Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1668 27: Its Name, Great Yang Emperor! (Penultimate Chapter)
Previously on Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy...
Hell's Eight Gates Realm—Death Gate!
When the Heart of Shura burns, it as if breaks through the barriers connecting countless planes.
The surrounding space begins to distort, vaporize, and collapse.
Almost tangible flames spread with terrifying, formidable will to all visible and invisible voids.
Layer upon layer transmitting, spreading...
From the gaps of the menacingly opened blade armor, blood flames spread like liquid in all directions.
"Father, I fear I can no longer seek you.
"Because I love this world, love everything here..."
This was Mu Fan's last moment of clarity before descending into chaos.
A smile hung at the corner of his lips.
The half-bloomed red lotus on Shura's chest quietly vanished.
Only to be replaced by the instant surge of a giant red lotus shadow behind him.
A half lotus, sixteen petals.
The first petal, silenced and extinguished.
In an instant, Mu Fan and Shura's hearts simultaneously constricted.
Not shrinking to release power the next moment.
But compressed by some mighty force.
The black in Mu Fan's pupils completely faded, the whites occupying the entire sockets, next moment blood filled all the whites.
"Huh..."
Fierce air surged out from his throat.
His consciousness began to sink into a chaotic and fiery state.
His body began to act on the strongest instinct.
Only one last obsession remained in his heart.
That is...
Kill the opponent!
Mu Fan looked toward the sky with eyes devoid of all emotion.
This was his last moment burning life and soul.
It also was his most brilliant and glorious moment.
In the shadow of the red lotus, Shura floated in the center.
He raised a single arm, his outstretched five fingers suddenly grasped at the deep space behind Kiara, tens of thousands of miles away.
"Shura Realm Domain, Close!"
In an instant, the colossal rift closed.
All cosmic winds vanished.
In an instant, the Six Realms Battle Arena silently disappeared.
Su, Xiu, Cang, Nu, Luan, Ya, Six Shura Saints gazed in shock.
"Closed the Shura Domain."
"Abandoned the last self-healing."
"He has already..."
"Certainly doomed."
Yuan was equally stunned!
Under the gray hair, those cold eyes finally shone with a sharp light.
Trying to harm me in this way?
This energy...
Finally enough to make my blood boil.
Bloodlust and brutality, first surfacing in the pupils.
——[Kiara's Hell · Grand Stupa!]
Hell's Eye reopened, seven hundred illusions united.
In hand, the Slaughter Emperor Demon Flame raged near ten thousand meters, transforming into the Heaven-cutting Sword as it fiercely slashed down.
Behind, countless remnants swept through the universe.
Shura still floated in place.
Behind, the second lotus petal silently wilted.
Mu Fan's eyes completely filled with blood, lifted blankly.
In his mind, a voice roared continuously.
Pacify the souls of the living, calm the hearts of the dead, atone for the surviving sins, wheel the unfinished cycle!!
Eighth Realm—
"Pacify...Soul...!"
Mu Fan roared like a beast.
Shura's outstretched arms suddenly converged.
His entire body was completely consumed by blood flames!
The third lotus petal, obliterated.
From a distant universe looking, that ten-thousand-meter-long Slaughter Emperor Sword Shadow suddenly halted as it slashed toward Shura.
At the moment when the palms finally closed, the ten-thousand-meter Slaughter Emperor Giant Blade instantly crumbled.
Blood-flame Shura suddenly looked skyward, dazzling light surged over a thousand meters behind.
In an instant, Shura seemed to smash through a plane, with blood-colored star ring undulating, the entire mecha vanished in a flash.
"Where is he!?"
"Shura has disappeared!"
In all perception, Shura vanished completely.
"Above!"
The mecha forged from blood flames froze above Kiara, the body bent like a bow, right arm pulled back to the extreme.
At the tip of the fist, blood flames raged like a star.
Behind, the fourth lotus petal wilted.
The blood-flame Shura's fist crashed down fiercely.
