The Legend of Futian Chapter 2544 - Requiem of the Holy Land

Chapter 2544: Requiem of the Holy Land

“So that’s why!” Taichu Saint Emperor stared at Ye Futian. Everyone had greatly underestimated Ye Futian’s strength. The people in the Divine Prefecture only thought that he had great potential, cultivated Buddha’s Celerity, and could escape cultivators who had survived the second Divine Tribulation of the Great Path.
However, all of them had underestimated Ye Futian’s actual combat effectiveness. He was able to kill Zhong Miao with his own strength alone, which meant that his combat effectiveness might have already surpassed that of a cultivator who had survived the first Divine Tribulation of the Great Path.
There was no way to compensate for the gap between cultivators in the Tribulation Plane and Renhuang. So, how did Ye Futian do it?
The look in Taichu Saint Emperor’s eyes changed, but then a cold light flashed across. Even so, what could he do now?
Even if Ye Futian was a peerless genius talent, here today, he would be slaughtered.
Even if he could slay Zhong Miao on his own, but it was him now that Ye Futian was facing.
“Kill!”
As soon as the word was said, the horrific power of Taichu enveloped the boundless space. The divine swords continued to fall, aiming squarely at Ye Futian, intending to kill him on the spot.
But at the same time, just as he was making his move, Lord Chen attacked again, as if not allowing him the slightest chance to breathe. On the other side, Ye Futian put his hands together, and a golden light gleamed. The Sound of Buddha from the heavens lingered as his body turned into a Golden Frame. However, a golden divine sword, which contained unparalleled power, appeared.
The golden divine sword slew towards the sky above. A roar was heard as it collided with the Taichu Divine Swords that came down. It was able to demolish the Taichu Divine Swords and dissipate together with it.
Taichu Saint Emperor looked at what just took place. Although his physical condition was not the greatest at the moment, as he was wounded, he was a giant who had survived the second Divine Tribulation of the Great Path. His attack power was still unparalleled, and Ye Futian was able to block his attack?
He didn’t have time to maul it over, however. Lord Chen’s attacks persisted so that Taichu Saint Emperor could not be distracted to deal with Ye Futian. His divine consciousness moved slightly, and suddenly, countless swords of Taichu fell down in this space, not only aiming at Lord Chen but also at Ye Futian.
In this world, the Sound of Buddha lingered, resounding throughout this space. Buddhas now appeared all over the sky as they surrounded Ye Futian, with him as the center, there was now a realm of Buddhism. As soon as the hands of the Buddhas moved to gesture the sword technique, the sword of Buddha was unleashed and collided with the Taichu swords. The purpose was not to attack but to defend.
Although Ye Futian’s realm was still some ways away, he had no problem protecting himself when his opponent was constrained by Lord Chen. The Taichu swords could not break apart the Buddhist domain that he created.
At the same time, Ye Futian was suspended in midair. His eyes never left the battlefield, as if he was waiting for an opportunity.
The divine light was lingering in the space where Ye Futian was, and the Great Path was one with him and seemed to achieve some kind of resonance with the divine light, which in turn, resonated with his divine body.
An incomparable divine light bloomed from him as if he was surrounded by infinite runes, coupled with an incomparable aura of Swordsmanship and rule. This did not seem to belong to any kind of Way, just pure and undeniable power.
When Ye Futian broke the shackles and entered the Ninth-Realm, he realized some fundamental principles about cultivation.
What was known as the Way and rules were nothing more than manmade notions. When one’s power was strong enough to a certain extent, it was itself the rules and the Way.
There was no such thing as the Way in the world.
Any cultivator who wished to pursue the ultimate must formulate their own rules and their own Way.
Buzz! The divine light was dazzling and blinding, as the heavens resonated. Ye Futian’s divine body seemed to have turned into a sword body, like that of an invincible and indestructible sword.
At this moment, Taichu Saint Emperor felt a strong sense of danger and faintly felt that something was very wrong; it was just like that ominous premonition he had when he was cultivating before.
Boom… But how could Lord Chen let go of such a great opportunity? He collided with Taichu Saint Emperor again, which shook the earth. Even the realm they were in was trembling violently as if it was about to collapse. Clearly, he had also felt the dazzling divine light released from Ye Futian and that incomparable power.
Almost at the same instant, Ye Futian was on the move. The brilliant sword light was a little blinding and disappeared in a flash. Taichu Saint Emperor shouted as if he had sensed that Ye Futian would unleash this blow. Taichu Divine Swords were released madly, attempting to block this blow from Ye Futian.
However, that light penetrated right through, and all the Taichu Divine Swords could not stop this sword of Path Obliteration. When the divine sword passed through, the void seemed to be standing still.
Buzz! The sword made contact with Taichu Saint Emperor but failed to penetrate his body. The destructive force raged inside his body like mad, and Taichu Saint Emperor let out a great roar.
“Get away!” The roar shook heaven and earth, and the void seemed to explode because of it. Lord Chen’s Starry Divine Sword continued forward, and with a loud bang, the body of Taichu Saint Emperor was rocked violently, as if all his internal organs were about to be shattered.
