"..."
A blaring silence abruptly spread across the tribulation site as people saw the Divine Emperor of Death explode.
Their expressions turned stunned, and even the undead momentarily came to a stop as they turned to look back, their expressions blank and cold.
Everyone had been more or less glancing towards their battle, trying to witness the oute. They knew their Supreme One would win, but he was being suppressed.
Being suppressed...!
Even if they wanted to think that he was just playing with the Divine Emperor of Death, the latter’s prowess and the deathly energy he unleashed were totally on another level, giving them the chills and even making them want to run away as they fought in this ghostly atmosphere.
If their Supreme Ruler wasn’t here, then they really might’ve fled.
But then, it seemed like their leader finally won by just standing still while the Divine Emperor of Death exploded.
When they heard his explanation, their expressions churned.
"Yes!!!"
"We won!"
"The Divine Emperor of Death has fallen!"
Countless cheers erupted, filling the skies with loud roars and flushed expressions.
Finally, the Desolate Era was going to end!!!
Handsome Fatty’s expression turned plex.
Hidden within the obscure bination twilight-illusion, Jaiyan, Laphria Rinmei, Fairy Qiyra Darkstar, and Fairy Divinacia’s eyes widened, but their expressions didn’t particularly change. In fact, they always had their eyes wide open, watching the young man battle what the entire human race would consider ’undefeatable’ without fear. Their eyes were full of awe, and for the first time in these intense moments, their gazes actually relaxed.
"Waah..."
Suddenly, a cold, airy voice resounded in the atmosphere filled with surprise and even resentment as a vengeful aura abruptly erupted, causing the people’s cheerful voices to die down.
Their expressions froze as they felt like they had all heard something from the depths of the abyssal cavity.
But a spark could be seen in the place where the Divine Emperor of Death died. The body that exploded into a blood mist floated like they were stranded in time, motes of blood surrounding a wisp.
A ghostly skeleton appeared from that wisp, its appearance quickly taking the shape of the Divine Emperor of Death’s face as he rose from death. Within seconds, he attained a ghostly wraith form, half-opaque, half-transparent. Even as he formed, his lips curled with a malevolent smile, and his eyes glowed with an otherworldly purple-black glint.
Davis sounded astounded as he spoke in a spectral voice, "To have reversed my judgment so smoothly, I have been thoroughly slapped again. It’s just I didn’t expect it to happen on the second try."
"...!"
The people felt their minds rumble as they heard his voice and even saw his ghostly appearance, which was different from his previous form.
This was really a ghost!
The rumors that he was undying were really true!?
Handsome Fatty’s jaw dropped, causing the female ghost beside him to reach out her hand and close his mouth with a smirk on her face.
As a ghost under the Divine Emperor of Death’s control, she was well aware that he had never died since his Will had always been ever-present. The white stone replica didn’t even react to his death at all, as though it was just another state for him.
The rest of the undead also coldly snickered at the ones who cheered.
Their new master was quite profound.
Fairy Runalise and Venerable Knight Lussandra’s expressions looked a bit strange. They expected him to revive, but should they feel wishful for him to survive?
The Celestial Transcendent looked as calm as ever, but there was a flicker in his eyes filled with intrigue.
"You used the white stone replica again to empower your karmic-death technique, and you have used this ghostly yang death energy for a long time against me, unlike your pure death energy, so don’t you think I would’ve already found a few ways to counter it? Still, even your own techniques don’t kill you? For a moment, I thought I was gone before I used Nether Glaze. How ridiculous can your soul physique be?"
The Celestial Transcendent narrowed his eyes.
He was sure the technique Davis unleashed was at the layer limit, but its extinguishing capability was nearly as high as an energy dealing with a World Hegemon or a Hierarch. Through instinct alone, he felt he should’ve died from that attack, but he had successfully reversed it, so by all rights, shouldn’t Davis have been pulverized after being hit with an attack that could rival a World Hegemon’s energy capacity?
