The world is devoid of light; the Dark One’s Dao has made the sun, moon, and stars all vanish.

This darkness, so intense it reaches the pinnacle, is enough to rob anyone of direction, evoking a sense of eternal solitude.

Darkness is a cage!

Yet, underneath this cage, someone has actually… raided his lair, stealing the most important item from the Dark Holy Land!

The Dark Holy Flame.

Understand, this flame was left behind by his master. It suppresses the Stairway of Ages.

As long as the Dark Holy Flame remains in the Dark Holy Land, the flame, light, and origin of the Saint Path will never be seen again—it will only ever be extinction and darkness.

That flame… represents his master’s Dao!

Who dares touch it? Even the Supreme must bow their head.

“Divine Jumper! Don’t think you can escape!”

The Dark One has now confirmed that, in this age, “that figure” has not directly acted—it must be the Divine Jumper who possesses the ability to maneuver freely within the cage of his darkness.

Instantly, he exerted Great Magical Power. A dark tempest swept across the heavens, threatening to engulf even time and space.

“If it were in your prime, I would never pursue you. But now, you only have a few remnants of your soul left, and yet, you dare to act so boldly—you’re courting death!”

He was certain the Divine Jumper wouldn’t last much longer.

But, at this moment.

High above in the Sky Domain, deep within the endless cosmos, a single drop of blood… suddenly appeared.

That drop of blood was akin to a raging flame, its golden brilliance tore open the curtain of darkness, piercing through the gloom that could devour sun, moon, and stars—it was unstoppable!

Within that drop of blood lay dormant the power of billions of volcanoes. As the blood emerged, countless phenomena unfolded—pillars of heaven crumbled, the southeast collapsed entirely, rivers backflowed… amidst these disasters, the radiance of the Saint Path suppressed all, bearing the forms of the Three Sovereigns, Five Emperors, and Ancient Great Sages, who seemed to channel themselves through that drop of blood!

“No… this is the Sacred Blood of the Saint Path?!”

The Dark One paled in shock, fear filling his gaze.

He no longer dared chase the Divine Jumper; instead, he turned and fled at an unimaginable speed, retreating from this realm entirely.

This was nothing short of frantic escape!

Because he understood deeply—if the Sacred Blood of the Saint Path had appeared… it meant “that figure” was genuinely acting now.

When “that figure” was indifferent, he dared to probe. He knew the other cared not.

But if the other truly began to care… then he must retreat as far away as possible!

Only then would he be safe!

In this moment, the entire world seemed to break free from the darkness of dawn, as golden light bathed the land.

Countless creatures broke out of their prisons of darkness and once again saw the radiance, once again saw the grass and trees before them. Many beings burst into tears of joy with overwhelming relief at surviving such calamity!

“What is that?”

“The golden light freed us from the darkness… is that the Holy Light of the mortal realm?”

“That golden light… carries the aura of the Saint Path!”

In this moment, time’s cultivators were all stirred, the world’s attention fixated on the sight.

From the cold, dark cosmos, a single drop of blood seemed to fall from ancient time and space, sinking into the cosmic soil.

Boom!

Instantly, the chilling aura of that cosmic soil dissipated, the dark mist evaporated, and that land of extinction erupted with golden light stretching millions of feet!

Like the Immortal Land of old, on this Sacred Soil, the aura of the Saint Path surged downward like rushing rivers, permeating the heavens and earth, allowing all living creatures to bathe in the sacred light.

Simultaneously, on the cosmic soil, massive golden characters surfaced, accompanied by sacred monuments, bronze bamboo, golden scriptures, jade scrolls, and myriad treasures, as though summoned from the depths of spacetime.

These were the sacred writings from ancient eras—an infinite treasury of the Saint Path. Amidst its boundless teachings, every cultivator could find their own Dao and ignite their inner flame of the Saint Path.

“Saint Path secrets! Enter and comprehend them!”

“Absolutely amazing, let’s go!”

“First came the Immortal Path, and now the Saint Path has emerged… heaven blesses our Forbidden World!”

Cultivators across the realm were ecstatic, countless rushing toward the Sacred Soil.

…

Within Mount Primordial Flame.

“No…”

At this moment, the Dark Fire Emperor and Dark Wood Emperor were struggling—the myriad radiance emanating from the Sacred Soil was actually slaughtering them!

Their origin of darkness continually drained, mist evaporating, causing their visages to pale like corpses. Many of the scars from swords and cuts upon their bodies reappeared; the life that darkness had bestowed upon them was dissipating.

“We were birthed from darkness, darkness will shield us… no…”

“That figure has already claimed a throne within the darkness, yet why does his other self still seek to kill us…”

The Dark Fire Emperor and Dark Wood Emperor felt resentful; even as Emperors, they were now as fragile as ants—soon, their origins completely vanished.

They became near-rotted corpses, collapsing onto the ground.

Fire Spirit and Mu Wanqing gazed upon this scene with heavy hearts.

