In the milky white vortex, Xiao Yan stared blankly at the space before him—or rather, at the thick white fog floating there.That was something that had vanished long ago from the Dou Qi Continent, and something Emperor Hun Tian had spent a thousand years scheming for, sacrificing the entire continent just for it:
"The Origin of the Emperor."
"Tsk tsk, the Emperor's Origin... Emperor Hun Tian plotted for a thousand years just for a trace of the Emperor's Young Pill, yet now these Emperor's Origins are floating around like air. Tsk tsk, how the world has changed! If you become a Dou Emperor, the Emperor's Origin... tsk, I'm afraid it'll be even more common than air! What a pity I can't go back from here. If I could drag these Emperor's Origins back and hand them to my father-in-law and Old Man Zhu Kun, bam—two more Emperors out of nowhere. Ahhh, such a pity, really... tsk tsk tsk tsk..."
Sighing deeply at the thought, Xiao Yan quickly shifted his mindset.Gu Yuan and Zhu Kun were already old men enjoying retirement. Asking them to break through now, upend their stable cultivation systems, and follow him into an unknown world to brawl? Even if he agreed, Xun'er and Cai Lin would never let it happen.
Shaking it off, Xiao Yan moved forward, flying toward the thick fog.
Yet, without realizing it, as he flew, the Origins of the Emperor were quietly converging toward him—at a speed invisible to the naked eye. They penetrated his clothing, slipped into his body, and merged with his Dou Qi and physique.The most ironic part?Xiao Yan, the guy at the center of all this, didn't notice a damn thing. He just kept moving, straight into the endless white fog.
Time became a blur.Xiao Yan eventually stopped, his brows tightly furrowed, his face dark and ugly.
He didn't keep track of exactly how long he'd been walking—could be ten days, could be half a month—but the view hadn't changed one bit. White fog, white fog, and... oh look, more white fog.
He even tried changing directions. Still the same fog.No path. No light. No exit.
Grimacing, Xiao Yan unfolded his Emperor Soul—but still found nothing. Worse yet, when he retracted his soul power, he felt something off... but couldn't put his finger on it.His expression grew even more somber.
After a while, Xiao Yan noticed something chilling:His body felt bloated.At first, he thought it was just an issue adapting to the Emperor's Origin. He sped up, hoping to push through.But—bad idea—the faster he moved, the more swollen he felt.
And then, in a moment of stillness, he saw it.Tiny, dense cracks covered his hands.Looking closer... his entire body was covered in hairline fractures.
Fear gripped Xiao Yan's heart.He was seriously injured—and hadn't even noticed!His body was on the verge of shattering.
Frantic, he tried to mobilize his Dou Qi to stabilize himself.Nothing.His Dou Qi couldn't rise at all.Suppressing his injuries? Forget it.
"Damn it! What the hell's happening?! My body? My Dou Qi?! Why the hell is this happening?! Is there really no one beyond the Dou Di stage? Was everything I sensed all these years just a damn hallucination? Did all those ancient Dou Emperors die here? Then what's the point of becoming a Dou Emperor?!"
Fury exploded out of Xiao Yan.
"I won't accept this! For my teacher! For my father! For Xun'er! For my family and the entire Dou Qi Continent! I endured! I practiced like a madman! I became a Saint through nine transformations! I shattered the Dou Sheng ceiling and became an Emperor! I even crushed Hun Tian! And now what? It's all a joke?! I won't accept it! I won't accept it!!!"
Roaring with all his might, Xiao Yan threw his head back and screamed his unwillingness into the void.
At that moment, Xiao Yan was a bloody mess.Blood gushed from the cracks across his skin, soaking his entire body.His hair was wild, his face flushed, eyes bloodshot, muscles tense.He looked like a demon risen from hell—hideous and terrifying.
Suddenly—His body gave out.Xiao Yan toppled backward, his eyes slowly closing as his soul's power involuntarily dispersed outward.
If anyone saw it, they'd recognize the terrifying truth:This was the beginning of a soul's collapse.
But strangely enough, the soul power didn't vanish—it merged into the Emperor's Origin in a bizarre fusion.
Xiao Yan's body plummeted downward, like a dead meteor.Had there been even a pebble beneath him, he would have been smashed into paste on the spot.
While unconscious, Xiao Yan dreamed.
He dreamt of those three years of humiliation, the mocking of his clan.He dreamt of traveling the continent with his teacher—the dangers, the laughter.He dreamt of the bitter sweetness between him and Xun'er.
But soon—Everything began to disappear.His friends, his family—fading, one by one.
Xiao Yan tried desperately to hold onto them.He failed.
As Xun'er's figure grew fainter, Xiao Yan reached out, trying to grab her—Only to grasp nothing but emptiness.
In the dream, he clenched his fists, roaring at the sky in anguish:
"Ahhh! Xun'er! Heaven is unfair! Heaven is so unfair!!"
Meanwhile, in reality, as his body kept falling, Xiao Yan instinctively stretched out his hand.
This time—Something different happened.
A silver-white ribbon of light was suddenly caught in his palm.
The silver band struggled madly, trying to break free from Xiao Yan's grip.But even in this near-dead state, Xiao Yan's physical strength—honed by countless flames and tempered by endless battles—was monstrous.
No way a tiny wisp of light could break free.
After a while, the silver light gave up, seemingly exhausted.It lay quietly in Xiao Yan's hand, falling with him, into the unknown.
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