Only at the Mahayana Stage Does the Reversal System Appear - Chapter 672

Chapter 670 I Gave You a Chance

From the beginning, the First Emperor knew that Bahuang was not a good person.

Ganhuang Lord and others pretended to be in a hurry to check the situation, but the First Emperor felt otherwise.

He deliberately suppressed Ganhuang Lord to see how Bahuang would react.

Sure enough, the others took out their weapons, cleanly and neatly, as if they had prepared them long ago.

The First Emperor guessed that Bahuang had deliberately hit Jiuzhou, but he did not ask Bahuang to confess directly.

Not knowing how powerful he was and not intending to offend him, he would not pursue responsibility.

But if he showed his divine power and Bahuang still did not confess, it would be too ungrateful.

Therefore, the First Emperor gave Bahuang a chance to admit his mistakes and submit.

As a result, Bahuang not only did not confess, but also pretended to submit, hiding murderous intentions.

He should be executed.

“Two Earthly Immortals, one Half-Step Celestial Immortal, and three beastly Celestial Immortals—how dare such a force to oppose me? They truly look down on me.”

“Seeing I refuse to kneel, yet you still seek resistance? You are truly foolish.”

The First Emperor rose to his feet, his domineering aura radiating. The chains forged from immortal gold proved useless, and he easily broke free.

“The Yin-Yang Immortals, the Supreme Immortal Baoyi, and the three Supreme Envoys Wu Han, Xiang Liu, and Ying Zhao are here. I wonder how long you can continue your arrogance!” The Ganhuang Lord’s face was grim, a sense of unease welling within him.

He spoke loudly to dispel this unease.

To ensure absolute safety, Bahuang reported the matter to Immortal Lord Luwu, who dispatched three Celestial Immortals to assist Bahuang.

“You, such a ragtag bunch, dare to tamper with me!” The First Emperor unleashed his Mahayana aura. The Ganhuang Lord’s palace, unable to withstand the pressure, exploded, and countless stars were pierced by fragments.

“Three Talents Formation!” the Supreme Immortal Baoyi shouted, and the Yin-Yang Immortals positioned themselves to form the Three Talents formation with him.

One hundred fusion-stage cultivators and eight wasteland lords formed a formation, channeling their power to the three immortals, pushing their power to new heights.

Armed with immortal weapons, the three immortals struck the First Emperor.

“Kill!”

“How arrogant, you mortal from the lower realm!” Wu Han revealed his true form, his skin covered in Wu clan totems. His blood boiled, and his heart pounded in his chest, powerful as a drum.

“Wu Han, you people of Jiuzhou are as ignorant as ever.” Nine giant snakes tore through space, descending from the void into the Eight Wastelands.

When all nine snakes squeezed into the Eight Wastelands, their tails connected, becoming one, the Nine-Headed Xiangliu.

A green poisonous mist emanated from Xiangliu’s body. Xiangliu’s poison techniques had reached the pinnacle, the highest among the celestial immortals, and few would stand against him.

“Why are you saying so much? Capture this man first.” Ying Zhao was filled with resentment. To even attempt an assassination on a person from the lower realm was a humiliation.

The First Emperor’s punch shattered space, shattering it like glass. He grasped the largest fragment of space between his fingers, using it as a weapon. With a flick of his wrist, he slashed at the Three Immortals of the Eight Desolations, severing them in half. Their immortal weapons, unable to withstand such might, crumbled and shattered to the ground.

The First Emperor faced Wu Han, striking him again through the chest. In his hand, he held Wu Han’s living, beating heart.

Snap—

the heart exploded, spilling Wu Clan blood across the universe. A desolate lord, upon encountering a few drops of blood and attempting to absorb its energy, was shattered in half. When he recovered, it wasn’t his own form, but Wu Han’s.

Xiang Liu had nine heads, nine lives. The First Emperor pinned Xiang Liu down, using his fingers as knives, slashing from his neck to his tail.

Repeating this nine times, the First Emperor retrieved Xiang Liu’s complete skeleton.

Xiang Liu’s poisonous mist and venom fell on the First Emperor, but failed to dissolve even a single hair.

Xiang Liu, using his bones as his foundation, flesh grew from his skeleton, resurrected and reborn.

The First Emperor used his spiritual energy to instantly transform Xiangliu’s body into a zombie, forcing the zombie Xiangliu to engage in combat.

The zombie Xiangliu showed no fear of injury or death, maintaining the same fighting spirit as in life. He beat Xiangliu to the point of suffering, draining away each life.

