroying everything in its path.
Within the Chaos Dojo, countless cultivators were stunned.
A Dao Realm Incarnation—just like that, devoured in a single bite?
What kind of power was this? What kind of Dao?
"Run!"
Sensing that something was terribly wrong, some immediately tried to flee.
But as they turned, they found Lu Ye standing before them, eyes cold and unfeeling.
They glanced back, and another Lu Ye remained where he had originally been.
Everyone was the same.
When they turned to run, Lu Ye appeared before them.
One Lu Ye. Ten Lu Yes. A hundred Lu Yes...
In that moment, the entire space was filled with countless manifestations of Lu Ye.
All of them had been shrouded in darkness before, but now they began to glow.
An intense, unparalleled light surged forth from each Lu Ye, a divine radiance that inspired reverence and fear.
Emperor?
Peak of the Dao Realm?
No.
It was something even more terrifying.
Each of Lu Ye’s Daos was enough to make all other Daos bow in submission.
Now, as each of these countless Lu Yes unleashed their Daos, a multicolored radiance illuminated the void, suffocating all who beheld it.
Every single Dao was at the pinnacle of the Dao Realm.
Every single one!
For those surrounded by Lu Ye’s manifestations, it was the epitome of despair.
One Emperor’s Dao was enough to drive one to hopelessness.
But now, over a hundred Emperor-level Daos surrounded them, a sight unseen throughout the ages.
It wasn’t just those surrounded who were stunned.
Every cultivator within the Chaos Dojo was frozen in shock.
What was going on?
They couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming urge to kneel and submit.
At that exact moment, in the Eighth and Ninth Heavens, countless ancient monsters opened their eyes.
Their gazes, filled with terror and disbelief, shot toward the direction of the Chaos Dojo.
Who was it?
Whose Dao was this?
Who had cultivated over a hundred Daos, and each one to the peak?
To master even a single Dao could take a lifetime, and many still failed to reach the pinnacle.
Yet here was someone who had pushed over a hundred Daos to their absolute limits.
Within the Chaos Dojo, the multicolored beams of Dao radiance condensed above Lu Ye’s head, transforming into monstrous serpents that seemed capable of tearing through the heavens.
Each and every cultivator trapped within this space felt as if they had been plunged into an abyss of ice.
"I was wrong! Daoist—no, Senior! I was wrong! I was blinded by greed! Spare me! As long as you let me live, I will serve as your slave forever!"
Someone was so terrified that he collapsed to his knees in the void, repeatedly kowtowing to Lu Ye.
Others trembled uncontrollably, their words slurred and incoherent. This sight was beyond their comprehension. The sheer terror of such Daos left them utterly unable to remain calm.
Every Dao in the void converged toward the center, locking onto each and every one of them.
"No! No no no! No!"
Jiang Tianming closed his eyes in utter despair.
At this moment, he had only one thought.
The Jiang Clan was finished.
"Boom!"
All the Daos surged toward the center.
In an instant, the void became a sea of color.
What Emperor? What Dao Realm?
In that moment, they all turned to dust.
Outside the Chaos Dojo, screams echoed incessantly.
All those old ancestors who thought they could curry favor with the Jiang Clan now found themselves completely obliterated.
In his closed-door cultivation chamber, Jiang Tianming was coughing up blood uncontrollably.
The roar of explosive energy surged through his body, like a wild horse gone mad.
The Dao, which was once the reins controlling that power, had now shattered completely.
What awaited him was the most catastrophic of destructions.
"Boom!"
He exploded.
Just like the time when the Myriad Spirit Demon Emperor tried to clash Daos with Lu Ye.
With his Dao Heart obliterated and unable to control his own power, Jiang Tianming, a once-mighty Emperor, was torn apart.
A monumental explosion echoed through the Seventh Heaven, a massive sun-like blast that illuminated everything.
The Jiang Clan’s Imperial Artifact immediately awakened, attempting to suppress the explosion.
But it was too late.
The explosion was too violent.
The entire Jiang Clan was torn apart by the savage shockwaves, the blinding light, the scorching flames.
Countless members of the Jiang Clan, frozen in terror and disbelief, were instantly reduced to ash.
It was over.
All over.
The Imperial Artifact quivered violently. Without anyone to wield it, it could not fully suppress the Emperor’s explosive death.
"Boom!"
Another explosion erupted.
The entire Jiang Clan was now a field of fire and destruction, as though celebrating the end of an era with a barrage of fireworks.
