Chapter 381: Elegy at the End of the Road, Qin Feng Starts a Massive Slaughter! Immortal Mountain Emperor Rank

Chapter 381: A Dirge at the End of the Road, Qin Feng Unleashes a Slaughter! The Imperial War at Eternal Life Mountain!

The laws of the universe, outside the bounds of Eternal Life Mountain, had been forcibly twisted into a form entirely alien to their nature.

It was a manifestation that existed solely for the purpose of "termination."

Ever since the three supreme titans—the Demon Horn Emperor, the Crystal Emperor, and the Stone Spirit Emperor—reached their bloody consensus to "sweep them all up in one net," an invisible summons had spread through the most clandestine channels of the myriad races to every corner of the cosmic sea.

The content of the summons was simple, yet laden with a lethal allure:

"At Eternal Life Mountain, the main force of the human race is trapped, unable to take flight. The returned legend, the Ultimate God Emperor Qin Feng, is also walking straight into the snare. This is an unprecedented opportunity in all of eternity; one battle can sever the future of the human race and allow us to divide their destiny. Come quickly, and join in the grand feast of dragon-slaying!"

This summons, like a drop of blood falling into boiling oil, instantly ignited all the latent murderous intent of the myriad races.

Those who had been watching from the sidelines, the hesitant, and even those Imperial-level powerhouses who had maintained a neutral stance toward humanity, could no longer sit still under the dual temptation of "carving up human destiny" and "permanently eliminating the future threat of the Ultimate God Emperor."

And so, in this death zone already thick with murderous intent, a terrifying scene began to unfold—one that would make the gods and Buddhas of all heavens tremble.

One by one, Imperial-level spatial rifts were forcibly torn open from every corner of the universe.

Emperors of the myriad races, with auras as deep as the abyss and forms as hideous as nightmares, crossed endless time and space to descend here, one after another.

First came the fleet of the Mechanical Race. Hundreds of Imperial-class warships, constructed entirely of dark matter armor and inscribed with world-ending runes, drifted silently out of the curvature lanes. Each ship represented an Emperor of the Mechanical Race.

They possessed no emotional fluctuations, only cold, extreme calculations and killing intent. Over a hundred Imperial-level logic cores instantly connected to the [Myriad Heavens God-Sealing Array], increasing the array's operational efficiency by thirty percent out of thin air.

Following them came the Mother Empress of the Zerg.

A bloated Mother Empress, her size comparable to a super-giant galaxy, writhed as she crashed into this space-time, surrounded by billions of Zerg warriors.

Her countless compound eyes, flickering with ghostly light, were enough to shatter the souls of any being with a wavering will just by a single gaze. With her came dozens of Zerg Emperors of various forms, born for the sole purpose of slaughter.

Then came the Hundred Emperors of the Celestial Demon Race, the Undead Lords of the Bone Race, the Formless Emperors of the Shadow Race...

One after another, legendary Imperial legions, having caught the scent of blood like a school of sharks, converged from all directions.

In just a few short months, the number of Imperial-level powerhouses from the myriad races outside Eternal Life Mountain swelled from the initial eleven hundred, growing at a snowballing, frantic pace!

Thirteen hundred...

Sixteen hundred...

Nineteen hundred...

Finally, when the last of the tardy alien Emperors merged their own vast Imperial laws into the sky-shrouding, terrifying array, the total number of Imperial powerhouses here had reached a figure so horrific that even the will of the universe would cast a sidelong glance—

Two thousand three hundred and seventeen!

What kind of desperate concept was this?

Looking back at the recorded history of the entire universe, aside from those "Era Wars" that swept through all realms, never had so many Imperial-level combatants gathered in one place for a single goal.

Their auras, their laws, and their killing intent intertwined and fused without reservation, pouring entirely into the [Myriad Heavens God-Sealing Array], which was already of the highest caliber.

Hum—!!!

The array completed its ultimate transformation.

The once invisible and intangible blockade had now solidified. Layers of dark red crystal walls, seemingly congealed from the vengeful blood of billions of souls and countless shattered cosmic laws, wrapped Eternal Life Mountain in an airtight embrace.

Upon the crystal walls, the phantoms of ancient demons roared, the runes of chaotic evil gods flickered, the grinding stones of the River of Time turned slowly, and the chains of the Law of Causality rattled.

