Chapter 2805: The End?

The myriad heavens buzzed with activity, but the Black Hole remained silent.

In the darkness, Ye Chen and the assembly of peak powerhouses were still suppressed, unable to move. Only Ruoxi danced gracefully, her exquisite movements unparalleled.

"Still not ready."

Ye Chen's sacred body trembled, veins bulging on his forehead as he continued to call upon the Lingxiao Baodian. If it didn't manifest and break the pressure, not a single person could stir.

At this moment, they weren't just immobilized; they were in dire straits. Ye Chen's ancient sacred body crackled, many of his bones shattered. If he was in such a state, the other Quasi-Emperors were faring even worse. Take the Eighth Yanluo and Ninth Shenjiang, for example, who were already flattened, their divine bodies nearly pulverized. If this dragged on, they might be ground to dust, their Yuan Shen and true forms not spared.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The Lingxiao Baodian hummed incessantly, yet it didn't appear, as if urging them to wait a little longer—it still needed more power. They had to hold on, no matter the cost.

Pfft!

The Shengzun Emperor Ji spat out blood, her back bending under the strain. She and her companions were relatively better off due to their deep foundations, but over eighty percent of the other Quasi-Emperors were already half-kneeling, coughing up blood mixed with organ fragments. Many had shattered bones and damaged vital areas.

"Ruoxi, wake up."

Ye Chen gritted his teeth and roared, hoping to rouse her. He knew her dance was beautiful, but she couldn't force them to watch like this! If they kept going, more than half of the Quasi-Emperors would be crossing the Naihe Bridge.

Unfortunately, Ruoxi showed no response.

Pfft!

Ye Chen also coughed up blood, his face pale. Ruoxi's pressure was overwhelmingly strong, fixing the universe in place and disrupting the laws. Under it, he didn't even have the ability to end his own life, let alone use secret techniques.

"We're... really not supposed to be here."

The Zao Hua Shenwang coughed up blood, realizing how terrifying this girl was.

"What do we do? I want to smash her."

The Sixth Shenjiang cursed. As one of the Shenjiang under the Xianwu Emperor Zun, he had never felt so humiliated, being pinned down by pressure that even the Emperor Zun might not wield. As for smashing Ruoxi, everyone took it as a joke—they couldn't even move, and even if they could, they might not get near her. She was too mysterious, her power far too overwhelming.

"This dance isn't free to watch."

Donghuang Tai Xin coughed dryly. It came with a price, like this awkward situation. She had lost count of how many times she'd spat blood, and now she was covered in it, too embarrassed to cough up more.

As she spoke, Ruoxi's dance stopped.

At that instant, everyone, including Ye Chen, felt their hearts pounding. They stared intently at Ruoxi, noticing a halo flickering around her. If things went as expected, the next second a layer of halo would spread out and knock them all flying, leaving them half-crippled no matter how far it sent them.

However, the imagined halo didn't appear.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Ruoxi moved again, taking stiff steps like a walking corpse, one after another, heading deeper into the darkness. Her delicate jade feet stepped heavily, each one accompanied by a thunderous rumble that shook the Quasi-Emperors, making them spit blood repeatedly.

The Black Hole trembled, and the myriad heavens shook.

Gazing over the vast starry sky, the banging sounds disrupted countless battles, sending many fighters plummeting from the void. Numerous Quasi-Emperor experts were shaken, their ears ringing, adding even more chaos to the already bloody wars across the heavens.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

In the Black Hole, as Ruoxi walked farther away, the pressure finally lifted. The Quasi-Emperors staggered and vomited blood in unison, the mountain-like weight on their shoulders gone.

"Ruoxi."

Ye Chen healed his sacred body and dashed deeper in pursuit.

The other Quasi-Emperors weren't slow either, hurrying to follow.

Ruoxi's steps were profoundly mysterious, each one spanning a universe, allowing her to cross the void with terrifying speed, leaving a trail of beautiful afterimages behind.

"Not her... not her."

