Back then, the Fallen Holy Son perished at Yi Tianxing's hands.Although, in the years since his fall, he had managed to reincarnate through the power of the Eternal Night's divine blessing, once more being reborn into the Fallen Demon Clan, his fate was already crippled. The loss of fortune, the spiritual trauma, even his very aptitude had been greatly diminished. Though still a prodigy, he was far inferior to what he once had been, no longer worthy of the ranks of moonlight peerless geniuses.
If not for the existence of younger successors within the clan to take up the mantle of Holy Son, the Fallen Clan might not even have been able to produce a single moonlight-level genius. Yet even so, the loss of the Fallen Holy Son was irreparable.
This was the Golden Era. Missing a single year could create an insurmountable gap. To fall once meant that both fortune and talent were gravely wounded. Most importantly, without the Eternal Night's divine blessing, if he were to fall again, even the chance of reincarnation would vanish forever.
And above all—the Fallen Holy Son was his own blood son.
Yes, his very son.
Slain by Yi Tianxing's hand. That hatred had long since etched itself deep within his mind.
Etched into his very bones, an unerasable grudge.
Now, at the sight of Yi Tianxing, the hatred that had been buried deep instantly ignited, surging up uncontrollably. His eyes burned with naked killing intent, impossible to conceal.
"Yi Tianxing, today you must die! Killing you will remove a great scourge for my Eternal Night!"
This mighty figure of the Fallen Demon Clan was known as Wu Nie.
He was the Second Grand Elder of the Fallen Demon Clan.
As his words fell, his eyes turned crimson.
Behind him, a sudden flash of light burst forth. In the void behind him, demonic light bloomed, and one after another pair of pitch-black wings manifested. In a blink, a full nine pairs of wings had appeared. Each pair vast enough to blot out heaven and earth. When they unfurled, the very starlight around them was swallowed whole.
"Fallen Demon Sword!!"
A chilling shout rang out.
Countless black feathers flew from his wings into the air, and in a breath they gathered overhead. Each black feather merged into the whole until, in an instant, they condensed into a colossal black sword. This sword resembled a fallen angel of demonic light—its head forming the hilt, its body and legs forming the blade. From it emanated mysterious ancient whispers, planting dark desires into the minds of all who heard.
Endless cravings, endless corruption.
Shua!!
The Fallen Demon Sword, in the posture of splitting heaven and earth, slashed down at Yi Tianxing.
The entire world trembled violently at that strike, as though one sword could cleave creation in half.
Its aura was utterly terrifying.
From the sword came a locking intent, an inescapable strike aimed wholly at Yi Tianxing.
"Interesting. Since you wish to fight, then this Emperor shall accompany you!"
Yi Tianxing's eyes flickered with a sharp glint of battle intent.
"I am the Heavenly Emperor. The Heavenly Emperor commands the dragon—slaying all enemies!!"
His cold shout resounded.
At once, a blazing dragon of light manifested behind him. That Bright Dragon surged with the aura of pure radiance. In the blink of an eye it expanded to tens of thousands of feet, then hundreds of thousands of feet long, filling the void of Eternal Night.
It was a true dragon—every scale, every claw vividly lifelike. From its body emanated the aura of pure dragon bloodline, a feeling of true draconic legitimacy. It radiated uprightness, supreme yang, holiness beyond measure. Before its light, all evil was banished.
And in the dragon's eyes gleamed a profound spiritual wisdom, as though it possessed true sentience.
As it appeared, its aura shook the heavens, laws and powers converging upon it. Its presence reached the Dao-proving realm, wielding the profound principles of the Law of Light, scattering all darkness.
The Bright Dragon immediately struck at the Fallen Demon Sword. Its claws descended like the heavens' net itself, suffused with martial intent, an unavoidable strike that left no path to escape.
This was one of the Dragon Commanding Eight Forms—martial battle skills created specifically for the Heavenly Emperor's Commanding Dragon divine ability.
That claw strike was the Heaven's Net Claw. Once unleashed, nothing under heaven or earth could evade it. It was the net of fate itself.
Martial truth fused with divine ability, the Bright Dragon's strike carried unmatched force, as if heaven and earth were overturning.
Ding!!Boom!!
The collision erupted with deafening thunder.
Light and darkness clashed like water and fire, exploding into dazzling brilliance that outshone the stars, releasing destructive power that was utterly terrifying.
The Fallen Demon Sword instantly began to fracture, splitting into countless feathers once again. Each feather became a razor-sharp sword, forming a storm of sword-feathers that swallowed the Bright Dragon whole.
The Bright Dragon was wounded, its scales torn and its flesh gashed. Yet the light flowing through its body healed the wounds instantly.
With a resounding dragon's roar, it struck again, unleashing one form after another of the Dragon Commanding Eight Forms:
Treading the Seas
Collapsing the Mountains
Overturning the Rivers
Summoning the Winds
Calling the Rain
Sweeping the Clouds
Each strike clashed against the sword-feather storm. The dragon's massive body and divine power were unleashed without reserve. Countless feather swords were shattered, though many left scars on the dragon's flesh—yet none could kill it, as each wound was healed in moments.
"Eternal Night's augmentation of the Laws of Darkness is this strong? To fight them here is to expend twice the effort for half the result."
Yi Tianxing frowned, feeling clearly how unfriendly the Eternal Night World was to him.
Though equal in cultivation to this Fallen Demon Grand Elder, his attacks could not easily break through the Fallen Demon Sword. It was clear—this was the power of Eternal Night's world-blessing, the momentum of heaven and earth itself.
"So strong. Within Eternal Night, my own strength is amplified two or threefold against Eternal World cultivators. Yet Yi Tianxing, with merely one Bright Dragon, can stand against my Fallen Demon Sword… abnormal! No wonder he has suppressed our Eternal Night geniuses for so many years, no wonder even my son died at his hands. Truly not easy to deal with."
Wu Nie's eyes glinted with shock and gravity, but also fiercer killing intent.
"You want to kill me? This Emperor desires even more to kill you! One dragon is not enough? Then let there be more!"
Yi Tianxing's voice was calm, uncaring of the killing intent aimed at him.
ROAR! ROAR! ROAR!
At once, eight more dragons roared forth behind him—Water Dragon, Fire Dragon, Earth Dragon, Wind Dragon, Metal Dragon, Azure Dragon, Thunder Dragon, and Ice Dragon.
Each expanded to hundreds of thousands of feet, roaring and diving into the storm of sword-feathers.
Each embodied a different fundamental law: the gentleness yet violence of water, the ferocity of fire, the weight of earth, the swiftness of wind, the sharpness of metal, the chill of ice, the destruction of thunder, and the vitality of the azure.
Every dragon unleashed the Dragon Commanding Eight Forms.
The divine martial skill, created precisely for them, brought their power to its pinnacle.
The storm of sword-feathers was torn apart, shattered across the void.
The nine dragons roared in unison, surrounding the Fallen Demon Elder.
BOOM!!
In the boundless radiance, the Dao-proving elder of the Demon Clan was torn apart by dragon claws.
In his final moment, his body erupted, self-detonating in a storm of laws that annihilated a million miles of space, dragging even his true spirit into destruction, leaving nothing behind.
Completely erased from heaven and earth.
(End of Chapter)