Chapter 2487 - 2455: Burying All—Both the Gray-Haired and the Black-Haired

Chapter 2487: Chapter 2455: Burying All—Both the Gray-Haired and the Black-Haired

Perhaps before the Palm Realm, there were shortcuts in cultivation, or relying on certain resources, one could forcibly pile up strength.

But once reaching the Palm Realm, there are hardly any weaklings.

Because each one of them is a powerful existence chosen from billions.

Each of them is a true genius and powerful cultivator.

They possess immense willpower, capable of persistent cultivation, until they comprehend and wield their own path as a Super Expert.

Each Palm Realm Powerhouse is the greatest treasure for any Universe.

But now, the lives of these Palm Realm Powerhouses are worthless, like grass.

Not only are the strong from the Starry Universe affected, but the experts of the Soul Clan Universe have also become thoroughly envious.

Because they clearly know, if they can’t stop these people now, then the Soul Clan Universe is truly finished.

Maybe their invasion of the Starry Universe was reckless; perhaps they could view the lives of beings in the Starry Universe as mere dust. But when such a calamity befalls their own people, it fills them with suffocating despair.

They too, are struggling for survival.

And the Starry Universe is also fighting for survival.

This is a war between races, civilizations, and survival, with no right or wrong, only life and death.

"Die!!"

A Soul Clan Dao Saint broke through the defense and, before the Netherworld could draw his blade, rushed forward regardless of his life, colliding into the blade presented by the Netherworld.

He was well aware of how terrifying the blade of this cold youth was.

Because prior to this, several Dao Saints had already perished under this seemingly ordinary blade.

Yet, he remained fearless.

For the sake of his homeland, and... the people of his homeland.

"Blade Realm, unify!"

Faced with the fearless mad rush of the Dao Saint, the Netherworld’s expression remained unchanged, as around him, worlds composed of blade light continually condensed, ultimately converging into the blade in his hand.

Within this blade, countless worlds exist.

Each blade light represents a world... a world entirely composed of Sword Intent.

Yet now, countless worlds are condensed into this single blade.

Mingmeng Dao Saint’s face slightly changed, because while intercepting the Soul Burial Melody, she couldn’t spare a hand to aid the Netherworld.

In the previous battles, she had also suffered injuries; if it weren’t for Taiyi sacrificing his life to block two Dao Saints’ life-risking Divine Skills, the one lying there wouldn’t be Taiyi Dao Saint, but her.

Taiyi Dao Saint, regarded by Era-Ancient Civilization’s experts as the eerie and fearsome Corpse Ghost Daoist, was merely a kind-hearted elder to the Starry Universe. In Taiyi Dao Saint’s life, he rarely had disputes with others, yet this old good-nature was precisely the terrifying Corpse Ghost Daoist in the eyes of Era-Ancient Civilization.

Such a seemingly dual-natured complex being chose to shield Mingmeng Dao Saint at the moment of her life and death.

"Taiyi, rest assured, I won’t let you down!"

Mingmeng Dao Saint took a deep breath. Taiyi protected her by sacrificing his life, and Taiyi fell.

So now, she must bear the weight for both of them.

"Awakening of Dream Path."

"In my dreams, all things are born; upon waking, all things perish!"

At this moment, in front of Mingmeng Dao Saint, appeared two overlapping cosmic spaces.

As she closed her eyes, a subtle universe emerged, containing entirely different myriad beings, including powerful cultivators, Star Sea, and... Palm Realm Powerhouses!

"Dream becomes reality."

With a smile, Mingmeng Dao Saint extended two slender fingers... and pierced her own eyes.

"Pop!"

A stunning beauty from the Starry Universe thus lost her eyes, and... forever.

This wasn’t an injury to the physical body, rather she had completely forsaken her vision, exchanging it for...

"Roar!!"

In that seemingly illusory dreamlike Starry Universe, powerful beings roared, emerging from it.

Charging from the dream to reality!

"Teacher Mingmeng..." In the distance, Guangming clenched his fists.

Because he knew, Mingmeng did this out of necessity. To gain a brief moment of combat power, Mingmeng lost not only her sight but also... her path.

Henceforth, Mingmeng’s path was irrevocably destroyed, without the possibility of further advancement for all her life.

She severed the Dream Path, destroyed her eyes—what was she fighting for?

In the world of dreams, mighty beings charged forth.

These beings were also Palm Realm Level existences! Directly attacking the Dao Saint experts of the Soul Tribe, their expressions were mad, utterly fearless of life and death.

Because they were originally birthed in Mingmeng’s dream, but now Mingmeng’s path was severed, they hadn’t even had the chance to truly become life forms before facing destruction.

How could they not go mad?

After being entangled by numerous Palm Realm creatures, the Dao Saint originally charging madly at the Netherworld was utterly immobilized and chose self-destruction in despair.

The Yin Universe exploded, obliterating everything around, and those beings from the Dream Universe were completely incinerated, not a shred left.

At this moment, the Netherworld took a deep breath.

His blade finally completed its final momentum buildup.

This blade was his strongest, and the peak of his life’s cultivation.

The Netherworld knew clearly that after this blade, he might no longer have the power to fight.

So now it depended on how many he could kill with this blade.

"Divine Skill—Burial Blade!"

As the Netherworld slashed out with the blade, his body instantly shriveled, his vital energy and spirit were utterly drained in an instant, even his Divine Soul dulled.

However, the dullness was not only his Divine Soul.

Everything around dulled at the moment this blade shone.

This is the Netherworld’s strongest Divine Skill—Burial Blade!

Originally, this blade was just an idea in the Netherworld’s mind, attempting to fully execute it probably beyond even his Dao Saint’s Realm.

Yet at this moment, he couldn’t afford to care anymore, forcibly unleashing this blade.

This blade embodied all of the Netherworld, his entire being.

This blade was not only a blade, it represented his life, his path.

As this blade was slashed out, the blade in the Netherworld’s hand turned directly to ash, disappearing.

Because this blade does not bury people, but the Saber Soul.

The emergence of this blade signifies the eternal disappearance of a companion that has been with the Netherworld for years.

The vast blade buries the Saber Soul, beneath the blade lie the lost souls.

How many lost souls are there? White-haired and black-haired people!

The Netherworld’s Yin Universe began to collapse.

But a smile remained on his face.

Perhaps he was satisfied with this blade, or maybe he simply felt he had avenged the loyal old housekeeper who tragically lost his family.

You killed someone close to me, so I buried your universe’s white-haired and black-haired people!

This is the Netherworld.

The Netherworld who, in childhood, slaughtered an entire continent just to vent his mother’s anger!