Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation Chapter 2373 Raw 2480 : Destruction of the Epoch

While Xi, Wenren Yu, and Yuan Zhen pondered retreating, Xiao Chen abruptly moved ahead and presented the three with an opportunity to join forces against him.

Prior to their arrival, the trio had plotted alongside the Purple Gold Dragon Emperor to engineer precisely this chance.

However, the Dragon Emperor selection competition shifted dramatically in an instant.

The Purple Gold Dragon Emperor was meant to handle matters for them. But he suffered defeat, allowing the Shadow Dragon Sovereign to seize command of the Divine Dragon Empire, forcing the three to depart.

Now, Xiao Chen handed them this opportunity once more.

“Xiao Chen, swear it. Swear that the Dragon Race’s older-generation experts, the Shadow Dragon Sovereign, and the previous-generation Heavenly Dragon will not interfere, and the three of us will fight you!” Xi said softly. As he gazed at Xiao Chen, a sly glint flickered in his eyes.

Though Xiao Chen offered the three this chance, Xi twisted the words to make it seem like Xiao Chen was pleading with them.

Xiao Chen spoke indifferently, “I swear on my name, Xiao Chen, that only the four of us will participate in this fight. If I break this oath, I, Xiao Chen, will forever be inflicted with a heart demon and die a horrible death.”

“Good!”

Xi burst into laughter upon hearing this. “Xiao Chen, do you truly believe you can end it all here by slaying the three of us? We'll grant you this chance immediately!”

Then, Xi turned to Wenren Yu and Yuan Zhen. “What are your thoughts?”

“I have no objections.”

“It is three against one. If we still lose, then there is no need to fight over who becomes the next Epoch Master.”

Wenren Yu remained quite relaxed about it. Should the three fall to just Xiao Chen alone, he would feel too ashamed to vie for Epoch Master anymore.

“I have heard Buddha say, ‘I swear not to become a Buddha while hell is not empty!

Yuan Zhen clasped his palms together, reciting Buddhist scriptures nonstop. Radiant Buddhist light burst forth endlessly from his frame.

Xi and Wenren Yu shared a glance. They understood Yuan Zhen was calling upon his Buddhist nation. Once it manifested, Yuan Zhen's battle power would surge dramatically, potentially surpassing even a Faux God.

At this moment, the pair had to hold Xiao Chen back, giving Yuan Zhen time to prepare.

Xi extended his hand with a wave. The blood dragon motif on his cloak sprang to life. Moments later, a bellowing blood dragon materialized.

A blaze ignited within Xi’s terrifying demonic eye, surging forward to hover at his brow.

“Boom!”

Terrifying Demonic Might flooded Ancestor Dragon City in an instant. Ominous black demonic clouds roiled across the sky like raging ocean waves.

“Forbidden Art, Consuming All Life!” Xi bellowed, unleashing a dreadful suction from his left eye. This pull locked onto a single point, hurtling straight toward Xiao Chen.

The suction warped space and time wherever Xi's gaze fell.

Distorted space extended like a coiling serpent.

How swift could a glance travel? A single look sufficed to ensnare anyone in this technique.

The suction swiftly ensnared Xiao Chen’s body. The demonic eye's pull acted like a spiderweb, layering over Xiao Chen as Xi relentlessly siphoned his vitality.

Within a single breath, countless layers of suction bound Xiao Chen, dragging him relentlessly toward Xi’s demonic eye. Even a Faux God would struggle mightily to break free once caught.

Xi’s devouring demonic eye had always been utterly fearsome.

With Xi’s present power, the demonic eye grew even more nightmarish. Xiao Chen found breaking loose incredibly difficult.

“Die!”

Wenren Yu flashed a frenzied grin as a sacred mirror materialized in his grasp. This was the Profound Light Holy Land's ultimate treasure, the Profound Heaven Mirror.

This epoch-spanning heirloom had slain Faux Gods even back in the Martial Epoch, earning legendary status.

The moment the mirror's glow engulfed Xiao Chen, a chilling peril gripped his heart.

No! I must not take this hit. Should Wenren Yu unleash the Profound Heaven Mirror at maximum power, the fallout would be catastrophic!

Clearly, this group arrived fully prepared.

Their seamless teamwork stemmed from thorough scheming. No surprise they smirked cunningly after my oath.

With Xi pushing his devouring demonic eye to its limit, Xiao Chen figured even a Faux God couldn't escape swiftly.

Unless Xiao Chen countered this pull shortly, the Profound Heaven Mirror would smash into him.

The fight turned perilously dire right away. No one foresaw Xiao Chen plunging into such a crisis at the outset.

In the blink of an eye, Xiao Chen resolved himself. He ceased all resistance, allowing Xi’s devouring demonic eye to reel him in.

“Whoosh!”

In an instant, Xi's demonic eye devoured Xiao Chen completely, leaving the mirror's profound beam without any target to strike.

“How is that possible?”

Wenren Yu's face turned ashen, his eyes growing bloodshot while he panted heavily without pause. That previous strike had depleted almost every bit of his Soul Energy and Divine Energy, all to unleash the full power of this Superior Grade Soul Tool.

