Chapter 2163: Dragon Lord's Death
"ARGHHHHHH ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!"
A deafening roar shook the heavens as the Dragon Lord erupted with unrestrained fury, unleashing every ounce of his power. His body, his soul—his very essence—was wracked with unbearable agony, yet he refused to falter. His eyes burned with relentless determination as he lunged forward, desperate to chase after Mokai.
But before he could even close the distance—
A radiant golden form descended once more, striking him down with unfathomable force!
"BOOOOMMMM!!!"
The entire realm trembled beneath the cataclysmic impact.
"CRACK!!!"
An ear-piercing shatter echoed through the abyss as his bones fractured under the devastating blow.
"ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!"
The Dragon Lord bellowed in torment, his colossal frame convulsing from the overwhelming pain. His once-imposing draconic body was now riddled with wounds, his shimmering scales stained crimson with his own blood. But his wrath knew no bounds—injury meant nothing. Defeat was not an option.
"ROARRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!"
Ignoring his shattered body and the rivers of blood spilling from his wounds, he surged forward once again, his killing intent soaring to its peak. This time, his target was none other than the supreme being before him—the True God.
With a vicious swipe, his massive dragon claw tore through the void, bypassing space itself, and slashed toward the golden figure in the sky. His true draconic form had fully emerged, his oppressive might shaking the heavens. A blinding surge of power erupted from his being, and without the slightest hesitation, he opened his maw—
A torrent of burning crimson gushed forth—his own dragon blood.
"Blood essence…!" Dian Rahu's expression shifted as he instantly recognized the Dragon Lord's desperate act. His voice carried a rare trace of urgency—he knew what was coming.
"BOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!"
The dragon claw, surging with even greater destructive power, struck directly against the True God!
Yet, despite the earth-shattering impact, Dian Rahu's figure barely wavered—only being pushed back slightly. A dull pain rippled through his arms, but that was all. It wasn't enough! The power of a True God was beyond what the Dragon Lord could contend with!
Back when the Dragon Lord battled the Dreamless Divine Regent, he had only managed to wound him slightly because the Divine Regent had abandoned his defense, allowing the flames to sear through his body. But here—Dian Rahu had already resolved to fight at full force, both offensively and defensively. For the Dragon Lord to force the strongest True God back even a few meters was already a monumental feat…
Yet, it was still meaningless!
Just like Dian Rahu, the Dragon Lord's strength was also restricted due to their battle taking place in the depths of the Endless Fog Sea. But even if they were in the outside world, it would change nothing—a Divine Limit Realm Peak could never rival a True God. They were gods for a reason!
In an instant, the golden figure that had been pushed back suddenly appeared before the Dragon Lord once more. His divine aura erupted, manifesting a colossal golden form, its size mirroring the Dragon Lord's own draconic body.
Without hesitation, the golden titan seized the Dragon Lord's massive tail, his grip unbreakable. Then, with overwhelming might—
"BOOOOM!!!"
He swung the Dragon Lord high into the sky, sending his colossal frame crashing through the void with devastating force!
The Dragon Lord thrashed violently, but against the absolute power of a True God, resistance was futile!
With another mighty swing, Dian Rahu hurled the Dragon Lord's colossal body downward, smashing it into the abyssal earth with godly force.
"BOOOOOOOMMMM!!!!!!"
And again—
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!"
And again! Again! Again, and again!
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!!!!"
The relentless assault finally ceased as Dian Rahu cast the Dragon Lord's ravaged, blood-drenched body aside, tossing it onto the fractured ground of the abyss like a discarded husk.
His golden gaze swept over the broken dragon, his voice carrying neither anger nor pity—only indifference.
"Long Tianxuan, if you hadn't sided with the Fog Monarch, your life wouldn't have ended here."
The battered dragon form trembled violently before slowly shrinking, reverting to human shape. His once-magnificent body was now barely more than a shattered shell, covered in deep lacerations and drenched in his own blood. His soul, ravaged beyond measure, flickered weakly—his breaths shallow and uneven.
Each swing of Dian Rahu's arm had been imbued with the devastating power of his Divine Arts, shattering not only flesh and bone but the very essence of the Dragon Lord's soul. Now, over seventy percent of his soul had been obliterated, and his body was mangled beyond recognition—beyond repair.
