The Four Ancient Emperors Ascend

The Tyrant Emperor was overwhelmingly domineering, his expression calm and indifferent as he utterly humiliated the nine Sovereigns before him. At this moment, with the help of the other three ancient sovereigns, he could easily suppress the nine incarnations of the Primal Saintly Sovereigns. He no longer had any concerns.

"A minor figure from before the Primordial Age now dares to swagger—truly lamentable…" The nine Saintly Sovereigns showed undisguised contempt.

"Enough of the Primordial Age! If you nine had not joined together, but fought one-on-one, I would destroy each of you one by one!"

The Emperor of Illusions and the three other ancient sovereigns stepped forward simultaneously. Their time was running out.

At present, no sovereign could endure for long in the myriad worlds. The opponents were clearly stalling for time. The four ancient sovereigns took the initiative.

"The real has long decayed; the illusory is destined to endure. Through eternity and antiquity, the illusory is eternal!"

The Emperor of Illusions struck first, enveloping the world in illusion, using the myriad desires and greed of the heart as the catalyst for the most terrifying spiritual attack.

Illusory Great Dao forged the eternal moment!

In that instant, the Emperor of Illusions' power was displayed to its fullest. He alone tore apart the primordial spirits of the nine Primal Saintly Sovereigns.

The nine Saintly Sovereign incarnations—their foreheads were all pierced, each leaving a dreadful hole of blood.

But as sovereigns, they were not easily extinguished. The nine launched a fierce counterattack.

Nine beams of light transformed into nine Primal Dao Sources, pressing down upon the Emperor of Illusions, causing even the countless heavens to tremble.

All Stone Kings felt dread; all cultivators were terrified.

"Incarnations are like insects, scattered like dust before the wind."

The three ancient sovereigns behind them struck at this moment. Their true bodies transformed into three Primal Dao Sources and charged forward in an instant.

"Boom!"

These three Upper Sovereigns had long stood at the pinnacle of the cultivation path. Now, their authority spanned the ages, overlooking the heavens, their Primal Dao Sources vast and unfathomable.

The sounds of shattering echoed continuously. The three ancient sovereigns nearly tore apart the nine Primal Saintly Sovereign incarnations in an instant.

Blood flowed. All nine sovereigns were cleaved in two. Their Dao Sources dimmed, decaying. The blood dripping from the nine Primal Saintly Sovereign incarnations was enough to pierce the barriers of great worlds. Had the Eighth Heavenly Stele not absorbed it, a single drop would have annihilated an entire great world!

"Killing us—that is impossible!"

The nine Saintly Sovereign incarnations roared. Blood flowed backward, flesh and blood reknit. They cast off the illusion and burned their sovereign divine power.

On this day, at this moment, the myriad worlds blazed!

Many decayed great worlds completely collapsed at this moment, forever lost. Many other great worlds had their divine power drained utterly, ending in flames.

The nine sovereigns struck, shaking the myriad worlds. Countless living beings turned to ash in an instant. All great worlds were destined for their end.

They were fighting for their lives, burning the myriad worlds to resist the four ancient sovereigns before them.

"Ultimate void, form in chaos, reason in chaos. Riding upon form, movement gives birth to yin and yang; the division of yin and yang creates heaven and earth. Before the cosmos, form was born; after the cosmos, form dwells in qi. Tracing form to its source, one speaks of yin and yang; observing qi for principle, one speaks of the Great Ultimate…"

At this moment, the eight shattered ancient lamps trembled lightly, divine fire soaring to the heavens, transmitting a vast and majestic sound.

Beside them, the eight Heavenly Steles shook, releasing an immense aura that began to suppress the myriad worlds.

The burning myriad worlds were briefly stabilized, no longer decaying. Moreover, in the small world constructed by the sacred artifacts of the heavens, the steles vibrated, temporarily suppressing the nine sovereigns.

