That kind of collision, the ripples it caused, are beyond description.
The Milky Way hangs upside down, the sun and moon are reversed, stars fall en masse, heaven and earth shatter, and everything sinks into ruin.
Finally, a blinding light, almost overwhelming everything.
Terrifying energy balls, each corroding and colliding with the others.
The void was silent and annihilated, the chaotic qi being driven out, as if everything were returning to its origin.
And in that ineffable collision of ultimate forces.
A muffled grunt suddenly sounded!
Billions upon billions of beings, at this moment, would stop breathing.
"The Eternal Emperor has retreated!"
A chilling voice echoed, causing everyone to gasp in astonishment.
But behold, there he stood, a towering figure, resembling a mythical emperor who had lived for millennia.
He was taking step after step back, with muffled groans escaping him. He had been injured...
His towering form, with a few drops of blood falling.
The peerless mythical Immortal Emperor, who claimed to be invincible, was finally wounded.
...and the next moment.
All eyes turned to Jun Xiaoyao with apprehension.

The heavens tremble, unyielding and steadfast, eyes as cold as lightning, gazing down upon the sky with disdain!
"Great Emperor!"
Countless beings from myriad immortal realms were cheering and rejoicing, their joy so profound that tears welled in their eyes.
<<>>
No one can bring down the Eternal Emperor; he is invincible throughout eternity!
However...
In the midst of overwhelming joy, no one noticed.
The Wu-ending Emperor's hair, originally grayish-white, became even paler.
His face also showed a trace of vicissitudes.
While you are free and easy over there.
Surprisingly, Jun Xiaoyao was also affected.
But the impact he endured was not too much.
The reason is simple.
Before him stood a graceful and ethereal figure.
It's the Dream Emperor!
Jun Xiaoyao saw it, blood, dripping from Meng Di's long fingers, little by little.
"Emperor Meng Senior…"
Jun Xiaoyao's eyes trembled slightly.
Actually, in his imagination.
If it were a divine incarnation, it would have completely endured the full force of the Longevity Emperor's attack.
It won't be a complete collapse, but it won't have much energy left either.
But now, the Dream Emperor has borne the brunt of the impact, so the divine body's energy is still well preserved.
"Need I say more? This is my own volition."
The Dream Emperor, without looking back, merely said in a soft voice.
"But, Senior Dream Emperor, your injuries…" Jun Xiaoyao hesitated to speak.
"Unbothered," the Dream Emperor said in a flat tone, seemingly unconcerned by his injuries.
...just like this body, it doesn't feel like it's my own at all....
Meanwhile, Wuhu also received a bit of protection.
But he wasn't doing much better either, his wounds were bleeding profusely at the moment.
Even the physical form of the Desolate Emperor could not completely withstand the vast power of the Mythical Emperor.
At this moment, the world is silent.
Even the ancestor of the Holy Spirit and others temporarily halted their offensive.
They know.
Actually, the true outcome of victory or defeat hinges on the clash between Emperor Changsheng, Emperor Wuzhong, and figures like Jun Xiaoyao.
"My imperial majesty, I was actually injured?"
The Immortal Emperor raised his hand, which was oozing with blood.
That palm was long and flawless, something that would surely make any woman jealous.
But at this moment, it was stained with dazzling blood, and every drop of blood carried an aura that crushed the void.
How many eras have passed?
The Immortal Emperor couldn't even calculate how long it had been since he last suffered an injury.
But now, after many ages, he has been wounded.
This almost made him doubt everything.
"Was he only hurt?"
Seeing the state of Emperor Changsheng, even Jun Xiaoyao couldn't help but reveal a hint of solemnity in his eyes.
Could it be... that I'll have to use that move?
Jun Xiaoyao thought to himself.
He always had a feeling that something was amiss.
In theory, the Immortal Emperor should already be an absolute backstage big boss-level figure, a mythical emperor.
But if that's all there is to it, then a lot of things remain unclear.

It is also unclear why the Immortal Emperor would target the Sacred Physique lineage.
So, before he fully understood everything, Jun Xiaoyao didn't actually want to reveal all his cards.
"Heh... hehe..."
The Immortal Emperor, unexpectedly, let out a chuckle.
This is amazing.
With his apathetic heart, smiling was a rare occurrence.
You, long ago made me feel that faint ache again.
"This... seems to give this Emperor a feeling, like he's human again, just a little..."
The Eternal Emperor, he actually raised his hand and licked the blood on his palm.
“When I was still an emperor and a human, I too suffered wounds and knew the kind of piercing, bone-deep pain.”
But…
The Immortal Emperor's eyes became icy cold.
When I achieved godhood, became a true god, I understood.
"Lowly ants are the only ones who feel pain. Only true immortals can ascend the path of transcendence."
"You have made this Emperor experience this feeling once again, so, I shall bestow upon you death!"
The Emperor of Longevity spoke, his aura burst forth, and a misty river flowed.
The endless world, fading around him, the unparalleled mythical power, began to erupt.
<<>>
Lions are already terrifying enough.
And the wounded and enraged male lion is even more terrifying!
"Brother Xiao Yao..."
In the imperial court of Xianyu, Jiang Luoli's heart trembled violently, her face as pale as paper.
She also sensed that Jun Xiaoyao had fallen into an extremely dangerous situation.
"Saint Yi, Brother Xiaoyao..."
Jiang Luoli turned her head, but she couldn't find Jiang Shengyi.
Jiang Shengyi is gone!
Her heart skipped a beat.
On the Jiutian side.
Jun Xiaoyao's face was stern.
If that's the case, then he can only resort to his trump card.
And just then, a cry of surprise suddenly rang out.
"Enjoy yourself!"
Jun Xiao Yao, his expression startled, turned his head.
Jiang Shengyi, with hair like snow and robes fluttering in the wind, arrived by traversing the void.
Know that the battlefield before them is essentially a place of utter annihilation.
Even the emperor would not dare to tread lightly there.
While Jiang Shengyi, had already left Jun Di Ting and crossed over.
"Saint Yi, what are you doing here!"
Jun Xiaoyao, as if remembering something, narrowed his brows and shouted coldly.
He has always been gentle with Jiang Shengyi.
But at this moment, it is rare to scold.
"Freely, I understand what I'm doing!"
Jiang Shengyi smiled, she began to mobilize her own qi.
"Huh?"
The Immortal Emperor, too, turned his gaze. Then, his pupils constricted.
Never before has there been such a similar scene.
That world, that time, that day!
It's the same scenario!
The moment he, who was already dead, opened his eyes.
The woman he loved most, the Queen Mother of the West, was forever with her eyes closed.
I have failed the common people but not you.
An indescribable emotion arose from the depths of the Eternal Emperor's heart.
At this moment, even the ice coffin behind him was trembling faintly.
That was his beloved, the body of the Queen Mother of the West.
And he, was a fallen coffin bearer.
"The world has reincarnation, beginningless and endless..."
The Wu-ending Emperor's eyes were glazed over.
Could it be that in this world, there are such similar reincarnations?
"No, Sainte!"
Over in the fairy realm, someone was shouting loudly.
It was precisely Jiang Shengyi's master, Yu Qingning.
The Saint Master of Yaochi is also here, her face pale and ashen.
Could it be that the tragic fate is truly inescapable?
Before it was the West Queen Mother, now it is Jiang Shengyi.
The same role, but played by a different person.
"Saint Yi, do you know what you're doing?" Jun Xiaoyao stared at Jiang Shengyi.
Jiang Shengyi just smiled.
She didn't care if it was fate or not.
May the man she loves most be well throughout her life.

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