Ye Chen and the Quasi-Emperors chased and checked along the way, only to be embarrassed each time they caught up—it was always an afterimage. Her true body had already gone much farther.

"Is she an Emperor?"

Song Emperor Wang clicked his tongue in amazement, stunned for what felt like the umpteenth time.

"More likely, she transcends the Emperor."

Yanhuang pondered. Otherwise, how could she be so frightening?

Boom!

No sooner had Yanhuang spoken than a rumble echoed from the depths.

When the group arrived, they saw a palace—likely a relic from some ancient era—collapsed under Ruoxi's palm strike, its flying bricks turning to ash.

Hm?

Amid the scattering tiles, a graceful figure emerged, dressed in fluttering white robes with a peerless face. Yet her expression was wooden, and her eyes, which should have been clear, were eerily empty, like an emotionless puppet.

"Zhuxian Jian?"

Shengzun exclaimed in surprise, eyeing the seven-colored immortal sword in the woman's hand. It still glowed with rainbow light and hummed.

"Too far to see clearly."

"It seems like it really is."

"That woman in white is probably under its control."

"It's actually hiding in the Black Hole."

The Quasi-Emperors murmured among themselves, their eyes flashing with killing intent. If Ruoxi hadn't destroyed that palace, they wouldn't have known about it.

Pfft!

As they watched, Ruoxi struck from the sky with another palm.

This palm was devastating, instantly grinding the woman in white to dust. The seven-colored immortal sword was destroyed along with her, reduced to nothing.

"The Zhuxian Jian... just destroyed like that?"

Chujiang Wang swallowed hard, his eyes wide. That was the Zhuxian Jian! Even two great Chengsheng Shengti in the past couldn't capture it, yet it was obliterated by Ruoxi's palm. It all felt unreal.

"Destroyed, really destroyed."

The Eighth Shenjiang spoke, his expression filled with excitement.

Not just him—the Quasi-Emperors present, including Ye Chen, all had eyes shining brightly. That damned Zhuxian Jian had been elusive, always striking from the shadows and causing endless bloodshed. No one could catch it, but now it was gone for good—a cause for celebration. From now on, they could sleep without fearing sneak attacks; that sense of peace would be unprecedented.

Unfortunately, they were thinking too simply.

That seven-colored sword was indeed a Zhuxian Jian, but it was merely a replica, carrying only a fraction of the original's power.

The true Zhuxian Jian was still hidden within Ye Ling's body, lying dormant and healing. Before long, it would emerge again to wreak havoc, leading to more deaths.

"Is Ruoxi here for it?"

"Most likely."

"She wandered around and finally found it."

"She's still the impressive one!"

The Quasi-Emperors sighed and clicked their tongues in admiration. What Di Huang and Hongyan couldn't achieve, Ruoxi had done with a single palm, turning it to ashes.

"Let's celebrate?"

"How about a drink!"

The Quasi-Emperors laughed, ignoring their injuries as they pulled out wine flasks and clinked them together. With the Zhuxian Jian destroyed, their bodies didn't even hurt anymore.

"Don't drink, keep chasing."

Ye Chen spoke first and took off running. The Zhuxian Jian might be gone, but Ruoxi was still walking, and those banging sounds were shaking their very souls to the brink of collapse.

Deeper in the darkness, the group suddenly stopped, with over half of the Quasi-Emperors instinctively lowering their gazes, as if they could see through the barriers to the myriad heavens.

"Honghuang?"

"E Mo?"

"Tian Mo?"

Their expressions changed drastically as they witnessed the chaotic wars in the heavens, involving Honghuang, E Mo, and Tian Mo forces. The star domain they saw was already drenched in blood.

"What happened?"

This was the question on every Quasi-Emperor's mind.

"Activate the Great Wheel of Reincarnation Heavenly Dao."

Ye Chen was the most decisive, shouting firmly as he activated the Heavenly Dao. Every peak expert present was forcibly sent out of the Black Hole. The heavens were in a multi-sided war, and they needed to return and help. As for Ruoxi, he could handle her alone—more people wouldn't make a difference, as it wasn't something numbers could solve.