Celestial Bloodline Chapter 959: Do you regret it I

Kyle observed the brutal storm and violent fury with a sense of indifference as time trickled by.

He witnessed clearly that neither combatant spared any effort in their attempt to tear the other apart. Every strike from Nathaniel was fueled by the intent to utterly erase Azazeal’s existence, while Azazeal returned the cruelty, each blow crafted to induce agony and force his opponent to writhe in torment.

Hovering above the overwhelming chaos like a detached spectator, Kyle remained untouched by the turmoil manifesting below. Beneath him, power that defied the very fabric of reality raged, yet he never intervened, watching only in absolute silence.

An entire week elapsed, yet the two men continued to clash as if their reserves of energy were infinite and their rage unceasing. This was to be expected, as both stood at the apex of the Celestial rank—a level of power unmatched since the fall of the first three Celestials—much like himself.

Eventually, Kyle discerned that Nathaniel was beginning to falter. His strikes slowed, and unlike Azazeal, who appeared to have descended into mindless madness, Nathaniel’s intentions were as transparent to Kyle as writing on a page.

Observing the shift in the man’s blood-red eyes, which flickered with visible unease, Kyle let out a sneer.

"Hah, I was truly wondering how this man maintained the nerve to confront Azazeal directly, even after witnessing his seven bodies and realizing I was watching. It seems his boldness was merely fleeting overconfidence—a result of reaching the End, a feat no other in the Celestial realm has accomplished. Now that he begins to slip into a disadvantage, does he truly intend to flee?"

Kyle was tempted to laugh at the absurdity of Nathaniel imagining he could escape someone who had completely abandoned all restraint.

Even if his luck mirrored Kyle’s own, escape was now an impossibility. Unlike past times, when he had spent years plotting to betray allies and seize their power, this time he faced a man completely unhinged—one who had traversed hell just to reach him.

How could Azazeal ever permit him to vanish?

Ultimately, the desperate Nathaniel finally attempted to manipulate the Celestial symbol of time to facilitate an escape, only to be yanked back as Azazeal’s maniacal laughter tore through the atmosphere, shaking the surroundings like a tempest.

The sheer, unbridled power that ripped through the already desolate space sent shockwaves that even pushed Kyle back several paces, leaving a chilling resonance in the void.

For seven days, Kyle had ensured the boundary of the Layer of Ancients remained intact using his own cultivation, even as Azazeal and Nathaniel exhausted their strength. Now, nothing remained in the realm but a haunting darkness, held back only by his waning containment. Massive amounts of his energy had been depleted in the effort.

A vein pulsed on his forehead as he struggled against the unrelenting waves of darkness slamming into the barrier. He knew, however, he could not endure for much longer.

Even if he succeeded in preventing the darkness from shattering the final, trembling barrier, it continued to feed upon his energy like an insatiable beast. Should his power fail to encompass the entire Layer of Ancients, the darkness would inevitably bleed into the outside world.

Aware of this, Kyle could not suppress a curse, his frustration ringing clear.

"Damn these two! Can they not torture one another with a bit more... caution? Do they not realize that containing their power is no simple task?"

In that instant, he watched as Azazeal ripped away one of the snake heads that tirelessly shielded Nathaniel. Nathaniel cried out in misery, yet through his immense energy, another head sprouted instantly over the severed stump. This seven-headed serpent, forged from pure essence, could not be destroyed as long as energy remained in his Dantian. Still, the searing pain coursing through him each time Azazeal devoured a fraction of his power—siphoned from his link to the End—was beyond description.

Kyle frowned when, amidst the chaotic fray, a crystalline crack appeared upon the boundary of the Layer of Ancients.

He moved to seal the rift with his own power, but to his dismay, the moment the crack emerged, the darkness slammed against the barrier with such ferocity that he nearly blacked out under the strain.

"Fuck!"

Muttering under his breath, Kyle disregarded the duel and vanished toward the damaged portion of the barrier. As he traveled, the air grew frigid, frost forming in his wake as a thick layer of snow materialized, coating the darkness in a blinding, icy white. This harsh cold seemed to bite at the chaos itself, forcing the darkness to recoil momentarily from his icy influence.

It took merely a heartbeat to reach the compromised barrier—after all, he remained among the most formidable existences in the Celestial realm.

Yet, to his horror, that fleeting interval had been sufficient for the ecstatic darkness to breach the barrier entirely.

Before his dilated green eyes, with a sharp, resounding crack, the barrier shattered into countless fragments, scattering like fragile glass across the void. The shards glowed faintly for a moment before dissolving, leaving a heavy, chilling dread in their wake.

Without a moment’s hesitation, the darkness surged outward in every direction, behaving as if it possessed a sentient consciousness. It sprawled greedily, devouring everything in its vicinity.

The Layer of Ancients had long been a hollow shell, emptied of life after the darkness had already consumed all it could. Now that the shackles binding it were obliterated, it could contain its hunger no longer.

Kyle immediately manifested a new barrier to suppress the darkness and halt its expansion, but the construct shattered almost instantly. He did not falter, attempting the feat again and again with relentless determination. Yet, how could the darkness, having finally tasted prey once more, be restrained? Like a dark hurricane, it swept through reality, consuming everything in its path and gaining strength with every passing second. Nature itself wept in total silence, helpless to intercede and forced to witness the annihilation of all.