"I didn't expect you to break through my Demon Emperor Armor... It seems I underestimated you!" The Yimo Emperor wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and then extended his arms. Instantly, an overwhelming torrent of pitch-black demonic aura surged around him, coalescing into a towering black shadow. "Xiao Yan, allow me to show you the true form of our Yimo Clan's Demon Emperor!"
That towering black shadow reached hundreds of thousands of zhang tall, its entire body wreathed in sinister demonic energy. The aura it exuded darkened the sky itself. The enormous figure had countless black arms, and each palm bore a grotesque eye that sent chills down one's spine.
"You have your Demon Emperor True Form, and I have my Dou Di Form!" Xiao Yan's hand seals changed rapidly. Beneath the Chaotic Demon Sea, countless volcanoes erupted once again, and blazing magma pillars shot into the air before flooding into his body. In a flash, Xiao Yan's body swelled to match the towering height of the Demon Emperor True Form. Dozens of fire dragons coiled around him, painting a dazzling sight.
"Dou Di Form? Hmph! Xiao Yan, let's see whether your Dou Di Form can overpower my Demon Emperor True Form!" The Yimo Emperor's colossal form let out a ferocious roar. He raised a palm and pressed down, instantly causing the land across millions of li to crumble into desolation.
Xiao Yan quickly sensed that the Yimo Emperor was forcibly drawing the energy from the land through brutal means. Moreover, an ancient, desolate aura was emanating from his body.
"He actually activated both the Primordial Ancestral Symbol and the Great Desolation Scripture…" Watching the scene, Qingtan couldn't help but feel worried for Xiao Yan. She had seen Lin Dong use the Great Desolation Scripture before, and the destructive power it could unleash was terrifying. Now, with the Yimo Emperor using it at peak Ancestral Rank alongside an Ancestral Symbol, the scale of devastation would be unimaginable.
"Roar!" As the Yimo Emperor amplified his power with both forces, a dragon's roar echoed from his body. Tens of millions of violet-gold lines lit up across him. Then, with a single punch, he launched a howling violet demonic dragon. The sky shattered wherever it passed. Even Xiao Yan found it hard to breathe under the oppressive ancient aura.
"Azure Sky Dragon Transformation Art! Evil Dragon Devours the Heavens!"
"Void Demon Body!" In response, Xiao Yan's hand seals shifted again. Crimson-black demonic markings rapidly surfaced across his Dou Di Form. In an instant, he had condensed a full thousand of them! Back when he was a Dou Sheng, he could only manage a hundred. But now, as a Dou Di, that number had multiplied tenfold.
Though a thousand demonic markings paled in comparison to the Yimo Emperor's tens of millions of violet-gold sigils, when the aura of bloodlust burst from Xiao Yan's body, even the Yimo Emperor's expression changed. Xiao Yan punched forward, and the thousand markings surged out like bloody meteors, slamming into the violet-gold dragon.
"Void Demon Body, Thousand Flame Stars!"
Boom! The blood-colored meteor and the violet dragon collided midair. A terrifying energy storm spread across the sky, reducing mountains within hundreds of thousands of li into dust. The members of the Seat King Hall watched with wide eyes. Though space shattered at the impact point, it rapidly healed—but even then, it remained in a void-like state for a long time under the residual force.
As the energy storm dissipated, two figures reappeared in the battlefield. Both Xiao Yan and the Yimo Emperor were drenched in blood, their Dou Di Form and Demon Emperor Form both shattered from the collision. It was clear just how devastating that clash had been.
Despite their severe injuries, both possessed regeneration abilities far beyond ordinary beings. With the aid of their divine treasures, they recovered significantly within mere breaths.
The Yimo Emperor's expression turned extremely grim. Clearly, Xiao Yan's strength had far exceeded his expectations. Every one of his previous attacks could have slain the former Symbol Ancestor with ease, yet Xiao Yan had blocked them all—and he hadn't even gained the upper hand.
