At the summit of Fufeng.
Chen Huai'an felt a terrifying aura above his head that could obliterate him.
He knew.
The final moment has arrived.
The power within his body had reached the limit that the lower realm could bear.
If he were in the Azure Cloud Realm, he would have already ascended to immortality by now.
It was the celestial rules of the planet that suppressed him, made him an immortal, and made him undergo his final transformation.
He looked down at the Heaven-Opening Axe in his hand. The rust had long since crumbled, and golden arcs of electricity flickered on the bright axe blade, while celestial energy condensed on the axe handle.
He was extremely hungry and thirsty.
돗껥 has accumulated enough strength.
"Very well, then I will lend you a hand!"
Chen Huai'an loosened his clenched teeth, letting the remaining gray lightning flow through his body, eventually converging back into the Heaven-Opening Axe.
At this moment, he...
Covered in blood and dressed in rags.
The Black Scale Sword had long since shattered into dust.
All he had left were his eyes.
A pair of eyes that were frighteningly bright, as if they were burning with two suns.
"That day..."
Chen Huai'an slowly raised the Heaven-Opening Axe in his hand.
The axe blade crackled with lightning, and chaotic clouds swirled around it.
So ordinary, compared to the various magnificent magical artifacts held by the immortals above the clouds, it all seemed like a joke.
But at this moment.
This axe, though in Chen Huai'an's hand, seemed to hold his life.
돗놇 tremble.
돗놇 longing.
돗놇 recalls the beginning of time, when the giant held 돗 and roared at the boundless chaos.
"Even if my body were to transform into mountains and rivers, I would still cleave open a piece of... the sky for all of you!"
돗놇 recalls the ancient primordial world, where the human emperor once held 돗 and made a vow in the face of a raging flood and divine punishment.
"If the heavens send down calamity, I will restore the heavens! If mountains and rivers block my path, I will... open them!"
돗놇 recalls thousands of years ago, when that emperor held 돗, pointed to this sky, and made that grand vow.
"If I die, may my dragon soul protect China and forever rule the heavens!"
Three swings.
Once for meat, once for survival, and once for dignity.
now.
This is the fourth time.
"...I've been covering my eyes for too long."
Chen Huai'an whispered.
The next moment.
The moment that world-destroying lightning was about to strike.
He moved.
He simply gripped the axe handle with both hands, crushed the giant stone with his feet, and used all the strength, will, and willpower he possessed—
Facing that world-destroying thunder eye.
Facing the celestial beings high above in the heavens.
Facing that destiny of countless reincarnations.
He cleaved out a blow with his axe.
…
Tian (天눓), lost voice.
There is no light.
There was no sound.
There wasn't even a fluctuation in energy.
The world-destroying lightning that could wipe out an entire province passed right through this axe like a phantom.
That axe strike struck lightning.
It is a boundary.
Hiss—
A soft sound.
It's like a blank sheet of paper being torn apart by someone.
Above the sky, starting from the enormous eye of lightning, a pitch-black, deep, and seemingly endless black crack suddenly appeared.
돗놇 spreads.
It cut upwards, cleaving through the clouds of calamity.
They cut open the lightning eye.
It sliced through the void.
They cut open... the Heavenly Gate.
The horrified gazes of both immortals and mortals.
The crack stretched all the way to the end of the line of sight, splitting the entire sky in two!
—The Creation of Heaven.
This axe strike cleaved the barrier between the upper and lower realms that had existed for millennia.
It cleaved open the chasm called "separation between immortals and mortals".
Rumble—!!!
A storm suddenly broke out.
This time, the wind was blowing from bottom to top.
The immense "turbid energy" that had accumulated in the lower realm coffins, which the immortals regarded as a raging flood, finally found an outlet at this moment.
They roared and cheered, rushing madly towards the upper realm along the cleaved crack!
That was a counterattack from the lower realms.
That was a triumphant comeback for humanity.
The Lingxiao Palace trembled, and the waters of Yaochi churned.
The once pristine and pure Thirty-Three Heavens are now like a pot of clear water splattered with ink, wildly corrupted by this "smoke and fire" from the mortal world.
…
The lower realm.
Chen Huai'an's axe shattered.
The Heaven-Opening Axe, which carried the supreme will, finally transformed into a sky full of rust and dissipated after completing its final mission.
All that remained was a bare axe handle, still gripping Chen Huai'an's hand.
He gripped the axe handle tightly.
Looking up, I saw the huge crack, the shattered lightning eye, and the magnificent palaces faintly visible behind the ruins.
"The road is open."
Chen Huai'an took a step.
With one step, thunder roared in the void beneath his feet.
The scattered lightning bolts seemed to have found a new target, surging wildly towards the axe handle in his hand.
The thunderstorm enveloped Chen Huai'an, turning him into a giant cocoon.
Countless laws of destruction intertwine, compress, and recombine on the axe handle!
Gradually (눓).
The front end of the axe handle.
A sword blade, entirely formed from lightning, slowly emerged.
That wasn't real lightning, but rather some kind of rule-based power representing destruction.
It transformed into a divine sword that absorbed the rules of this world, was bathed in countless immortal blood, and devoured the will of the Heavenly Dao.
Chen Huai'an walked uphill step by step.
Every step is a leap across a thousand feet.
With each step, his aura surged.
Dressed in rags, half demon, half immortal.
Their steps were unsteady, yet their resolve was as firm as a mountain.
When he reached the end of the crack, and stood atop the ruins of that heavenly gate...
The aura emanating from him had completely changed.
I am no longer a mortal.
He is also a cultivator.
It was a leap to a higher level of existence, a perfection that transcended all others.
There was no celestial music to guide them.
No golden lotus blooms.
There was no imperial edict of investiture from the Heavenly Court.
Chen Huai'an stood there; that was the road.
Chen Huai'an stood there, and that was the immortal.
Kill all those who block the way.
I am—a true immortal!
…
The wind blows across the ruins of Tianmen.
Chen Huai'an Station is at the same height as the upper boundary.
Ahead lay the chaotic Lingxiao Palace, tainted by foul air.
Behind them, lies the human realm of Gaju, a land of joy and resurgence.
He carried the immortal sword that was still dripping with lightning.
Slowly lift it up.
Where the sword points, the mortal realm is no longer there.
Rather, it was the Emperor's eyes, deep within the Heavenly Palace, filled with shock and apprehension.
A blood-stained smile curled at the corner of Chen Huai'an's mouth.
The sound is loud.
Yet it was like the law of heaven, resounding throughout the thirty-three heavens.
"Ah! This weather..."
"I've arrived!"
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