CHAPTER 1660: CHAPTER 1601: A CENTURY OF TIME IN THE VAST HUMAN WORLD!

Roar!

Suddenly, another roar echoed through time and space, almost piercing through the ages. An even more formidable and vast aura than before surged up from the azure continent below.

The wild force almost swept across a vast expanse of heaven and earth, charging towards the endless chaos.

This was a dragon, to be specific, a Sky Dragon-esque primordial spirit. The dragon horns on its head were like two enormous divine trees reaching the sky, winding and gnarled, as if forged from gilded gold. Besides, between the two dragon horns, there was also a sharp single horn, like a heavenly column piercing the sky!

The Sky Dragon hadn’t yet risen from the continent, but its dragon horns had already pierced through the vault of heaven, probing into the chaos, causing a massive turbulence of chaos.

The Sky Dragon, its body like gold cast, let out a long howl that penetrated the star river. Its two eyes were larger and more dazzling than the great sun, directly illuminating two golden light star rivers, washing into the chaos.

The Sky Dragon rose to land, enveloped in a deluge of wind, rain, and lightning, causing the vast continent beneath its feet to tremble. Enormous great rifts ran through Xiao Chen’s body. Even a ripple’s spread annihilated a star domain, vanishing into darkness.

Immediately, the Sky Dragon roared angrily, extending a dragon claw down towards the continent below, as if intending to destroy it. The entire continent trembled with rumbling, this was a true cataclysm. Even before the dragon claw descended, the terrifying aura’s impact caused Xiao Chen to see great rifts splitting open the earth.

Roar, roar, roar!

At this moment, the Sky Dragon’s actions seemed to have angered the primordial spiritual beings on the continent, and terrifying auras rose from the continent.

Almost instantly, mighty figures capable of holding up heaven and earth emerged, rising from the continent. Their figures directly launched attacks into the chaos.

Even spanning several epochs of civilization, this moment made Xiao Chen’s heart tremble. On the continent beneath his feet, terrifying shadows relentlessly enlarged. Each was immensely huge, a single foot comparable to the largest mountains of the Desolate Wilds. Each scale was like a galaxy.

"Is this the reason why the existence of the Great Desolate Era was so brief? No wonder the three thousand primordial spiritual beings nearly perished, with chaos imprinting the Great Dao — it’s as if there’s baseless slaughter, primal collisions, annihilating heaven and earth!"

In the depths of Xiao Chen’s eyes, destructive brilliance flickered, as mighty spirits beyond the emperor’s path engaged in melee combat.

An epochal grand melee, each primordial spirit like a moving Dao pattern, expending all strength to observe, imprinting onto the soul to seek enlightenment.

The chaos was shattered, and finally, a primordial spirit, under the siege of several spirits, was blasted apart, bursting forth brilliant splendor, sketching out a crescent-moon-like Dao pattern.

Great rifts capable of tearing the sky spread from the chaos, terrifying forces stirred a violent heaven and earth.

Observing such a terrifying scene, Xiao Chen’s eyes even began to form golden-tinged tears of blood. Yet, despite this, he remained fixated on the epochal slaughter.

Each move and stance of these primordial spiritual beings bore not an iota of complexity, exuding ultimate simplicity in their attacks, imbued with the power to destroy time and space!

From the slaughter of these primordial spirits, even as his mind continued to tremble, with his soul world forming countless fissures and tears of blood dripping from his eyes, the gained fortunes were incalculable.

Almost with every breath, his comprehension of the Great Dao Laws improved, obtaining a clearer understanding of the Dao.

As Xiao Chen stepped into the scenes of the ancient Great Desolate time, in the Nine Nether Underworld Realm, the terrifying black-armored strong ones of the celestial clan continued to pierce through the ages, their fearsome power pouring into the river of time, obliterating one time-space scene after another.

The projection of the ancient desolate Human Emperor’s will stood like this outside the blood-colored heart, with hands behind his back, gazing towards the sky, continuously feeling the terrifying turbulence from the river of ages, his slender figure like a grand monument, supporting the spine of heaven and earth.

The land of the Human Realm.

The emperor’s decree spread across the land and rivers, stirring the human clan, whose power, lying dormant for countless ages, erupted with terrifying energy.

Looking from distant starry sky toward the land of Human Realm, one could see great dragons sweeping across the land, each spanning tens of millions of miles, with the surging blood qi piercing heaven and earth.

Under the impact of blood, war masters, composed entirely of the human warriors, gathered into a limitless dragon, their terrifying murderous aura slicing the sky over the entire human realm continent.

Now, more and more strong ones of the human clan gathered towards the Human Dao Royal Domain. Some old kings, exuding a decaying aura, emerged from unknown ancient lands, donned their old battle robes, and converged from all corners of the human realm.

Nurturing for dozens of epochs, the human clan again erupted with its own profound depths, numerous ancient clans and king-level tribes, long disappeared in the river of ages, resurfaced without warning.

Even some ancient relics, long thought buried in the sands of time, reappeared in the mortal realm.

