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Chapter 450 The sky cracked open!
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The main hall was deathly silent.

How about a friendly spar?
The emotions on the faces of all the gods turned into disbelief and astonishment.

They all raised their heads in unison.

Their gazes were focused on the throne.

That boy they remembered as timid and submissive, like a puppet.

As the boy straightened his posture.

A restrained yet vast and boundless aura naturally spread out, no longer concealed in the slightest.

That aura carried a noble and boundless quality originating from ancient times, ruling over all directions, and it subtly formed a power rivalry with the Eastern Azure Emperor who was so close at hand.

The innocent, bewildered look on his face had long since vanished.

Instead, a chillingly calm smile appeared.

With a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth and a deep gaze, he seemed to be watching a drama he had long anticipated.

It requires looking up slightly.

The playful yet scrutinizing look on the face of the Eastern Azure Emperor.

The moment the boy stood up and looked him straight in the eye, he vanished completely, like a thin mist blown away by the wind.

In the depths of his eyes, which had seen through the vicissitudes of time.

For the first time, a truly subtle ripple appeared.

It wasn't fear, but rather a kind of astonishment at the sudden, unexpected turn of events in the game.

And the extremely complex emotions that followed.

He silently looked at the young Heavenly Emperor, at the cold and unfamiliar smile on the other's face.

a long time.

The Great Emperor of Qinghua also slowly smiled.

But this smile no longer held any of the previous composure and control; instead, it carried a sense of solemnity and subtle excitement, as one would when facing an equal opponent.

He no longer looked directly into the boy's eyes, which seemed to see through illusions, but instead lowered his head slightly.

His gaze fell upon the flowing sun, moon, and star patterns on the young emperor's robe. His voice remained steady, yet it seemed to carry the texture of clashing metal:
"Since Your Majesty also has such leisure time today..."

"That old minister"

He paused, then raised his head, a glint of light flashing in his eyes: "There's absolutely no reason not to agree!"

The final sound of the character "理" hasn't completely faded yet!

boom! ! ! !

The entire Lingxiao Palace suddenly trembled violently.

It does not originate from the earth, but from the extremely high heavens.

A terrifying explosion, seemingly capable of tearing apart the entire Thirty-Three Heavens, erupted without warning from outside the dome of the main hall.

The glazed dome, engraved with the stars of the heavens, is as fragile as an eggshell.

Instantly, it was covered with countless spiderweb-like cracks.

The raging torrents, like a tangible hurricane, instantly flooded the hall, causing the gods' robes to flutter wildly.

And at the very instant that this earth-shattering roar and tremor came.

Two figures stood atop the imperial steps.
The Great Emperor of Qinghua in the Eastern Pole and the Young Heavenly Emperor.

They vanished silently from their spot, like ghosts.

"!!!"

The gods in the hall were terrified and their minds were shattered by these successive shocks.

There was no time to think; it was almost instinctive.

All the gods' bodies blazed with divine light, transforming into streaks of light of various colors, some dazzling and some dim, which rushed wildly out of the main hall.

next moment.

All the gods had already taken their places on the vast cloud-sea plaza outside the Lingxiao Palace.

They instinctively and impatiently raised their heads.

Looking up at the highest point in the sky where terrifying fluctuations and explosions were coming from.

then
All deities, regardless of their level of cultivation or seniority.

At this moment, they were all as if they had been frozen in place.

Standing frozen in place, speechless, their faces filled with unprecedented shock and absurdity.

All that could be seen was the sky above, where auspicious clouds had once swirled.

What is unfolding right now is something that will overturn all their understanding.

The Great Emperor of Qinghua in the Eastern Pole and the Young Heavenly Emperor.

The two stood facing each other from afar, suspended in the boundless void.

The Qinghua Emperor was enveloped in endless azure divine light.

As the blue light flowed, a terrifying phenomenon emerged: a blue dragon roared, all trees flourished, and then instantly withered and returned to nothingness.

His power was so great that it seemed as if he alone was a complete world, unfathomable and boundless!
This was not unexpected by the gods.