Thanks to the regenerative abilities of the Flame of Living Spirits, Three Thousand Burning Flame, and the Undying Flame, Xiao Yan's healing was even faster than the Yimo Emperor's. He had no intention of letting that advantage slip. With a flick of his finger, a beam of grey light known as the Primal Heaven-Melting Light condensed and shot toward the Yimo Emperor.
The Yimo Emperor quickly dodged, barely avoiding the blast. But in the very next instant, Xiao Yan appeared behind him and smashed a fist toward his back.
He wasn't the only one proficient in spatial powers. With the space talent granted by his Dragon-Phoenix Bloodline, boosted by the Demon Lotus Burial Steps and Demon Sparrow Wings, Xiao Yan's speed reached frightening levels—fast enough to ambush the Yimo Emperor without warning.
The Yimo Emperor sensed the ambush, but just as he tried to dodge, milky-white and formless flames burst from his body—causing him to groan and falter slightly. These were the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame and the Fallen Heart Flame, which had infiltrated him earlier. While not fatal, they could deliver a major blow at critical moments.
Xiao Yan's punch didn't utilize any Dou Skills, but that didn't mean it lacked lethality. Upon impact, red, gold, and black flames exploded inside the Yimo Emperor, forming a raging firestorm. These were the Crimson Lotus Flame, the Nine Nether Gold Ancestor Flame, and the Destruction Flame of the Eight Desolations.
Each flame had a terrifying trait: the Destruction Flame could dissolve energy, the Gold Ancestor Flame had incredible piercing power, and the Crimson Lotus Flame ignited killing intent. When combined, they produced a terrifying explosion. Even with the Life-and-Death Ancestral Symbol's protection, the internal injuries were severe—and the interference from Yin-Yang Dual Flame and Nether Poison Flame disrupted the symbol's healing effect.
Just as the Yimo Emperor reeled from his internal wounds, the Fallen Heart Flame and Demonic Lotus Flame erupted even more violently than before. This time, the outburst was stronger due to the intense emotional fluctuations from the Yimo Emperor—something the Demonic Lotus Flame was specifically attuned to.
Though he could normally suppress such fluctuations, Xiao Yan would not give him the chance. More importantly, he had secretly woven other traps into his attacks. If the Yimo Emperor had paid attention, he might've noticed that the firestorm around him carried a strange wind—a sign that the Nine Nether Wind Flame had been subtly mixed in. It induced irritation and further stirred emotional turmoil.
Before the Yimo Emperor could react, another burst of magma light shot forth—this time laced with frigid cold from the core of the earth and Volcano Stone Flame—forming a tidal wave of lava that engulfed him.
Under Xiao Yan's relentless assault, the once-dominant Yimo Emperor now found himself on the back foot. The properties of over twenty Heavenly Flames had been unleashed flawlessly, and though the Yimo Emperor's power exceeded Xiao Yan's, the tide of battle was clearly against him.
"Demon Wrath Nine Absolutes: Sacred Demon Seal of the Nine Springs!" With a loud roar, Xiao Yan unleashed the final move of the Demon Wrath Nine Absolutes. The Yimo Emperor was blasted tens of thousands of li across the sea, shattering the space in his path. When he crashed into the ocean, massive water columns surged upward. Though the sealing effect couldn't trap him completely, it still left him reeling.
"You think I, the Emperor, can't defeat a mere newly ascended Dou Di?!" The Yimo Emperor rose from the sea, his expression more ferocious than ever. A crack split open between his brows, revealing an eye filled with demonic energy and eight rotating hues of strange light.
"Eye of the Ancestral Symbols!" he roared. A beam of pitch-black light shot from his brow. As it tore through the air, space within hundreds of thousands of li shattered like fragile glass. Xiao Yan, locked by the beam, felt a mortal threat.
