Perfect World: Ten Crowns

Chapter 534 The War of the Heavens
"May all the heavens be silent, and may the heavens forever be covered!"

Accompanied by the low murmur of a being at the end of the road, an earth-shattering imperial war that swept across the heavens erupted. A total of nineteen Immortal Emperors spread out across the vast battlefield, their supreme aura permeating the air and tearing apart one universe after another.

Perhaps because of the humiliation of being ambushed, the strange emperors launched an extremely fierce attack at the beginning. In the all-out battle, the rules of the Great Dao were obliterated, and even the heavens were reduced to ruins in an instant.

As for the group of strange Dao Ancestors, they swept in like a black ocean. Even after several cleansings, the number of those participating in this battle was definitely more than 1,500, and there were even more strange Dao Ancestors continuously gathering from the rear.

This was undoubtedly a devastating blow to the heavens, which only had a thousand Dao Ancestors.

Fortunately, both sides had a gap in top-tier combat power, with one Immortal Emperor left. The weakest of them all, the Dragon Ancestor, was sent into battle, resulting in a crushing defeat. This gave the heavens a chance to catch their breath.

However, this is still very difficult.

Quantitative change leads to qualitative change. When a heaven-reaching array composed of thousands of Dao Ancestors appeared, dark matter gathered and a supreme fluctuation spread, transforming into a Heaven-Opening Emperor Axe, which even the Dragon Ancestor had to deal with seriously.

Undoubtedly, this is an incredibly terrifying Heaven-Opening Emperor Formation, originating from the Primordial Ancestor.

Thus, a great war that had reached a fragile balance broke out. Both sides were determined to fight to the death, with no way out for either side. This was a world-destroying war measured in hundreds of thousands of years.

In the first hundred thousand years, the two sides were evenly matched and their momentum remained undiminished.

In the third hundred thousand years, massive casualties began to occur. Nearly a hundred Dao Ancestors on both sides perished, dying like livestock in the starry sky, without any dignity.

In the fifth hundred thousand years, with the fall of the first Immortal Emperor, the defensive line built by the heavens exploded, and the entire battlefield was distributed like canine teeth along the edge of the boundary.

It was Emperor Yan who died. In order to protect the heavens he inhabited, he exerted all his strength to revive, perishing together with a being at the end of the road level, both falling on this blood-red battlefield.

In the seventh hundred thousand years, the Immortal Emperor Xiluo perished, dragging along a fallen being, igniting himself, and choosing to perish together with endless sacrificial fire.

Meanwhile, with the fall of the four emperors and nearly a million years of bloody war, most of the heavens were affected by the flames of war, and countless great realms ushered in the end times.

In the eighth hundred thousand years, the Dragon Ancestor exerted all his strength and revived to the extreme, breaking through the entire Heaven-Opening Formation in one go, killing nearly nine hundred strange Dao Ancestors.

For the heavens, this is absolutely a great thing. The two sides' Dao Ancestor-level beings have once again reached a balance, but they have gained an additional Immortal Emperor.

However, at that moment, the Dragon Ancestor was struck by a Tyrannosaurus-level Lu Jin. He perished in endless resentment and pain, turning into a rain of light that illuminated the past, present, and future.

The three supreme immortal emperors of the heavens tried to save the situation, but were blocked by the strange emperors. Countless emperor-level divine powers collided, shattering the Great Dao and obliterating the rules, making the intensity of this bloody battle even more terrifying, rising to more than one level.

Regardless, the number of emperors on both sides was equal, with only seven remaining on each side, while the number of Dao Ancestor-level beings also remained strangely at around one thousand.

This made the battlefields of the heavens even more brutal and intense.

Two hundred thousand years have passed, and the tenth hundred thousand years have arrived.

The flames of war swept across the land, engulfing the heavens.

Blood, the entire starry sky was covered in blinding blood. The two sides had been fighting for millions of years. The vast battlefield swept across the heavens and was divided into countless smaller battlefields.

Rumble!
On this very day, an extremely terrifying piece of news swept across the vast battlefield: the Prajna Immortal Emperor, hailed as the founder of Buddhism, perished together with a Tyrannosaurus Rex, and passed away completely.

As soon as the news spread, all the heavens fell silent, then erupted into chaos. Countless Buddhist kingdoms were filled with grief. A Buddhist ancestor who was close to the Emperor Realm was enraged and used his Vajra Pestle to flatten seven or eight great realms. Several strange ancestral masters perished on the spot, causing the surrounding battlefields to be extremely shocked.

Some recognized him as a disciple of the Prajna Immortal Emperor, exceptionally talented. If it weren't for the Buddhist system's limitation of one true Buddha, he would likely have already taken that step. However, that was the end of it. As the vacuum period passed, more and more strange Dao Ancestors surged in, forcing this Buddhist Dao Ancestor to retreat. His Vajra Pestle even broke. Fortunately, he received assistance from several powerful figures nearby, which allowed him to barely survive.

"I will not pass away until I become emperor!"

This Buddhist and Taoist patriarch made a great vow, but when he looked at the dark races of the heavens, he felt despair.

This imperial war lasted for a full million years. Ten supreme beings perished, thousands of Dao Ancestors died, and countless heavens were destroyed in the battle, turning into ruins. When will it stop?
"Your Majesty, where are you?"

Countless beings cried out in grief. Over the course of millions of years, the people have called upon the Emperor countless times, hoping that he could reappear in great force, shining with boundless brilliance.

However, millions of years have passed, and the myriad realms have not received a single message.

Whether it was an accident or something else, it remained as still as a stone statue, coldly observing everything.

At this moment, for the Emperor, all living beings are filled with doubt, disappointment, worry, and fear. Countless emotions are mixed together, but none of them can affect the Emperor's decision.

As the great battle reached this point, only a little over five hundred Dao Ancestors remained in the heavens, while the strange races numbered only around six hundred. The two sides, with over a thousand Dao Ancestors scattered throughout the vast myriad worlds, were engaged in a terrifying struggle, with one side protecting and the other destroying, and sacrifices and salvations unfolding across the myriad worlds.

However, at this point in the great battle, everyone in the heavens reached a consensus.

That is, the strange race seems to be searching for something, perhaps an object, a system, a person, or a fundamental world.

"Could it be there?"

On this day, the two imperial princes gathered together, their expressions solemn, and they became increasingly convinced of a consensus.

That is a strange race, searching for the foothold of the Perfect World.

"Is it related to your uncle?"

Little Stone spoke, his face covered in blood, his expression grave.

By now, the Perfect Sect has been almost wiped out. The chicken farmer, the fake medicine seller, and the three Great Dao Ancestors of the Primordial Era have long since perished, and the Butcher and the Burial Master also died in battle not long ago.

Only Huang Qi, Bai Di, Tianjiao Yi, and Chi Long remained following behind them.

It's not that these four are stronger, but at this moment, as young people, they are always expected to be looked after by their seniors. For example, the Primordial Dao Ancestor perished while covering Xia and the others' escape.

"Cover me! I'm going to challenge for the Immortal Emperor title!"

Xia Ming spoke, his expression serious and resolute.

The great battle has now reached a point where each side has six Immortal Emperors left, and the Dao Ancestor's power is basically even. He wants to become an Emperor and break the current stalemate.

More importantly, there are more than ten Dao Ancestors gathered together, who are already incredibly close to the Perfect Great World. Relying solely on the power behind the two of them, although they can win, it will certainly be an extremely brutal victory.

"Alright, leave the rear to me!"

Upon hearing this, Little Stone looked at the other four people, gritted his teeth, and immediately agreed.

(End of this chapter)