Emperor’s Domination

A lifetime of cultivation and training was for naught. Dao’s End Halo was meant for the opponent alone – destroying their dao entirely using the power of creation.

The unknown battlefield was as far as possible from the present in terms of space and time. Alas, the leak still obliterated everything beneath the overlord realm.

“No!!!” Wails of lamentation echoed across three thousand worlds. Those at a higher status, such as emperors and ancient ancestors, screamed the loudest.

The others, albeit not as successful, still spent their whole life getting to this point. Becoming mortals again was a devastating blow.

For the youths full of vitality, there was still hope. As for the ancestors, their lifespan was near depletion, hence the intense despair.

Yet on the unknown battlefield, neither participant paid heed to such sorrow and grief.

The supreme will also reached the apex, leaking out more than before and twisting the fabrics of reality. This heightened state frightened the shored immortals.

Finally, it overwhelmed and destroyed the halo. The world skipped a beat and all inhabitants lost their senses. They could see and hear nothing; their dao lost all perception.

This passed quickly but left immortals in shock. The world turned grey momentarily without any color or sound.

After a long while, everything returned to normal, signalling the end of the battle.

“Who won?” An immortal wondered.

Some had a good guess about the participants, not the conclusion.

“Will a new high heaven appear?” A primordial immortal murmured.

It has been a long time since there was a battle of this level. The previous was Heaven Pit; this still wasn’t at this level.

“Is it the heaven’s turn?” The hidden shored immortals secretly glanced at the sky.

Whoever won the battle, their target should be the high heaven next. This one would be different than anything before.

Although some immortals had fought the high heaven before, they weren’t at the same level, unable to truly win.

Today, both combatants have let go and could defeat the high heaven.

“Times are changing.” A hidden existence shuddered: “What will be the rules of the new high heaven?”

Instead of taking actions, most powerful cultivators chose to delve deeper in space, not moving an inch just like before.

Some began thinking about the new order. Most importantly, what kind of tribulations?

A few beings that had reached the shore long ago wondered about the incoming battle. Regardless of the future victor, they might be able to truly benefit from it, potentially seizing the coveted throne.

As for the rest, they didn’t care because they were at the lowest point in their lives. The only thing on their mind was how to cultivate again. For the older ones, they wanted to prolong their life as much as possible.

Some geniuses initiated their merit laws only to find cultivation impossible. Not only did their grand dao collapse, but so did the dao source. This meant that the system they had relied upon had likewise crumbled.

For example, in the world of metal and mechs, they had a core source. It must have crumbled as well. This applied to the world of talismans and many others.

They couldn’t find the overlords or immortals who had created this core either. Thus, worlds plunged into pessimism and despair.