The Eye of the Ancestral Symbols could only be activated by one who had achieved deep mastery over the Ancestral Symbols. Though the Yimo Emperor couldn't wield them directly, he had eroded all eight Symbols with his demonic aura and used Lin Dong's body to channel them—giving him power comparable to the real thing.
"Nine Profound Silence: Heaven-Searing Eyes!" Xiao Yan's eyes flared with brilliant golden lightning. Twin beams shot from his gaze, vaporizing the surrounding space as they clashed head-on with the Yimo Emperor's black beam.
When the two beams collided, there was no deafening explosion—only a strange melting of the world around them. They corroded each other in the sky, neither able to overpower the other. Gradually, both beams dimmed and faded.
Just then, a new aura surged forth. In the Yimo Emperor's hand, a multicolored longbow appeared, with an arrow that shimmered in eight strange hues and radiated an ominous demonic aura. This was the Chaos Arrow—an ultimate technique Lin Dong could only unleash by fully mastering the Ancestral Symbols.
"You thought you were the only one who could gather power mid-clash?" Xiao Yan chuckled as he raised his palm. A dazzling flame spun into existence—a palm-sized lotus, elegant as if crafted from glass, twirling slowly above his hand.
Its petals shimmered with mesmerizing colors. Though beautiful, the aura it emitted told Qingtan and the others one thing: if even a sliver of its power leaked, everyone except Xiao Yan and the Yimo Emperor would be annihilated instantly.
Xiao Yan exhaled softly. This was his first time combining all twenty-two Heavenly Flames on the Heavenly Flame Ranking—along with the Undying Flame—into the ultimate Flame Lotus. Before this, he had only ever formed a Ten-Colored Lotus, which was already terrifying. But this? This was cataclysm itself.
The two locked gazes—and without a word, simultaneously unleashed their attacks. The Chaos Arrow and Flame Lotus streaked across the heavens like twin meteors. This time, no one dared look directly. All fled rapidly, fearful of being consumed by the apocalyptic energy.
When they collided, a blinding light erupted. A boundless sea of fire surged outward, warping and shattering the heavens. The entire Chaotic Demon Sea, spanning millions of li, was instantly evaporated into nothingness.
"So this is the power of a battle between Ancestral Realm experts? It's terrifying…" Lin Jing couldn't help but wipe the sweat from her brow. With Qingtan's help, they had already retreated over a million li from the Chaotic Demon Sea, yet she could still feel the scorching heat. If not for the icy shield Qingtan had erected using her Yin-cold energy, she would have already been reduced to ashes.
"No, their strength has already surpassed the Ancestral Realm… The Yimo Emperor has cultivated for over a decade since the Battle of Heaven and Earth. His power now eclipses even that of the former Symbol Ancestor. With the amplification of the Nine Divine Artifacts and Eight Ancestral Symbols, he's even more terrifying. As for Xiao Yan... I suspect his actual combat strength is far above what his cultivation level suggests."
"Then who will win between the two of them?" Lin Jing asked.
"I don't know… At this level, it's already beyond what we can predict." Qingtan shook her head helplessly. "At this point, all we can do is place our faith in Xiao Yan."
As they spoke, the light that had engulfed the heavens slowly faded. Everyone turned their gazes toward the epicenter of the clash, only to see that the region where the Flame Lotus and Chaos Arrow had collided had turned into a void stretching millions of li. All energy, all space—completely annihilated. The confrontation had clearly exceeded the laws that this world could withstand. Even after such a long time, the space had yet to repair itself.
"You're one troublesome fellow. Even that technique… you managed to block it." The Yimo Emperor looked across at Xiao Yan and sighed softly. He was no longer as ferocious as before. Even his expression had calmed—yet that very calm unsettled Xiao Yan deeply.
"Likewise. You're the most difficult opponent I've faced so far." Xiao Yan responded as he circulated his Dou Qi. 'Something's off. He was still hysterical just now. Why this sudden calm? Is he hiding another trump card?'
