The Final closing of the Great Dead.

The grand paths of the myriad realms are generally determined by the Great Emperors. However, the position of the Great Emperors is limited by the Way of Heaven, with only three hundred seats available. As a result, there are not many grand paths in the myriad realms.

Among them, those Great Emperors who comprehend the Second Path or the Third Path naturally stand out. Among the three hundred Great Emperors, only a dozen or so can comprehend the Fifth Path, which can be considered the pinnacle of Great Emperors.

These dozen or so individuals are the strongest under the Three Supreme Beings.

In the process of attaining the Great Emperor's enlightenment and understanding, there are certain grand paths that cannot be tampered with.

In simple terms, touching these grand paths would incur Heaven's Wrath.

For example, the fifth grand path that Chen Xia currently comprehends.

The False Heavenly Dao.

The reason it is called "false" is because it involves deceit and deception.

And the target of this grand path's deceit is the true Way of Heaven.

It is also the key to Chen Xia's ability to slay the Dao Ancestor.

The Dao Ancestor is now merged with the Great Death Realm, becoming the consciousness of the entire interface. As long as the Great Death Realm does not perish, the Dao Ancestor is unlikely to die.

And the one who surpasses the will of the interface is the Way of Heaven.

Whether it is true or false, as long as it bears the name "Way of Heaven," you can decide whether or not I will slay you.

Fresh blood continues to flow from the Dao Ancestor's chest, unable to be stopped no matter what, corresponding to a huge opening in the entire interface, from which the mighty power of the interface flows outward.

Chen Xia is also in a difficult situation. The backlash of the Way of Heaven quickly arrives, causing his hand holding the sword to tremble. Blood oozes from his pores, soaking his green robe, quickly turning him into a bloodied figure.

The borrowed power of the future dissipates rapidly. His body trembles, and he begins to cough incessantly, blood spurting from the corners of his mouth. It's like a drowning person, even breathing becomes difficult.

But what's drowning him is his own blood.

Like a fish drowning in water.

It sounds funny, but it really happens.

Chen Xia's body can no longer bear it and falls downward like a torn rag, with the flowing blood unable to catch up, trailing behind like a blood-colored tail.

Big Yellow Dog's expression becomes urgent as he activates his weakened body and rushes toward Chen Xia, intending to catch him.

"Die!" A furious shout suddenly comes from the sky.

A massive hand extends from the interface, directly pressing down on Big Yellow Dog's body, sending it crashing into the lowest end of the Great Death Realm interface.

The Dao Ancestor covers his wound with one hand, his expression extremely grim. "I've been planning for four hundred thousand years, and it's impossible to fail. First, I'll kill you to create the Glorious Grand Sun. Once the Great Death Realm slowly recovers, this kind of injury can also be healed!"

As for Chen Xia, the backlash of the Way of Heaven is enough to kill him eight hundred times!

With a squeeze of his hand, the remnants of the Grey Emperor's body are abruptly grabbed and directly transformed into strands of energy that he swallows. Although it cannot heal his wounds, he can at least rely on the remnants of the Great Emperor's will to resist for a while.

Before his own blood completely drains, he must slay the Mighty Grand Sun, Chen Xia, with the dominance he has proven, and complete the true Glorious Grand Sun. Only then can he survive!

The entire interface trembles, as if it is on the verge of shattering yet also undergoing rebirth.

The Dao Ancestor's expression becomes mad, once again unleashing his divine abilities, intending to completely kill Big Yellow Dog.

"Have you had enough?" A voice with a light laughter resounds.

Only spoken for the Dao Ancestor to hear.

The Dao Ancestor's body trembles, his face showing a shocked expression, and even the divine techniques and spells in his hands come to a halt.

The Great Death Realm was torn open at an unknown time.

Standing there was a handsome figure, surrounded by a golden aura, calmly gazing at the Dao Ancestor.

"Wu... Martial Emperor?" the Dao Ancestor spoke in astonishment.

The figure nodded, "You previously proposed exchanging your contributions from four hundred thousand years ago for a hundred years without my interference. Now that the time has come, I don't know whether to say you're incompetent or something else."

"Give me ten more years, no, just one year. After I become the will of the Great Death Realm, I am willing to work for you!"

The Dao Ancestor pleaded.

