pappabearbooks Chapter 1974 - 1971: Two Quasi-Emperors
Chapter 1974 - 1971: Two Quasi-Emperors
The road of this world is never a smooth path.Life.
Is just like this.
As if Ye Xuan should have grown up in Wan’an City, then, with the might of the Taoist Body, step by step walk to the summit, yet at eleven his Life Soul was taken away, wandering through endless ages.
Boom!
Yet at this moment.
At the end of the Emperor Road, those auras grew ever more powerful.
From the frail weakness Ye Xuan had first sensed, to the boundless terror of now.
A world‑shaking change had occurred.
This was the horrific existence snow‑stored at the end of the Emperor Road.
The end of the Emperor Road, within the Chaos beyond the Emperor Road.
A cluster of Chaos light flew out from within, falling onto the Emperor Road.
The Chaos light touched the Emperor Road and dispersed like a water bubble.
Immediately after, it condensed into a figure.
This person wore an ancient black long robe, a middle‑aged man, slightly thin of build, eight feet tall.
His cheekbones were very high, and his pair of narrow eyes appeared sinister and vicious.
At his waist hung a Compass, the pointer upon it spinning without pause.
After this person appeared, he looked around, raised his brows slightly, and murmured under his breath, "That shouldn’t be. By rights, someone should have walked to this place, otherwise the restriction I laid back then could not have been triggered."
"Could it be they have already borne the Power of Heavenly Destiny and left?"
He looked toward the end of the Emperor Road, his brows knitting ever more tightly.
It was obvious that no one had borne the Power of Heavenly Destiny and then left from here.
Once someone bore the Power of Heavenly Destiny and then departed from here, within the Chaos at the end of the Emperor Road, that person’s name would be left behind.
Which was to say.
Up until now, no one had yet been able to bear the Power of Heavenly Destiny.
Thinking of this, the middle‑aged man in the long robe stretched out that somewhat thin hand, scooped at the Void, then placed it before his nose and lightly sniffed.
"There was a battle, very fierce."
"Could it be they perished together?"
"To fight their way to this point, to such a degree, is no surprise."
The middle‑aged man in the long robe whispered softly.
At this time, he glanced to a certain place.
There, another cluster of Chaos light drifted out.
The middle‑aged man in the long robe saw this and was not surprised.
The Snow Storage at the end of the Emperor Road did not hold only him alone.
To snow‑store oneself here was by no means simple.
One must know.
To snow‑store at the Peak of the Emperor Road of the Myriad Realms, one had to pay the price of Blood.
To snow‑store at the very end of this Emperor Road was all the more astonishing.
Almost all who chose to snow‑store themselves at the end of the Emperor Road died.
Those who lived, aside from their own strength being hard enough, also had a certain element of luck.
The middle‑aged man in the long robe naturally did not feel that only he possessed such fortune.
Others could as well.
When the Chaos light touched the Emperor Road, it again shattered, then condensed into an enormous figure.
When the middle‑aged man in the long robe saw that vast figure coiled at the end of the Emperor Road, his narrow eyes narrowed to slits.
"Ancient Divine Python!"
A grave light flashed in the eyes of the middle‑aged man in the long robe.
A top‑tier Overlord from the Ancient Times—the Ancient Divine Python!
In bygone years of the Ancient Times, the ferocity of this clan had shocked the Myriad Realms.
That pure black Ancient Divine Python lay coiled at the end of the Emperor Road, like a primordial Divine Mountain.
And at the center was a gigantic triangular python head, a pair of pitch‑black, inky serpent pupils glinting with a cold, nether chill.
When the middle‑aged man in the long robe discovered the Ancient Divine Python, the Ancient Divine Python also discovered him.
Yet the Ancient Divine Python did not open its mouth to speak.
Those who appeared here.
Were often opponents.
There was no need for wasted words.
However...
The Ancient Divine Python vaguely sensed something amiss, and spat human speech: "You are not one who has just walked here?"
The middle‑aged man in the long robe gave a slight nod.