Previously, Xiao Chen and four reincarnated emperors entered the Nine Nether Underworld, blocking other human saint children, forcing them to retreat to the Central Land’s Human Dao Royal Domain.

They didn’t leave but waited outside the Central Land’s Human Emperor Palace, hoping for the return of Xiao Chen and others.

Unfortunately, the awaited news was not just for them, but also left the many human race strong ones who came to the Human Dao Royal Domain, and even the entire Human World, in a state of mind silence.

Xiao Chen and the four reincarnated emperors have entered the Nine Nether, which is no longer a secret, for all the saint children who have fought over the ages are destined for the Netherworld, yet this time several saint children were kept outside.

Shortly after Xiao Chen and the others entered the Netherworld, a piece of news from an ancient aristocratic family in the distant Western Frontier was transmitted to the Central Human Dao Royal Domain at an indescribable speed.

The reincarnated emperor of the Luohuang Ancient Clan of the Western Frontier left behind a bone dagger in the clan that emitted a shocking hum.

The hum sounded like weeping and lament, resonating for billions of miles, allowing countless to hear the bone dagger’s sorrow, leading to its fragmentation and the complete loss of life, turning to powder and dissolving into the heavens and earth.

The reincarnated emperor has perished!

It was merely within several days of entering Nine Nether that the human race faced a frighteningly oppressive slaughter!

Yet before everyone could react, in the center of Eastern Emperor City in the distant Eastern Wasteland, the heavens and earth mourned, the purple-gold divine dragon suspended above the entire Eastern Emperor Domain roared continuously, echoing throughout the Eastern Desolate Land.

Above the Eastern Wasteland, countless of the human race felt the sorrow in the dragon’s cry; a day later, the Taihao royal clan of the Eastern Wasteland turned their entire clan into soldiers and left the Eastern Emperor City, where they had survived for over ten eras, to embark on the legendary Heavenly Path.

Countless of the human race rushed towards the Eastern Emperor City; however, at the center of the royal city, there was only an empty microcosm and a shattered statue of Emperor Taihao.

At this moment, the statue was devoid of any vitality, with fine cracks penetrating the statue’s entirety, the face appearing devastated and broken, as if it would crumble at any moment.

Before the statue stood several old kings of the human race, each standing before the statue, protecting it with withered hands, unwilling to see it shatter.

What terrified the entire human race was the ensuing turmoil; the Central Dragon Burial Ancient City, after the earth mourned across the Eastern Wasteland, once again shook the minds of all human race.

The Dragon Burial Ancient City, the place where the Tughuang arms proved the Dao over ten eras ago, and even personally buried a Dragon Emperor, leaving traces belonging to the Tughuang here.

That day, the entire Dragon Burial Ancient City shook, as if earth dragons were tumbling, mountains and rivers roaring, the giant city humming, as blood-colored sky vault surprisingly formed above the ancient city.

At that moment, countless of the human race faced the ancient city, kneeling and bowing beneath the blood-colored sky, continuously praying, summoning the human race’s purple qi linking the sky vault, yet unable to disperse the sky-covering blood color!

The blood-colored sorrow again engulfed the earth, wondering what place Nine Nether is, why it continues to bury two great emperors of the human race, could it be that a third emperor will bleed, countless cried and mourned.

Facing the direction of Dragon Burial Ancient City, countless bowed, gazing at the sky vault, watching the light blood color evolve into thick blood mist, then into blood rain, about to fall down!

At this instant, each breath felt eternal to the human race, hearts trembled, heavens and earth mourned, as if commemorating the fallen emperors of the human race.

Yet miraculously, the blood rain atop the sky vault did not fall, the initial blood mist gradually dispersed.

They endured through the darkest moment, their emperor did not fall!

Countless bowed, their heads hitting the ground, uttering some indistinct syllables, eyes filled with excitement.

The blood color above Dragon Burial Ancient City dissipated, but countless of the human race remained in constant fear, worried that the human realm’s five domains would incite heavens and earth’s mourning again, each upheaval brought a bleeding emperor of the human race.

The vastness of the human realm continued for a long time without mourning once more!

Thus, a year, two years, ten years, thirty years, even a hundred years have passed...

Yet the human race did not forget, some elders grew old within this century, before passing, they looked to the sky vault, holding their descendants’ hands, tremblingly speaking their dying wish, until the new generation emerged, growing up, stepping onto Martial Arts in the era when the human race was fully prepared for battle, with war blood hotter under ear and eye.

They inherited the old ones’ legacy, started their expedition.

The Human Dao Royal Domain, atop an ancient mountain.

Several saint children who did not leave had not fought for decades; even they did not know why the conquest within their hearts weakened substantially, yet their battle blood continued to boil, seemingly waiting for something.

"A hundred years ago, the imperial teacher Long Xiao ventured alone onto the Heavenly Path, now comes news that he has fallen on it, no remains of blood and bone left behind!"

Six figures sat cross-legged atop a mountain peak, actually having sat here for a hundred years, at this moment a stream of light arrived before them, words startled them awake!