This array was no longer a mere "blockade" or "siege."

It had become a living, cosmic-level meat grinder, with two thousand three hundred and seventeen Emperors acting as its "heart"!

It had only one function—to obliterate any living soul that dared to step out of Eternal Life Mountain!

...

Meanwhile, within the Divine Domain of Eternal Life Mountain.

Here, the scene was starkly different from the apocalyptic landscape outside.

Inside the mountain, the laws formed a self-contained system. Emerald-green divine light of life flowed everywhere, strange flowers and precious herbs carpeted the ground, and ancient Daoist chants echoed in the void, filled with peace and sanctity.

Yet, beneath this serenity, a heavy, suffocating sense of finality weighed upon the heart of every human powerhouse.

Inside a magnificent tree palace constructed from natural ancient life trees, over seven hundred figures sat or stood in silence.

They were the human elites who had entered Eternal Life Mountain in search of opportunity and breakthroughs.

Seven hundred and twenty-eight Emperors!

This force accounted for nearly one-third of humanity's overt high-end combat power! If placed in the outside world, it would be enough to sweep through any top-tier race and secure victory in a local war.

But here, they had become turtles in a jar.

Leading them were the highly prestigious Sky-Reaching Sword Emperor and the Five Elements Emperor.

The Sky-Reaching Sword Emperor wore a green robe, his figure as straight as a sword; even in this desperate situation, he radiated a sharp, unyielding sword intent. Yet, his eyes, once clear as the stars, were now filled with gravity and bloodshot veins.

The Five Elements Emperor was a gentle-faced old man, surrounded by five-colored divine rings of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, his aura harmonious and endless. But at this moment, the light of his rings appeared somewhat dim.

"The situation... has reached the worst possible point."

After a long silence, the Sky-Reaching Sword Emperor spoke slowly. His voice was not loud, yet it reached the ears of every human Emperor clearly.

"The number of myriad-race Emperors outside has exceeded two thousand three hundred. The power of the [Myriad Heavens God-Sealing Array] they are fueling has reached a level... beyond our comprehension."

His gaze swept over his compatriots, his tone heavy as he said, "According to the deductions made by the Five Elements Emperor and myself, that array has completely locked down all nodes of this space-time fault. We... have nowhere to retreat."

"Once we leave the protection of Eternal Life Mountain and fall into the array, we will face the joint slaughter of over two thousand three hundred Emperors."

The atmosphere in the tree palace grew increasingly oppressive.

Everyone present was an Emperor with a will as hard as divine iron; they had experienced countless life-and-death struggles and witnessed countless storms.

But at this moment, even they felt a sense of powerlessness and chill from the depths of their souls.

Seven hundred against two thousand three hundred.

It was a gap in numbers that spelled despair.

"Is there... truly not a single chance left?"

A newly ascended Emperor asked, his voice dry.

"A chance?"

An older Emperor, covered in blood and clearly having attempted to break the blockade not long ago, let out a bitter laugh. His arm was missing. "If it were a head-on confrontation, a fair battle with lines drawn, seven hundred against two thousand three hundred—as human Emperors, each of us taking on three, what would we have to fear?!"

"In a fight to the death, even if we couldn't win, we would surely make them pay a bloody price! Let them know that no Emperor of the human race is a coward!"

His words resonated with everyone, and a tragic, heroic fighting spirit surged within the palace.

Indeed, if it were a fair and square decisive battle, when had they ever been afraid? The path of humanity's rise was, after all, a path of defying the heavens, paved with blood and bones!

"But!" The one-armed Emperor changed his tone, his voice filled with unwillingness and rage. "The problem is that they won't give us the chance for a fair fight at all!"

"That array... that damned array!" He pointed outside the palace, at the sky that looked peaceful but was actually shrouded in a bloody cage, and roared, "It is like a giant quagmire, a grinding stone of laws! Once you enter, our power is infinitely weakened and suppressed, while their attacks are amplified tenfold, a hundredfold!"

"I only came slightly close to those crystal walls before being ensnared by a chain of causality. If not for the Sky-Reaching Sword Emperor's timely intervention, this arm of mine, along with my Imperial origin, would have been ground to nothing by that array!"

At these words, everyone's heart sank.