"Your control over flames has reached perfection. If you were to enter the Great Thousand World, given time, even the Flame Spirit Clan would pale in comparison." The Yimo Emperor looked at his palm and sighed. "If you'd appeared ten years earlier, I might not have stood a chance… but it's too late now."
"The Great Thousand World? Is that the world beyond the Dou Qi Continent?" Xiao Yan murmured, briefly stunned. But before he could dwell on it, a bizarre aura surged from the Yimo Emperor's body. Once again, his body expanded into the towering Demon Emperor True Form.
At the same time, his countless demonic arms slowly converged. Then, a chaotic orb of light began to rise in his palms, pulsing with immense and pure energy. But Xiao Yan quickly noticed that the orb, though powerful, was covered in faint black lines—as if corrupted by something.
"Do you know what this is? It's this world's so-called ultimate divine artifact. In the Great Thousand World, it's called the Embryo of the Plane. Whoever controls it… controls an entire plane." The Yimo Emperor spoke solemnly. "I've spent over ten years trying to fully absorb it. Though I've failed… using it against you should still be enough."
Boom! As his words fell, all of the Demon Emperor's arms exploded. The grotesque eyes in their palms floated into the air and merged under his control, forming a colossal, pitch-black monument a million zhang tall.
"The Primal Demon Monument!"
The Yimo Emperor sneered, and then the space behind him cracked open, revealing pale, despairing faces. Qingtan's own face turned ghostly white. She recognized those people—they were the native inhabitants of the Tianxuan Continent, kept alive like livestock by the Yimo for all these years.
"Heh heh… Now taste what it feels like to be suppressed by the will of the plane itself!" the Yimo Emperor laughed maniacally. Torrents of demonic energy surged, wrapping around the Tianxuan people and drowning out their screams. They were reduced to a sea of blood, which was absorbed by the monument.
If it were only a standard Primal Demon Monument, Xiao Yan might've had a chance to resist. But to ensure Xiao Yan's destruction, the Yimo Emperor was now using the latent power of the plane itself.
His movements were so fast that even Xiao Yan couldn't stop him in time. As the monument absorbed the blood, it was dyed a deeper crimson. Alongside the corrupted Plane Embryo, the energy it radiated made even Xiao Yan feel true mortal danger.
The Embryo of the Plane represented the totality of a world's power. Though the Yimo Emperor hadn't completely absorbed it, any attack launched through it was tantamount to the world itself striking down Xiao Yan. Even a Dou Di couldn't resist the suppression of an entire plane.
It got worse—behind the Yimo Emperor, the Yimo army began self-destructing. Their blood and flesh were sucked into the monument, making it even more horrifying. The Embryo shuddered violently, releasing a beam of chaotic light that bathed the monument, which now barreled toward Xiao Yan.
"Demonic Wrath Flame Lotus!"
"Nine Profound Silence: Heaven-Searing Eyes!"
"Void Demon Body!"
"Demon Lotus Formation!"
"Heavenly Golden Palm!"
"Primal Heaven-Melting Light!"
"Eight Desolations Annihilation!"
"Midday Sky-Slaying Slash!"
"Sacred Demon Seal of the Nine Springs!"
Facing the descending Demon Monument, Xiao Yan took a deep breath and unleashed all nine techniques of the Demon Wrath Nine Absolutes simultaneously. Each of his strongest moves exploded toward the monument.
But for the first time, they failed.
The radiant Flame Lotus shattered.
The beams of the Heaven-Searing Eyes and Heaven-Melting Light vanished like pebbles in the sea.
Every technique collapsed one after another against the monument's descent.
Xiao Yan's pupils contracted sharply. Since creating the Demon Wrath Nine Absolutes, this was the first time he had seen them all broken so easily—and all at once. Was this opponent truly that powerful?