On the far side of the battlefield, a towering Qilin Beast, its body still riddled with cracks, stirred at last. It had remained motionless, using the Abyss Dust to slowly mend its shattered form. However, rather than charging toward the True God, it suddenly turned and bolted, streaking deep into the heart of the Endless Fog with blinding speed.
A faint sneer curled on Dian Rahu's lips as he watched the enormous beast flee. He made no immediate move to pursue—it was unnecessary. The Endless Fog was an unnatural domain where Abyssal Beasts of the Peak Divine Limit Realm were nearly impossible to kill without paying an exorbitant price. Their bodies constantly absorbed the abyssal energy, regenerating from any wound as long as their cores remained intact. Even with his True God might, fully exterminating such a creature would be a drawn-out battle he had no interest in.
But suppression? That was a different matter entirely.
Dian Rahu had come for one purpose: to reclaim Meng Jianyuan and Shen Wuyi. If he could kill the Fog Monarch in the process, all the better—but he knew it was unlikely. The Fog Monarch was a master of deception, an opportunistic vermin who thrived in the shadows of uncertainty. Killing that scheming rat would be easier said than done.
Without another glance at the fleeing Qilin, Dian Rahu turned his focus back to the battered figure sprawled amidst the shattered ground—the Dragon Lord, whose very life now hung by a thread.
There was no hesitation in his movements.
A surge of divine radiance flooded the battlefield as his power gathered, illuminating the abyssal domain with an oppressive golden glow. The very air crackled under the sheer weight of his divinity, warping reality itself.
Then—
A colossal golden palm materialized high above, slowly descending from the sky.
Though its movement appeared unhurried, the space beneath it trembled violently, as if the entire abyss would collapse under the crushing force of a True God's might.
This attack had but a single target.
The Dragon Lord, whose body and soul had already been shattered beyond recognition, lay motionless on the broken ground below.
This was not just an execution.
It was divine eradication.
"Long Tianxuan, Dragon Lord of the Ancestral Dragon Clan—
For your crime of betraying the Abyssal Monarch, who has bestowed grace and mercy upon the Abyssal World, your punishment is death!"
As Dian Rahu's final words echoed through the abyss, the colossal golden palm above surged downward, accelerating with divine force.
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The very fabric of the abyss shattered into nothingness. The ground below was obliterated, consumed by the sheer might of a True God's wrath. Even the mighty dragon's body, once indestructible, was crushed into a mangled ruin—a grotesque mass of shattered bones and pulverized flesh, reduced to nothing more than remnants of his former self.
Far away, deep within the depths of the Endless Fog, a faint, nearly imperceptible groan escaped Yun Che's lips.
"Ugh..."
A strange, hollow sensation swept over him. In that moment, the slave imprint he had placed upon Long Tianxuan flickered—and then vanished.
The Dragon Lord was gone.
Dead.
Dead—without the chance to explain his actions.
Dead—without a single opportunity to prove his innocence.
Dead—with hatred in his heart for the one who had struck him down.
Dead—with hatred toward the master.
Dead—with hatred for himself—for every choice, every mistake, every regret that had led him to this end.
If he had never taken Long Xi's blood, none of this would have happened.
He would have never become Yun Che's slave.
He would have never been forced into submission.
He would have never met such a miserable end.
Now, even the fate of the Ancestral Dragon Clan was shrouded in uncertainty—left teetering on the brink of darkness. And all of it… all of it was because of himself.
He had died with hatred.
"BOOM!"
With no trace of the Dragon Lord's life aura remaining, Dian Rahu turned his gaze toward the distant abyss. Without hesitation, he shot forward, chasing after the fleeing Qilin Abyssal Beast. Though it had no distinct life aura to track, its enormous body—formed from vast, condensed Abyss Dust—made it an easy target. The golden figure of the True God vanished into the depths of the Endless Fog Sea, his presence fading like a sun swallowed by an eternal night.
But just as his figure disappeared—
Something shifted.
The Abyss Dust lingering in the ruins trembled, as if responding to an unseen call. A strange force pulsed through the desolate battlefield, causing the dust to stir violently.
Then, with an eerie, unnatural flow—
It began to surge toward the scattered remains of flesh, blood, and shattered bones.
