Chapter 536 The Great Sage of the Nine Heavens Acts

Boom!

An Xing threw a punch.

An Emperor-tier punch—this strike quelled all disturbances.

Even though the disturbances were caused by the clash of dozens of QuasiEmperors, they paled into insignificance under this single blow.

This was the power of an Emperor.

Regardless of An Xing’s attitude toward the so-called gods, this punch alone already radiated the authority of an Emperor.

Yet An Xing barely embodied that grandeur, because the moment he unleashed this strike, he turned and fled without hesitation. His body transformed into a crimson orb—his very blood and essence aflame.

He didn’t spare a glance to see what damage this punch had caused.

No QuasiEmperor could hope to block this attack. Even if all thirty-odd QuasiEmperors joined forces, they would still fail.

A single realm divided them, yet the gulf between QuasiEmperor and Emperor was vast—wider than that between an Emperor and a Celestial Lord.

The Emperor realm was one of cultivation’s greatest chasms among all cultivation stages.

The other yawned between Sage and Celestial Lord.

A Sage’s residual edicts could annihilate a Celestial Lord—such was the horror of that realm.

An Xing was fleeing for all he was worth.

With his strength, escaping the Seventh Heaven should have been the work of a moment.

Yet, as he fled, despair clawed at him.

Because the path ahead of him stretched into infinity.

The borders he could normally see at a glance had now blinked out of existence.

Black light flared in An Xing’s eyes as he tried to unravel the illusion before him.

But he found that he couldn’t.

His footsteps halted.

With no destination ahead, running further was meaningless.

Slick with cold sweat, he scanned his surroundings and erected every defense he knew.

But the sight behind him only drove despair deeper.

Because not far behind him was the battlefield of the QuasiEmperors.

His momentary escape hadn’t even taken him beyond the range of their fight.

All the QuasiEmperors—no, all the cultivators—were locked in stasis behind him, like figures in a frozen tableau.

Even the imprint of his punch hung midair, still coiled from his fist.

He couldn’t see the figure of the Great Sage of the Nine Heavens.

But he already understood—the Great Sage of the Nine Heavens permeated all.

He swallowed hard, his voice hoarse and raspy.

"Great Sage of the Nine Heavens, I beg for mercy!"

A figure materialized before An Xing, sharpening from a blur into clarity. Draped in an immaculate white robe, towering and majestic, his stern face flickered with fury.

He advanced on An Xing with deliberate, crushing steps.

An Xing’s body shook like a leaf.

"I’ll submit to sealing, I’ll repent—just let me live, Great Sage!"

The Great Sage remained silent, looming over An Xing.

His hand lashed out in a single motion.

As the palm descended, An Xing’s pupils shrank to pinpricks, the threat of death more overwhelming than ever before.

Within this strike, he felt as though the entire world was collapsing, time itself shattering.

He felt like an ant under a god’s heel.

He would die!

He knew with absolute certainty—this strike would kill him.

He didn’t want to die!

An Xing howled like a cornered beast, "Gods—!"

Help me!

An eerie pulse wracked An Xing’s body, a sinister pressure rippling outward. Within his pupils lurked a grotesque, nightmare insect, shrouded in black mist, its form unsettling to behold.

The mere sight of it seared the mind—as if looking too long would summon doom.

The Great Sage’s eyes widened briefly in surprise.

His hand twisted into a claw.

His fingers closed—and the insect inside An Xing screeched.

The creature writhed in his grip, and the Great Sage’s expression shifted to realization.

So that’s the trick.

The insect’s power raged—but only within the cage of the Great Sage’s fist. With a twist of his hand, the strike reformed, pressing lightly against An Xing—insect and all.

An Xing’s scream tore through the air.

His body ignited like kindling, consumed by infernal flames, crumbling to ash, carried off by the wind.

Time, suspended a moment ago, lurched back into motion.

The Emperor’s strike had already faded into nothing.

The Quasi-Emperors hadn’t even registered the Emperor’s blow—to them, it was as if nothing had happened.

The battle roared onward, unheeding.

"KABOOM!"

A thunderous explosion shook the cosmos!

The very fabric of the Dao trembled in grief, and the heavens and earth wept as one.

This sorrow sent chills down the spines of many Quasi-Emperors, for it was not the kind of grief that could be caused by a Quasi-Emperor’s death—it was undoubtedly the death of an Emperor!

Did an Emperor just die?

Yet the sorrow had barely arisen before it subsided, as if it were merely a hollow, perfunctory gesture.

The Quasi-Emperors were left dumbfounded, their fighting spirit waned.

Generally speaking, whether an Emperor was virtuous or wicked, as long as they had reached such heights of cultivation, their death would make the world mourn—a recognition of their strength.

But what the hell was going on now?

An Emperor had fallen, yet the world couldn’t care less?

Soon, however, the truth hit them like a delayed thunderclap.

The Great Sage of the Nine Heavens—had he just taken action?

The Emperor of the Dark Clan had the audacity to attack them, only to trigger the Great Sage's laws and be splattered like a bug with one slap!

Their memories flickered back in fragments. Time itself had glitched just moments ago, leaving their recollections in disarray.

Yet everyone had witnessed the Great Sage of the Nine Heavens erasing an Emperor like swatting a fly.

The Emperor hadn’t even been able to resist.

All the Quasi-Emperors were shook to their core.

For the Great Sage of the Nine Heavens had not taken action in eons. Many of the newer generation had never even lived through his era.

Moreover, the Great Sage had kept his past shrouded in mystery, leaving historical records of him nearly nonexistent.

The most common descriptions spoke of him as the one who "swept away the demons between the heavens, annihilated the false gods of all realms, upheld the collapsing cosmos, and reforged the order of the Nine Heavens."

These scattered words hinted at his immense power.

But just how strong was he?

Too few truly knew.

Now, they understood.

Unrivaled, unstoppable, the undisputed GOAT!

The Great Sage of the Nine Heavens… is a total badass!