CHAPTER 244: DEATH OF EMPEROR YUAN

Though the Emperors harbored countless conflicts among themselves, they remained united when it truly mattered.

Only through unity could the Emperors of the Ancient Flame Kingdom possess sufficient deterrent power—to suppress all wandering cultivators and secure the best resources. This was also the decree of the Flame Wind Ancestor.

“Primordial Space Eight-Phase Formation!” Emperor Fu activated his formation treasure. An ancient formation infused with Primordial aura appeared, divided into eight layers—each interlocking and overlapping, with Emperor Fu and Emperor Ming at its core while the other six Emperors supported them.

“Activate the formation!”

The ancient formation’s might instantly surged to the very limit of Origin Continent’s power. Their seamless cooperation made the formation’s profundity unmatched.

In terms of strength, Emperor Ming—through his extraordinary mental will—had excavated his Primordial Bloodline to an extreme level. Combined with his powerful treasures, once he exerted himself fully, his power could indeed reach the continent’s upper limit.

With all eight combined, their might was beyond question.

“Though Emperor Yuan caused much trouble, he cannot die at the hands of a mere wandering cultivator.” None of the Emperors would permit such a thing to happen.

“We must stop Luo He,” Emperor Fu also said. He did not wish for Luo Feng’s relationship with the Ancient Flame Kingdom to sour. “Killing an Emperor would bring a disaster! If the Ancestor becomes enraged, I fear even I can no longer cooperate with Luo He.”

Whoosh!

The Primordial Space Eight-Phase Formation instantly crossed a vast distance, arriving at the region shrouded by the Endless Blood River.

“Rumble——!”

As soon as the grand formation descended, it carried a terrifying aura, attempting to crush the Blood River and rescue Emperor Yuan.

“They’re here.” Emperor Yuan, whose body was being corroded and destroyed by the endless blood-red river, raised his head in excitement. Protected by several powerful treasures, his body was still being continuously annihilated.

On one side stood the Primordial Space Eight-Phase Formation.

On the other, Luo Feng’s Endless Blood River, driven by the Star Tower.

Both had reached the limit of Origin Continent’s power. The formation crossed space, forcefully attempting to crush and disperse the Blood River.

“Boom!!!”

Emperor Fu, Emperor Chu, Emperor Yan, Emperor Ming, Emperor Kong, and the rest—all eight Emperors’ expressions changed.

As they tried to suppress the Blood River through the formation, they sensed its boundless might—its power was seamless and whole, like a colossal blood serpent rolling and striking, shaking the entire Primordial Space Eight-Phase Formation backward!

Eight Emperors joined forces—

Even Emperor Fu and Emperor Ming were among them! To them, this terrifying formation should have been invincible. Yet in direct confrontation, they were actually at a disadvantage?

“Impossible!”

“The Primordial Space Eight-Phase Formation already reaches the continent’s upper power limit! It’s even driven by a formation treasure—its profundity should be unparalleled!”

“With Emperor Ming’s mental will enhancing the formation, how could we still lose?”

Emperor Fu, Emperor Chu, and Emperor Yan could hardly believe it.

“Permeate!” Emperor Fu immediately shifted the formation’s mode.

In an instant, the Primordial Space Eight-Phase Formation became illusionary, merging seamlessly with space itself, silently enveloping the vast Endless Blood River. ṘΆꞐŐ𝖇ĚŜ

The Blood River surged violently. As its might erupted, tiny cracks spread densely across the Membrane of the Source World, and countless fissures appeared across the formation itself.

“Quickly retract the formation!” Emperor Ming urged anxiously.

“Withdraw!” Emperor Fu dared not attempt to envelop the entire river again. The formation quickly pulled away and concealed itself.

“In direct confrontation, we can’t win. Through spatial infiltration, we can’t win either.” Emperor Fu sent a telepathic message to his seven companions. “What should we do?”