They all understood that this was the most desperate part of all.

This was not a war. It was... an execution.

The enemy had dug the graves, sharpened the blades, and prepared the scaffold, waiting only for these "death row inmates" to walk to their own end.

"Worse still," the Five-Element Emperor’s voice sounded, aged and weary, "the repulsive force of Eternal Mountain is growing stronger."

He sighed and continued, "At this rate, in a hundred years at most, the law cycle of Eternal Mountain will conclude. Then, an irresistible, mighty force will forcibly 'expel' us all."

"In other words, we no longer have the time to linger here, gasping for breath while waiting for a turn of fate."

A hundred years.

To a mortal, it is a lifetime.

To them, the eternal emperors, it is but a fleeting moment.

The final deadline has been set.

Either, in that moment a century hence, be passively expelled, falling into that inevitable meat grinder to be humiliated and erased.

Or...

"Rather than sit and wait for death, we should... fight to the bitter end!"

The Sky-Propping Sword Emperor’s voice suddenly turned high-pitched and sharp!

He stood up abruptly, and the ancient longsword at his waist let out a clear, resonant hum, as if answering its master’s will to battle.

"Comrades!"

His gaze, like two peerless divine swords, swept across every human emperor present.

"We are the emperors of the human race! We are the backbone of humanity! We may die in battle, but we shall never be slaughtered with such humiliation!"

"A hundred years from now, when Eternal Mountain opens, that will be the moment we... launch our final assault!"

"Everyone, form the [Human Emperor’s Heaven-Opening Battle Formation]! Gather all our strength, all our essence, all our Dao and laws—all seven hundred and twenty-eight of us—into a single point!"

"I shall lead the blade!"

"We do not ask for survival, nor do we seek to break the formation!"

He paused, his voice tinged with a desperate madness.

"We only ask that, upon that damned iron curtain, we carve a rift for our race... even if it exists for but a single instant!"

"With our lives and our souls, let us tell the myriad races of the universe—the human race will never yield!!!"

"Fight!!!"

"Fight!!!"

"Fight!!!"

A monstrous will to battle, indescribably tragic and utterly resolute, erupted within the tree palace!

Seven hundred and twenty-eight human emperors rose as one!

In their eyes, there was no more confusion, no more fear; only a pure, transcendent battle intent that looked past life and death, casting all else aside!

They knew this might be the final light of their lives.

But they chose to make this light burn brighter than any star!

...

Time flowed slowly in the deathly silence of waiting.

A century of time passed in the blink of an eye.

Outside Eternal Mountain, those two thousand three hundred and seventeen emperors of the myriad races stood like silent statues, quietly awaiting the hour of execution.

They felt no impatience, possessing instead the patience and cruelty of one admiring a work of art.

Finally—

"The time... has come."

The ancient voice of the Stone Spirit Emperor echoed leisurely.

Almost the moment his words fell.

Rumble—!!!

The entire divine realm of Eternal Mountain began to shake violently.

A vast, ancient, and irresistible repulsive force erupted from the deepest reaches of the realm, sweeping through every corner of the mountain like the shockwave of a cosmic explosion.

Within the mountain, every living being that did not belong was enveloped by this force, helplessly "thrown" toward the outside world!

"It is time!"

A bloodthirsty light flashed in the Demon Horn Emperor’s massive demonic pupils.

"Activate the formation! Prepare... to welcome the feast!"

The Crystal Emperor’s cold divine sense swept across the field.

"Hum—!"

The [Myriad Heavens Sealing God Formation] that shrouded the entire realm was pushed to its absolute limit!

Upon the dark red, bloody crystal walls, every phantom of a demon god, every evil rune, every grinding wheel of time, and every chain of causality... all "came to life"!

A massive, slowly rotating blood-colored vortex formed at the center of the formation, directly facing the only exit of Eternal Mountain.

It had become a mouth of death, leading straight to the nine nether hells!

"Kill!!!"

At that moment, a roar filled with infinite resolve and tragedy erupted from within Eternal Mountain!

The next instant, seven hundred and twenty-eight dazzling divine lights, like a river flowing against the current, charged out from Eternal Mountain, fearless of death!

They did not scatter, but formed a sharp, peerless cone-shaped battle formation.

