pjbooks Chapter 143 The Final Battle
Chapter 143 The Final Battle
There is one person standing on each of the ninety-third to ninety-ninth floors.
The ninety-third floor belonged to the Primordial Immortal Emperor. He wore a long cyan robe, stood with his hands behind his back, and a smile of satisfaction graced his gentle, jade-like face. He looked at Jiang Chen and said only one sentence: "The Azure Cloud Sect has an heir." Then he turned into specks of light and dissipated.
The ninety-fourth floor was occupied by the Burning Heaven Immortal Emperor. He wore a dark red robe, and his rugged face bore a wild smile. He looked at Jiang Chen and said only one sentence: "Burn for me." Then he turned into specks of light and dissipated.
The ninety-fifth floor was occupied by the Ice Profound Immortal Emperor. He wore an ice-blue robe, and a relieved smile graced his aloof face. He looked at Jiang Chen and uttered only one sentence: "Take them home." Then he transformed into specks of light and dissipated.
From the ninety-sixth to the ninety-eighth floor stood the enemies Jiang Chen had slain in the cultivation world. There were ancient dragons and elephants, ancient demon gods, and the remnant souls of immortal emperors he had killed in the war between immortals and demons. They stood in the gray-white void, watching Jiang Chen, some with anger, some with fear, some with calm, and some with resentment. But Jiang Chen did not stop as he walked past them. His steps were steady, each step landing firmly on the void, producing a deep, drum-like sound. His expression was calm, but his right hand gripping his sword was tighter than usual.
The ninety-ninth floor was completely empty.
Jiang Chen stood in the void of the ninety-ninth level, the Primordial Sword hovering beside him, six stars slowly rotating on its hilt. His gaze swept across the entire void, searching for the deepest fear hidden within the crack in his own Dao heart, a manifestation of the Law of the Watcher of Kahn. But he found nothing.
Then, he heard a voice.
It emanated from the depths of the six-colored flame pattern on the palm of his right hand. It was the resonance of the Immortal Emperor Dao Fruit, which had been dormant for 30,000 years within the Primordial Sword, as it sensed that he was about to step into the hundredth level and face Kahn.
"Jiang Chen." Six voices overlapped, some gentle like the Primordial One, some rugged like the Burning Heaven One, some cold like the Ice Profound One, and some voices of three other Immortal Emperors he had never met and whose names he did not know, but who had also sacrificed their lives to seal the Demon Ancestor thirty thousand years ago. "Your greatest fear is not loss, not betrayal, not being strong enough. Your greatest fear is loneliness."
Jiang Chen's pupils contracted slightly.
"A thousand years ago, you stepped into the world of cultivation from a small town in Jiangnan, all alone, without family or friends, with only an iron sword. A thousand years later, you shattered the void and ascended to the pinnacle of the Immortal Emperor, still with only a sword by your side. What you fear is not death, but that when you die, no one will remember you."
"You're wrong." Jiang Chen spoke, his voice soft yet exceptionally firm. "Some people remember me. Wang Kai remembers me, Shen Qingxue remembers me, Bing Li and Xuan Ming remember me, the 1,100 students of Qingyun Academy remember me. My parents remember me. My master remembers me. Su Wanniang remembers me. Ancestor Taichu, Ancestor Fentian, Ancestor Bingxuan—you all remember me."
Humanity's final battle has begun.