Chapter 1412, The World-Shaking Dharma Avatar

Translator:  Ashish

Translation Checker: Silvain

 

*Boooooom…Boooooom…Boooooom…* Thunderous explosions beyond imagination rolled endlessly through the Starry Sky.

 

Looking toward the source, one could see countless golden willow branches of the Demon Emperor. They were like innumerable peerless experts surging toward the six-winged Purple Dragon at the horizon.

 

This was the Willow Deity Art. It was a peerless supreme technique created by the Demon Emperor himself, which rendered his branches endless and indestructible, and vitality bottomless.

 

Ten thousand branches struck forth, some stabbing, some piercing, some lashing.

 

Wave after wave of attacks drowned the enemy completely.

 

Visible to the naked eye, even the six-winged Purple Dragon that blotted out the Heavens and spanned several star systems was forced into a continuous retreat.

 

“Demon Emperor…!”

 

“The Demon Emperor is mighty!”

 

“We pay our respects to the Demon Emperor…!”

 

Cry after cry rang out as countless powerhouses were moved to tears of joy.

 

In the past, they had never truly acknowledged the Demon Emperor…

 

However, now, watching that figure fight without regard for life or death, suppressing the Void Hegemon head-on, they finally realized that the Demon Emperor, at some point, had already begun to shelter the entire universe.

 

‘The greater the power, the greater the responsibility.’

 

And the Demon Emperor, as the undisputed number one beneath the Heavens, now truly lived up to that title.

 

“Is the Demon Emperor really this strong? Even the Void Hegemon can hardly withstand him?”

 

“This is far too terrifying…”

 

Exclamations followed one after another as the newly awakened Dream Dragon, the Lord of Reincarnation, and the others stared with eyes widened several times over.

 

They had always acknowledged that the Demon Emperor was strong, but never had they imagined he would be strong to this extent.

 

This…

 

Just then, as if sensing something, a cool, clear voice suddenly echoed through the Starry Sky, “The Demon Emperor has already achieved Seventh Order in Physical Evolution, his body has reached its ultimate limit. The Void Hegemon may be strong, but does he really think he can contend with the Demon Emperor head-on in pure physical combat?”

 

The one who spoke was Ni Shang, the Phoenix Clan’s Matriarch.

 

At this moment, clad in flowing seven-colored robes, she stood within the cosmos. However, the gaze she cast toward the battlefield could no longer remain calm.

 

Her beautiful eyes were filled with excitement and joy. And if one were to look closely, they would discover that her eyes held only that single, peerlessly radiant golden figure.

 

The stronger and prouder a woman was, the more charming she would see witnessing the Demon Emperor’s unparalleled beauty and elegance, his domineering presence, and his arrogant bearing of looking down upon the entire world.

 

…

 

And at that very moment, as if to validate Ni Shang’s words…

 

“Die…” A deafening roar, akin to clap of thunder, echoed.

 

In an instant, countless divine chains erupted, carrying a torrent of golden radiance that flooded the entire Starry Sky.

 

*Boooooom…* A colossal explosion rang out. Even the all-encompassing six-winged Purple Dragon staggered, its massive form sent flying backward.

 

*Boooooom…Boooooom…Boooooom…* As it was hurled away, the six-winged Purple Dragon smashed through one planet after another, shattering them to pieces.

 

“De…mon… Em…per…or…!” A roar of fury that seemed born of absolute rage erupted as a beam of purple light suddenly shot forth from the Dragon’s brow.

 

A closer look revealed it to be a tall slender figure identical to before, also bearing six wings.

 

The only exception was that it appeared illusory.

 

This was none other than the True Spirit of the Void Hegemon.

 

Now, the Void Hegemon was no longer content with an ultimate clash of physical bodies. He intended to engage in True Spirit combat. (Soul combat)

 

One had to know, the clash between True Spirits was unlike anything else.

 

It was vastly more perilous than even physical bodies.

 

Right then…

 

*Hahaha…* The Demon Emperor threw back his head in unrestrained laughter, welcoming the challenge without hesitation.

 

*Boooooom…* A deafening roar shook the Heavens as a slender figure stepped out from within the colossal tree spanning across space.*

 

That figure possessed peerless elegance, yet carried itself with immense pride and arrogance, seemingly looking down on the entire world.

 

This was the Demon Emperor’s Dharma Avatar.

 

In an instant, he drew the attention of the entire cosmos.

 

His Dharma Avatar was simply astonishing. Standing there alone, radiating brilliance beyond compare, he looked like a blazing sun.

 

Wisps of white mist swirled around him, and a vast and magnificent panorama unfurled behind him.

 

It was the Wilderness, Yu Zi Yu’s Tenth Realm, a realm that had given birth to an ancient and powerful civilization.

 

Upon closer inspection, this world contained countless ancient kingdoms. Within them, myriad gods and demons prostrated themselves in worship toward a figure, the sound of their chanting echoing across the void.

 

Faintly, it seemed endless divine beings were praying in solemn reverence. Shimmering specks of light gathered toward that figure, bathing that figure in a misty radiance. The entire sight made the figure like it stood at the center of all creation, timeless and Immortal.

 

This was the Demon Emperor.

 

Above Heaven and below, the strongest being in the universe.

 

…

 

A sudden, earth-shattering roar erupted from the far end of the Starry Sky.

 

Now, the battle was no longer limited to physical clashes. The Purple Dragon’s True Spirit and Yu Zi Yu’s awe-inspiring Dharma Avatar were also locked in a horrific battle.

 

And their speed had surpassed all common understanding.

 

*Whoosh… whoosh…* Swooshing sounds echoed one after another, as scenes of the True Spirit and Dharma Avatar battling appeared in rapid succession across the cosmos.

 

In one instant, they were exchanging kicks and punches upon a barren planet.

 

At the same time, they were already locked in a desperate struggle amid the depths of the Starry Sky.

 

And when one shifted their gaze again, they would find the two figures colliding at a distant horizon, unleashing dazzling yet powerful attacks.

 

It could be said that in every corner of the cosmos, their figures were engaged in combat.

 

Staring blankly at the spectacle, countless powerhouses fell into silence.

 

After all, the entire thing was terrifying, far too terrifying.

 

This had utterly exceeded both their understanding and their imagination.

 

“Their speed has surpassed time itself, that’s why scenes of their battle appear everywhere.”

 

“No… rather than saying their speed has surpassed time, it’s more accurate to say that they have split into countless manifestations, each one locked in battle…”

 

One explanation after another rang out, causing countless listeners to suck in sharp breaths, horror written all over their faces.

 

Meanwhile, on the other side, the Lord of Reincarnation, the pitiful existence who had been utterly trampled earlier, felt an overwhelming urge to dig a hole and crawl into it.

 

Without comparison, there would be no pain.

 

Before the Void Hegemon, he had been little more than a plaything.

 

And now, even the Demon Emperor was actually like this.

 

“Master… Please tell me, is your inheritance really genuine!?”

 

Lamenting in his heart, the Lord of Reincarnation wore a face filled with grief and indignation. He had originally intended to unleash his fury, and make a name in the process.

 

But now… he had utterly disgraced the name of the Underworld.

 

At this moment, he could almost see himself nailed to a pillar of shame, condemned and mocked by future generations.

 

“If this great calamity truly passes… I will enter seclusion unto death. If I do not step into Tier-7, the Realm of Hegemony, I will never emerge.”

 

Making this silent vow, the Lord of Reincarnation, who was normally a carefree, unrestrained scholar, revealed an unexpected seriousness.