The Sky-Propping Sword Emperor, manifesting as a ten-thousand-foot sword god, stood at the tip of the formation!

The ancient longsword in his hand had transformed into a colossal blade that pierced the heavens, and the power of all seven hundred and twenty-seven human emperors flowed continuously through the formation into him and his divine sword!

"The human race... shall never be slaves!!!"

The Sky-Propping Sword Emperor let out the final roar of his life, burning his imperial essence, along with the hope and resolve of all his kin, into this earth-shattering strike!

"Human Emperor’s Heaven-Opening Slash!!!"

Screech—!

A sword light, whose brilliance and sharpness defied all language, was born.

It was as if the first light of the universe’s creation had arrived, shattering chaos and defining space-time!

With an unstoppable, self-immolating posture, it slashed fiercely toward the slowly rotating blood-colored vortex!

Yet, they faced the power of over two thousand three hundred emperors, a top-tier killing formation refined over a million years!

"Boom—!!!"

The sword light plunged into the blood-colored vortex.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a teeth-grinding hiss, like divine iron being cast into a furnace.

That supreme sword light, capable of cleaving a vast universe asunder, was, the moment it plunged into the vortex, bound tight by endless chains of blood-red karma, gnawed upon by the phantoms of a billion demons, and ground down, bit by agonizing bit, by the chaotic millstone of time.

It endured for less than three breaths.

This strike, which had gathered the lifelong strength of seven hundred and twenty-eight human sovereigns, vanished into the bottomless crimson abyss as if it had never existed at all.

Puff!

Qingtian, the Sword Emperor who led the strike, bore the brunt of the backlash, spewing a spray of imperial blood laced with fragments of his own essence; his aura withered in an instant.

Behind him, every human sovereign was struck as if by lightning, their bodies shuddering violently as their formation collapsed.

They had fallen into the trap of that great array.

Hahahaha!

Pitiful ants! Is this the final blow you poured your all into? Truly... how weak!

The mocking, disdainful laughter of the Demon Horn Emperor boomed like rolling thunder, exploding against the ears of every human sovereign.

Welcome to the grave we have prepared for you! the Crystal Emperor’s cold voice pronounced their death sentence.

Endless blood-red laws surged from every direction, manifesting as blades, spears, swords, halberds, millstones, and thunderbolts, launching a lethal slaughter against the human sovereigns who had just fallen into the trap, their footing still unsteady.

No!

Form up! Quickly, form a defensive array!

Qingtian’s eyes were bloodshot, his face contorted as he roared through the agony of his shattered essence.

But it was too late.

Suppressed and segmented by the laws of the great array, they could not reorganize an effective defense in time.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

In an instant, over a dozen newly ascended sovereigns, too weak to even scream, were ground into dust by the overwhelming onslaught of laws, their imperial bodies and immortal souls annihilated together.

Today, not one of you seven hundred and twenty-eight will survive!

The wild laughter of the allied sovereigns and the furious, desperate roars of the humans intertwined.

Despair, like an endless tide, drowned the heart of every human sovereign.

They knew it was all over.

Yet, in this deepest abyss of despair, Qingtian’s dimming eyes suddenly erupted with a brilliance never seen before!

He jerked his head up toward the blood-red firmament and, with his final ounce of strength, let out a cry that shook the very soul:

Humanity... has not yet fallen!!!

Comrades! Burn your essence! Ignite your souls! Even if we perish, we must break a few teeth off this damned iron curtain of theirs!!!

For humanity!!!

Kill!!!

Inspired by Qingtian, every surviving human sovereign felt a final, maddening flame ignite within their eyes!

They ceased their defense; they stopped their retreat!

They abandoned all hope of survival!

They began, with absolute resolve, to burn everything they were!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Pillars of imperial light, brilliant and tragic to the extreme, erupted from their crowns!

They would use their very lives to perform this final song... a swan song belonging to the sovereigns of man!

...

Blood was the only primary color in this rift of space-time outside the Eternal Mountain.

Imperial blood, immortal and indestructible, each drop containing the weight of a world and the imprint of complete laws. Yet now, it was spilled like cheap dye within this crimson cage constructed by over two thousand three hundred sovereigns.

For humanity!!!

Kill—!!!

