Chapter 1895 The Beginning of the Slaughter

• The great sun shattered. The ancient tree exploded. That was the Evil Lord’s strike. The figure of the Fusang Dao Master within the sun scattered with it, blown to dust across heaven and earth? Far away… “Huh?” Eyes that pierced like a divine rainbow flickered with doubt. The Fusang Dao Master got killed in one hit. Possible? No way. Which meant only one thing: the Fusang Dao Master wasn’t in Fusang Valley at all. “But…” Doubt pooled in those rainbow-bright eyes. “Where did he go?” Masters like them almost never leave their turf. Take the Corpse King—since he resurrected from death in the Ruins, he hasn’t stepped out once. Wandering the Chaos, aside from the Eighth Land’s Yi Tian Dao Master, who gambles against heaven and earth, none of them leave their lairs. Unless something’s up. And even then, with a Ninth Rank identity, they don’t sneak off in secret. The Fusang Dao Master was clearly absent from Fusang Valley, yet left a fake shell behind. Why? The rainbow gaze deepened with confusion. At the same time— As the Evil Lord shattered the sun and the ancient Fusang tree— The Ninth Rank crushing the Mountain Lord suddenly shuddered. He felt the death of a clone. “Ha.” The Mountain Lord clearly sensed the wobble in his opponent’s aura. He laughed hard. “I know who you are now—Fusang, ha… You’re Fusang of the Sixth Land. You scum actually burrowed this deep into our Lower Ten Lands.” With a Ninth Rank’s insight, the tiniest leak of aura gives you away. He pegged the Fusang Dao Master’s identity. Slash. Black light crisscrossed, raking the Mountain Lord and tearing open rolling wounds. The Mountain Lord wore a stone-ox body; the falling stone peeled like flesh, carrying the residual hum of the Dao and thin threads of blood. “Ha.” He kept laughing, covered in wounds, cracked like shattered glass. He didn’t care. Cuts were nothing. As long as it wasn’t Dao damage, he didn’t give a damn. “Fusang.” His voice boomed like muffled thunder. “Didn’t think you were trash from the Upper Nine Heavens too. At a time like this, still hiding? Come on, show your true body. Let me see how a Great Sun cultivator pulls off the Dark Path—ha…” The Fusang Dao Master cultivated the Great Sun sweeping across the sky. When the sun rises, demons bow. He didn’t walk the Two Poles. He drilled straight into the Great Sun alone and pushed it to the limit. Yet here he was, a Great Sun powerhouse, wielding the exact opposite—darkness. What a joke. A cosmic joke. “Fusang.” When the other side stayed silent, the Mountain Lord pressed harder, voice rolling like a tide. “Still stalling? Your lair’s getting gutted…” Yeah, he’d guessed it. A Ninth Rank supreme, still winning the fight—how would he show a flaw? To reach Ninth Rank, you sense things before they happen. The Mountain Lord was right. Fusang’s nest had to be on fire. Otherwise this wouldn’t happen. Across from him—the Fusang Dao Master, who’d been hiding his aura perfectly, let out a helpless sigh. “Ah.” Heavy with unwillingness. How could he be willing? He’d lurked in the Lower Ten Lands for countless ages, and right before the million tribulations, he got exposed. Bitter as hell. But here they were—no way out. Hum. The dark aura sloughed off like a molting silkworm. A clear, empty sun bloomed in the Chaos, its vast breath like the first strand of divine light at the dawn of the world. The blazing sun rose, shining over the azure of all ages. Ninth Rank Dao. Ninth Rank Sun. One sun alone pressed the Chaos into collapse. He showed his true form. “What a loser.” The familiar face appeared in everyone’s sights—a breathtakingly handsome man. His sigh rolled out. “Years of lurking, blown in a day.” Helpless. His gaze fell on the Dark Lord. That “loser” was meant for him. The Dark Lord: “…” Brutal words, but true. If not for the Dark Lord blowing their cover, once the million tribulations hit, they’d have been the biggest winners. Years of lurking were for one thing: harvest. In the eyes of the Upper Nine Heaven elites, the Lower Ten Lands are a gold mine—their source of harvest. All of it would be cleanly reaped the day the million tribulations arrive. When they returned to the Upper Nine Heavens, they’d soar—status jumping by a whole tier. Shame… it all went up in smoke. “Cut the crap,” the Dark Lord said, face ugly. “Kill. Refine the Seventh Land completely. We can make up some losses.” At that, both the Cloud Sea and the Mountain Lord went pale. The Dark Lord meant to refine the Seventh Land whole. “Damn,” Damon King muttered in the dark. “That’s ruthless—refining a whole land.” That was a massive move. “Hmph.” The Dragon King snorted. “He wishes.” The Dark Lord had plans—but others didn’t agree. Then Damon spoke up. “Get ready.” “Heh.” Old Devil Chu had been itching forever. Not just him—Immortal Emperor and the others were dying to jump in. They couldn’t join the main battlefield, but they wanted a piece of the Emperor realm fights. That was their playground. In that instant— “Move. Kill the other mystery man!” Damon shouted. The Dark Lord and Fusang weren’t their targets. The other one was. The Cloud Sea Dao Master was strong, fighting his foe to a draw. Boom. A boundless sea of swords surged. Sword intent crashed like surf and, with a thunderous boom, covered the sky and earth. One sword, splitting heaven. A colossal sword glow lit the world, locking on the Cloud Sea Dao Master’s opponent. “Ha!” Cloud Sea laughed loud. He’d been waiting for this moment. He’d known about Damon and the others all along. The Dark Lord knew too—but he didn’t know the Death Shade Dao Master’s fight had ended. So… The Cloud Sea Dao Master veiled the threads of fate at once. Clouds and mist gathered, wrapping their foe. The sword glow, unmatched, cleaved straight into the fog sea. “Huh?” The blazing killing intent made the mysterious powerhouse tense. He sneered. “A measly Eighth Rank—” Crack. He never finished. The surging sword light sheared open the Dark Path seal. “Pfft.” Blood surged. The mysterious powerhouse got cut in half in one stroke. The sword was too sharp—no stopping it. “How is that possible?” he gasped, horrified, staggering back fast. “Auurrr!” A dragon’s roar ripped open heaven and earth. A golden dragon arched across the vault of the sky, its massive body filling the world. The roar shook the Chaos and rattled the mysterious powerhouse’s Dao power, breaking his rhythm. “Kill.” The Dragon King struck. The fifth claw on his belly tore down like a scythe. The murderous force blew the mysterious man’s body apart. His Dao began to quake. “Scatter the threads of fate.” The Cloud Sea Dao Master made his move.