These were their once-living bodies, but due to the darkness, they had gained a twisted semblance of life.

This sensation was deeply uncanny.

“Ah…”

Meanwhile, the other side saw Mo Tie’s cries of agony, a relentless wave of suffering.

He had completely collapsed onto the ground, and a blade of grass sprouted from his chest, born from his flesh and blood.

It was a pain beyond compare, consumed by a blade of grass, every inch of his body agonizingly devoured.

“No… I am Mo Tie, I am an Emperor, I devour all—how could I be counter-killed by a blade of grass…”

Mo Tie wailed bitterly, his organs slowly pierced and absorbed by the blade’s roots…

Finally, overcome by immense pain, he let out a horrible scream and fainted.

“Hahaha… all impure life must perish!”

“Absolute extinction begins with me—return purity to the cosmos!”

The Silent Struggle Emperor suddenly raised his hand, preparing to slap his own forehead!

He intended to commit suicide!

But, at this moment, Qing Chen suddenly spoke:

“Stop!”

The Silent Struggle Emperor looked at Qing Chen, his eyes slightly deranged, and said:

“What is it?”

Qing Chen replied:

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The Silent Struggle Emperor froze and asked:

“Selfish?”

Qing Chen said, “Of course!”

“Think about it—your sins are so heavy, yet you want to simply end it with one death? Isn’t that cowardly? Do you owe the cosmos nothing?”

“Don’t forget, killing one of you still leaves thousands and thousands of others like you!”

“You shouldn’t die like this. You should retain your body of use, tirelessly striving for the noble cause of returning purity to the cosmos. Go back to the darkness and hunt them down one by one, especially those young prodigies—the seedlings of hope—eliminate them while they’re still budding!”

“Use your finite life to fight for an infinite purpose. Use your youth to compose an epic that restores the cosmos’ purity!”

“Go forth; the cosmos’ law calls to you, the destiny of darkness awaits. For your grand dream, redeem your sin-laden soul!”

Qing Chen’s impassioned speech was utterly thunderous, shaking even the soul itself like an Ancient Bell booming!

“Use my finite life to fight for infinite purpose. Use my youth to compose an epic that restores the cosmos’ purity!”

At this moment, the Silent Struggle Emperor was moved. He clenched his fists as though he had seen the light!

“I’ll return… I’ll become a shadow hunter—kill them all, especially those young brats, before they grow up—from the roots out!”

He gritted his teeth!

Qing Chen patted his shoulder, praising, “Exactly. Remember, once you return, keep your silence. Don’t listen to anyone. Don’t communicate. Just act!”

After all, any interaction with others risked shattering Qing Chen’s web of persuasion!

The Silent Struggle Emperor nodded solemnly. Suddenly, he smelted away his own ears into blood and cut off his tongue!

With Divine Skills, he severed himself, entirely becoming deaf and mute.

His eyes burned with unshakable resolve—it was as if he were a blood-stained iron warrior, his intent shaking heaven and earth!

Qing Chen was stunned. This guy… went hard!

He couldn’t help but raise a thumb in approval, saying:

“Good!”

“You stupid mutt, hurry up and drag your brother out of here!”

Now that the other party had fully maimed themselves, Qing Chen casually dismissed them.

The Silent Struggle Emperor, unable to hear, still understood the gesture. He turned and dragged Mo Tie away.

At this moment, Mo Tie’s body was completely overgrown by the grass!

Nurtured by an Emperor’s flesh and blood!

Mo Tie was dead, his life completely consumed by a blade of grass.

“Tsk-tsk, top-quality fertilizer…”

Lu Rang retrieved his grass and replanted it in a flowerpot. Suddenly, he pulled out a handful of seeds, scattering them across Mo Tie’s corpse.

Instantly, Mo Tie’s broken veins grew anew, resembling tree roots. His corpse sat upright, lifelessly opening and closing its mouth!

“Resurrected?”

Qing Chen was surprised.

Lu Rang laughed and replied:

“Not resurrected… this is my Man-Eating Flower!”

“This type of flower will merge with Mo Tie’s former life form, then… consume creatures of his kind!”

Qing Chen couldn’t help saying, “Brother Green, you’re twisted!”

Lu Rang replied:

“You want to call me twisted? You tricked an Emperor into deafness and muteness. And you’re calling me out? Really?”

“So inhuman!”

At this point, the Silent Struggle Emperor had already picked up Mo Tie, nodded toward them, and walked away!

“These two… are so inhuman…”

Nearby, Mu Wanqing couldn’t help but sigh with a complicated expression.

These two Dark Emperors, figures once considered unmatched within the Forbidden World, had now been played by Senior Li’s disciples into such tragic states…

One rendered foolish and counting others’ coin, the other turned into a Man-Eating Flower consuming his own kind…

“Let’s go, fetch the lamp!”

At this moment, Qing Chen spoke up.

The fire of the mortal realm ignited, and the barrier had been opened!

…

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