Qingtian let out his final, most tragic roar. His imperial body, already on the verge of collapse from the backlash, ignited in a sudden, roaring blaze!

He did not choose to self-destruct; such a simple release of energy was meaningless before an array capable of sealing a Saint. He chose the most brutal and resolute path—the dissolution of his Dao.

He took the Qingtian Sword Dao he had cultivated for eons, his immortal soul, and his very existence, and actively, utterly decomposed them, transmuting them into the purest, sharpest, most primal law of "Severing," merging it into the ancient sword in his hand that had been wailing in grief!

He would sacrifice himself to the blade, to strike the final, most glorious blow of his life!

Madmen! You bunch of madmen!

Outside the array, a flicker of trepidation crossed the giant demonic eyes of the Demon Horn Emperor for the first time.

He could accept the death of his enemies, even relish their despair. But he could not comprehend, nor accept, this insane will that defied death itself, treating one's own existence as a weapon just to leave a negligible scratch upon the foe!

Stop him! No! Eradicate him! Use the power of the array to grind his Dao, along with his sword, into nothingness! the Crystal Emperor’s sharp divine sense roared, laced with a fear he himself had not yet realized.

Rumble—!

The entire Myriad Heaven Sealing God Array responded. Endless chains of blood-red karma, like billions of venomous dragons hungry for flesh, coiled from all directions toward Qingtian as he underwent his "Dao dissolution."

Brother!!!

Sword Emperor!!!

Behind him, all the surviving human sovereigns were distraught. They watched helplessly as their leader, who had always shielded them like a divine sword of humanity, marched toward his final extinction.

This extreme grief transformed into extreme madness.

Follow the Sword Emperor... to the yellow springs!

Kill one and we break even, kill two... we profit!

Allied scum! Come on!!!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Inspired by Qingtian, dozens more human sovereigns chose the same path without hesitation!

They ignited their souls and began to decompose their imperial essence!

In an instant, within that crimson cage, dozens of brilliant, tragic pillars of imperial light shot into the sky! Sword Dao, Five Elements, Thunder Arts, Fist Intent... these supreme Daos that should have illuminated the universe and endured for eternity were now, like dazzling fireworks, racing toward their final destruction.

They would use this collective, self-destructive assault to clear the obstacles for Qingtian’s ultimate strike, creating that fleeting, singular possibility!

This was a swan song for the sovereigns of man.

A... lopsided slaughter, destined to be recorded in the annals of history.

Outside the array, over two thousand three hundred allied sovereigns watched it all with indifference. Their gazes were filled with cruel pleasure, cat-and-mouse playfulness, or a cold, unwavering void.

To them, this was merely the final, futile struggle of prey before being completely devoured. The struggle was heroic.

But, it was meaningless.

The ending was already set in stone.

Yet, at the very zenith where the deepest despair and the wildest killing intent intertwined, at the very moment before Qingtian’s "Dao dissolution" was complete and that world-shattering strike was about to be unleashed.

A voice, calm and indifferent, devoid of any emotional hue yet seemingly imbued with the fundamental truths of the cosmos, a voice capable of bringing time itself to a standstill, resonated simultaneously in every dimension and every corner of this space-time, without the slightest warning.

"...Who gave you permission to touch my people?"

The voice was not loud.

Yet, like the first oracle of a creator god, it possessed an unquestionable, supreme authority.

The moment the words fell, the entire Ten Thousand Heavens God-Sealing Array—that cosmic meat grinder fueled by the combined power of over two thousand three hundred emperors—saw its frenzied operation grind to a sudden, jarring halt!

The surging, roaring blood-colored laws, the soul-devouring phantoms of demon gods, and the relentless grinding wheels of time were, at that instant, pressed into a pause by an invisible, colossal hand.

The Heaven-Reaching Sword Emperor, who had been undergoing "Tao-Dissolution" and was on the verge of total annihilation, felt his disintegrating imperial essence forcibly "pulled" back from the brink of extinction by a force both gentle and overbearing!

For all the human emperors whose spirits were burning away, the fires of destruction consuming them were extinguished in the same strange, synchronized heartbeat.

Inside and outside the array, all living beings—whether human or of the myriad races—who had been locked in slaughter, roaring, or manic laughter, found their thoughts and movements frozen in an eternal stasis.

Time seemed to have severed its flow.

