The Fall of the Little Stone Emperor

In that moment, the mighty Little Stone Emperor was the sole and eternal presence, his might overshadowing the sun and moon. Though motionless, he bore the aura of one who could swallow mountains and rivers, the bearing of one who overlooked all creation. The seven Stone-Man Kings were forced to bow their proud heads beneath his oppressive pressure!

He shook the ages—who could rival him? Such was his true portrayal.

Yet just as he stood at the pinnacle, looking down upon the myriad worlds, a crack suddenly appeared on the Little Stone Emperor's forehead, and a single, chilling drop of blood slowly trickled down.

Then, all over his body, line after line of blood appeared—drops of blood spread like a dense spider's web across his entire form.

A shocking transformation had occurred!

The seemingly flawless Little Stone Emperor, like a delicate porcelain vessel struck by a violent blow, was now crisscrossed with cracks. His body, which had dominated two worlds, was splitting apart!

No one knew what had happened. The Little Stone Emperor, who had surged to the absolute peak, was bleeding, his form collapsing...

The seven kings all lowered their heads, not daring to move. Even though they sensed the Little Stone Emperor was heading toward destruction, they still did not dare to act recklessly.

At this moment, he was undoubtedly at his most dangerous—he could easily destroy anyone!

"So this is how it is..." The Little Stone Emperor's disheveled hair flew wildly as he gazed up at the heavens, his eyes deep and profound, as if conversing with some unseen entity.

Though his body was cracking, the web of fissures growing ever denser, his aura only grew stronger, like a surging sea—an overwhelming presence sweeping across the entire Primordial Celestial Realm!

The seven Stone-Man Kings swayed unsteadily, like small boats in a raging ocean,随时可能被滔天的骇浪打沉, their hearts filled with terror.

The Little Stone Emperor looked down upon the ages, suppressed the heavens, truly a sovereign of peerless power who had achieved an unmatched status—yet he could not endure for long.

"Bang!"

A horrific bloody hole burst open in his chest, and a gush of quintessential blood erupted, instantly piercing through the entire tomb world.

The Little Stone Emperor fell silent. His towering body stood still as a mountain. After a long pause, he slowly extended a hand to gather the splattered quintessential blood. A beam of blood-light, filled with dreamlike hues, flowed between his fingers—strange and bewitching, a凄艳的红, carrying incomparable power.

"A single drop of quintessential blood could destroy a world... but what use is it?"

Hearing this, everyone felt a chill run down their spines. The seven Stone-Man Kings dared not act rashly, frozen like statues.

A single drop of quintessential blood could destroy a world—if the Little Stone Emperor went berserk at this moment, could he not dismantle the myriad heavens themselves?

"When the sun reaches its zenith, it begins to move; when the moon is full, it begins to wane. Heaven and earth are incomplete..." The Little Stone Emperor spoke calmly, standing in the central earth, his gaze sweeping over the seven Stone-Man Kings, his eyes filled with boundless desolation.

The tomb world disintegrated into ashes, and the vast Primordial Celestial Realm came into view.

The ancient land was a scene of desolation—over a hundred thousand li of land bereft of life. The myriad-world node at the center of the Little Stone Emperor's tomb had vanished, leaving only seven great tombs and their tombstones.

The Little Stone Emperor gazed across the Primordial Celestial Realm, his eyes full of longing. Then, at that moment, his voice shook the heavens and spread across the myriad worlds, striking fear into the hearts of all powerful beings.

"Is there anyone who wishes to fight me?"

His words were calm, neither stirring nor forceful, yet they sent a chill through everyone's heart.

"No one? I have ascended to the absolute peak, seeking an opponent to test my strength, yet I cannot find one..."

Such words only made people feel even more terrified. The seven Stone-Man Kings, especially, were stretched to the breaking point.

Who dared to cross blades with him?

The Little Stone Emperor sought an enemy, but it was impossible. No one would come to die. Across the myriad heavens he stood, he could find no opponent.

"Who will fight me?"

The myriad heavens lay silent; no one dared to answer.

To have cultivated to such a realm and asked the world for a challenger—this was a glory that looked down upon the ages. But the Little Stone Emperor was filled only with loneliness. Even his final wish could not be fulfilled.

"Piercing the Ancient, Connecting the Present!"

In that instant, the Little Stone Emperor suddenly shouted these four words.

Suddenly, the seven kings felt a chill run through their bones, for the surroundings had changed dramatically. Vaguely, they were transported back to the primordial age, surrounded by indistinct, towering, majestic figures.

Both Xiao Chen and Keke, as well as the seven kings, felt a chill—the immense pressure around them was suffocating.

They could not see clearly, could not understand. Everything around them was blurry, as if a battlefield or a desolate great desert.

Several towering figures struck at the Little Stone Emperor!

"Bang!"

In that moment, an earth-shattering battle intent shattered a great world. It was both real and illusory, as if traveling through the myriad heavens.

"Dong!"

Until finally, the Little Stone Emperor's body shook violently, and all the blurred ancient scenes disappeared. The others returned from the seemingly primordial heaven and earth back to reality.

What happened next shocked everyone—a clear, glaring finger-hole appeared on the Little Stone Emperor's forehead.

"The mighty ones from before the primordial age did not disappoint me..."

Just this one sentence sent a chill through everyone's heart. Clearly, what they had just experienced was no illusion.