“Our formation has long reached the limit of Origin Continent’s power, yet we still lost in head-on battle. Clearly, the opponent’s profundity surpasses ours by at least one full level—it’s a difference in essence,” Emperor Yan transmitted nervously. “That black robe—he must be a being beyond the Divine King!”

“Could it be the Ruler of the Myriad Realms who broke through beyond the Divine King level?”

“Or the Ancestor of the East Extremity Region?”

The eight Emperors were shaken.

Even united, they were still at a disadvantage. They did not believe any being below the Ultimate Realm could achieve this.

On the Origin Continent, those publicly known to stand above the Divine Kings were only the Ancestors of the Two Kingdoms, the Ancestor of the East Extremity Region, and Emperor Qing—four in total! The Ruler of the Myriad Realms, having comprehended a complete Origin Path, was also a candidate to take that step.

“Save me! My body can’t hold on—I’m dying!” Emperor Yuan’s desperate transmission came.

“We can’t save you,” Emperor Fu answered. “Even with the eight of us united, we cannot prevail!”

“Emperor Yuan, reincarnate!” Emperor Yan also urged. “Do not use your Resurrection Vessel—it’s too weak! It can’t withstand the Black Robe’s pursuit!”

…

When Emperor Yuan first sensed the formation’s arrival, hope had flared within him.

But only one breath later—the formation clashed several times with the Endless Blood River, losing every single time. It was completely suppressed.

“It’s over.” Emperor Yuan’s heart turned cold.

The other Emperors’ telepathic messages reached him.

“Emperor Qing! Emperor Qing! Save me!”

“Emperor Qing!”

He called again and again.

At that moment, he longed only for Emperor Qing to act—but Emperor Qing never responded.

“It’s truly over.”

Emperor Yuan finally understood he had no choice.

In ordinary battles between Divine Kings, even if their true bodies were destroyed, they could still rely on Resurrection Vessels to cultivate anew.

But the Black Robe—his Endless Blood River’s profoundness completely suppressed the Primordial Space Eight-Phase Formation—his realm was unimaginably high. Such a being must excel in Causality or Curse-type techniques.

The Resurrection Vessel was weaker than any clone—most vulnerable at the moment of rebirth!

The Black Robe also specialized in mental will attacks.

Faced with causal curses and psychic assaults, Emperor Yuan knew his Resurrection Vessel would almost certainly die—utterly erased before even reincarnation could begin.

“Emperor Qing… Emperor Qing… I’m about to die, and you still ignore me.” Emperor Yuan felt both suffocated and bitter. As his body was rapidly destroyed, he had no time to think further.

In his final moments, he cast a lingering gaze upon his collection of supreme treasures.

Five top-tier treasures—and his Ultimate Realm life form—all were lost.

“Buzz.”

When his physical body was reduced to barely one-tenth, Emperor Yuan invoked the Reincarnation Secret Technique with a final thought.

“Hmm?”

Controlling the vast Endless Blood River, Luo Feng noticed Emperor Yuan’s body vanish, leaving behind only his artifacts.

“Reincarnated?” Luo Feng prepared himself, intending to join forces with Morosa to perform the Curse Killing Technique. Morosa, once skilled in curses even at the First Stage of the Divine King Realm, now at the Ultimate Realm, could easily target a Resurrection Vessel.

Luo Feng’s Path of Destruction had reached the Second Stage of the Divine King Realm, and with the Star Tower’s numerous destruction-type secret patterns, he could also channel curse techniques.

Together, they would have an overwhelming chance of success.

“This Emperor Yuan was decisive—he didn’t transfer his consciousness into a Resurrection Vessel, but chose reincarnation instead,” Luo Feng thought. “If he ever exposes his identity in the future, I’ll kill him then.”

As long as Emperor Yuan remained cautious, none would know his reincarnated self.

“Whoosh.” Luo Feng swept up Emperor Yuan’s remaining treasures with the Endless Blood River.

“Black Robe!”

A furious roar came from afar.

