novelAbuy Chapter 556 The Great Emperor
Chapter 556 The Great Emperor
In the chaotic void.
The gray-robed man looked at the Tianyuan Continent on the other side of the crack, and at the young man standing with his hands behind his back on the tower.
A gray light, thicker, heavier, and more oppressive than before, condensed from the palm of his hand.
The surrounding void was distorted, deformed, and shattered by the light.
Below the Great Emperor, all are but ants.
This is not arrogance, it's the truth.
The Holy Venerable cultivates "application"—the power of heaven and earth, the power of laws, and the power of all things.
The Great Emperor cultivates "creation"—creating his own laws, creating his own domain, and creating his own world.
In his own world, the Emperor is a god, whose words are law, and who can be born or destroyed in an instant.
The gray-robed man used ninety percent of his strength in that palm strike.
The light shone from his palm, and wherever it passed, the void trembled, the cracks widened, and even time seemed to slow down.
The will of heaven and earth on the Tianyuan Continent sensed the threat and trembled violently.
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The Tower of Babel.
Everyone looked up at the gray light that was descending from the sky.
The entire world seemed to have been paused, with only that gray light pressing down.
Some people collapsed to the ground, some covered their eyes, some knelt down, some were trembling, and some were crying.
It's not fear, but the kind of instinctive human fear that comes from facing an irresistible force or an insurmountable gap.
A young rogue cultivator opened his mouth, wanting to shout, but no sound came out.
My throat felt like it was being choked by something; my lips were trembling, and all I could hear was a gurgling sound coming from my throat.
Someone called out "Mother" softly, like a child.
Lin Chen stood atop the tower, looking up at the hazy gray light, his pupils contracting slightly.
The Great Emperor! He truly is the Great Emperor!
His fingers curled slightly, then relaxed.
He cannot retreat; behind him lies the Tianyuan Great World.
They were those monks covered in blood and utterly exhausted, those who had just been pulled back from the brink of death.
If he quits, they're finished.
His women are waiting for him, his children are waiting for him, his friends are waiting for him.
Lin Chen took a deep breath, preparing to unleash his full power.
Just then, a hand reached out from behind Lin Chen and pressed down on his shoulder.
"I'll do it."
Zhan Tian walked out from behind Lin Chen, stood in front of Lin Chen, stood on the edge of the tower top, and looked up at the hazy light.
His eyes were calm, as calm as a stagnant pool.
There was no fear, no excitement, no tension.
He's someone who's already died once, pulled out of the river of time, so he's not afraid of anything.
I wasn't afraid before, and I'm even less afraid now!
Zhan Tian raised his hand, his five fingers spread open.
A golden light shot out from his palm, not the pale gold of Lin Chen's, but a pure gold, like gold, dazzlingly bright.
Wherever the golden light passed, the void was torn apart, emitting a piercing sound.
"boom--"
The two beams of light collided.
The whole world trembled, and the runes on the Tower of Babel flickered wildly, emitting a buzzing sound.
Some people covered their ears, some squatted down, and some lay down on the ground.
The ground cracked open, stretching from the base of the tower all the way to miles away.
The cracks spread outwards like a spider web, some as wide as an arm, others as narrow as a finger.
The golden light shattered, and so did the gray light.
The fragments fell from the sky like a meteor shower, streaking across the heavens and crashing onto the earth, creating large craters.
Several fragments fell toward the Tower of Babel, but were blocked by its protective light shield.
The light shield trembled violently, a crack appeared, and then it shattered with a "crack".
A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of Lin Chen's mouth, and his body swayed slightly.
Zhan Tian took a step back, his right foot landing on the bricks at the top of the tower, which shattered into powder.
His right hand hung down at his side, with a thin scar on his palm that stretched from the base of his thumb to his wrist.
Lin Chen looked at Zhan Tian and asked, "What is your cultivation level?"
"First level of the Great Emperor realm." Zhan Tian's voice was calm.
He withdrew his hand, and the wound on his palm healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. He paused, then added:
"Don't panic too much. He can't get in. The will of heaven and earth is resisting him. He can only attack from across the void, and his power has been weakened considerably."
If it were the real body descending, I couldn't withstand this blow.
Lin Chen nodded without saying anything, then glanced inward at the nine-layered Chaos Pagoda within his sea of consciousness, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.
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In the chaotic void, the gray-robed man's face darkened.
He looked down at his right hand, where there was a thin, shallow cut on his palm, like a scratch from a piece of paper.
But it healed much slower than he had imagined, as if it were being held back by something.
The phantom that emerged from the tower was nothing more than a remnant soul, a fragment, something that should have long since vanished from the world.
But it was he who blocked 90% of his own attacks.
He is at the peak of the half-step Great Emperor realm, and his actual combat strength is no less than that of a Great Emperor at the first level.
Moreover, that person carried a karmic connection that the gray-robed man was unwilling to acknowledge.
That was the aura of the Chaos Tower. Although the deity of the Chaos Tower had already perished, the karma he left behind remained.
That cause and effect was like a thread, one end tied to the phantom, the other to the Chaos Tower, and the other to the young man.
Whoever crosses this line will bear the consequences.
The gray-robed man didn't want to face that force of cause and effect for the time being.
Those who obtain the Chaos Tower will receive the inheritance of the God.
If he could obtain the Chaos Tower and refine its essence...
The gray-robed man's gaze hardened, but he quickly suppressed it.
Who knows what kind of backup plan that being left for its successor?
He was able to break through to the Great Emperor realm because of his caution and lack of greed.
However, when the will of heaven and earth of this world collapses and the world is destroyed, then...
The gray-robed man's eyes flickered slightly, and then his figure gradually disappeared into the void.
He can wait a mere thousand years.
Although that young man was already at the mid-stage of the Half-Emperor realm at a young age, breaking through to the Great Emperor realm would not be so easy.
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On the Tower of Babel.
Lin Chen stood atop the tower, his divine sense passing through the crack and landing in the chaotic void, his expression solemn.
Although he didn't know why the emperor had retreated, Lin Chen knew that this matter was not over yet.
"Looks like I need to work harder at cultivation," Lin Chen muttered to himself, making up his mind.