The Qinghua Emperor rules the East, governs destiny and immortality, and his power is vast; they had long heard of him and even witnessed it firsthand.

What truly horrified them and nearly caused their Dao hearts to collapse was...
It is the young Heavenly Emperor on the other side.

That boy they had always regarded as a puppet, a figurehead.

At this moment, his entire body was also bathed in a dazzling and brilliant light.

It is a pure and incomparably golden imperial aura!

It shines brightly like the sun, awe-inspiring and inviolable.

Within the golden light, the faint phantoms of nine dragons roared and circled, the trajectories of the sun, moon, and stars appeared and disappeared naturally, and an unparalleled will to rule over all heavens and suppress all worlds permeated the air.

Its momentum and grandeur were astounding.
He was in no way inferior to the Eastern Qinghua Emperor on the opposite side.

The two forces clashed fiercely in the heavens.

A true contest of equals!
"How is this possible?!"

A highly senior divine general murmured in a daze.

His jaw almost dropped to the ground, and his eyes were filled with utter disbelief and despair.

"He...he didn't inherit the complete authority of Haotian, did he?! Without authority, how could he possess such power?!"

"He hid it so well. What the Great Emperor Qinghua said earlier was actually true! He hid it far too well!"

The other star lord was pale and his voice trembled.

"Without any authority or power, how could someone cultivate to the point of being able to rival the Qinghua Emperor?! What kind of monster is this?!"

"We. Our past"

A deity recalled his past disrespect and neglect towards the young Heavenly Emperor.

I broke out in a cold sweat instantly, and was trembling with fear.

The scene before them completely shattered their preconceived notions.

That boy puppet who they had looked down upon, ignored, and even secretly mocked for countless years.

It was actually lying dormant on the throne.

A colossal primordial beast that has silently acquired the power to shake the very foundations of the Heavenly Court!

……

And in the far distance of this battlefield.

In a cleverly concealed void.

Three figures stood silently.

They took in the earth-shattering confrontation that unfolded in the heavens.

One of them, with thinning hair, wearing a faded old cotton-padded jacket, and with his hands tucked into his sleeves, looked just like an old farmer; it was Hong Qitian.

The other person had white hair but a youthful face and a kind expression.

It was the old man from Antarctica who had met Fang Qingyu twice.

The last one was dressed in imperial robes, his face blurred in a purple aura, with only his eyes revealing a terrifying vision of collapsing stars.

Its aura is the most majestic and unpredictable.

At this moment, Hong Qitian looked at the young Heavenly Emperor in the sky, whose aura was in no way inferior, and couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement. He tilted his head and said to the old man of the South Pole beside him:

"Wow! Is this kid that freakish? He's been hiding for so many years, and even I didn't discover his true colors. Ugh, his trump card is that strong?"

Upon hearing this, the old man from Antarctica showed a hint of helplessness on his kind face, shook his head, and corrected him in a steady voice:
"His Majesty is old enough to be your ancestor. How can you address him so frivolously?"

Hong Qitian was taken aback, awkwardly rubbing his nose, and forced a defense: "Ahem. Old Antarctica, you don't understand, do you? Respectable people don't care about age, do they? They only care about appearance and mentality, right? Look at his face, it's so tender you could squeeze water out of it, what's wrong with me calling him 'kid'?"

After saying that, he seemed afraid that the old man in Antarctica would try to pressure him with his seniority again.

He quickly changed the subject, his expression becoming more serious, and pointed to the sky, asking:

"Seriously, do you really think your precious Heavenly Emperor, whom you've kept hidden for so many years, can defeat that old codger Qinghua?"

Upon hearing Hong Qitian's words, the old man in Antarctica frowned almost imperceptibly, but still slowly shook his head, his tone resolute:

"Can't beat it."

Hong Qitian was taken aback, his face showing confusion: "Can't beat him? He can't beat him but he still started trouble? Isn't he just asking for a beating? Does he have a backup plan?"

