deltrittennovels Chapter 431 Bloodstained Imperial Pass
Chapter 431 Bloodstained Imperial Pass
As the Imperial Pass Great Wall materialized, the 112 figures streaked across the sky like meteors, rushing into the ancient Great Wall behind the massive bronze gate without hesitation. The entire Nine Heavens Continent returned to a brief period of calm once more.
There were no grand pronouncements or eloquent speeches.
For these ancient monsters who have lived for tens of thousands of years, all language is inadequate.
Only their resolute backs proclaimed to the world their determination to succeed or die trying.
They endured countless years of solitude and darkness, all for this moment!
"They're inside..."
"Over a hundred peak Quasi-Emperors, they've all gone in..."
"Such a lineup, such an imposing presence, is rarely seen throughout history!"
On the Nine Heavens Continent, countless cultivators gazed up at the magnificent Great Wall that stretched across the cosmos, their hearts filled with awe and sighs.
"With so many senior figures joining forces, even a true emperor resurrected would probably have to avoid their sharp edge, right?"
"Yes... this generation's struggle for the imperial path may have ended before it even truly began."
"Alas, what a pity for those geniuses of our time, born at the wrong time!"
An elder from the holy land of the Eastern Wilderness sighed.
"My Holy Son possesses unparalleled talent. If given another five hundred years, he would surely reach the quasi-emperor level! Unfortunately... time waits for no one."
"The Great Emperor of this generation is destined to be born from among these old monsters."
This idea not only permeated the Nine Heavens Continent, but also quickly spread to every corner of the universe.
Whether it's a massive ancient clan occupying a star field, a renowned holy land, or a rogue cultivator hidden in a small world.
The vast majority of them believed that one of these experienced and profound quasi-emperors would surely succeed in ascending to the top, becoming an emperor, and ruling this universe for 20,000 years.
Some of the most promising talents of our time, who were originally full of vigor and determined to seize the mandate of heaven, couldn't help but feel a deep sense of powerlessness and dejection.
Looking at their own cultivation levels, which had just reached the Saint realm or barely touched the threshold of the Great Saint realm, and then at the more than one hundred terrifying Quasi-Emperor auras in the sky, their ambitions were instantly extinguished by more than half.
"Is this fate?"
"We strive so hard in our cultivation, fighting tooth and nail to cross the threshold, only to end up as mere foils to these old monsters?"
"Heaven is unjust! Heaven is unjust!"
A young deity stood atop the mountain, gazing in the direction of the Imperial Pass Great Wall, his eyes filled with resentment, and the divine sword in his hand emitted mournful cries.
……
However, contrary to the widespread optimism from the outside world.
Those ancient families and immortal dynasties that have been passed down for hundreds of thousands or even millions of years have remained surprisingly silent on this matter.
Even indifference.
In the Central Plains of the Nine Heavens Continent, deep within the Great Xia Dynasty.
An emperor, dressed in a dragon robe and exuding an unfathomable aura, sat on the dragon throne, listening to the discussions of the ministers below, a mocking smile on his face.
"The Emperor?"
"Hmph, they're nothing but a bunch of dying people."
"If the throne of the Great Emperor were so easily obtained, then the world would be overflowing with Great Emperors by now!"
The emperor's gaze was deep and unfathomable, as if he could see through the mists of time.
"Throughout history, how many remnants of the old era have been able to defy fate and prove their worth in the new era?"
"Heaven is merciless, and time is like a knife."
"From the moment they chose to seal themselves off, their Dao heart was already cracked, and their fortune began to decline."
"To bear the destiny of this world with a decaying body?"
"Difficult! Difficult! Difficult!!"
"If any of these old fogies manage to become emperor, I'll devour this dragon throne on the spot!"
……
Time flows by quietly like water.
One day... two days... three days...
In the blink of an eye, seven days had passed.
During these seven days, the Great Wall of Diguan did not witness the earth-shattering battle that everyone had imagined, nor were there any extraordinary signs of anyone attaining enlightenment.
It was like a silent behemoth, lying quietly across the starry sky, devouring the figures of more than a hundred quasi-emperors without causing a ripple.
This deathly silence only made the cultivators outside feel more uneasy and oppressed.
Many quasi-emperors, even bringing their own genius descendants, traveled thousands of miles to the Nine Heavens Continent just to get a close look at this legendary imperial pass.
"Watch closely."
"This is the Imperial Pass Great Wall, a manifestation of the Great Way, and an essential path to becoming an emperor."
"Although you cannot set foot there yet, experiencing that aura in advance will greatly benefit your future cultivation."
An old quasi-emperor from the Northern Plains pointed to the Great Wall in the sky and gave earnest advice to several young juniors around him.
The young men stared wide-eyed, desperately trying to decipher the patterns on the Great Wall and comprehend a trace of the laws of the Emperor.
Just then.
Buzz————
The massive bronze door, which had been tightly closed for seven days, suddenly emitted a muffled tremor.
Followed by.
creak-
The giant gate slowly opened a crack.
"They're out!"
"Someone's coming out!!"
A gasp erupted from the crowd, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the crack, eager to see who would be the first to emerge and whether they had already attained the Dao and become an Emperor.
But when the first figure emerged from the crack in the door, the entire room fell into a deathly silence.
It was an old man.
Or rather, it was a walking skeleton.
His flesh and blood were almost completely dried up, and his once dazzling golden armor was now tattered and covered with deep claw marks and sword wounds that revealed the bone.
One of his arms had completely disappeared, and eerie black mist swirled around the severed end, constantly eroding his life force.
But what's most terrifying about him isn't his physical injuries, but his decline.
That kind of life flame, like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.
The gloom and despair in those eyes.
"Cough cough..."
The old man coughed violently, each cough accompanied by a spit of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.
He staggered out, ignoring the shocked stares around him and uttering not a word.
It just flew mechanically and listlessly in a certain direction.
That was his hometown, the place where he was buried.
Followed by.
The second... the third... the fourth...
One after another, more than a dozen figures emerged from behind the door.
Without exception.
They were all critically injured and on the verge of death, their life force extremely depleted!
Some couldn't even maintain their human form and could only transform into their original bodies, dragging their broken bodies as they crawled with difficulty.
The quasi-emperor laws within them were shattered, and their once domineering and supreme aura had vanished completely.
All that remains is endless desolation and loneliness.
"This...this is..."
The onlookers were stunned.
These are the quasi-emperors at the peak of their power who stormed in with great momentum.
Are these the old monsters who claim they're going to sweep through the Imperial Road?
How could it have turned into this horrible state in just seven days?!
"What...what exactly happened?"