Should that blow have connected, even a peak Faux God would suffer grievous wounds on the spot, perhaps meeting their end right there.

Wenren Yu never anticipated Xiao Chen abandoning all resistance, allowing Xi's eye to swallow him and flawlessly evading the assault.

Dissatisfaction filled Wenren Yu, yet joy spread across Xi's face. He cackled wildly, “Hahaha! Xiao Chen, you're courting death! My demonic eye comes from an ancient Primal Chaos God Demon's inheritance. Even a Faux God stepping inside faces certain doom. Now, behold as I unleash the might of a God Demon—”

“Bang!”

Before Xi could finish his words, a saber light flickered, and his head burst apart.

From within a flash of crimson light, Xiao Chen materialized once more, gripping the upraised Heavenly Slayer.

Xiao Chen ripped away the Blood Dragon cloak from Xi's body, holding back from further strikes. His gaze then shifted to Yuan Zhen, who was in the midst of summoning the Buddhist nation.

Already, a hazy outline of the Buddhist nation had formed. Yuan Zhen wore a look of utter confidence, betraying no trace of fear.

Xiao Chen recalled his ordeal in the Yanwu Dynasty, understanding that the Buddhist nation resembled the Deities’ Nation—tremendously hard to shatter.

A hazy outline of the Buddhist nation had already taken shape. Typical killing moves would struggle to breach it.

“Past!” Xiao Chen bellowed, as the power of cycles surged into motion. With that, he strode forward.

As Xiao Chen advanced with this step, the whole Great Thousand Realms seemed to bar his path, denying him progress; an unparalleled barrier confronted him.

“Ka ca!”

Yet in the end, Xiao Chen completed the step, journeying back to the past in a single bound.

“I have heard Buddha say, ‘I swear not to become a Buddha—

The Yuan Zhen of the past had only just clasped his palms and recited a couple of scripture lines. The vision of the Buddhist nation remained unformed.

Horror flickered in Yuan Zhen's eyes upon spotting Xiao Chen's abrupt appearance out of thin air, completely unprepared for the intrusion.

“Pu!”

With Flawless saber intent transcending the epoch, Xiao Chen ruthlessly thrust Heavenly Slayer into Yuan Zhen's forehead.

“Present!”

Cycles of time and space whirled, bringing Xiao Chen back to the now. Abruptly, the Buddhist nation crumbled, and a silhouette emerged before Yuan Zhen.

A slim saber half impaled Yuan Zhen's forehead. The Kṣitigarbha Bodhisattva's remnant soul within his Soul Pool emitted a piercing shriek.

“Yuan Zhen!”

This sight shocked Wenren Yu to his core; he whipped around, hoisting the Profound Heaven Mirror while readying himself to burn his lifeforce for a desperate strike at Xiao Chen.

“Future!” Xiao Chen roared, transforming the surrounding scene. He materialized in the future, right behind Wenren Yu, then cleaved him in two with a supreme saber chop.

Past, present, future. With a single thought, flowers blossomed.

The Dragon Race experts watching from below stood stunned, uttering gasps of awe.

All witnessed three azure lotus flowers unfurling. Upon each petal rested a figure. As the blooms opened, Xi's head detonated, a saber lanced through Yuan Zhen's brow, and Wenren Yu split apart.

In the moment the flowers bloomed, they lit up the three lives.

The trio of figures converged, and Wenren Yu, Xi, along with Yuan Zhen suffered instant defeat. Xiao Chen's perilous bind flipped in a flash.

Blood writhed relentlessly around Xi's neck on the ground. Before long, a fresh head regenerated. His eyes now resembled those of any mortal, revealing exhaustion and profound frailty. Even twitching a finger proved an immense ordeal for Xi.

Xiao Chen refrained from shattering Xi's Divine Seal, showing mercy since Xi served as Dragon Emperor Xiao Yun’s mere pawn.

That said, Xiao Chen had obliterated Xi's demonic eye, causing his strength to crash dramatically. All edge vanished from Xi, barring him forever from rivaling Xiao Chen.

Wenren Yu fared far worse. Xiao Chen's supreme saber chop annihilated both his body and Divine Seal.

As the three figures fused, Xiao Chen positioned himself before Yuan Zhen, clutching Heavenly Slayer still embedded in the latter's forehead.

Xiao Chen sought only to sever the karma linking Yuan Zhen to the Kṣitigarbha Bodhisattva, harboring no intent to slay him.

Having eradicated the Kṣitigarbha Bodhisattva’s remnant soul from Yuan Zhen’s Soul Pool, he withdrew Heavenly Slayer and returned it to its sheath. Blood gushed forth with the motion.

Clarity gradually returned to Yuan Zhen's gaze. Then, he staggered and plummeted like a kite with its strings severed.

In the faraway Yanwu Dynasty, the Kṣitigarbha Bodhisattva statues within the thousands of temples Yuan Zhen built crumbled apart. Auspicious Signs across the Buddhist kingdom dispersed, leaving ordinary folk there stunned like they were awakening from a profound dream.