Time freezes and then thaws.
Kiara, still rushing forward, is unexpectedly hit by the Blood-colored Star in an instant.
The Slaughter Emperor Sword Spine raised up withstands this punch.
The whole body armor instantly shows cracks.
Deep red and dark blue surge.
The shockwave intertwined with flames sweeps over a plane of nearly ten thousand kilometers.
The stars within the plane silently annihilate.
In the cockpit, Yuan's face suddenly flushes crimson.
A mist of blood spurts out forcefully.
With Shura's punch, Kiara is heroically pushed, engulfed in blood-colored flames, toward the deep space of the universe.
In the vast, distant deep space, a deep red star, silent yet dazzling.
"Are you crazy!!"
Yuan roars angrily, but the force's momentum at this moment is utterly opposite.
The pressure of that punch becomes powerful enough to simultaneously freeze the surrounding space.
Shura remains indifferent, with a terrifying force and speed beyond resistance, sweeping Kiara, transforming into a giant meteor rushing towards the distant star!!
Each flicker crosses space, leaving a shadow of Red Lotus on both ends.
Unknown thousands and tens of thousands of Blood Flames explode in space, like a long knife tearing the starry sky, leaving a bloody wound!
Whether they are Netherworld Generals or stars, under that relentless charge, all become flying ashes.
The Six Saints Mecha close in from all directions trying to stop, but compared to Shura who is burning life...
Too slow!
They can only helplessly watch the meteor streak across the sky.
Watching the lotus petals behind Shura fall off at a constant rate... fading silently.
Mu Fan's body has become fearfully fierce.
His whole body trembles violently.
Muscles tear every second.
His consciousness and life, like a candle in the wind's last moment—burning fiercely!!
"Let go!"
"You madman!!"
Yuan's roar echoes, yet seems increasingly distant.
Mu Fan's lips curl into the final ferocious and emancipated smile.
And that distant star, getting closer.
Perish... together...
Lotus petals wither.
Eleven...
Twelve...
The blood-colored gemstone at the center of the Slaughter Emperor Sword Spine silently shatters.
In the cockpit, Yuan spits out a mouthful of fresh blood with a "waa".
His face bleak to the extreme at this point.
The star behind gets closer and closer.
If Shura rushes into the star's core together with him.
Without the Shura Realm's energy supply, facing temperatures exceeding 8 billion...
They will... vaporize!
...
...
The lone half Lotus of Red now has only four petals remaining.
Representing the countdown to death.
Thirteen...
Fourteen...
Blood Lotus withers petal by petal.
The star changes from a sphere in sight to an endless fiery nebula.
Extreme high temperature begins to lick all the nearby entities.
When the fifteenth petal falls.
In Mu Fan's mind, Shura's last thought wave seems to flash.
High-spirited!
Unregretful!
Unyielding!
That is Shura offering his final tribute to Mu Fan.
To die like a warrior.
Is his best destiny.
He seems to see a warrior wielding a sword, marching forward boldly amid flames, but ultimately consumed by them.
"Sharing life and death, this life is most fortunate."
Shura strikes Kiara, instantly breaking through the last space barrier.
The two flicker together on the surface of the deep red star.
Tongues of flame rise thousands of kilometers high, the 6000-degree heat licking the two mechas.
The flame flow around them abruptly expands a hundredfold!
The giant meteor rushes straight down, carrying Mu Fan and Shura's unstoppable wild momentum.
Before the last lotus petal withers...
Piercing the star's core!
...
...
The last petal quietly disappears.
The force begins to recede like the tide.
The raging and violent blood-colored vision began to fade.
Time seemed silent at this moment.
A sudden surprise flashed across Yuan's face, and the next moment it turned to immense joy.
Because Kiara's body was unexpectedly sent flying by a punch!
Its chest shattered and collapsed, the entire armor nearly half broken, even Yuan saw the cockpit deformed under pressure and pressed to the tip of the nose.