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Deep within the abyss, Yun Che pushed forward at full speed, racing toward the place where he had once lived with Xia Qingyue and Long Xi. The oppressive darkness around him churned with restless energy, the very air suffused with the eerie presence of countless abyssal creatures.
In this region, beasts of the Divine Limit Realm roamed freely. Though most of them were only in the early stages of that realm, their sheer numbers alone made them a threat. But Yun Che barely paid them any mind—his goal was to go even deeper, to the point where Dian Rahu would not be able to conveniently "rescue" him.
As he advanced, his movements became increasingly precise, his body weaving through the shadows like a phantom. With a flicker of profound energy, he pushed his invisibility Divine Arts to their very limit, concealing not only his physical presence but also his aura, leaving nothing for even the keenest perception to latch onto.
His senses stretched outward—
The Qilin Abyssal Beast was close. Not far behind, he could feel the overwhelming presence of Dian Mokai, who was still in pursuit. Yun Che's eyes flashed with calculation as he let Dian Mokai rush past him, never once breaking his concealment.
The deeper they traveled, the more the abyssal environment pressed down upon them. Here, even a True God's divine perception was greatly restricted. The abyss did not allow easy observation—sight, sound, and even spiritual senses were dulled by the chaotic nature of this realm.
Dian Mokai, entirely fixated on Yun Che's aura lingering on the fleeing Qilin Beast, had unknowingly fallen into the perfect trap.
The moment Yun Che completely erased his aura, Dian Mokai was forced to shift his attention entirely onto the beast, assuming that Yun Che had been devoured. His narrowed focus, combined with the natural suppression of the abyss, made it so that he never even noticed Yun Che's presence as he continued chasing the Qilin deeper…
Deeper…
Deeper than even Yun Che had ever go.
A suffocating silence followed in the wake of Dian Mokai's departure.
Yun Che exhaled softly, feeling a wave of relief wash over him.
But it lasted only for a fleeting moment.
His divine sense shuddered violently.
His soul screamed in warning.
A sensation of pure, unfiltered terror crashed into him like a tidal wave—
Dian Rahu.
The strongest True God was heading straight toward him!
For a split second, Yun Che's mind blanked. He had succeeded in misleading Dian Mokai, but in his haste, he had overlooked one critical detail—
He had forgotten to redirect the Qilin Abyssal Beast's escape path!
And now, Dian Rahu was following that very trail—straight to where Yun Che was hiding!
With the Qilin Abyssal Beast heading straight for his location, Dian Rahu had already locked onto its presence—and by extension, was coming here as well!
Even though Yun Che could move unhindered through the Endless Fog Sea, using any of his other powers would expose his location immediately. He couldn't afford that—not when he had gone through such meticulous effort to stage his own kidnapping. He had come too far to let it all fall apart now!
"What will you do now, Yun Che?"
A gentle, ethereal voice resonated within his soul. Li Suo.
Her Light Profound Energy flowed through his battered body, healing his wounds even as concern laced her words.
"...."
Yun Che's mind throbbed, chaotic thoughts colliding against each other, intertwining in a desperate attempt to form a plan. But every scenario, every countermeasure—none of them mattered!
Because in the face of absolute power, all schemes and strategies were meaningless!
There has to be something… There must be something!
His soul roared in defiance as he felt Dian Rahu's divine presence approaching at an alarming speed. The sheer weight of it was suffocating, a crushing force that threatened to erase any hope of escape.
Then—
"This… this feeling…!"
A strange sensation suddenly flickered through Yun Che's profound senses, causing his body to stiffen. His head snapped in a particular direction—toward the source of that eerie, unknown presence.
And then, slowly—his lips curled into a cruel, knowing smile.
"??????"
Li Suo faltered, momentarily confused by his abrupt reaction. She had felt his growing panic, his frantic search for a solution—but now, seeing that expression, she knew.
Yun Che had thought of something.
Something ruthless.
Something dangerous.
Ever since she had awakened, the more Li Suo interacted with Yun Che, the more she began to understand him. His mind was like a labyrinth of endless calculations, his thoughts unfathomable even to someone like her. He was reckless, yet terrifyingly precise—chaotic, yet always in control.
And above all—he was someone who always had a plan.
That smile on his lips confirmed it. She knew. He had a scheme.
"BOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!"