The sword that had stuck into his body went a bit further. Behind this sword, many of the swords of Taichu were annihilated and turned into dust.
Puh! Another sword pierced his body. Lord Chen’s Starry Divine Sword made its way inside Taichu Saint Emperor. Seeing the two swords stuck into him, Taichu Saint Emperor lowered his head, and suddenly a sense of sadness washed over him. Both of his hands stretched out as he grabbed onto the two swords at the same time and raised his head to look in front of him.
“I have presided over a domain, and I never expected I would be falling here, like this, today.” He sighed and looked up into the sky. “Too bad, I won’t be seeing what the Imperial Realm is like.”
As soon as his voice fell, the sword light that was formed by Ye Futian pierced through, and a figure appeared there; it was Ye Futian. By this time, the body of Taichu Saint Emperor was shattering with madness, and he was almost gone.
“I’ll see it for you.” Ye Futian, whose back was facing Taichu Saint Emperor, now turned to speak to him.
Taichu Saint Emperor laughed when he heard this, ignoring the physical pain he was enduring. He turned his head to looked at Ye Futian with some difficulty and said, “I don’t know if it’s for good or ill that Donghuang the Great did not kill you. Perhaps the Great Emperor was too lonely and wanted to see the birth of another Great Emperor in the Divine Prefecture. Ye Futian, the future will be yours.”
“I know,” Ye Futian responded as he looked at Taichu Saint Emperor.
When Taichu Saint Emperor heard those confident and arrogant words, he kept smiling. Then his body exploded as his physical body collapsed. He did not resist anymore, and the phantom of his spiritual soul disappeared little by little.
“After I die, let the other cultivators in the Holy Land of Taichu live. With your talent, you don’t need to worry about them.” Taichu Saint Emperor’s voice trailed off in the void as if this was his last will and testament.
After today, Taichu would be no more.
“Very well,” Ye Futian agreed. As soon as he said that, the phantom of Taichu Saint Emperor nodded slightly, then disappeared into smoke, and everything turned to dust.
This was the end of the giant who had presided over Taichu Domain, one of the topmost cultivators of the Divine Prefecture—Taichu Saint Emperor.
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In the Holy Land of Taichu and the outside world, countless people were still looking at the battlefield that was high above the sky. At this moment, they saw that the realm was disappearing, and the aura of the Great Path was dissipating as well.
Many became nervous and unsure as their eyes glued to the place high in the sky; was this great battle finally over?
Had Taichu Saint Emperor been able to vanquish his opponents?
Two blurry figures appeared, and soon they saw the two men clearly. One of them, with his white garment and his white hair, stood majestically in the void. The other, holding a scepter, was mighty authoritative.
At this moment, countless eyes froze, and the vast space fell into a dead silence.
There were no signs of Taichu Saint Emperor, only Ye Futian and Lord Chen.
The cultivators from the Holy Land of Taichu had held on to that last glimmer of hope, but at this moment, there was only endless despair in their eyes, true desperation.
Saint Emperor had fallen.
The strongest man in all of the Holy Land of Taichu, the master of Taichu, had perished in this battle.
From this day forward, the Holy Land of Taichu would be something that only existed in history.
Likewise, in the outside world, countless many sighed and mourned.
A holy land with thousands of years of history that had not crumbled even in times of extreme chaos, and had been preaching in Taichu Domain all this time, would disappear on this day? Ye Futian led a powerful group of people here and destroyed it.
High above the sky, Ye Futian surveyed the space below. He saw the hatred in their eyes, as well as the despair and various other emotions. But none of this affected Ye Futian.
This was the case in the world of cultivation. Once upon a time, Heavenly Mandate Academy was in a similarly desperate position. At the time, the Holy Land of Taichu, as far as Heavenly Mandate Academy was concerned, was an insurmountable foe. They wanted to takeover Heavenly Mandate Academy and had participated in the battle that aimed to destroy him. These were all part of that indelible history.
Therefore, was the Holy Land of Taichu innocent? Of course not.
But the Holy Land of Taichu was the holy land of preaching in Taichu Domain. He came with his people to destroy it, so it was natural that he would be hated by some.
He didn’t explain anything; he didn’t even want to say anything more. Other cultivators gathered and returned to Ye Futian’s side. All three great cultivators in the Tribulation Plane were killed. No one in the Holy Land of Taichu would resist them now.
With the death of Taichu Saint Emperor, everything was over.
“Palace Lord, do you want to…” Murong Yu looked at Ye Futian, then glanced at the cultivators below, causing countless people to tremble. Their lives and deaths were now in the hands of the others.
Would Ye Futian slaughter those cultivators in the Holy Land of Taichu?
One order from him, and everyone in the Holy Land of Taichu would lose their lives.
“Let’s go back,” said Ye Futian. He then turned around to leave this place, with other cultivators in tow. Murong Yu understood what he meant, and looked down at the space below before he, too, turned to leave with the rest.
Many of them breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a little fortunate. Watching those disappearing figures in the distance and the Holy Land of Taichu that was left in ruins, they were filled with great emotions.
This was the end of an era!