The scent of blood surged into the nostrils.
The scorching heat burned his skin.
Kiara sank heavily into the surface of the star.
But Yuan's twisted face erupted into loud laughter at this moment.
Because—
The Shura finally stopped on the star's surface!!
The final punch was delivered, representing that it finally lost its strength in this last moment.
Without that temperature of over 8 billion, the Kiara Mecha could not have melted!
The Slaughter Emperor suddenly stabbed into the star's surface with a reverse grip, instantly this Demon Sword began its terrifying devouring and absorption of the star's power.
The shattered Hell's Eye began to solidify bit by bit again!
Yuan's breath and fervent voice echoed in Mu Fan's ear.
"Without the Great Yang Emperor, to achieve such a level..."
"In this realm, I, Agasura Yuan, acknowledge you as the strongest."
"I grant you the glory of a splendid demise!!"
Within a hundred thousand kilometers around the Slaughter Emperor, the flames bizarrely transformed into an emptiness.
The sword spine rose.
The Demon Sword Slaughter Emperor, restored to its original form, lifted up and conjured an endless stretching Constant Star Sword Shadow.
The sword's edge pointed at the Shura, fiercely rolling upward!
...
The flame of life, eventually will be extinguished.
Mu Fan closed his blood-filled eyes gently against the endless sea of fire and nebula ahead.
The high temperature, though burning the Shura whose blood flames began to extinguish, his whole body started to grow cold.
Endless darkness began to swallow his consciousness.
In the chaotic consciousness.
The moment when the candle in the wind was about to extinguish, yet it gently...
A tremble.
The flame flickered.
Thump...
The gentle sound of a heartbeat echoed.
It wasn't his own.
It was another heart with the same pulse, the same blood.
Warmth began to rise from the fingertips.
"This... is..."
In the chaotic sea of consciousness, Mu Fan stretched out his trembling fingers, wanting to touch the light starting to emerge in the mist.
When the fingertips touched the hazy firelight.
A familiar warmth carrying a sense of containment, grandeur, and majestic consciousness abruptly invaded his brain!
His sea of spirit fluctuated intensely at this moment.
Then, it stirred up tidal waves.
In the cabin, Mu Fan's eyes suddenly opened.
In the pupils, the blood boiled.
...
...
Through distant stars.
Across time and space, plane collisions.
There are cracks, chaotic flows, black holes.
And also that vast and boundless...
Lost Land.
Gods and demons interchange.
Planes are bound by rules.
And when life transcends the plane, rules start to change.
In the boundless cosmic battlefield, large and small planes fragmented this space.
When Meteors streak past, they often reflect thousands of shadows.
The giant beast devouring stars, driven by higher-level beings.
Those beings often have two general names, gods and demons...
And gods and demons, in this place, saw their heads severed by a figure.
As golden divine blood dripped, the plane violently shook.
Purple demon blood corroded the space, hiding in the unending stars.
That figure, sometimes appearing like a neighborly uncle, sometimes tall and majestic like mountains.
Holding the heads of gods and demons in one hand, the other grasping a long knife shining with the radiance of countless stars.
Suddenly.
His chest was scorching hot.
The man lowered his head.
Half a Red Lotus appeared on his chest, burning through the skin.
His body froze, head lifted, seemingly gazing through layers of the universe.
In the depths of his eyes which had been deep as abyss for hundreds of years, for the first time sparkled with the vitality of life representing that he was still alive.
...
...
The mist rises like a watery domain.
Deeply hidden within countless layers of void, an ancient temple quietly sits amid the ruins of broken stone pillars, suspended in the void.
"Mylo, there's something I need you to help with."
A man, drenched in blood, holding the heads of gods and demons, stood with golden and purple blood interwoven beneath his feet, looking at the white-robed elder sitting serenely at the center of the temple.
The elder lifted his eyes, revealing a cosmic nebula within his pupils, a smile gracing his face.