"Pity and regret—Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, even now you remain so laughable. Can you protect the myriad worlds?" The four ancient sovereigns sneered coldly and disdainfully. "We will borrow your power to annihilate the nine sovereign incarnations."

The four transformed into the Heavenly Dao, like four everlasting rainbows shooting forward, and in an instant pierced through the nine saintly shadows ahead.

The nine Saintly Sovereigns broke free of the steles and collided with the four ancient sovereigns. There, it became an ocean of Dao, engulfing everything.

Only after a long time did clarity gradually return.

The nine Primal Saintly Sovereign incarnations were all slain, refined into nine clusters of Primal Dao Source.

"Now no one can stop us from entering the Sole True Realm!"

The four ancient sovereigns strode firmly forward along the ancient path. Pan Gu, Suiren, Fuxi, Shennong, the Yellow Emperor—all were unable to resist. They were repeatedly crushed on the ancient path, then resurrected time and again by the divine fire of the ancient lamps.

Cultivators from the myriad worlds were struck dumb with fear. No one could stop them; they could only watch from afar in the distant sky.

"Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, we will not forget your names. It is you who have fulfilled us four."

"Those nine Primal Saintly Sovereigns were right—the myriad worlds are ultimately destined for destruction, leaving only the Sole True Realm imperishable and eternal. But that work will not be done by the Sovereigns within the Sole True Realm; we will lead it."

"Hahaha… How laughable! Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, your ten-thousand-year efforts are nothing but a futile struggle in the end. What is doomed to perish will perish; what is meant to endure will endure. None of this can be changed."

"This world has always been one of the strong devouring the weak. Ideals and convictions are ultimately a dream. A world of peace and harmony will never appear for eternity. But we can consider naming the Sole True Realm the World of Immortality—yet it will be a World of Immortality belonging only to us four! Even the twenty-seven sovereigns and thirty-six emperors shall decay!"

The four ancient sovereigns strode forward. Indeed, no one could now block their steps. The door adorned with falling petals lay ahead.

The chance to control the Sole True Realm was before them. Then, the twenty-seven sovereigns and thirty-six emperors would all bow in submission!

At this very moment, Xiao Chen could not remain calm.

He could not help but glance toward Shi Zhongdi.

That ancient being was also filled with anxiety, muttering to himself, "How can this be? Could it be that ten thousand years of effort are ultimately futile…"

"We must stop them!" Xiao Chen could no longer restrain himself. He stood, about to soar up to the ninety-nine layered worlds, intending to activate the eight Heavenly Steles to suppress the four sovereigns.

He knew he might die, but he had to act. If he did nothing, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

"Wait!" Shi Zhongdi stopped him.

At that moment, a woman in white appeared, fluttering gracefully through the air. Her jade-like complexion was so beautiful it made one feel ashamed, impossible to look at directly.

Her beauty was not of allure or elegance, but sacred and dignified, making one feel small and instinctively look up.

She seemed like the holy mother of the myriad worlds, the primeval ancestress of all living beings. Many cultivators felt an impulse to kneel and worship.

"The female corpse…" Xiao Chen was greatly startled. He knew this woman all too well—he had brought her out from behind the Otherworld stone gate.

"No…"

But in an instant, Xiao Chen shook his head. Because the woman in white's features kept changing; the form he had just seen appeared only for a moment.

"Nuwa… it's Ancestral God Nuwa!"

At last, Xiao Chen was greatly shocked. The form the woman finally settled into was identical to the statue of Nuwa.

At this moment, even Shi Zhongdi was stunned, unable to speak for a time.

The woman walked straight across the Heaven-Reaching Death Bridge and onto the mysterious ancient path.

"It's you…"

The four ancient sovereigns had long turned back to look at Nuwa, sneering. "We heard you fell in the Sole True Realm long ago. It seems the news was false. The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors did not perish utterly; their primordial spirits survived. It seems you are the same. But what of it? You still cannot change any of this!"

Ding!

At that moment, the final ancient lamp trembled, transformed into a beam of divine light, and flew over. It shattered itself, its radiance merging with Nuwa Ancestress!

