Land of Darkness.

“No… this is the true Path of the Forbidden… sowing the Immortal Seed!”

The Silent One’s gaze shifted in shock as he looked up at the Dark Throne and spoke:

“Is it your other form?”

The Path of the Forbidden… it was created by the entity seated upon the Dark Throne, who single-handedly forged the Fifth Great Civilization.

Since the twelve progenitors of the Forebears perished and the End of Myriad Paths sank into darkness, no one has been able to cultivate it!

This is because, after the entity on the Dark Throne withdrew and sealed itself, the pathways of Immortal, Saint, Divine, and Chaos cultivation all vanished, and no one could uncover the extinct Immortal Seed!

Throughout all eras, since the Four Great Extinctions, only the being on the Dark Throne has managed to trace time itself, reverse harvest the Immortal Path, gather Sacred Origins, seize Divine Laws, and traverse the Chaos Sea!

But now, within the Forbidden World, signs of sowing an Immortal Seed have unexpectedly appeared…

Could it be the other form of the presence on the Dark Throne taking action?

Yet, the being on the throne mere spoke indifferently:

“He did not act.”

“He has not even left his village, still just a Nascent Soul.”

Upon hearing this, the Silent One frowned.

The entity on the Dark Throne, who observed its other form with a singular eye, does not lie.

But then, who could sow the Immortal Seed?

“Whoever it is, in this age, proving the Immortal Seed is intolerable!”

The Silent One regarded the presence atop the Dark Throne and said coldly:

“If so, the Dark Firmament will be enraged and will act!”

But the being upon the Dark Throne merely yawned long and lazily, saying:

“Then, go ahead and try.”

After speaking, rhythmic breaths emanated from the Dark Throne, as if the entity upon it had descended into slumber.

The entire darkness was left enveloped by these rhythmic breaths, plunging into sudden silence.

It was like the calm before the storm!

The Silent One turned suddenly, bowing deeply toward the black gate in the depths of darkness.

In that moment, the quiet black gate within the dark abyss abruptly swung open!

From within the black gate, a massive, pitch-black hand suddenly extended!

This hand was like a colossal beast spanning the primordial black void, suppressing the heavens and earth, causing the dark space to roil as fearsome black mist poured from its surface, billowing like sea clouds!

“This is… Supreme?!”

Before the Dark Throne, the Silent One’s six disciples suddenly changed in expression, trembling with intense fear!

They knelt directly to the ground, shaking uncontrollably, refusing to lift their heads in reverence.

The dark space seemed as though it would utterly shatter, cracking like frail ice under the thunderous grasp of the immense claw, its destruction imminent.

The Silent One lowered his head, performing the highest courtesy of the Silent Way toward the dominant black hand.

With storms raging and thunderous force surging, a palm capable of suppressing universes swept horizontally through.

Silence fell upon the dark space once more; only the tranquil breathing from the Dark Throne persisted. Even amid such terrifying spectacle, the being seated upon the Dark Throne slumbered undisturbed.

That immense dark hand, within mere moments, traversed the dark space, reaching the edges of the Forbidden World.

Boom!

In that instant, the entire Forbidden World trembled violently, as if thin paper torn across its entirety.

The Forbidden World felt the shock across the Nine Continents; every living being appeared gripped by an overwhelming threat, their spirits shaken to the core.

Phenomena of terror unfolded amid heaven and earth: rivers reversed their course, the land fractured and collapsed, flora withered, mountains crumbled, the great sun exploded, seawaters evaporated, and moon and stars fell! Blood rained from the hidden heavens above, covering the Nine Continents in rivers of blood.

These events did not truly transpire; it was heaven and earth’s warning, foretelling the calamity soon to come upon all souls.

This apocalyptic omen spread across the Nine Continents, filling millions with abject fear.

“What is happening… is this the end of days?”

“Just moments ago, celestial phenomena spread across the Nine Continents. Could it have been the Heavenly Emperor proving the Dao? But why has it turned into a destructive air pervading heavens and earth, with the Sky Vault bleeding and the land howling in sorrow?”

“Life recoils, heaven and earth wail in anguish. This must be the dark adversary… Is the calamity of darkness upon us? Has the dark scourge truly arrived?”

Countless powerful cultivators emerged from their seclusion, filled with despair.

“Is this… is this aura beyond even the Great Emperor’s?”

“It’s over. Who could possibly resist? In an era without the Heavenly Emperor, not even a resurrected Emperor Zhantian could stand against this menace!”

“Where are the Great Emperors of the world? With darkness threatening to extinguish existence, where do they hide, lofty as they are?!”

Across the lands, voices cried out and prayers rose!

But the colossal black hand broke through the Forbidden World’s barriers, sweeping like an endless river of darkness spanning millions of li, hurtling toward Gengyuan Continent.