A cataclysmic explosion ripped through the Endless Fog, shaking the very abyss.
At last—the True God had arrived.
Here, in the uncharted depths of the Endless Fog, where even the strongest profound practitioners dared not tread, a golden figure descended like divine judgment.
His presence alone distorted the world around him, his divine aura tearing through the oppressive abyssal darkness. Dian Rahu had locked onto his prey.
"ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!"
A deafening, primal roar shattered the abyss as the Qilin Abyssal Beast retaliated with full force.
Its colossal claw—empowered by the abyss itself—tore through space and slammed toward Dian Rahu, carrying enough force to reduce entire star realms to dust.
Even here, where profound energy was heavily suppressed, the beast's strength remained monstrous.
"BOOM!"
The impact sent Dian Rahu reeling back several meters—an almost unthinkable sight.
Yet—
Not a single drop of blood was spilled.
A True God was a True God.
Even in the deepest reaches of the Endless Fog Sea, where reality itself faltered, his supremacy remained absolute.
"ROARRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!"
The Qilin Abyssal Beast bellowed again, its nearly fully regenerated body towering like a fortress of abyssal might. But even in its peak form, even with the power of the abyss surging through its veins—
It was still not a match for the divine entity standing before it.
But Dian Rahu barely acknowledged its presence.
His golden eyes, radiating an oppressive divine glow, pierced through the abyss as his voice echoed like rolling thunder—
"Hmph! Fog Monarch! I know you're here!"
His words carried no uncertainty—only undeniable authority.
"Come out!"
A demand. A decree.
The void remained still.
No movement. No response.
Only the suffocating silence of the Endless Fog.
Dian Rahu did not move. His divine aura remained unshaken, his expression unreadable as his piercing gaze waited.
And waited.
Yet still—no one answered.
"Coward!"
A furious roar shook the abyss as Dian Rahu's patience finally snapped. His frustration stemmed not only from the Fog Monarch's continued absence but also from something even more infuriating—
His elder.
He could still sense it—Dian Mokai's aura, plunging deeper and deeper into the Endless Fog.
"That fool…" Dian Rahu muttered, his golden eyes narrowing.
For a brief moment, he focused his divine senses, stretching them to their limits, trying to grasp the exact location of his elder. But in this abyss, where even the laws of heaven and earth became muddled, the deeper one went, the more their presence was swallowed whole.
And then—
Gone.
Dian Mokai's aura vanished from his divine perception entirely.
He had crossed a threshold—a point of no return.
The extreme depths of the Endless Fog Sea.
A place where not even a True God could guarantee survival.
"Tch."
Dian Rahu clicked his tongue, but there was nothing more he could do. If Dian Mokai had gone that far, then even he wouldn't be able to locate him, let alone rescue him. The abyss would either spit him back out—or consume him whole.
His attention shifted.
He swept his gaze across the battlefield once more, searching for any sign of the Fog Monarch.
Nothing.
Not a single ripple of movement.
His patience snapped.
Fine. If that rat wanted to hide, then so be it.
If he wouldn't come out willingly—then Dian Rahu would rip apart one of his greatest weapons right before his eyes!
His gaze locked onto the Qilin Abyssal Beast, its enormous form looming over the abyss like a nightmarish monolith.
This damn creature…
For far too long, it had been the undisputed ruler of the Endless Fog Sea. It had terrorized countless profound practitioners, thriving in this lawless realm where even the strongest were reluctant to challenge it.
And why?
Because no True God had ever been willing to pay the price to slay it once and for all.
Until today.
Dian Rahu's golden aura surged, divine energy erupting from his body in an awe-inspiring display of godly might.
"The Fog Monarch is known to use the Qilin God as his favorite beast of terror," Dian Rahu mused, his mind racing as he analyzed the situation.
"If it dies, then even though he can control other abyssal beasts, none will compare to this one. It would be like… clipping his wings."
The thought alone sent a cold, ruthless glint flashing through his eyes.
Then I'll break those wings.
A blinding golden radiance exploded outward, illuminating the abyss like the descent of an unstoppable celestial force.
Countless weaker abyssal creatures that had been lurking in the shadows were instantly obliterated, their bodies turned to nothing in an instant.
The entire Endless Fog trembled beneath the presence of a True God on the warpath.