Dead!
The SkyFire Emperor had, without a doubt, fallen on the spot.
What remained here was merely the altar of his life essence that he had forged himself. Within the altar, he had inscribed his true spirit. If someone in the future were to call upon his true name, or even worship him and accumulate massive power of sacrifice, then there might be a chance for the SkyFire Emperor to return from the void and be reborn through the altar.
The flame burning on the altar was none other than the life-origin flame the SkyFire Emperor had condensed—the Five Elements Heavenly Fire. Also present was the True Spirit of Destiny that belonged to the SkyFire Empire.
It was evident that the Destiny True Spirit now appeared dispirited, its divine radiance extremely dim.
ROAR!!
From the void, a seven-clawed golden dragon tore through the air. With a mighty dragon's roar, it opened its mouth and swallowed the Destiny True Spirit of the SkyFire Empire in one gulp. The True Spirit had no power to resist at all—not due to rank alone, but also due to an overwhelming difference in strength.
After swallowing, the dragon's entire body swelled explosively.
In the blink of an eye, it reached a massive ten thousand zhang in length.
This was the level of a seven-clawed golden dragon—reaching such a size was absolutely not an easy feat. Over the years, it had devoured the fate of numerous realms, and along with the fate gained through Eternal Coins, had grown to its current form—not without struggle. Among fate dynasties, its growth rate was astonishing enough to inspire the envy and jealousy of countless others.
Of course, once the remaining six major realms were completely devoured, Da Yi's Destiny True Dragon would undergo another tremendous growth.
As soon as the Destiny True Spirit was swallowed, the SkyFire Empire utterly collapsed, with no remaining chance for revival.
"What a pity. Though he could be called a true emperor, worthy of ruling a fate dynasty, and though the bloodline of the Fire Clan was strong… unfortunately, this Saint King is stronger. This isn't about right or wrong—only victory or defeat. In wars between fate dynasties, it's either you die or I perish."
Yi Tianxing had come to deliver his final send-off—that was already the highest form of respect he could offer to the SkyFire Emperor.
The SkyFire Emperor could not be considered weak. It was simply that Yi Tianxing was stronger. By now, the Innate Yin-Yang Law Pillar in his congenital Yin-Yang Eyes had reached a completion of eighty-five percent. This meant that, in terms of concept, it had already entered the realm of Dao Proving. Purely in terms of magical power, the strength of his innate Yin-Yang Life Aperture had definitely reached the Dao Proving level—and it was innate divine magic on top of that. Not to mention the additional amplification from the Heavenly Emperor Altar, making its power utterly unfathomable.
Yin-Yang Shears was an innate killing-type divine ability.
When unleashed at full force, even though the SkyFire Emperor had condensed all of his accumulated strength and foundation, he was still directly severed by one snip—his soul and Primordial Spirit destroyed completely by the Yin-Yang Shears. This display was brutally overwhelming. Few of the same tier could compare.
Of course, what appeared to be a casual blow was, in truth, near his peak power.
For the SkyFire Emperor, to die by the Yin-Yang Shears was no disgrace.
"Pass on my command. Build a cenotaph for the SkyFire Emperor. Erect a monument, record his deeds. Temporarily seal off Heavenly Fire City."
Yi Tianxing spoke calmly.
Immediately afterward, one could see the Heavenly Emperor's war chariot beginning to move. The Ancient Nine Dragons pulled the chariot, tearing through the air toward the Feathered Realm. In the sky, golden light spread for ten thousand miles, heavenly flowers scattered like rain, and divine conches echoed. Immortal figures followed.
The SkyFire Emperor had returned to the void—now, for the other fate dynasty rulers, Yi Tianxing would personally attend to send them off as well. He would not show favoritism.
He hadn't originally intended to intervene, but the SkyFire Emperor had piqued his interest. Now that he had come, he wouldn't just return without action. It would be better to send all these emperors to the void, allowing Da Yi's unification of the major realms to enter a new phase.
Nine Dragons pulling the chariot—Yi Tianxing advanced, with no intention to hide his presence.
Along the way, countless beings looked up and saw the endless golden light stretching across the sky, the Ancient Nine Dragons soaring through the void. The emitted aura stunned all who sensed it. It was as if a true Heavenly Emperor was patrolling the heavens and traveling across the realms.
"So powerful… this aura… truly worthy of being the legendary Saint King Yi!"
"Nine Dragons patrolling the heavens—Saint King on the move. That's the direction of Feathered Realm. Is he planning to strike personally?"
"Seems like Da Yi has run out of patience—they want to settle the matter in one move."
Hidden in the shadows, many cultivators of other races were shocked and instinctively buried themselves deeper in hiding. No one dared to reveal themselves at a time like this. To stand out now… would mean death.
The Heavenly Emperor's war chariot entered the Feathered Realm, and within just a quarter-hour, it tore out through the void once more—heading to the Goldstone Realm, then the Beastmen Realm, the Dragon Beast Realm, and the Titan Realm.
In a single day, he patrolled all eight major realms.
Then, he returned to Xuanhuang City.
News spread like wildfire across the world:
"Saint King Yi entered Feathered Realm. The Feathered Great Emperor fled without a fight, retreating to the ancestral court of the Winged People. Most of the Winged race had already evacuated—only a few stragglers remained scattered."
"In the Goldstone Realm, the Gold Emperor stayed behind in Golden City. The Golden race mostly withdrew. Gold fought Saint King Yi head-on—he burned his essence to the limit, golden light swept across a hundred thousand miles, but in the end, fell to the Yin-Yang Shears. A cenotaph was erected by Yi Tianxing to honor his legacy."
"In the Beastmen Realm, Lionheart Emperor fought Saint King Yi in a bloody battle. The Lion Emperor Bell was shattered, and Lionheart perished."
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These reports spread at terrifying speed.
One emperor after another—either killed in battle or fleeing to preserve their lives, unwilling to die for nothing. Reactions were mixed—some scorned the cowards, others praised them for knowing when to retreat. After all, staying alive was better than dying in vain. Reaching such heights of cultivation, who would want to fall so easily?
As for those who died on the battlefield, even the various foreign races held a deep respect.
Even in death, they remained true emperors.
With the fate dynasty rulers either dead or escaped, resistance immediately crumbled.
Many cities were destroyed, while Da Yi immortal cities sprang up like bamboo shoots after rain—emerging one after another. The Iron-Blooded Great Wall extended at shocking speed, rapidly absorbing all eight major realms into Da Yi's grasp.
Masses of human civilians migrated to each newly built immortal city.
These cities quickly moved from foundation to prosperity. Shops opened immediately, bounty hunters roamed the wilderness, and endless fate energy was born—flowing into the seven-clawed golden dragon. The Destiny Dragon swelled again, unknowingly expanding to seventeen thousand zhang in length.
Fate surged.
In a flash, half a month had passed.
In the eight major realms, tremendous changes occurred daily.