Even though the monument hadn't yet landed, its oppressive force alone made Xiao Yan's body begin to fracture. The Yimo Emperor had sacrificed his own demonic body, the lives of most of his army, and billions of Tianxuan natives. Coupled with the Plane Embryo's power, this attack could not only kill Xiao Yan—it would erase even his soul!
"So… this is the end?" Looking at the immense monument drawing near, even Xiao Yan felt despair. He was out of cards. Not even the Demon Wrath Nine Absolutes worked. He couldn't think of any technique to stop it.
Xiao Yan slowly closed his eyes, seemingly accepting his fate. But moments later, he opened them again—and this time, a mad gleam lit his gaze.
Surrender? Absolutely not!
In his youth, even when forced to the brink of death by loved ones, he hadn't surrendered. When he first reached the Central Plains, facing enemies far stronger, he hadn't surrendered. Not even after the betrayal of those he loved most. Through countless lifetimes and countless battles, he had never bowed.
And now that he had finally stepped into the Dou Di Realm—how could he surrender now?!
Especially when he still had unfinished business.
People waiting for him.
He could not die.
He had to live.
No move could save him?
Then he would create one!
Xiao Yan's lips curled into a faint smile. In that instant, every technique he had learned across both lifetimes flashed through his mind, blending together into a singular vision.
Creating a new technique was no casual endeavor. Even for a Dou Di, it wasn't something one could conjure out of thin air—especially one capable of withstanding the Primal Demon Monument.
Back when Xiao Yan had created the Demon Wrath Nine Absolutes, he had spent countless days and nights refining, adjusting, and experimenting before it took form. Normally, there was no way he could develop a new technique powerful enough to rival the suppression of a plane in such a short time.
But now, facing death itself, he entered a unique state—one born from unimaginable pressure and clarity.
He had long conceived of the idea, even built a rough outline in the past. Now, all he needed was to perfect it.
Xiao Yan brought his palms together, and at that moment, a mysterious ripple spread from his body. For a split second, it seemed as if countless incarnations split from him—then rapidly rejoined into one.
With a change of hand seal, dazzling Heavenly Flames rose around him—every single one he had collected across his lifetime.
The sight drew a sneer from the Yimo Emperor. "Your flames may be troublesome, but they can't stop my Primal Demon Monument. You've already proven that."
Yet, Xiao Yan's expression remained calm. This time, he summoned all of his flames—twenty-two Heavenly Flames and the Immortal Flame. His seal shifted again, and his body suddenly exploded.
No blood. No flesh. Just a stunning bloom of fire—a flame so brilliant that even the other Heavenly Flames dimmed in reverence, like vassals kneeling to a sovereign.
The Yimo Emperor frowned slightly. He could tell this flame was extraordinary—far beyond the rest—but it was born of Xiao Yan burning his own body. That alone should have meant the end for Xiao Yan.
But then, something strange happened.
That dazzling flame pulsed once, and from within it, Xiao Yan's form reappeared, perfectly intact, still holding the radiant flame in his palm.
"What?!"
Even the Yimo Emperor was stunned. That flame should have cost Xiao Yan everything—how could he still exist, unscathed?
Xiao Yan exhaled slowly. The flame in his hand… it was the strongest flame he had ever created. It surpassed all others. Normally, it could only be formed by burning his Dou Di Body itself.
But deep within him existed a power he had never dared to use until now—the power of time, a residue from his passage through chaotic time currents long ago.
He had activated that hidden force to reverse his personal time flow, allowing his body to be reborn even after immolation.
Thus, he retained both his body—and the ultimate flame he had conjured.
He named it: Emperor Flame.
With a flick of his finger, all the surrounding Heavenly Flames surged into the Emperor Flame. Glorious rays burst from his body, merging with the flame until it boiled with divine radiance.
He compressed it, condensed it, until that mighty flame transformed into a single—seemingly insignificant—silver needle.
The needle floated quietly before him, utterly plain, devoid of aura. Yet the Yimo Emperor felt a chill in his soul.
"What… is that?"
