Chapter 669: I Already Gave You All a Chance
From the very beginning, the First Emperor knew that the Eight Desolations were definitely not kind-hearted.
The Qian Desolation Lord and the others pretended to be in a frantic rush to check the situation, but the First Emperor felt that wasn’t the case at all.
He deliberately suppressed the Qian Desolation Lord to see how the Eight Desolations would react.
Sure enough, the others drew their weapons, clean and decisive, as if they had been prepared long in advance.
The First Emperor guessed that the Eight Desolations had intentionally collided with the Nine Provinces, but he didn’t directly force them to confess.
Not knowing his power, unintentionally offending, he would not hold them accountable.
But if he revealed his heavenly majesty and the Eight Desolations still refused to confess, then they would be truly ungrateful and ignorant.
Therefore, the First Emperor gave the Eight Desolations one chance to admit their mistake and bow their heads in submission.
The result was that the Eight Desolations not only failed to confess but also feigned submission while secretly harboring murderous intent.
Deserving of execution.
“Two Earthly Immortals, one half-step Celestial Immortal, and three beast Celestial Immortals. With such a lineup, you dare oppose Us? You look down on Us far too much.”
“Seeing Us and not kneeling, still thinking of resistance, utterly foolish and hopeless.”
The First Emperor stood up, his domineering aura radiating outward. The chains forged from Immortal Metal were as good as nonexistent, easily broken.
“The Yin-Yang Two Immortals, Supreme Immortal Baoyi, and the three envoys Wuhán, Xiangliu, and Yingzhao are here! Let’s see how much longer you can be so arrogant!” The Qian Desolation Lord’s face twisted ferociously, an uneasy feeling lurking in his heart.
He spoke loudly precisely to dispel this unease.
To ensure absolute success, the Eight Desolations had reported this matter to Immortal Lord Luwu, who dispatched three Celestial Immortals to aid them.
“Things as worthless as clay chickens and pottery dogs dare to strut before Us.” The First Emperor released his Mahayana stage aura. The Qian Position Desolation Lord Palace couldn’t withstand such pressure and exploded, countless stars pierced through by the fragments.
“Three Talents Formation!” Supreme Immortal Baoyi roared. The Yin-Yang Two Immortals stood in specific positions, forming the Three Talents configuration with him.
A hundred Unity Stage cultivators and the Eight Desolation Lords formed an array, channeling their power to the three immortals, pushing the immortals’ power to a new height.
The three immortals, wielding immortal artifacts, struck at the First Emperor.
“Kill!”
“What an outrageously arrogant mortal from the lower realm!” Wuhán manifested his Heavenly Witch True Body, his skin covered with Witch Clan Tattoos, his blood boiling, powerful heartbeats pounding from his chest like thunderous war drums.
“Wuhán, you people from the Nine Provinces are truly as ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth as ever.” Nine giant snakes tore a rift in space, arriving in the Eight Desolations from the void.
When all nine giant snakes squeezed into the Eight Desolations, their tails connected, becoming a single entity—the nine-headed Xiangliu.
Green poisonous mist drifted from Xiangliu’s body. Xiangliu’s mastery of poison techniques had reached its peak. Among Celestial Immortals, his attainments in poison were the highest, and few Celestial Immortals were willing to stand as his opponents.
“Why say so much? Capture this person first.” Yingzhao was full of resentment. To have to resort to assassination to deal with a mere lower realm mortal was simply a disgrace.
The First Emperor punched, shattering space. Space fragmented like glass. The First Emperor pinched the largest shard of space between two fingers, using it as a weapon. With a flick of his wrist, he slashed at the three immortals of the Eight Desolations, cutting them in half at the waist. The immortal artifacts couldn’t block such power, disintegrating and scattering into pieces on the ground.
Facing Wuhán, the First Emperor threw another punch, piercing through his chest. In the First Emperor’s hand was Wuhán’s still-beating, vibrant heart.
Splat—
The heart exploded. True Witch blood splattered across the cosmos. A Desolation Lord touched several drops, wanting to absorb the energy within, only to have half his body blown apart. When his body regenerated, the restored part wasn’t his own appearance but that of Wuhán.
Xiangliu had nine heads, thus nine lives. The First Emperor pinned Xiangliu down, using his finger as a blade, drawing a line from its neck all the way to its tail.
Repeating this nine times, the First Emperor extracted Xiangliu’s complete skeleton.
Xiangliu’s poisonous mist and venom fell upon the First Emperor, failing to dissolve even a single hair.
Xiangliu used its bones as a foundation, flesh growing from the skeleton, reviving and being reborn.
The First Emperor mobilized spiritual energy, instantly refining Xiangliu’s flesh into a zombie, setting the zombie Xiangliu to battle the real Xiangliu.
The zombie Xiangliu feared neither injury nor death, its combat awareness identical to when alive, making the real Xiangliu suffer immensely, its lives being consumed one by one.
