High Martial Arts: Gains one point of health per second, sweeping across the heavens.

The power of the Void of Fate surged into the sword tip, and the dark golden vertical pupil, starting from the pupil, instantly dissolved without leaving even a trace.

The eternal figure let out a hoarse roar that nearly tore its throat apart.

His head suddenly rose up, and eternal power surged forth from His body like a flood bursting its banks, sweeping across the entire void.

However, Su Jie had already retreated the moment he thrust out that sword. He activated his Void Walker state at full power, and his figure drifted out of His attack range like a non-existent wisp of wind.

The eternal single eye was gone, but His perception remained. The moment Su Jie injured Him, the thread of cause and effect briefly lit up in the void, and He grasped that thread.

Eternal fire erupted from His shattered head, the greyish-white flames like a venomous snake, rushing straight toward Su Jie along the causal thread.

Su Jie emerged from the void, and the Soul-Devouring Pearl flew out from the depths of the primordial universe and hovered above his head.

The dusty gray bead spun gently, and the incoming Eternal Flame seemed to have hit an invisible wall, stopping abruptly three zhang away from Su Jie.

The Soul-Devouring Bead spun again, and the Eternal Flame surged back, crashing directly into the remains of the Eternal One.

The eternal roar abruptly ceased; His eternal fire was consumed by its own flames, and the greyish-white flames on His remaining body burned wildly.

The already fragile body hissed as it burned, and grayish-black blood seeped from the cracks, only to evaporate in the flames.

"How dare a mere Supreme Realm insect harm me?"

His angry and violent thoughts exploded in the chaotic sea, carrying the killing intent that had been suppressed for more than a hundred epochs.

But His eternal fire did not erupt again. He stared at the gray bead above Su Jie's head. His one eye was gone, but His senses told Him that the thing could devour His fire, and He dared not try again.

Su Jie smiled without saying a word. With a thought, he directly consumed ten billion Heavenly Mandate Power, and dark golden light condensed from the void. A blurry figure stepped out from the light.

The figure was about three zhang tall, with a burly build like a mountain, and covered in dark gold armor engraved with dense runes.

His face was blurred, with only a pair of eyes burning with golden flames. He was the eighth-order supreme god general summoned by Su Jie.

The moment he appeared, the eternal, broken body tensed up abruptly.

He recognized the aura—an eighth-tier mythical supreme being. In his prime, He could crush it with one hand.

But now, He only has tens of thousands of constant power left, while the aura of this eighth-order divine general in front of him reaches ten thousand constant power.

But He is eternal, even if He has only one breath left, He is eternal.

The eighth-tier supreme god general made the first move, his right hand forming a blade, slashing straight at the eternal head.

The Eternal One did not dodge; He raised a section of bone broken off from the shoulder, with a few strands of dried muscle hanging from it, to meet the attack.

The moment the blade and flesh clashed, even the chaotic sea trembled.

The eighth-tier supreme god general was sent flying backward, his right arm armor shattering inch by inch, and dark golden blood seeping from the cracks.

The eternal remains swayed, and several more cracks appeared on its chest, from which grayish-black blood gushed out.

With one strike, the Supreme God was clearly at a disadvantage; His right arm was trembling, and although His eternal aura had weakened further, He remained steady.

Without hesitation, Su Jie unleashed a hundred drops of Chaos Emperor Blood within his body.

Dark golden light burst forth from every pore of his body, coalescing behind him into a blurry, phantom image of an emperor.

The phantom was tens of thousands of feet tall, with a face exactly like his, and between the opening and closing of its eyes, it seemed as if countless stars were being created and destroyed.

The imperial image, surrounded by countless stars, suddenly appeared in the chaotic sea and lasted for a hundred breaths.

The eternal remains of the body stiffened abruptly as it sensed the oppressive force emanating from the depths of its bloodline—an irresistible suppression of its rank.

His bloodline was of the highest grade of the initial level, while Su Jie's Chaos Emperor bloodline was at the peak of the Chaos level.

There is a difference of seven minor ranks, and each rank difference suppresses combat power by 10%.

Seventy percent of their combat power was suppressed by the absolute rank of the Chaos Emperor's Blood, and was forcibly suppressed.

The aura of that eternal being plummeted from tens of thousands of eternal power to less than ten thousand.

"This is impossible!" His thoughts exploded in the chaotic sea; he was utterly terrified and incredulous.

The eighth-tier supreme god rushed forward again. This time, his fist smashed into the eternal head, causing half of its brain tissue to bulge out from the crack.

The Eternal One roared in retaliation, its half-boned fragments sweeping across, sending the eighth-tier Supreme God flying. His breastplate was dented, and several of his ribs were broken.

But His aura could no longer be suppressed. With less than 10,000 constant power against an eighth-order supreme god general with 10,000 constant power, He had to endure even greater backlash with each confrontation.

He unleashed the eternal fire once more, the greyish-white flames rushing towards the eighth-tier supreme god general.

Su Jie gently turned the Soul-Devouring Pearl above his head, and the flames surged back again.

He tried three times, and each time the Soul-Devouring Pearl blocked his attempts.

Su Jie looked at His disheveled appearance, and a slow smile spread across his face. He raised his right hand and loosely clenched his fist.

Fate's judgment.

The Eternal figure, which was about to unleash its talent, suddenly froze.

He felt as if everything in his body had been drained in that instant—his innate abilities, bloodline powers, equipment effects, and all buffs were stripped away, leaving him completely clean, as if he had been washed from head to toe.

Ten breaths.

He didn't know what had happened; he only knew that his condition had plummeted to rock bottom, and even maintaining his frail body had become difficult.

The eighth-tier supreme god general's fists rained down on him, each punch tearing away a large chunk of flesh from his mangled body.

He wanted to retaliate, but his talents were unusable; He wanted to ignite the Wheel of Eternity, but his powers were locked.

He wanted to unleash eternal fire, but that damned bead hung over Su Jie's head, watching him intently.

Ten breaths later, the restraints on His head finally disappeared. Before He could even catch his breath, Su Jie delivered another Judgment of Fate.

Ten more breaths.

That eternal will roared madly in the chaotic sea, and grayish-white foam seeped wildly from the cracks in its sponge-like brain tissue, a sign that its soul essence was rapidly disintegrating in anger.

Su Jie looked at the bubbles and almost burst out laughing.

It was all just bubbles, a fleeting spark; all his anger would eventually amount to nothing more than a handful of ashes.

Su Jie did not stop; he cast Fate's Judgment five times in total.

Within those fifty breaths, He was like a warrior stripped of his armor, standing naked before an eighth-tier supreme god general, being punched and kicked repeatedly.

His remaining body was disintegrating, and fragments of the Wheel of Eternity were peeled away from his body and scattered in the chaotic sea.

At the moment when the fifty breaths ended, He was left with only half a head; His chest cavity was gone, His heart was gone, and the bone fragment was gone too.