“This is an unparalleled force of darkness targeting the Gengyuan Continent’s Dao-prover!”

“I understand now… The true dark calamity has yet to arrive. It’s that someone from Gengyuan Continent has taken the forbidden step of sowing the Immortal Seed, the true omen of prohibition, thus invoking darkness’s ire!”

“It’s the Immortal Seed that truly unsettles the darkness!”

At that moment, many scholars comprehended the dark hand’s ultimate purpose.

“No matter what… darkness seeks to annihilate the hope of our Forbidden World!”

“Where are the Great Emperors of the world to shield us?!”

Across the land were cries of desperation!

“How can the Forbidden World allow darkness to trample upon it!”

At that moment, from one of the Nine Continents—the Heavenly Emperor Continent—where the ruins of Emperor Zhantian’s Court lay, a voice swept across the vast heavens. A figure stood tall, hands clasped behind their back, radiating a spirit to battle against the heavens themselves!

It was a man who emerged from the nearly obliterated Heavenly Emperor Continent; under his feet, the Heavenly Emperor’s Dao appeared, unfolding.

His long hair cascaded like silken veils, his aura shook the universe, yet his right arm bore only an empty sleeve!

“Emperor Zhantian… it is Emperor Zhantian!”

“He… he hasn’t died?”

“No, that is merely his lingering will, his enduring aspiration, his indomitable fighting spirit… Emperor Zhantian, who fought without relent his entire life, attained reference to the Heavenly Emperor’s Wheel from his crippled form… he has returned! He has come back!”

At that moment, the masses erupted in emotion and cried out in unison, as this figure inspired uncontainable tears from countless souls!

“The Heavenly Emperor may have perished, but his will remains!”

“Emperor Zhantian… do you still linger? Old soldiers have come forth, ready to fight alongside!”

“The Heavenly Emperor… remains with his loyal warriors, for there are still heated-blooded men in these times!”

And as Emperor Zhantian’s shadow materialized once more in the heavens, mighty warriors began to gather above the skies of Gengyuan Continent!

These were veterans, bearing scars older than time itself, their bodies frail, disfigured, yet their spirits burning fiercely!

“Saint Fufeng stands with the Support Wind Great Holy Sword in hand; I am ready for battle once more!”

An elderly man, missing both hands, perched on a wheelchair, with only one leg remaining, appeared, gripping his broken war sword in his mouth despite his hair white as winters. Sёarᴄh the nôᴠel Fire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

“Does anyone still recall my name, Twilight Hammer God… hahaha!”

A burly man appeared with a massive iron hammer strapped to his back, though his eyes were blinded, and half of his body corroded by darkness, he laughed boldly.

“They come… I come too… our old brothers, this band of defeated soldiers… we reunite!”

An elder with a long spear strode forward, an oozing, blackened hole gaping from his chest!

Within heaven and earth, there were over ten towering figures—all old warriors once loyal to the War Heaven Emperor’s Court— elder remnants of a bygone war against darkness!

“They have gathered.”

The shadow of Emperor Zhantian, with his missing right arm, spoke softly as he lifted his gaze, staring coldly toward the immense dark hand.

“The Supreme of darkness… you’ve gone too far.”

Raising his left hand, he struck toward the looming dark hand.

“Kill!”

Behind Emperor Zhantian, the elderly soldiers unleashed their might—each wielding power comparable to Celestial Kings and Great Saints!

“Mere remnants!”

From within the black mist came a cold voice. The consuming black fog expanded, intent on quelling heaven and earth itself!

Emperor Zhantian’s shadow and the attacks of the old soldiers were extinguished before the overwhelming might of the dark hand.

Upon witnessing this, all souls fell into despair!

Not even the Heavenly Emperor could uphold resistance. How could victory be claimed?

“She is the hope of the Path of the Forbidden.”

Emperor Zhantian pointed toward Su Baiqian atop Mount Jin Di, commanding:

“Protect her escape.”

After speaking, he waved his hand, and using Great Divine Power, he transported his loyal warriors onto Mount Jin Di.

Yet, he himself turned away, facing the colossal dark hand head-on, uttering softly:

“As the Heavenly Emperor, to fail this world is my shame…”

“Zhantian bears guilt.”

He whispered quietly, prepared to confront the darkness with his final lingering shadow.

Within the vast heavens, the oppressive force of darkness surged, its Supreme Will suppressing worlds. Amid an era devoid of emperors, with trembling souls, Zhantian’s crippled and frail shadow stood solitary against the immense dark hand.

Alone against the darkness, but unyielding in spirit!

As the dark hand descended, Zhantian’s shadow, akin to a candle’s flame flickering wildly in the storm, braced for imminent extinguishment.

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