The old man of Antarctica, his gaze still fixed on the fierce battle in the sky, slowly explained:
"Qinghua is an innate deity, whose origins can be traced back to the beginning of the creation of heaven and earth. Although he is not one of the original ancient gods, his foundation and accumulation are extraordinary. Since ancient times, his combat power has been no weaker than any generation of Heavenly Emperor. Among the Six Emperors, apart from the Central Ziwei Emperor who might be able to suppress him, even if we old bones were combined, in a life-and-death battle, the outcome would be only fifty-fifty."

He paused, his tone tinged with complex emotions, and looked at the figure of the young Heavenly Emperor:
"Although Your Majesty is a man of extraordinary talent, having forged a unique path out of the impossible and deceived everyone, including that one, your time is still short and your path is not yet perfect. Facing Qinghua, who is going all out, your chances of victory are slim."

After listening, Hong Qitian nodded thoughtfully and clicked his tongue: "This old bastard is so strong? No wonder he dared to jump around so happily."

The old man from the South Pole added calmly, "Back then, he and I both served before the first emperor, as his attendants. Initially, our cultivation levels were about the same. But after he decided to join that emperor's ranks and received his guidance and gifts, the gap between us gradually widened."

A knowing glint flashed in Hong Qitian's eyes, and then he twisted his neck.

He stretched his shoulders, and his bones crackled slightly.

A battle intent, as concentrated as a primordial beast, began to quietly rise:
"So that's how it is. He climbed up by sucking up to powerful figures. Alright then, when shall we make our move? We can't just watch your little emperor get beaten up by this old bastard, can we?" However, the moment he finished speaking...

The imposing figure beside him, who had been silent all along and shrouded in a hazy purple aura, suddenly spoke.

As if it were a golden rule, its words became law:
"Right now."

The three words fell.

Hong Qitian and the Antarctic Elder instantly turned their gazes away from the sky and sharply focused on the center of the battlefield in the distance.

In the void that had been divided and collided by the Azure Emperor's divine light and the Heavenly Emperor's golden light, one could see...
Without warning.

A third figure appeared out of thin air.

She appeared silently between the young Heavenly Emperor and the Eastern Azure Flower Emperor.

It was as if she had been standing there from the very beginning.

But no one noticed.

The person who arrived was dressed in a simple white dress, barefoot, and suspended in the void.

The instant she appeared.

Hong Qitian, the Old Man of the South Pole, and the emperor figure shrouded in purple aura exchanged no words. Their figures blurred instantly, like ink merging into water, and they vanished completely from their original spots!

……

at the same time.

below.

The Great Wall at Sea, A7 Theater.

Compared to the earth-shattering confrontation in the heavens that concerned the future of the Heavenly Court.

The battle here was equally brutal.

Boom! ! !
Explosions, the mournful howls of the dead, the angry roars of human warriors, and their dying screams.

Countless sounds intertwined.

Beyond the Great Wall lies a vast expanse of sea.

It is no longer seawater.

Instead, it transformed into a viscous, churning black swamp of blood.

Countless severed limbs and broken armor of human warriors were mixed together among the corpses, floating up and down.

The pungent, almost overwhelming smell of blood mingled with the chilling, malevolent aura unique to ghosts.

"Hold on! Hold on for me! Heavy shield team, take three steps forward! Hold on! Die behind the shields, even if it means death!"

"Gunfire! Thrust! Don't let them climb up!"

"Medical team! Hurry! This needs emergency care! Damn it, his leg is frostbitten!"

"Kill! Kill all these scum!"

On the city wall, the officers of all ranks had long since lost their voices from shouting at the top of their lungs.

Yet it continued to roar wildly.

He directed his already exhausted soldiers to put up a resistance.

The defensive line is no longer simply about holding onto city walls.

Under Jiang Qi's iron-fisted command, the Dawn Legion, together with the Federation's auxiliary forces in the A7 war zone, formed battle formations and actively broke out of the Great Wall's force field coverage area.

On the sea, they were engaged in the most brutal struggle against the surging army of ghosts.

