Six Emperors Descend Upon the World, True Despair

“Let the Azure Mystic Sect be destroyed.”

As soon as these words were spoken, silence fell over the entire scene.

No one doubted the words of the man before them, for his arrival itself represented an undeniable pressure. Those present who could even look directly at his projection numbered no more than ten.

They could only place their hopes on Lin Heming.

This man, once the strongest in the Eastern Wastelands, might once again lead them out of their predicament.

“Though I am but a mere projection descending into this world,”

Mo Yuan clasped his hands behind his back, his gaze coldly sweeping over every blade of grass and tree of the Azure Mystic Sect, over its lush green mountains and clear waters, before finally settling on Lin Heming.

“Destroying you in your current state would still be effortless.”

The faces of the many disciples below turned deathly pale. Lin Qingxue leaned on Ye Shu’s arm, staring straight at the elderly figure standing tall and proud in the distance, her eyes filled with worry: “Grandfather……”

Unlike the despair of the others,

Lin Heming remained calm throughout.

“I have never believed that I would die here, nor do I believe that the Azure Mystic Sect will be destroyed here today.”

“Because evil will never triumph over righteousness.”

“Evil over righteousness?”

Mo Yuan burst into loud laughter: “What is righteousness? What is evil? Merely the wishful thinking of the weak.”

“The strong devour the weak—such is the mandate of heaven.”

With that, he ceased his laughter, steadied his breath, and slowly raised his right hand. A terrifying fluctuation instantly gathered in his palm. At the same time, the heavens and earth shifted color, clouds rolled and overturned, and a pitch-black hand a thousand zhang wide emerged from the void, pressing down slowly. Countless ghostly phantoms swirled around the hand’s imprint, exuding a bone-chilling aura.

“Is that……the Void Hand Seal?”

Staring at that terrifying hand seal, the Lord of the Soul Locking Hall trembled in shock.

This was the Mo family’s ultimate technique.

With one palm strike, all living beings were annihilated, their very souls drawn out and transformed into nourishment for the caster’s soul realm. The family head intended to extinguish them completely, not even leaving a chance for reincarnation.

Against such an opponent, such a method should not have been necessary.

But clearly, Mo Yuan was willing to grant this former rival the respect he deserved.

The disciples of the Azure Mystic Sect stared blankly at that hand seal, feeling their entire bodies float ethereally, as if they had stepped into the most dreamlike paradise. They felt as though they were about to ascend to immortality, drifting weightlessly, as if carried away by the wind.

Wispy, illusory shadows began to rise behind them.

Yet these disciples still wore foolish smiles, their eyes vacant, completely unaware that their souls were being drawn out.

Even Ye Shu stared blankly, instinctively walking forward.

“Wake up!”

Fortunately, Dan Xia let out a sharp shout, and Little Medusa bit him on the wrist with her teeth. Ye Shu finally snapped back to his senses, quickly grabbing hold of Lin Qingxue, Xiao Qingli, and the others, who were also moving forward.

“So this is the final boss?”

Ye Shu couldn’t help but turn his head to look at the little white creature on his shoulder: “Little White! Why’d you have to make this guy so ridiculously powerful? Look what’s happened now, huh?”

“We’re all done for.”

Hearing this, Little White looked utterly aggrieved.

“Well, how was I supposed to know? The higher the villain’s prestige, the more it highlights your awesomeness, doesn’t it?”

Ye Shu paused, then unconsciously nodded.

Come to think of it, that was actually true.

For now, all he could do was hold onto the people around him. But the disciples of the Azure Mystic Sect numbered in the hundreds, even thousands. The sight of millions of souls rising simultaneously was nothing short of shocking.

A person’s soul had a color, determined by their character.

The souls of the Azure Mystic Sect’s disciples burned with a warm orange-red glow. They rose in strands, like a vast sea of fireflies.

Breathtakingly beautiful, yet brimming with peril.

Just as these countless souls were about to be devoured by the giant hand, Lin Heming finally made his move.

He waved his hand sharply.

Boom—

In the distance, a mountain range stretching a thousand miles shattered in an instant. From amid the countless dust and rubble, a figure radiating golden light arrived in the blink of an eye, standing shoulder to shoulder with the old man.

Ye Shu focused his gaze.

It was a young man, dressed in a cyan robe. He was stunningly handsome, with a face as pure as jade, and his brow carried a faint, upright aura.

Most importantly… wasn’t this the same old man?

Just younger. Yet that face was unmistakably identical to Lin Heming in his youth.

The young man suddenly threw a punch.

Crack, crack, crack—

Space itself began to splinter from his fist, the cracks spreading upward until they collided with that pitch-black giant hand.

Boom—

Heaven and earth shifted, winds and clouds swept back.

The giant hand shattered.

The disciples, who had just been staring vacantly, instantly regained clarity. They gasped for breath, their eyes filled with fear, looking at Lin Heming with a mixture of gratitude and relief.

“A second primordial spirit?”

Gazing at this young man, whose aura was completely identical to Lin Heming’s yet whose temperament was entirely different, Mo Yuan narrowed his eyes and spoke calmly: “I didn’t expect that, after all these years apart, you’d obtained such an opportunity, trying to use this method to break through the shackles of your damaged foundation.”

“What a pity…… you revealed it too soon.”

With that, he shook his head in regret: “It hasn’t fully matured yet. Otherwise, it might actually have given you a chance to tread the immortal path again.”

“Even so,”

Lin Heming snorted coldly, his gaze like blazing fire: “It is more than enough to deal with this mere projection of yours.”

“Hahahaha!”

Mo Yuan suddenly burst into loud laughter.

He covered his face with one hand, laughing heartily until tears almost streamed down his face.

Then he lowered his head and sneered.

“I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed.”

With that, he raised his right hand and clenched it tightly in the void. A sound like cracking light came through.

As that crisp sound echoed,

Everyone present felt their hearts skip a beat. An inexplicable sense of unease spread through the entire assembly.

The next moment, radiant light burst forth in all directions.

At the edge of the heavens, ten thousand rays of multicolored light suddenly flared. Then, one by one, figures radiating similarly terrifying auras stepped out from the void—though their auras were slightly weaker than Mo Yuan’s.

Five figures emerged from the sky. Together with Mo Yuan, the presence of six Mahayana-stage cultivators pressed down like mountains, shaking the entire Azure Mystic Sect.

“Heh, Lin Heming.”

“Your impressive bearing hasn’t faded one bit over the years, has it? Hahahaha!”

The newcomers looked at Lin Heming with expressions ranging from solemn to teasing, from cold to mocking. But in their eyes, all shared the same emotion—

Killing intent.

Clearly, these five projections had all come to kill Lin Heming.

“Did you really think I would come alone?”

Mo Yuan let out a faint laugh: “To deal with someone like you, we naturally must offer the most lavish hospitality.”

These five figures were the current heads of the eight great hidden families. Upon hearing news of Lin Heming, they had projected their images here without hesitation.

Lin Heming’s expression remained unchanged, but it carried a hint of heaviness. He kept his face tightly controlled, because he could not afford to fall—not yet.

And as the disciples gazed at these unfamiliar faces, all radiating terrifying pressure, the faint hope that had just risen in their hearts was plunged into even deeper despair.

Six sovereigns descending upon the world—there was no way to win.

There wasn’t even a glimmer of hope for victory……