Light, it seemed, was naturally on the side of justice.
At least, that was how it felt.
Light, sanctity, righteousness.
"Light."
The Yin-Yang Dao Master sneered, "You hypocrite, you're worse than a scoundrel."
His disdain was justified.
From beginning to end, he had never thought highly of this man.
"Alas."
The Lord of Light still sighed.
His expression, once unperturbed by joy or sorrow, could no longer be concealed.
He spoke with a voice of profound compassion, "Enough, enough. Since it is so, I shall grant you a path of light. The impure need purification."
Boom.
The power of light erupted.
The gentle power of light spread forward, seeking to purify all impurity.
This was the Dao of the Lord of Light: purification.
All who did not heed the light were impure.
Yin, Yang, the Five Elements, all within sight began to dissolve.
Purification.
"Form the array."
The Yin-Yang Dao Master's face grew grim.
A ninth-tier Great Dao was too powerful.
The Lord of Light had always been the Yin-Yang Dao Master's hypothetical adversary.
The scene unfolding before them was something the Southern Emperors had practiced countless times.
"Yes."
The Five Elements Thunder Emperor gathered, and the powerful formed the foundation of the grand array.
Hum.
Each person produced a Dharma disk.
The disks exuded a deep, dark aura, raising a black light screen that repelled all purifying power.
"Nether Sea Stone."
The Lord of Light remained calm, "Such a lavish expenditure. You managed to find Nether Sea Stones, which specifically counter the power of light, and so many of them. Ping Xi, you have truly spared no expense to deal with me."
As the supreme expert of the path of light, the Lord of Light naturally knew what could counter him.
Nether Sea Stone was one such thing.
This item was exceedingly rare even in the chaos, a treasure for those who practiced the dark path.
He never expected Ping Xi to possess so many Nether Sea Stones.
"Hmph."
Ping Xi sneered, "Would Nether Sea Stones alone be worthy of your ninth-tier status?"
Clang.
Ping Xi drew a long saber.
Yin-Yang power converged into the saber, its aura surging, transforming into an boundless dark curtain that repelled the power of light.
"A ninth-tier Emperor Weapon."
The Lord of Light marveled, "And the Emperor Weapon of a ninth-tier Dark Emperor. Ping Xi, this Emperor Weapon does not belong to the Tenth Earth, does it?"
The Tenth Earth had only two acknowledged ninth-tier existences:
The Lord of Light and the vanished Lord of Thunder.
"Kill."
The Yin-Yang Dao Master had no desire for further conversation.
The black saber unleashed a curtain of darkness, tearing through the light.
Hiss.
The Lord of Light did not evade.
He lightly tapped with a finger...
Ding.
The black saber was stopped by a single finger.
Behind him...
Boom.
The grand array rose from the earth.
The dark array descended, suppressing the Lord of Light.
This time, the Lord of Light finally frowned.
His power was being suppressed.
"Kill."
Ping Xi, wielding the black saber, struck ferociously.
There were no flashy moves, only furious slashes, one after another, fueled by an ocean of Great Dao power, forcing the Lord of Light to retreat.
The battle seemed to be leaning towards the Yin-Yang Dao Master.
However... the Yin-Yang Dao Master knew better than anyone that these alone would not be enough to defeat the Lord of Light.
Support was needed, support from the East.
...
Meanwhile, in the East.
The battlefield that the Yin-Yang Dao Master considered his hope was in continuous retreat.
Bang.
Chen Fan was sent flying.
Now, only Old Demon Chu remained by his side.
Even the Sky-Piercing Rat had been slain.
The Dragon King and the Sword Master had gathered together, and the total number of Emperors in the East was now only these four.
"Roar."
Despite the Dragon King's unwilling roars and charges, the outcome seemed predetermined.
There were too many enemies.
The Magic Butterfly was also being held back, surrounded and relentlessly attacked by dozens of Emperors.
"I am not reconciled!"
The Dragon King continuously agitated his Chaotic True Spirit, but it was in vain.
The Sword Master's Chaotic Sword had long since shattered.
The sword was too heavy; he could no longer lift it.
"Boom."
With a final roar, Old Demon Chu's body also disintegrated.
"City Lord, I'll go first."
Old Demon Chu roared, "Explode for me!"
At the last moment, he detonated all his demonic energy, focusing his attack on an unsuspecting eighth-tier Emperor, blowing them into severe injury.
Clang.
The Ama-no-Shura Sword struck.
One sword, cutting down an eighth-tier.
This scene startled the enemy, their movements pausing instinctively for a moment.
Victory was within reach; no one wanted to be killed at this juncture.
"Phew, phew, phew."
The Sword Master gasped for air, "City Lord Chen, do you still have trump cards?"
The Dragon King also turned to look.
Both of them were at their limit, with no trump cards left.
Instinctively, they placed their last hope on Chen Fan.
This young man, who had risen from obscurity and reached this point, had created too many miracles.
"Yes."
Chen Fan spoke.
This sent joy through the two.
Did he really still have trump cards?
He had asked casually, not expecting the other party to still have any, but to his surprise, he received an affirmative answer.
"Hoo."
Chen Fan took a deep breath, "However, I cannot guarantee the outcome."
"Hmm?"
The two were puzzled.
In Chen Fan's hand, a seed appeared.
It was the seed that the Sky-Piercing Rat had thrown to him before the battle began.
"This is..." the two were confused.
What use was a single seed?
Chen Fan said, "I intend to plant this seed and absorb all the energy from this place. I cannot guarantee the outcome. Perhaps nothing will happen, or perhaps... it will drag the entire East down with it as a sacrifice."
"Heh."
The Dragon King grinned, "What time is it? We're going to die anyway, so let's do it. Life or death, we have to gamble."
Chen Fan: "..."
In reality, he could leave.
As long as he could escape safely, he could return to resurrect all those who had died.
However... there was one thing he could not guarantee.
If he left, the Lord of Light and the Yin-Yang Dao Master would undoubtedly come to sweep through.
He didn't fully understand the methods of ninth-tier beings.
If all the dispersed True Spirits of the fallen were completely purified, he would have no way to revive them.
With this thought, Chen Fan said, "I can try. If it fails, I will leave and find a way to resurrect you all and fight again."
"Here, we need to take a gamble. I am not familiar with ninth-tier methods. If your scattered spirits are all annihilated, then you will have no way to be resurrected."
"Heh."
The Dragon King grinned, "Die or live, we face it head-on. Let's go!"
His ambition was to lead the Chaos Race to rise.
Even a sliver of hope, he would not abandon.
The Sword Master also said, "Come on, let's gamble."
As for the Chaotic Magic Butterfly fighting valiantly in the distance, the three had no intention of asking for her opinion.
She was too far away.
There was no hope of victory for the Chaotic Magic Butterfly.
Now, all their hopes were pinned on this seed.
"Good."
Chen Fan nodded.
With a sweep of his hand, he grabbed the body of the Emperor that had just been slain and brought it over.
He embedded the seed into the corpse.
Hum.
A hazy halo spread out.
The body of the eighth-tier Emperor withered at a visible rate.
And the seed, which had already sprouted, began to grow its branches and leaves.
The seed was growing.
Using the Emperor's corpse as sustenance, it nourished this mysterious seed.