Piercing the Ancient, Connecting the Present!

Just now, the Little Stone Emperor had used his supreme power to travel to the primordial age and fight a battle there—a battle between equals!

"Hong!"

Another great tremor. Xiao Chen felt the surroundings blur again, and the seven kings felt a renewed chill.

Unfathomable killing intent filled every corner; ultimate battle intent shattered everything. The Little Stone Emperor had fought again.

"Dong!"

Once more, the dreamlike scene receded like ripples, and everyone was shocked to find they had returned.

The Little Stone Emperor's temple was pierced through, blood gushing forth. But he showed no dejection—instead, a hint of relief appeared on his face.

"The peak powerhouse of the future did not disappoint me either..."

This time, the others were even more shaken than before. That a mighty being from the primordial age could contend with the Little Stone Emperor at his peak was not entirely unexpected—that was an era of brilliant stars. But that someone from the future could also match him—that carried a far heavier meaning!

Who could it be? Which person? Had they already been born? Was it one of the giants of the Celestial Realm, or one of the kings right here?

"On this path, I am not alone..." The Little Stone Emperor showed a relieved expression. "Mighty ones from before the primordial age could block me, and a newborn peak powerhouse from the distant future can also match me. There are those who stand at the same height as me."

The seven kings were all deeply shaken.

"Unfortunately, they, like me, are fated not to endure—their end will be the same as mine." Saying this, the Little Stone Emperor revealed some regret. "With these two blocking me, I cannot charge further into the primordial age or the future. I do not know if there are others who have reached this realm..."

With that, he fell silent. Gathering his gaze, he looked toward the eternal ages.

But with a "bang," time and space collapsed. He could not see the end. At the same time, the Three Sovereigns Mirror, which had been slowly rotating above his head, fell. The Little Stone Emperor caught it, stroking it, and murmured, "What realm did your master reach?"

The seven Stone-Man Kings naturally knew he was speaking of the Three Sovereigns Mirror's true master from before the primordial age—the one who had first refined this stone mirror.

"Ultimate sublimation—I depart!" The Little Stone Emperor suddenly let out a great roar that spread across the myriad heavens. All the Stone-Man Kings were shaken.

A radiance enveloped him. He tried to tear open a hazy space, but in the end, his hands fell weakly, filled with regret.

"All things are incomplete; when flourishing, decline follows. When the sun reaches its zenith, it begins to move; when the moon is full, it begins to wane. The Great Dao has flaws—what is flawed must be destroyed."

The Little Stone Emperor gazed across the Primordial Celestial Realm. Scenes from his past flashed before his eyes—the glorious years would never return.

His life was filled with glory, reaching the ultimate peak of humanity, shaking the ages, destined to be eternally engraved in the cultivation history of the myriad heavens, an insurmountable monument.

It was in pursuit of a higher realm that he had set foot on this path of no return. The result mattered little. In that final moment, his gaze passed through billions of years and settled on his first childhood.

A rough, large hand held his small one as they herded sheep together on the grassland. But at that time, he had been gazing at the sky, watching the soaring eagles, his heart already far away, not noticing the care and love beside him.

From then on, like that eagle, he had spread his wings and soared, eventually rushing into the sky.

But in the end, he returned to his starting point. Until this final moment, he saw through the ages once more, witnessing that rough hand and that concern and love. In that instant, the Little Stone Emperor wept—hot tears streaming down.

No one understood his feelings at that moment. The seven Stone-Man Kings did not understand, nor did Xiao Chen.

"Dang!"

A clear sound rang out as the Three Sovereigns Mirror fell to the ground.

The Little Stone Emperor's life force was extinct. Tears traced his face, but a smile was frozen upon it—not of regret, but of true relief and the joy of understanding.

From his dimming eyes, the others vaguely saw a rough, large hand holding a small figure, gradually fading into the distance.

This was the final image left by a peerless sovereign of the ages, his last scene after reviewing his life. Everyone felt differently. Xiao Chen, especially, burned this scene into his heart; he vaguely grasped something.

In that moment, the terrifying divine power on the Little Stone Emperor, which had made even the Stone-Man Kings feel a chill, rapidly declined and continuously flowed away.

Like a vibrant oasis turning into a barren, lifeless wasteland.

But his towering body still stood proudly, standing there like a monument.

"Dead! Finally fallen!" Not until a long time later did the Stone Corpse burst into mad laughter. "Though you were unrivaled in the ages, in the end you are nothing but a handful of yellow earth! Though you fought across the myriad heavens without an opponent, in the end you have fallen!"

The Stone Corpse strode forward. He not only wanted to seize the Three Sovereigns Mirror but also to tear apart the Little Stone Emperor's remains to vent his hatred.

But before his outstretched large hand had even touched the Little Stone Emperor's body, he recoiled as if stung by a scorpion or snake, shrieking and tumbling backward.

There was no energy fluctuation. The Stone Corpse had merely seen that in the Little Stone Emperor's dim eyes, the image of the rough hand and the small figure had not yet completely faded. And so he had frightened himself back.

Even in death, he could terrify a Stone-Man King. This kind of awe-inspiring power was enough to make the Little Stone Emperor look down upon the ages. The expressions of everyone present were extremely complex.

The tangible and intangible things left behind by the Little Stone Emperor were too many, too precious. A great battle had already become inevitable—no one would give up such an astonishing treasure!