Space became as rigid as amber.

Everything stood still.

The only things capable of movement were the eyes of all present.

Compelled by an unseen force, they followed the source of that voice, gazing beyond the array into the dead, silent void.

There, appearing from nowhere, stood a figure.

A... solitary figure.

He stood quietly, clad in a simple black robe, his dark hair cascading over his shoulders, his face serene, his eyes profound.

He radiated no earth-shattering aura, nor did he possess even the slightest ripple of energy. He stood there with such ordinariness that he seemed to have been there since the dawn of time, seamlessly integrated into the very backdrop of the universe.

Yet, this seemingly unremarkable figure had become the sole center of this ultimate battlefield, where over three thousand emperors had converged.

All the laws of the emperors, all the might of the great array, and all the wills of the living paled into insignificance before him.

"Who... who is that?"

A faint divine thought struggled to manifest in the mind of a myriad-race emperor, shattering the deathly silence.

"I do not know... I have never seen him before..."

"How did he appear? Why... did none of us perceive his arrival?"

Following the brief confusion came a tidal wave of terror, crashing violently into the hearts of every myriad-race emperor!

For they had finally recognized that face.

The face that, for the past hundred thousand years, had been listed as the highest-priority target for extermination by the myriad races, the face etched onto countless warrants, the face that inspired both their deepest dread and their greediest desires!

"It is him!!!"

The body of the Crystal Emperor, composed of billions of crystalline facets, trembled violently, emitting a shrill, metallic screech. For the first time, his cold divine consciousness was tainted by an emotion known as "panic."

"The Limitless God Emperor... Qin Feng!!!"

The name was spat out like the most venomous curse, like the most terrifying taboo!

Boom—!!!

The entire camp of the myriad-race coalition erupted into chaos!

"What?! He is Qin Feng?!"

"He... he actually dared to come?!"

"How is this possible! Our intelligence network received no word of his movements! How did he silently bypass our layers of blockades to reach this place?!"

Shock!

Suspicion!

Incredulity!

These were the immediate reactions of all the emperors of the myriad races.

They had envisioned countless scenarios for Qin Feng’s arrival. Perhaps he would drive a god-tier vessel to force his way through; perhaps he would lead human reinforcements for a final stand; or perhaps he would hide in the shadows, seeking a flaw to attempt a rescue.

The one thing they never imagined was that he would descend so quietly, like a "ghost," right under their very noses.

This transcended their entire understanding of the laws of space!

Yet, following the brief shock, it was replaced by something far more intense, far more frantic... a wild ecstasy!

"Hahahahahaha!"

The suppressed, maniacal laughter of the Demon Horn Emperor once again shook the heavens! His massive demonic pupils burned with unprecedented greed and excitement!

"Well come! Well come indeed!!!"

"This emperor thought I would have to wait another hundred years to catch this big fish! I never expected you to be so impatient to deliver yourself to death!"

"Heaven has a path you refuse to take, and hell has no gate, yet you force your way in! Qin Feng! Today, this place shall be your... burial ground!"

"Hahaha, indeed! Truly, heaven aids us!" The Crystal Emperor recovered from his initial panic, turning intensely agitated. "The Heaven-Reaching Sword Emperor and those old fools were the 'fish,' but Qin Feng is the greatest 'dragon' of them all! Now that the fish and dragon are gathered, we can... wipe them all out in one go!"

"Everyone! What are you waiting for?!" The ancient and majestic voice of the Stone Spirit Emperor sounded like a final verdict. "Our plan can begin ahead of schedule!"

"Detach eight hundred emperors to form the [God-Fall Killing Array]! The rest, continue to maintain the main array, and for this emperor... tear this reckless dragon... limb from limb!!!"

"Roar!!!"

The murderous intent of the myriad races was pushed to an unprecedented peak!

In their eyes, Qin Feng’s appearance was not a threat, but the most exquisite and essential main course in this "dragon-slaughtering feast"!

Their "open conspiracy" had succeeded!

The prey had walked right into the hunting ground!

Yet, facing this murderous intent, enough to make even a Saint retreat, and facing the impending execution array formed by eight hundred emperors,

Qin Feng, the "prey," showed not the slightest change in his expression from beginning to end.

He simply watched, observing his human kin, who were stunned by this sudden reprieve and shocked by his arrival.