Yingzhao was a nine-tailed immortal tiger. The First Emperor employed a tiger-subduing technique, suppressing Yingzhao, pulling out its sinews and skinning it alive. Yingzhao roared in continuous, heart-rending agony.
“Though you, beast, are incompetent, you possess a fine pelt. We shall keep this skin; it can serve as a cushion.”
The First Emperor was not satisfied with his imperial throne, feeling its material couldn’t properly reflect his status. Though Yingzhao’s skin also couldn’t match his status, it was better than nothing. He would use it for now, replacing it when something better came along.
Having dealt with the immortals who dared offend his heavenly majesty, the First Emperor turned his attention to these blind and ignorant Unity Stage cultivators and Desolation Lords.
His eyes flashed, his gaze containing immeasurable heavenly majesty. Instantly, the hundred Unity Stage cultivators and the Eight Desolation Lords vomited blood, their internal organs dissolving into a thick liquid, impossible to restore.
The weaker Unity Stage cultivators died on the spot!
“My eyes!” a Unity Stage cultivator screamed. He had met the First Emperor’s gaze for a moment, offending the imperial majesty. His eyes simply vanished, leaving behind dark, empty sockets.
“You wish to look upon Us? Then We shall let you look your fill.”
The First Emperor’s phantom appeared within that person’s spiritual platform. That person could see nothing else, only the First Emperor.
Facing the First Emperor, he could only kneel. That person thudded to his knees. If the phantom of the First Emperor within his spiritual platform didn’t disappear, he would have to kneel forever, until death.
“You wish to form teams and arrays? Then We shall grant your wish.”
The First Emperor extended a hand that blotted out the sky, the sound of the Dao rumbling, sealing the space so the people of the Eight Desolations couldn’t escape.
The Unity Stage cultivators discovered their bodies were dissolving. Their bones, flesh, and blood flowed like liquid. Their bodies merged, the liquid solidified, they were no longer separate from each other, forming a gigantic spherical mass.
Countless heads, legs, and feet protruded from the flesh ball, exceptionally terrifying.
Even more terrifying was that they were still alive, their consciousness clear, and they could even connect with the consciousness of others.
Countless consciousnesses mingled together, making them utterly unable to discern which thoughts were their own.
The more panicked they became, the more chaotic their consciousness grew. They were on the verge of collapse, wishing for death.
They couldn’t even die. Only if their consciousness became completely unified could they control the body to commit suicide.
The heads and limbs on the exterior of the flesh ball moved irregularly, uttering incomprehensible words, twisted to the extreme.
Cold sweat drenched the backs of the Eight Desolation Lords. The First Emperor’s methods were unpredictable, defying common sense. Opposing the First Emperor, even death was a luxury.
The Eight Desolation Lords wanted to flee the battlefield. The First Emperor made a pulling motion in the air, and the Eight Desolation Lords were dragged back.
“We gave you a chance. Pity you didn’t cherish it. Betray Us, and you must bear the corresponding price.”
One of the Desolation Lords was exceptionally graceful and charming, a rare beauty. She begged to become a slave or servant, to serve by the First Emperor’s side.
“Absorbing yang to nourish yin, beautiful body but ugly heart. Disgusting.”
The First Emperor sealed this Desolation Lord’s cultivation and body, making her no different from a mortal, then threw her into the slums of a certain planet.
The slum dwellers, who had never seen such a beauty, immediately had their eyes light up and pounced on her.
Furthermore, a severe drought was occurring at the time, with no harvest. The slum dwellers had no food. The imperial court was busy offering tributes to cultivators, leaving these people to fend for themselves. With no other options, they were considering exchanging children to eat, when this Desolation Lord appeared.
After the slum dwellers finished using her, they chopped off her limbs to cook.
Unexpectedly, the Desolation Lord’s limbs grew back. Looking into the eyes of the slum dwellers, she was terrified, unable to tell if what she saw in their eyes was lust or appetite.
The First Emperor then stripped the soul from another Desolation Lord, forcing it to possess a mule, to labor for its entire life. When the mule died, it would continue possessing other beasts, forever without rest.
What differed from the Beast Reincarnation Path was that beings on that path lacked intelligence, whereas this Desolation Lord’s consciousness was clear, yet unable to resist.
Those at the Tribulation Transcendence Stage could achieve Blood Drop Rebirth. The First Emperor thus blasted one Desolation Lord until only a single drop of blood remained, then fed that drop of blood into the stomach of another Desolation Lord.
One Desolation Lord revived, the other Desolation Lord exploded.
The First Emperor then blasted another Desolation Lord until only a drop of blood remained, feeding it into the stomach of the Desolation Lord who had just revived.
The other Desolation Lord revived, one Desolation Lord exploded.
The First Emperor cast a spell, controlling the bodies of the two. They would repeat this action continuously until they died of exhaustion.