80 Years Of Signing-In At The Cold Palace, I Am Unrivalled

Chapter 447: A Single Spark Can Burn the Plains

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Emperor Yuan appeared once again, possessing powerful strength.

His strength didn’t come from one person but from the once brilliant powerhouses.

They had already died in battle, they were unable to revive.

Some of their remaining power was injected into Emperor Yuan’s body and released in this era.

As for why they chose Emperor Yuan, no one could explain.

But just as Emperor Yuan said, he was once the emperor of the mortal realm. He had protected the mortal realm alll his life.

Unlike Lin Jiufeng, Emperor Yuan stood in the spotlight and enjoyed the admiration of the people.

He was a hero standing in the light.

Hence, facing Situ Langi, Emperor Yuan directly delivered a powerful strike.

At this moment, the power in his body came from different eras. The power condensed by different powerhouses slowly floated and transformed into exquisite talismans that rotated around Emperor Yuan’s resurrected soul, like stars surrounding the moon.

At this moment, Emperor Yuan’s soul was incomparably powerful.

But this power wasn’t his own. Instead, it was the willingness of those former powerhouses to serve as green leaves to serve as a foil for him, These talismans surrounded Emperor Yuan’s soul and completely submitted to him. They surrounded him like the stars surrounding the moon, forming a huge

cycle in his body, improving Emperor Yuan’s body and making him constantly comprehend the Great Dao of the King Lord Realm.

Even Emperor Yuan’s revival was greatly related to these talismans.

At this moment, Emperor Yuan attacked. The Great Dao of Heaven and Earth shook, and the technique, The Lost Mortal Realm, burst out. This was a Great Dao cultivation technique that he had compiled according to the Great Dao emitted by more than ten former powerhouses in his body.

With a tremble of his body, more than ten King’s auras rushed into the sky. Ghosts cried and gods howled, and the world shook. The dozen or so auras all transformed into a portion of the attack.

The Lost Mortal Realm was a chaotic world.

It was filled with killing, wails, seas of blood, and corpses that resembled mountains.

It was like purgatory.

Above this purgatory, a lamp slowly hovered.

Alamp with a fragile light.

But it became the only light in this dark world.

The aura of the flames burned was extremely similar to the smell of the Black Yellow Blood. With a slight movement, it could cleanse the filth of the mortal realm.

If one looked carefully, there were more than ten former powerhouses sitting upright in this lamp.

Their faces couldn’t be seen clearly, but one could see that they were constantly executing various Great Dao to increase the might of this lamp, causing the light that flickered with a weak light to have the ability to illuminate the ages and find the direction in the dark world.

The Lost Mortal Realm burst out with a powerful force. This lamp also penetrated the layers of darkness of the future and illuminated the present.

Boom!

The Lost Mortal Realm collided with Situ Langi.

He had nowhere to escape or hide. The Lost Mortal Realm was coming for him specifically.

“You mortal realm powerhouses are really interesting. You can even be resurrected after dying in battle. Even if you can’t be resurrected, you can use the remaining strength in your bodies cleanly. But what’s the use of this? Back then, I could even crush you existences that were at the peak one by one.

Now, only your remnant souls still exist, yet you still want to overturn the world. You guys are simply dreaming.” Situ Langi was disdainful. He had absolute confidence. This confidence came from the invincible results of the Seven Races of the Ancient Age at the end of each era.

Hence, facing The Lost Mortal Realm, he grabbed with his large hand. A vast power of origin burst out and swept across the scene.

The Power of Origin burst out of this vast world, it directly collided with the lost world.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A powerful impact exploded in the starry sky.

The stars fell, the galaxy rolled, and the sun and moon dimmed.

The sun and the moon were both blocked at this moment. The world fell into darkness. Everyone looked up at the sky and the galaxy.

A cracking sound came from The Lost Mortal Realm.

This mortal realm still couldn’t resist the Power of Origin.

This cracking sound made the hearts of all the powerhouses in the mortal realm tighten.

“Such a powerful move was blocked?” Someone asked in confusion.

“T feel that The Lost Mortal Realm will instantly vaporize even the Great Destruction from just now. Why has it been broken now?” Someone asked in fear.

“What the hell is this Power of Origin?” Someone asked through gritted teeth.

Everyone could see how powerful The Lost Mortal Realm was.

Everyone also saw how terrifying the Power of Origin was.

Right above the starry sky, The Lost Mortal Realm and the Power of Origin burst out. The Lost Mortal Realm was suppressed.

“I feel that The Lost Mortal Realm is no match for the Power of Origin.” Lin Jiufeng also saw it clearly. Although he was very powerful and was invincible in the Immortal Emperor Realm, the gap between him and the King Lord Realm was still quite big. Therefore, he had no power to participate in this

battle. But from the appearance of Emperor Yuan to the appearance of The Lost Mortal Realm, and then the appearance of the Power of Origin, they all shocked Lin Jiufeng.

The true powerhouses could transform the Yin and Yang in the starry sky, reverse the galaxy, and played with the mortal realm in the palm of their hands. The Great Dao floated by their sides. This was the style of the true powerhouses.

At this moment, Emperor Yuan and Situ Langi were powerhouses in Lin Jiufeng’s eyes.

Cracking sounds came from The Lost Mortal Realm, but it didn’t affect Emperor Yuan at all.