"It's useless. Even if a wisp of primordial spirit endures, you are no longer a sovereign. You cannot change any of this." The Tyrant Emperor sneered.

They were not in the least concerned. Instead, they wished to gather all the divine power of the nine ancient lamps and refine it into the initial sacred ground of the Sole True Realm.

"Swoosh!"

The Three Sovereigns Mirror trembled slightly and also flew toward Nuwa Ancestress, hovering before her body, emitting endless radiance that bathed her, making her appear even more sacred.

"Boom!"

At the same time, the Five Emperor Tower shook, transforming into a beam of light and flying back, hovering above Nuwa Ancestress's head, cascading down hazy light.

"Even if you obtain the third and fourth sacred artifacts, so what? Without the divine power of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, wielding their weapons is useless!"

"Rumble…"

Heaven and earth shook, the myriad worlds rang out in unison.

From within the Five Emperor Tower, a beautiful female corpse descended. At the same time, Nuwa Ancestress transformed into a beam of primordial spirit holy light and shot into the female corpse's forehead, vanishing in a flash. The two became one.

"Her physical body has been preserved!"

Only at this moment did the four ancient sovereigns change expression.

The female corpse's features shifted continuously, finally taking on Nuwa's appearance.

She held the Three Sovereigns Mirror, the Five Emperor Tower hovering above her head, and an ancient lamp manifested at her shoulder, floating silently, its divine fire flickering.

The four ancient sovereigns were shocked, as were the cultivators of the myriad worlds. Above all, Xiao Chen's heart surged with waves—he had never imagined that the sovereign-level female corpse was Nuwa's divine body.

"Even with this physical body, your primordial spirit is unstable, barely near sovereign-level. Do you think you can stop the four of us?!"

Though the four ancient sovereigns spoke thus, they all struck together at Nuwa Ancestress, unwilling to allow any unforeseen incident.

"Boom!"

The entire small world instantly ignited. Though Nuwa possessed a sovereign-level divine body, it had long been covered in cracks. Now, even with the Three Sovereigns Mirror and Five Emperor Tower in hand, she was grievously wounded under the combined assault of four sovereigns.

Her sacred body gained even more cracks, blood seeping slowly, staining her pure white garments red.

"Immortal ancestors, return…"

At this critical moment of life and death, a tall figure stood before the Ninety-Nine Stone Steps, his hair wild in the wind, gazing up at the heavens and calling out loudly, his voice shaking the mountains and rivers.

This man was none other than the Martial Ancestor.

At this moment, though he could fight Stone Kings, he was ultimately unable to match four sovereigns. He was using a transcendent sacred method to summon the successive ancestors of the human race.

He raised his hand to the heavens. A large expanse of white bone fragments soared into the sky, transforming into billions of beams of light that illuminated the myriad worlds.

In the distance, Xiao Chen's eyes shot forth two beams of divine light. He still remembered the Martial Ancestor's search for oracle bone diagrams throughout the Death World. Today, he finally saw him raise the bone diagram and call out thus.

"Pfft!"

Meanwhile, within the small world constructed by the sacred artifacts of the heavens, Nuwa wounded the Emperor of Illusions, forced back the other three sovereigns, but her white garments were stained with blood, her body on the verge of destruction. She alone could not possibly match four sovereigns.

Her divine body had been cracked since ancient times.

Xiao Chen and Shi Zhongdi were both frantic. They could not bear it any longer and soared up to the Ninety-Nine Stone Steps.

The Martial Ancestor's towering form stood unmoved as he called out loudly: "A billion years of sinking, a thousand generations of calling. Immortal ancestors, cross that eternal barrier, return from that vanished battlefield! Lend us your war souls to illuminate the eternal instant! Invincible ancestors, souls of yore, defy the heavens and descend once more, piercing past and future!"

A great wind arose, blowing all the cultivators of the myriad worlds back. Even the four ancient sovereigns changed color and could not help but look this way.