One mere thought sealed the fates of life and death.

Xiao Chen gambled everything to clash with the trio. Had he failed to evade the Profound Heaven Mirror's strike, death would have claimed him.

But after his dodge, his opponents perished instead.

This massive gamble Xiao Chen made delivered enormous rewards, wiping out three major threats for good.

From now on, no aspiring Epoch Master from rival super factions could challenge Xiao Chen.

Dressed in white, Xiao Chen radiated dazzling glory, striking fear and reverence into every cultivator in Ancestor Dragon City.

Even the Faux Gods of the Heavenly Alliance and Martial God Palace felt stunned and terrified, overwhelmed by their own inferiority.

They had no choice but to acknowledge Xiao Chen as the world's strongest. Having mastered the Cycle Great Dao, no one could overcome him in a fair fight.

“Seniors, I have two treasures to give you. I entrust the Divine Dragon Empire to you both. In the future, please protect my Kunlun Realm’s Azure Dragon bloodline.”

Xiao Chen stepped up to the Shadow Dragon Sovereign and Heavenly Dragon Jiang Tian, then passed the Emperor Dragon Sword—snatched from Qin Ming—to Jiang Tian.

Next, Xiao Chen gravely presented the royal genealogical record from the Azure Dragon’s treasure trove to the Shadow Dragon Sovereign.

This blind elder had always shown unwavering loyalty to Xiao Chen. Now with the royal record in his possession, he would surely safeguard the Azure Dragon bloodline.

With that secured, the Azure Dragons would have a foothold in the Divine Dragon Empire moving forward.

“I propose to all Ancestor Dragon City seniors that Jiang He, as the Heavenly Dragon’s son, become the new Dragon Emperor of the Divine Dragon Empire. Does anyone object?”

Jiang He’s background made many veteran Dragon Race experts hesitant to bow.

This held especially true for Silver Dragon and Golden Dragon bloodline members. Yet after Xiao Chen showcased his might, none dared meet his eyes as he spoke. His sweeping gaze silenced all opposition.

“Congratulations on Dragon Emperor Jiang He’s coronation!” Xiao Chen roared. Suddenly, he summoned the Emperor Dragon Throne, the Dragon Race supreme treasure passed down through endless epochs.

A boundless, pristine Emperor Dragon’s Dragon Might exploded outward. Overwhelmed by its crushing pressure, countless Dragon Race disciples dropped to their knees with loud thuds.

Perched on the Dragon God statue, Jiang He fixed Xiao Chen with a profound gaze. After a brief hesitation, he descended and took his seat.

Cheers now erupted celebrating the rise of a new Dragon Emperor.

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In an ordinary building within Ancestor Dragon City, Yan Cangming curled his lips in a cold sneer while watching Jiang He claim the Emperor Dragon Throne.

A crystal ball gripped in Yan Cangming’s left hand beamed the scene to a distant place.

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In the remote Soaring Dragon Great Realm, where the Black Dragon King lay sealed:

Zhen Yuan stared into a crystal ball, witnessing the vision Yan Cangming transmitted.

“His Cycle Great Dao is shockingly powerful. But now that he’s shown his ultimate card, he can’t reverse time and space against me.”

“Crack!”

Zhen Yuan’s eyes flashed pitch-black as he smashed the crystal ball. He murmured to himself, “The Martial Epoch ends now.”

Over a dozen bloody Faux God corpses lay lifeless around the seal site.

These were defiant Faux Gods who sought to block the Black Dragon King’s return.

Yet their resistance proved utterly futile. Zhen Yuan had slain them every one.

They never realized it wasn’t the Black Dragon King dooming the Martial Epoch, but the Epoch’s Luck draining away that handed him the power to shatter it.

All the Martial Epoch’s remaining Luck now gathered in the Black Dragon King’s seal.

Once the Black Dragon King shattered free, the Luck would vanish—the true end would come.

“Whoosh!”

Zhen Yuan’s form dissolved into a mass of black shadow, pure demonic essence. It flashed into the seal.

Cracks spiderwebbed across the ground in the next instant. The entire Soaring Dragon Great Realm shook violently.

A jet-black demonic claw burst from the earth and clenched tight, as if pulverizing something unseen.

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Just as Jiang He took his seat on the Emperor Dragon Throne in Ancestor Dragon City of the Divine Dragon Empire within the Central Great Realm, the God Killing Sword belonging to the Shadow Dragon Sovereign shook violently without end, glowing with a brilliant iridescent radiance as though fighting fiercely to break loose.

A sharp change swept across the Shadow Dragon Sovereign’s face. Driven by an overwhelming power, the God Killing Sword tore free from his grasp, morphed into a streak of iridescent light, and soared off toward the distant horizon.

“Whoosh!”

“He is coming out...” The Shadow Dragon Sovereign quivered, obviously gripped by some fear.

Xiao Chen gazed at the vanishing iridescent beam with a complex look on his face. After what felt like ages, he muttered, “The Martial Epoch is over...”