Then, he slowly shifted his gaze toward the Ten Thousand Heavens God-Sealing Array, which held the human emperors captive and radiated endless blood and sin.

His eyes were calm.

So calm, it was as if he were looking at nothing more than... an insignificant, eyesore of trash.

He raised his hand.

A slender, fair finger, as if carved from green jade, slowly pointed toward the blood-colored cage, constructed by the power of over two thousand three hundred emperors and touted as capable of sealing a Saint.

"Noisy."

He uttered the word softly.

The next moment.

A light.

A light whose essence could not be described by any language was born at his fingertip.

The light was silver-white, yet woven through it was a thread of emerald, a symbol of life and creation.

It was neither dazzling nor scorching; it possessed no form of energy whatsoever.

It was like a concept, a law, a truth.

A truth that defined the very nature of an ending.

Imperial Secret Art—[Ultimate Divine Radiance]!

Hiss.

There was no earth-shattering roar, no cataclysmic explosion.

That silver-green radiance shot toward the blood-red formation at a speed that seemed leisurely, yet in truth, transcended the very concept of space and time.

"Overestimating oneself!"

"A mantis trying to stop a chariot!"

The Demon Horn Emperor and the Crystal Emperor still sneered in their hearts.

They conceded that Qin Feng’s arrival was bizarre, but to think he could shake this supreme formation—forged from the power of over two thousand three hundred emperors—with his own strength alone?

It was nothing but a fool’s dream!

Yet, the next second, the cruel grins on their faces froze solid.

The divine light touched the blood-red crystal wall.

The earth-shaking collision they had imagined never occurred.

That indestructible barrier, capable of withstanding a strike from a Saint, was like butter under a hot knife, or snow beneath the spring sun.

Silently, it was "erased."

Yes, not pierced, not shattered, but erased.

Wherever the light passed, whether it was the blood-stained chains of causality, the roaring phantoms of demon gods, or the grinding wheels of time, all encountered a "delete command" from a higher dimension. From the very roots of their existence, they were thoroughly, cleanly, and utterly wiped away without a trace.

The light continued its advance.

It carved a straight, smooth, and perfect path through the massive, impenetrable blood-red crystal wall.

A path from outside the formation to within, piercing through every law, every restriction, and every energy node—an absolute passage!

"Pfft—!!!"

Over a hundred emperors of the myriad races, responsible for maintaining that sector of the formation, were struck as if by lightning, each spewing a mouthful of primal blood!

They felt the connection between their laws and the formation being forcibly and ruthlessly severed by an irresistible, tyrannical force!

"This... this is impossible!!!"

The Demon Horn Emperor’s massive demonic pupils shrank to the size of needlepoints, filled with incomprehensible horror and madness!

"The formation... the formation has been... broken?!" The Crystal Emperor’s divine sense shattered under the weight of sheer shock.

Even in the calm, molten eyes of the Stone Spirit Emperor, for the first time, a flicker of something called "fear" emerged.

One strike.

A single strike!

This ultimate death trap, which they had spent a million years perfecting and gathered the power of two thousand three hundred emperors to sustain—a trap they were certain could imprison a Saint—had been poked through by a single finger... with such casual indifference?!

This was no longer a contest of power.

This was a dimensional reduction strike!

Yet, this was merely the beginning.

Qin Feng’s figure stepped through the absolute passage he had carved, instantly appearing before the human emperors who had been left stunned and reeling from the backlash of the broken formation.

He did not look at his fellow kin, who stood in the aftermath with complex expressions.

His gaze swept calmly toward the eight hundred emperors of the myriad races, who were just recovering from their shock and preparing to form the [God-Slaying Array].

A cold, temperatureless arc curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Now, it is your turn."

Before the words had even faded.

He raised his hand again.

This time, not a single finger, but his entire palm, which he swept gently toward the eight hundred emperors.

It was as if he were merely brushing away dust from before his eyes.

Hum—!!!

An invisible ripple, one that seemed to encompass the very concept of the "end" of the universe, radiated outward from Qin Feng in a fan shape!

Where the ripple passed, space-time groaned.

The laws wailed.

Everything was marching toward... an end!

"No! Defend!"

"Form up! Quickly, form the array!!!"