The Ancient Divine Python flicked its tongue, probing whether there were others around the Emperor Road.
A moment later, the Ancient Divine Python obtained the same result as the middle‑aged man in the long robe.
Someone had fought here, and perhaps had already perished together.
In this way, for them, it was instead the best result.
Because the newcomer had awakened them, and their strength had already recovered to its Peak.
The newcomer, however, was dead.
No one remained to contest with them.
Could there be a better outcome than this?
"Before the others awaken, you and I shall battle?"
The Ancient Divine Python again spat human words.
Hearing this, the middle‑aged man in the long robe said indifferently, "Before we start fighting, you don’t plan to report your name?"
The Ancient Divine Python’s massive body writhed, its gigantic head rising to prop up the sky, overlooking the middle‑aged man in the long robe like an ant, as it said, "This seat is Mo Mang."
The pupils of the middle‑aged man in the long robe shrank slightly, and the pointer on the Compass at his waist suddenly halted, then spun even faster.
Mo Mang.
"You are that Mo Mang Quasi-Emperor of the Ancient Divine Python clan, the one with the greatest chance to become the second Great Emperor!"
The tone of the middle‑aged man in the long robe grew obviously heavier.
The Ancient Divine Python named Mo Mang looked down upon the middle‑aged man in the long robe and said calmly, "There are still some who remember this seat’s name. Not bad. This seat is indeed Mo Mang, the Quasi-Emperor."
The middle‑aged man in the long robe cupped his hands slightly and said, "This junior is styled the Diviner. Today, I seek instruction from Mo Mang Quasi-Emperor."
Whoosh whoosh whoosh————
Mo Mang Quasi-Emperor was already slowly pressing in, the air around them letting out a wailing sound.
"Since you call yourself the Diviner, then divine your ending today."
Mo Mang Quasi-Emperor spoke.
The middle‑aged man in the long robe, called the Diviner, lowered his hands, one pressing on the Compass at his waist, one clasped behind his back, facing the oncoming Mo Mang Quasi-Emperor bearing down like a Mount Tai, and smiled: "The ending is naturally my death."
Mo Mang Quasi-Emperor laughed loudly. "Interesting!"
The Diviner gathered away his smile and said blandly, "But what I divine has never been accurate."
Boom!
In the next instant, on the hand with which the Diviner pressed the Compass, faint golden Dao Patterns emerged in waves.
In an instant.
Before the Diviner, nine thousand nine hundred and ninety‑nine complex faint golden Array Patterns began to float.
The Diviner released the Compass and flicked four fingers in unison.
The Array Pattern closest to the Diviner rippled at once.
The ripples spread, passing through the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety‑eight Array Patterns ahead.
In an instant.
The Array Patterns linked together, forming a supreme Killing Array.
Endless Golden Light turned into a sky full of Golden Spears, thrusting straight toward Mo Mang Quasi-Emperor.
"Spirit Array Skill?"
"A mere minor Dao!"
Seeing the Diviner’s methods, Mo Mang Quasi-Emperor sneered, not even bothering to use any other power, and directly rammed forward with his head.
Clang clang clang————
The sky‑full Golden Spears struck Mo Mang Quasi-Emperor’s head as if striking the hardest Immortal Gold in the world, emitting crisp collision sounds, then all returned into the Array Patterns.
The Diviner said faintly, "A minor Dao? You should know that in later ages, the Spirit Array Skill has already become one of the strongest Daos. Senior’s vision is outdated!"
Boom!
The Diviner flicked his fingers once more.
Ripples spread among them.
The Array Patterns stirred.
The nine thousand nine hundred and ninety‑nine Array Patterns again altered their arrangement, forming an entirely new Array.
Boom!
When Mo Mang Quasi-Emperor’s head slammed forward, like a Mount Tai crashing down.
Yet Mo Mang Quasi-Emperor encountered no obstructing force at all, as if passing into another spacetime.
Thud!
Then Mo Mang Quasi-Emperor’s gigantic python head smashed into his own vast body, erupting with a heaven‑shaking roar.