The eight Emperors within the Primordial Space Eight-Phase Formation turned their gazes toward him. The one shouting was Emperor Yan. “Black Robe! Even if you stand above the Divine Kings, for killing an Emperor of my Ancient Flame Kingdom, our nation will never let this go!”

“Hahaha…” Luo Feng laughed. “Never let it go? What can you do about it?”

“This Black Robe!”

“He doesn’t take us seriously at all!”

The eight Emperors were furious, yet powerless.

Under the laws of the Origin Continent, as long as one transcended the Divine King level—even the Ancestors of the Two Kingdoms could hardly subdue another of the same rank.

In truth, beings like the Ancestor of the East Extremity Region and the Ruler of the Myriad Realms were both discreet, knowing full well the Two Ancestors had long reached incomprehensible heights. Should they leave the Origin Continent, they’d still fear those two—or even need their protection.

That was why the Ancestor of the East Extremity Region had once yielded to them.

“This being beyond the Divine King level is utterly unrestrained. What can we do?” The Emperors felt helpless.

They watched the black-robed, golden-masked powerhouse and his servant within the vast Blood River. Clearly, master and servant both cared nothing for offending the Ancient Flame Kingdom.

Morosa’s disguised form even bore some resemblance to Zuo Shan Ke’s puppet disguise.

“Let’s go.”

Luo Feng smiled faintly, leading Morosa away as the Endless Blood River rolled and faded.

The Emperors of the Primordial Space Eight-Phase Formation exchanged glances.

“What now?”

“Emperor Yuan has reincarnated. Given his debt to the Royal Clan, even if his new self is recognized by the clan, he’ll never again cultivate to the Ultimate Realm.”

“If he cannot reach the Ultimate Realm, revealing his identity would be suicide!”

They all understood this.

A typical Divine King at the Second Stage peak would never survive pursuit from a Black Robe powerhouse.

“So, I’d say Emperor Yuan won’t return to the Royal Clan for recognition.”

“What a pity…”

“Thirteen Emperors have become twelve.”

“This will be a great laughingstock for our Ancient Flame Kingdom’s Royal Clan.”

They sighed.

In the past, the Ancient Flame Kingdom had been unmatched, suppressing all sides. Apart from the Ancient Thunder Kingdom, no other force dared face them head-on—all bowed their heads before them.

But today, Emperor Yuan was dead.

The death of an Emperor would shake the entire Origin Continent.

“The Black Robe’s power is far beyond our reach. Report this to Emperor Qing. And… to the Ancestor as well.” Emperor Jiufeng sighed.

“Yes, we must inform the Ancestor,” Emperor Xuan agreed.

“Let’s go.”

Emperor Fu immediately controlled the formation, leading the Emperors back.

…

At the tower of the City Lord’s Mansion in Huyang City,

Luo Feng and Morosa were drinking together.

“Master is wise—by killing those with great sins one by one, you’ve drawn out the true culprit behind them,” Morosa laughed heartily. “Haha, to publicly kill an Emperor of the Ancient Flame Kingdom—what a delight!”

“That Emperor Yuan deserved death. A pity I can’t unravel the reincarnation technique—otherwise, even his next life would end the same.” Luo Feng felt no pity for Emperor Yuan, who devoured living beings by the nation—far more horrific than even the Heavenly Kun.

“I once thought I could spar with Master… Now I know I’m far too inferior,” Morosa sighed.

This time, he had truly seen it.

The Path of Life and Death, as a fusion path—its six-branch fusion technique rivaled Realm Beasts’ ultimate strikes; its eight-branch fusion technique brushed against the threshold of transcending the Divine Kings. And driven by the Star Tower, it reached an even higher level—no wonder he could only look up to Luo Feng.

“Don’t flatter me.” Luo Feng chuckled. “This matter isn’t over yet.”

“Not over?” Morosa asked, puzzled.

“The Ancient Flame Kingdom still has Emperor Qing, and the unfathomable Flame Wind Ancestor,” Luo Feng said. “Let’s see what they do next.”