"But it seems I don't really need you." The Martial Emperor shook his head slightly and continued.

"From the beginning, you never had the intention of cooperation. Always scheming, and in the end, still scheming. You always treat others as your pawns, and I don't like that."

"But rest assured, when I kill you now, it will be quick."

The Martial Emperor spoke again, then looked down at the crowd below, raised his hand, and snapped his fingers.

"All unnecessary people should leave."

"No!" The Dao Ancestor angrily shouted and quickly raised his hand, intending to completely kill the Big Yellow Dog and complete his transformation.

The Martial Emperor's fist suddenly condensed with golden light and struck the adjacent interface.

The entire Great Death Realm instantly collapsed and began to crumble.

The Dao Ancestor spat out a mouthful of blood, his consciousness blurred by the impact of the punch.

The Great Death Realm trembled as numerous passages opened. It could no longer bear the presence of so many cultivators and began to violently reject them.

The Martial Emperor slightly adjusted the path of rejection, allowing each cultivator to return to their own interface, somewhat mitigating the aftermath.

Only two people did not leave.

One was Chen Xia.

The other was Ma Xiaohong, who caught Chen Xia in the starry sky.

The Martial Emperor surveyed Chen Xia, covered in blood, and nodded slightly. If it were considered a test, Chen Xia now had the qualifications to ascend to the highest position.

And the fifth insight he gained in the end was truly interesting.

The False Heavenly Dao.

He dared to comprehend the Dao, even daring to engage in such a deceitful act.

Yes, the highest position requires this kind of talent.

The Martial Emperor nodded, the golden light on his hand once again shining, and he looked at the Dao Ancestor, smiling.

"I don't really want to stay with someone like you, who is neither human nor ghost. So let's end this quickly."

The Dao Ancestor looked bewildered. Previously struck by Chen Xia's sword, and now struck by the Martial Emperor's punch, his body could no longer withstand it. He was now at his weakest.

The Martial Emperor approached him, and with a simple and unadorned punch, he shattered half of the Great Death Realm!

After a moment,

The starry sky fell silent.

No voices were heard around.

Ma Xiaohong held Chen Xia's blood-stained body, kneeling on a small star, tears streaming down her face, her eyes red, continuously weeping.

Chen Xia had no breath left.

Her hair was streaked with age, and the wrinkles on her face were prominent, almost contorting.

Footsteps could be heard.

The Martial Emperor held the head of the Dao Ancestor, walking away as if dragging a dead dog. He glanced at Chen Xia, then at Ma Xiaohong, and asked,

"You can save him, right?"

Ma Xiaohong gritted her teeth, her streaked white hair fluttering. With conviction, she nodded, "Yes, I can."

"That's good." The Martial Emperor's figure instantly disappeared, taking the Dao Ancestor's body with him.

The shattered Great Death Realm became even dimmer than before.

Only a faint ray of celestial light shone down, landing on Chen Xia and Ma Xiaohong, who were standing on Little Star.

Ma Xiaohong wiped away her teardrops and gently placed her hand on Chen Xia's chest. She softly asked, "Chen Xia, am I getting old?"

Wrinkles continued to accumulate on her face, forming a cluster, as she spoke softly again, "Before I met you, I didn't know where to go or what to do. So many years have passed, and I no longer have a home, nor a destination."

"You said you would protect me as long as I healed your injuries. When I heard those words, I was happy, really happy," she continued.

"But later on, I didn't want to heal your injuries anymore. Because I started to grow old, with white hair and wrinkles. I dare not look at myself, let alone let you see me."

"People say that young girls are like flowers. Was I also a flower back then?" Ma Xiaohong murmured, her face covered in wrinkles, her body shrinking, and her words becoming sluggish.

Chen Xia took a breath, and her chest started to rise and fall.

Perhaps she was a qualified healing medicine?

It is often said that everyone has their own destiny, and maybe this is hers. For her, it doesn't seem bad at all, as if it's not something unfavorable.

She smiled gently, her aged face genuinely happy. Suddenly, she lowered her head and whispered in Chen Xia's ear, speaking in a storytelling tone, "Remember me in your heart, like a flower."

No response.

Chen Xia breathed quietly.

The last ray of celestial light in the Great Death Realm began to slowly close.

From then on, darkness prevailed.