"The Sword Saint Qi, undefeated in battle for the past two hundred years, is actually asking this old man for a favor... this is an honor I can boast about for a century."
"Help me deliver something."
"What is it?"
"My sword." The man's voice was as solid as a boulder.
"Your divine sword, made from an entire plane of extreme frost stone? You wish to give it away? By the law above... look at me, I can double the price, with this sword to guard, I have the confidence to ascend to the High Tier Holy Domain within two hundred years!" The sanctity on the elder's face vanished instantly, his eyes replaced by a glint of shrewdness and flattery.
"Not this one, it's... the other one..." The man frowned slightly, shaking his head a bit embarrassed.
"The other one, the other..."
The white-robed elder suddenly jumped up, his voice trembling.
He waved his hand, creating a swirling nebula, and in the middle of the nebula appeared a plane shrunk countless times.
That plane, just a glimpse through the nebula, felt incredibly sharp.
"Is it the Shadowless Domain Sword, whose mere shadow can guard a whole domain?"
"Yes."
"By the sages above, to whom would you send it, who is worthy to bear such a divine artifact?" The elder's eyes widened, almost pulling his beard.
Thud.
The heads of gods and demons were casually thrown to the ground.
He looked at his scalding hand, the man powerful enough to make the sky tremble, grinned widely.
The Sword Saint Qi actually smiled.
This was probably the first time he'd seen him smile in the two hundred years they knew each other.
The white-robed elder's mouth hung open as if it might dislocate.
The man grinned, and with his blood-stained hand, plunged violently into his own chest, pulling out the half Bloomed Red Lotus that could incinerate a plane, and hurled it into the void.
Blood-colored thunder surged.
The plane vibrated.
The temple was like a small boat swaying in a storm of wrathful waves.
A beam of light, shrouded in black mist with an indistinguishable blade, shot out from the void.
On the sword hilt, half Bloomed Red Lotus flourished.
The Red Lotus ignited the black mist, highlighting a coordinate amidst the ancient stars, drifting through the chaotic flow of time and space.
"Today, finally, my flesh no longer feels so numb."
A resounding voice, filled with excitement and tremor.
The man turned, his gentle gaze resting upon the altar of the temple.
Giant ice crystals intertwined into luxurious crystal pillars.
Within the ice, a stunning woman bowed her head as though asleep.
"Lin Ling, our son..."
"I found him."
...
...
Amidst the starry sky.
In front of Shura.
The simmering and twisting hot space.
As if a drop of water fell gently upon a pond, creating ripples.
A rift, breaking through the void.
The black and blood-hued rift engulfed Shura.
And the Constant Star Sword Shadow spanning tens of thousands of kilometers engulfed the rift in its backward sweep.
Time stood still.
The Constant Star Sword Shadow froze.
A crisp "ding" resounded in everyone's ears.
That was the sound of metal clashing.
As Mu Fan and Shura collided with that bloodline-connected sword shadow with their last remaining arm.
Echoing in his ears was the timeless message of a father's eternal love that transcended time and space.
"Every one of the Shura clan should have their unique destiny, and I am seeking the chance for Lin Ling's rebirth."
"Within it, lies my... Century of Sword Dao insights."
"It is both my legacy and the legacy of the Shura lineage."
"And today, I can finally entrust it to you."
As for the "it" in those words.
Upon grasping it, Mu Fan instinctively knew its name.
Knew its history.
Knew all it bore.
The half Bloomed Red Lotus sword hilt flowed into his arm, merging with the withering half lotus core.
A complete Red Lotus floated over his chest.
From the body of the worn out black remnants, countless tiny Red Lotuses bloomed from the dim eye sockets.
The Red Lotus reconstructed the armor.
More luxurious, more radiant.
The moment that figure grasped the hilt.
He returned to the Realm Master.
Its name, Great Yang Emperor!
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PS: Qi's design has been included in the outline since the debut. The next chapter, the final chapter "The Beginning of the Era", will be accompanied by Lao Dang's concluding remarks.