Because they knew that once the army of the Death Demons got close enough, it would be disastrous.

They could even land on the Great Wall platform, and with their numerical advantage and fearlessness of death, the entire defense line could collapse instantly.

The main battlefield must be kept outside the Great Wall.

But this undoubtedly means even more devastating losses and sacrifices.

Chu Kuanglan was like a blood-red war fortress.

They charged to the very front of the entire battle line.

He was now bloodthirsty, his crimson blood burning and roaring like boiling magma.

Every swing of that massive sword, as thick as a door, brought forth a storm of blood and gore.

They could slice dozens or even hundreds of ghosts in half at the waist and blast them into ice shards!
His heavy armor was already badly damaged.

Deep claw marks were visible everywhere.

The dark blue filthy blood mixed with the fresh blood seeping from within.

He was covered in dark red blood.

But he remained steadfast, unwavering on the front lines.

With the most ferocious attacks, he relieved the pressure on his comrades behind him.

"Get out of here, you bastard!"

Chu Kuanglan let out a deafening roar and swept his giant sword horizontally.

It smashed to pieces the dozen or so Ice Claw Ghosts that tried to pounce and bite it.

But his arm holding the sword was already trembling slightly, uncontrollably.

The continuous high-intensity fighting was pushing even a fourth-tier Martial Venerable's physique to its limits.

The rate at which the body's Qi and blood recovers is gradually falling behind the rate at which it is being consumed.

Not far from him.

Wei Banmeng's situation is also not optimistic.

Her bright silver armor was covered with white marks from frost scratches and fine cracks.

The Xuan Chi twin blades remained sharp and fierce as they danced.

The icy blue light of the blades wove together into a web of death.

However, the area has shrunk by a whole circle compared to the original.

Her breathing became noticeably rapid, and her face turned pale.

The chilling energy from heaven and earth that could be stirred up with each swing of the sword had also diminished considerably.

Lin Kang, Su Wanqing, and other fourth-tier powerhouses were also trapped in the encirclement.

Each led their troops, struggling to survive in the vast ocean of countless ghosts.

Each of them was like a candle flickering in a storm.

It's unknown when it will go out.

Humanity's front line is under relentless onslaught from the demons of fate.

It is being compressed and pushed back little by little.

They slowly retreated towards the Great Wall.

The shadow of defeat and death, like icy seawater, gradually engulfed the hearts of every soldier.

"Old Chu! This can't go on! The brothers can't hold on much longer!"

Wei Banmeng cleaved a flying ghost that was attempting to ambush him in two with a single slash.

His voice carried an undeniable weariness.

He shouted to Chu Kuanglan through the encrypted channel.

Chu Kuanglan suddenly swung his giant sword.

He flung the blood and bits of flesh off the sword, panting heavily.

His scarlet eyes swept across the seemingly endless horde of ghosts ahead.

He roared, "We have to hold on, even if we can't! The Great Wall is behind us! Home is here! Damn it... when are the reinforcements from headquarters?"

Before he could finish speaking!

A sudden change occurred!

click-

A crisp yet incredibly loud sound, as if the entire glass of the sky had been shattered in an instant.

Without warning, it drowned out all the noise on the battlefield.

The sound was so peculiar.

It was neither the roar of an explosion nor the fury of thunder.

It's more like a...
The voice that comes from the heart of every living being.

So whether it's a bloodthirsty human warrior or a madly roaring demon.

In that instant, everything seemed to be paused.

The movement suddenly stopped!
They all subconsciously and laboriously raised their heads.

I looked up at the horizon.

then
They saw a scene they would never forget.

All that could be seen above the gray and oppressive sky was a gloomy expanse.

A crack.
Appear out of thin air!

It runs east to west.

From left to right, it completely occupied everyone's entire field of vision.

As far as the eye could see, all that could be seen was this hideous and terrifying black crack!

It is impossible to see where its starting point is.

And its end is nowhere in sight.

A crack shattered the sky above the entire world.

between heaven and earth.

All sounds are silent.

(End of this chapter)