He remained calm as he watched coldly.

“The Power of Origin. This power is that of King Lord Origin, an ancient existence of the Seven Races of the Ancient Age.” Emperor Yuan immediately guessed.

While accepting the power of those powerhouses who couldn’t return, he also inherited a portion of their memories and experience.

And in this portion of memory and experience was a terrifying existence, the King Lord Origin that Emperor Yuan mentioned just now.

He was the founder of the Seven Races of the Ancient Age.

He was the mastermind behind the scenes of the Seven Races of the Ancient Age.

He had once fought with Shakyamuni and moved the river of time. His name was carved in the history of the past. He was the true supreme powerhouse of the Seven Races of the Ancient Age.

“Since you know about King Lord Origin, why don’t you surrender obediently and follow the Seven Races of the Ancient Age? Since you have inherited the strength of those people, you should learn to be a wise man and flow with the tide. You can’t save this era,” Situ Langi placed his hands behind his back

and said proudly.

Boom!

Behind him, another vast and boundless Power of Origin erupted.

It instantly swept through half the starry sky.

An absolutely powerful and terrifying existence slowly appeared.

King Lord Origin.

This was a tall and huge old man in a long robe that seemed to be black and yet wasn’t black, seemed to be white and yet wasn’t. These two colors interweaved together. He lowered his brows and looked down as if he was sleeping soundly or thinking.

If his eyes opened, this world would return to its original source.

“This is the ancestor of the Seven Races of the Ancient Age, King Lord Origin. I once wanted to become his disciple, but he said that I was slow-witted and refused to accept me. He only imparted me the cultivation method of the Power of Origin. After so many years, I have also cultivated to the King Lord

Realm. The Power of Origin I cultivated all these years is accumulated in my body. In this era, I can easily sweep through you King Realms that have been pieced together,” Situ Langi said coldly.

The huge phantom behind him was just a phantom.

Not the true body of the King Lord Origin.

But this was already shocking enough.

Buzz!

Emperor Yuan, who had been watching coldly all this time, flicked his finger at this moment. The power that burst out directly shattered the outer shell of The Lost Mortal Realm.

The shell of darkness, killing, bones like mountains, and a sea of blood collapsed at this moment.

“Eat my Light of the Human World!”

Emperor Yuan braced his body. More than ten streams of light flew out from his body. They were all part of the strength of former powerhouses. There was the power of life, the power of creation, the surging of the Great Dao, and the brilliance of the galaxy.

These energies surged in all directions, exploding through the starry sky and directly charging into The Lost Mortal Realm, crashing into the lamp.

It was this lamp that gathered the different resplendent mortal realms in the different space-time where more than ten powerhouses were.

At this moment, a single spark instantly burned the plains.

Even with the Power of Origin from King Lord Origin, it was useless.

The spark of fire in the mortal realm ignited everything. After passing through the endless darkness and the obstruction of the long river of time, they arrived at the end of this world. The spark of fire could bum the plains.

The Power of Origin was ignited.

The phantom of King Lord Origin was burned.

Situ Langi was caught off guard. He didn’t expect that the insignificant lamp would actually light up the starry sky at this moment.

His Power of Origin was directly burned. He was forced to retreat continuously by the flames, spitting out blood. His face was pale as he watched in incomparable horror at the Light of the Mortal Realm that was gathered from several eras.

“Weren’t the Light of the Mortal Realm wiped out?” Situ Langi roared, his voice carrying thick fear.

He wasn’t afraid of Emperor Yuan, he was just afraid of the Light of the Mortal Realm.

Emperor Yuan didn’t take advantage of the situation.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, but he didn’t have the ability to.

This Light of the Mortal Realm only had this little spark.

And this little spark was a weak fire seed left behind by these dozen or so former powerhouses. Emperor Yuan didn’t have more to use.

Hence, using the power of this spark to start a prairie fire, forcing Situ Langi back, and burning away his Power of Origin was already very good. This weak light was simply insufficient to kill Situ Langi.

After Situ Langi roared in fear, he also quickly discovered this secret.

“As expected, you only have this little bit of Light of the Mortal Realm. The light that once belonged to the nine provinces of the mortal realm has already been extinguished by the Seven Races of the Ancient Age. Even if a little of it remains, it won’t cause much ofa stir. You ignited my Power of Origin, so

what? Today, this mortal realm will still be destroyed!” Situ Langi’s body suddenly expanded to an unknown height. It could almost be said that he became as tall as the starry sky.

He roared.

“Seven Races of the Ancient Age, attack!”

“The end of this era is really too disappointing. Hurry up and clean it up to welcome the arrival of a new era.”

“As for the King Lord Realms, leave them to us!”

As Situ Langi’s words fell, a huge door appeared in the Spell Realm behind him. The door was directly connected to the mortal realm. Then, powerful auras and excited voices surged out.

The Seven Races of the Ancient Age attacked the mortal realm in full force.

‘When the Human Realm powerhouses saw this scene, their faces changed.

But Lin Jiufeng didn’t. He had a relatively deep understanding of the power of the Seven Races of the Ancient Age.

Hence, he only sighed at this moment.

“Tcan’t deal with a King Realm cultivator, but dealing with small fries like you guys is still easy.”

The guardian of the mortal realm, Immortal Emperor Lin, was about to make a move..