It looked like nothing—like an ordinary sewing needle. But for Xiao Yan to use this as his final counter to the Primal Demon Monument… it could not be simple.
"Go!"
Xiao Yan flicked the needle forward.
It soared silently, like a glimmer of light in the void.
Compared to the vast monument descending like a heavenly mountain, the needle seemed laughably tiny. But the moment it struck, fissures spread across the monument's surface.
"No… impossible!" the Yimo Emperor shouted in disbelief. "The Primal Demon Monument was forged with plane power! How can it break?!"
Yet reality was undeniable. No matter how he tried to channel more demonic energy, the cracks only deepened—until finally, before his stunned eyes, the monument shattered into dust.
The silver needle didn't stop. It flew straight for the Yimo Emperor.
And as it approached, he felt a strange sensation.
Within that needle… he saw mountains and rivers, life and death, birth and annihilation.
It pierced into his chest. He felt no pain—but when he looked around, he gasped in horror.
He was no longer in the battlefield.
He now stood alone in a boundless starry sky.
"What is this?!"
Brilliant lights flared across the cosmos. Countless meteors streaked toward him from every direction, each one a star of destruction. They resembled the Thousand Demon Flame Stars from Xiao Yan's Void Demon Body, yet each one carried the overwhelming force of the Demonic Wrath Flame Lotus.
He activated the Ancestral Symbols to defend himself, but the meteors still bombarded him, tearing his defenses apart. The blood fiend, destruction, and sealing energies erupted on his body. The Eight Ancestral Symbols on his flesh dimmed—and then vanished.
From the distance, beams of energy blasted forth—unrelenting, instantaneous, violent. Thunder, corrosion, liquefaction—every destructive element in existence slammed into the Yimo Emperor.
If not for his monstrous vitality as an alien entity, he would've perished in the first round.
"Damn it! What is this move?!"
Panicking, he tried to escape—but suddenly sensed a strange energy behind him. He turned just in time to see a black dot form—a singularity that rapidly expanded into a massive black sphere.
Then—devour.
A suction force pulled him toward it, threatening to obliterate him.
Within it, he felt reincarnation.
Not just annihilation—reincarnating annihilation.
All across the battlefield, the remaining Yimo were also being dragged into the black sphere. Even elites comparable to Triple Reincarnation Tribulation cultivators were reduced to nothing within seconds.
"Since you're all doomed anyway, contribute your power to me!" the Yimo Emperor howled, unleashing a wave of demonic energy that devoured the remaining Yimo around him.
His strength surged. He broke free from the black hole and flew toward the edge of the starry void—
Only to be stopped by a radiant barrier.
He struck it—but couldn't break through.
It wasn't a barrier.
It was a petal.
A lotus petal.
He was trapped—inside a flower.
Thunder rumbled overhead.
He looked up.
A colossal, resplendent figure descended. Fire dragons coiled around it—twenty-three in total, born of the twenty-two Heavenly Flames and the Immortal Flame.
Its body was glass-like, its hands golden, radiating divine might.
The fire-forged figure—Xiao Yan's ultimate flame incarnation—gazed down like a god.
Then, he summoned a giant, ancient ruler—infused with all forms of power: annihilation, sealing, blood fiend, suppression, reincarnation…
It wasn't just a technique.
It was divinity.
It was supremacy.
"You wanted to know the name of this move?" The radiant figure's voice echoed through the void.
"I named it… Annihilation of All Living Beings!"
The ruler fell.
Space shattered.
The Yimo Emperor roared in despair.
Then—silence.
No soul. No trace. Nothing remained.
The being that had terrorized the Tianxuan Realm for ten thousand years—the Yimo Emperor—was no more.
Below, everyone who witnessed it was overwhelmed with emotion. That once-invincible demon who had cast a shadow over the entire world had been vanquished.
And the one who ended it all… was none other than the slender figure in the sky—the Flame Emperor, Xiao Yan.
(End of Chapter)
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