How e he was still alive? And how could he reform so fast?
Did this mean even if a Level One Hierarch killed Davis using a normal strike, he would quickly reappear? What about the remnant energy that struck the soul and Will, making it difficult to regenerate?
Moreover, how could Davis’s technique constitute so much karmic sin against him, and that translate into a karmic strike of such caliber?
Wasn’t this like saying the Divine Emperor of Death was far above them and even himself in terms of soul and karmic importance? But he was facing a Divergent, so he understood that they came with all kinds of balance-breaking physiques. This wasn’t the first time he met inconceivable opponents who had died to him. He felt like he did not need to explore the reason why too much since it would just be a waste of time.
But he still couldn’t help but feel intrigued, wanting to research Davis’s Soul Physique.
Davis flicked his sleeve after conjuring his purple robe.
From his hand, the handle of the scythe formed again, extending into a curved black blade.
The Celestial Transcendent’s gaze relaxed, but it wasn’t amused.
Although Davis seemed to have switched tactics and no longer used the white stone, his prowess appeared to reach the Level Ten Exalt Stage. It was far from enough to face him. At this point, he just felt like he was bullying a kid who didn’t want to give up.
Davis heaved a cold, yin breath, "You have so many avatars... why wouldn’t you help Myria when she needed you the most? I know you have done good things for the world, like kicking Divine Exalts out and freeing the mon populace from the clutches of deities. However, why would you not help the world more by just killing off the evil ones like Accursed Warlock?"
The Celestial Transcendent blinked. What was this question? Was he buying time or his last stand?
In any case, with his avatar’s arrival imminent, he felt like he could seal the Divine Emperor of Death shortly. He could use his techniques, but retrieving the Stormheart Incarnation Prism was the most important.
He sighed, "I do kill evil ones without mercy, but some are as slippery as you. Besides..."
He turned to look towards the people who came to fight the Divine Emperor of Death for the sake of the universe when they didn’t have to.
"Can I interfere so much, change so many fates? Do you know how a single line of law I bestow unto the realms can affect the lives of people?"
He returned his gaze to Davis, "If I act in everyone’s stead, how many people would I be robbing of their growth opportunities? More than anything, I’m not above the pleasures of the world. Having lived for so long, you either go insane in wanting to try all kinds of things or keep your original heart. There’s rarely any in between and returning to the original heart because you’d be killed before you could return, since you would already be deep inside your mistakes and regrets. I have the confidence to keep my heart firm, but my avatars who have been far apart for a long time will think: I’m not the true body, why not engage in the pleasures of life? Surely, my wife, Fairy Lifebloom, will not care what a mere avatar does."
"..." Davis’s gaze flickered as he rested the scythe on his shoulder.
So even the mighty Celestial Transcendent couldn’t stop his avatars from going rogue?
Certainly, an avatar that has spent too much time away and is far away from the true body, while there is no synchronization between them, will result in disharmony.
"You’re still a youth." The Celestial Transcendent shook his head, "I’ve been there. Asking everyone righteously why the ruler wouldn’t try more, and then asking the ruler himself why he wouldn’t want to save the world when he was grappling with severe insanity with his Enigmatic Heart Laws before finally bringing equilibrium and then eventually sacrificing himself for the greater good in an attempt to get every race together through language."
"..." Davis opened his spectral mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn’t.
The Celestial Transcendent continued, "The giants have their own problems to deal with, and they don’t want to interfere too much for the sake of their people, as well as to stop other experts near to my level from doing the same thing inversely, harming people. The world isn’t all roses, young man. You should know more than anyone else when you’re being hunted so unfairly. If you weren’t a Divergent, I’d want to take you in as a disciple myself. You have the qualifications. At the very least, I could teach you how to better use chaos techniques even if I know barely anything about reincarnation. As for lightning-"
"Wait... why isn’t your body being restored?"
The Celestial Transcendent suddenly pointed at Davis, causing the latter to blink before revealing a wicked, ghastly smile.
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