The eight hundred emperors were struck with terror! From that ripple, they smelled the scent of death, a scent that froze their very souls!

They frantically fueled their imperial origins and summoned their strongest defensive treasures, attempting to block this seemingly plain and simple strike!

Yet, it was all in vain.

Before that ripple of "finality," their so-called imperial laws were like the scribbles of a child. Their so-called immortal bodies were like sandcastles on a beach.

The dozen emperors in the front row did not even have time to react.

Their protective divine light shattered like a dream upon contact.

The moment their imperial bodies touched the ripple, they began to decompose at the level of fundamental particles, annihilating into nothingness.

Their immortal souls did not even have time to scream before they were erased from the annals of the river of time by that conceptual force.

No flesh flew.

No energy exploded.

They simply, quietly, vanished from this universe entirely.

One strike.

Another casual strike.

A dozen emperors, who could claim lordship and dictate the fates of billions in the outside world...

Instantly slain!

"..."

"..."

Dead silence.

A silence more absolute and suffocating than before descended upon the world.

If Qin Feng’s first strike had left them in a state of shock and disbelief,

Then this second strike brought with it a boundless terror that froze their very souls.

"A monster..."

Someone whispered, their divine sense trembling to the point of fragmentation.

Yes, a monster!

Beyond that word, they could find no other to describe this terrifying existence who was shattering their reality.

And this fear did not belong solely to the myriad races.

It belonged, equally, to the human emperors he had just rescued.

The Heaven-Propping Sword Emperor stood dazed, unaware that his ancient blade had slipped from his grasp to the ground. His face, once set for a final, heroic sacrifice, was now etched with bewilderment and loss.

What... had he just witnessed?

A single finger to break the formation...

A single palm to slaughter an emperor...

Could this truly be the power possessed by a mere "Emperor-Ranked" cultivator?

He felt that even the legendary, high-and-mighty Sages could hardly surpass this.

This young man named Qin Feng... this legend whom they had recently regarded as a "rising star" and the "future hope of humanity"...

To what terrifying heights had he actually ascended?

The ecstasy of the myriad races transformed, in an instant, into a boundless chill.

The tragic resolve of the humans dissolved into a state of dull, stunned shock.

The entire battlefield, due to these two casual strikes, fell into an absurd and surreal atmosphere.

The one to shatter this absurdity was Qin Feng, with a third strike, calm to the point of coldness.

He gave no one time to react.

His figure vanished from where he stood.

In the next heartbeat, he appeared amidst the camp of the Demon-Horned race.

"No!"

The Demon-Horned Emperor’s soul fled in terror; without a second thought, he burned thirty percent of his life essence to push his speed to the limit, desperate to escape.

But it was too late.

Qin Feng merely glanced at him with indifference.

Then, a punch.

A simple, plain, unadorned punch.

Boom—!!!

Where the fist landed, space and time dissolved into chaos.

The Demon-Horned Emperor’s massive, star-like body, along with a dozen of his kin and the very space they occupied, were hammered into an absolute, hollow void.

With one blow, the infamous legion of Demon-Horned emperors...

Was wiped out.

Having done this, Qin Feng’s figure vanished once more.

He moved like a ghost strolling through his own garden, or a reaper holding a death list, marking names with lethal precision.

Each time he appeared, it was accompanied by a simple, almost "modest" attack.

A flick of a finger.

A wave of a sleeve.

A single step.

And with every strike, he claimed the lives of dozens, sometimes hundreds, of the myriad races' emperors.

No one could withstand a single blow.

No one could even perceive the movement of his strike.

Those so-called top-tier emperors, those ancient relics who had been famous for eons, were no different from the newly ascended in his presence.

All of them... fell in one strike.

This was no longer a battle.

It was a one-sided, inevitable... cleansing.

A bloody purge, carried out by one man against over two thousand three hundred emperors.

"Flee! Run for your lives!!!"

"A demon! He is a demon!"

"What... what kind of existence have we provoked!!!"

Finally, the psychological defenses of the allied myriad races collapsed entirely.

They no longer thought of resistance, nor of surrounding their prey.

Only one final, desperate thought remained in their hearts—

To survive!

Yet, within this cage of space and time, already locked by Qin Feng’s aura, escape had become the most extravagant... fantasy.