Yingzhao was a nine-tailed immortal tiger, and the First Emperor used his tiger-subduing technique to subdue Yingzhao, pulling out his tendons and peeling off his skin. Yingzhao roared in agony, his lungs ripping apart.

“Although you’re an incompetent beast, you possess a fine hide. I’ll take this hide and use it as a cushion.”

The First Emperor was dissatisfied with the throne, feeling its material wasn’t worthy of his status. While Yingzhao’s hide wasn’t a good match, it was better than nothing. He’d use it for now and replace it with something better. After

dealing with the immortals who had offended the Heavenly Power, the First Emperor turned his attention to these blind individuals in the Fusion Stage and the Wasteland Lords.

He glared, his eyes brimming with boundless divine power. Hundreds of Fusion Stage cultivators and eight Wasteland Lords vomited blood, their internal organs transforming into a thick, incurable mass.

Weaker Fusion Stage cultivators perished instantly!

“My eyes!” a Fusion Stage cultivator cried out. He exchanged glances with the First Emperor, and for offending his majesty, his eyes vanished, leaving behind only dark sockets.

“If you’re willing to see me, then I’ll let you see as much as you can.”

The First Emperor’s shadow appeared within the man’s spirit altar. He could see nothing but the First Emperor.

Facing the First Emperor, he could only kneel. With a thud, the man knelt on the ground. If the First Emperor’s shadow within his spirit altar didn’t vanish, he would remain kneeling until his death.

“If you’re willing to form a team and form a formation, then I’ll grant your wish.”

The First Emperor extended his vast, heaven-shattering hand, his voice booming as it sealed off space, preventing the people of the Eight Wastelands from escaping.

Those in the Fusion Stage found their bodies dissolving, bone, flesh, and blood flowing like liquid. Their bodies fused, the liquid solidified, and they no longer separated, forming a massive sphere.

Countless heads, legs, and feet jutted out from the sphere, a terrifying sight.

Even more terrifying was the fact that they were still alive, conscious, and able to connect with the consciousness of others.

The mingling of countless minds made it impossible for them to determine which one was truly their own.

The more panicked they became, the more confused their minds became, and they neared collapse, wishing for death.

Even death was impossible for them; only through complete unity of consciousness could they control their bodies and commit suicide.

The head, hands, and feet outside the fleshy ball moved erratically, speaking incomprehensible words, distorted to the extreme.

Cold sweat drenched the backs of the eight Wasteland Lords. The First Emperor’s methods were mysterious and elusive, beyond common sense. To oppose the First Emperor, death was a luxury.

The eight Wasteland Lords tried to flee the battlefield, but the First Emperor made a feint and pulled them back.

“I gave you a chance, but unfortunately you didn’t cherish it. Betray me, and you will bear the corresponding price.”

One of the Wasteland Lords was graceful and a rare beauty. She begged to be a slave and servant to the First Emperor.

“Taking yang to replenish yin, the body is beautiful, but the heart is ugly, disgusting.”

The First Emperor sealed this Wasteland Lord’s cultivation and body, making her no different from a mortal, and then threw her into the slums of a certain planet.

The poor had never seen such a beauty before, and their eyes lit up as they pounced on her.

At the time, a severe drought had resulted in a total crop failure, leaving the poor without food. The imperial court, preoccupied with providing for the immortal cultivators, left the people to fend for themselves. With no other options,

they resorted to exchanging their children for food. Then, by chance, a Wasteland Lord appeared. After the poor had used her, they chopped off her hands and feet for cooking.

Unexpectedly,

the Wasteland Lord’s hands and feet grew back. She looked at the poor with horror, unsure whether their eyes reflected greed or lust. The First Emperor then tore away the soul of another Wasteland Lord, forcing him to possess a mule for a lifetime of toil. After the mule’s death, he continued to possess other animals, endlessly reborn.

Unlike the animals, who lacked intelligence, this Wasteland Lord was conscious and unable to resist.

During the Tribulation Crossing stage, a drop of blood allowed rebirth. The First Emperor blasted a Wasteland Lord, leaving only a single drop of blood, which he then fed to another Wasteland Lord.

One Wasteland Lord resurrected, while the other exploded.

The First Emperor then beat another Wasteland Lord until only a drop of blood remained, feeding it to the newly revived Wasteland Lord.

Another Wasteland Lord revived, and one exploded.

The First Emperor cast a spell, controlling the bodies of both, and they would repeat this action until they died of exhaustion.

(End of this chapter)