The primordial heavenly emperor was dead, his soul scattered to the four corners and his true spirit extinguished. There was only a fragment of his will left and he was a ghost, but he was still the primordial heavenly emperor and an empyrean supreme.
However, a deep fear also budded in his mind. He was afraid of Lu Yun and the Three Brushes of Reincarnation in the young man’s hand.
The three brushes had become one! Lu Yun had attempted the feat many times before, yet always failed. They represented the past, present, and future. When they came together as one, that meant the past, present, and future were combined as one as well.
A strange emotion had taken over Lu Yun’s thoughts. All he wanted to do was to use the bronze brush in his hand to draw a face for the emperor.
The ghost swiftly backed away, regretting his actions. Why had he brought Lu Yun here after sensing the power of reincarnation? He never fathomed that the great weapon of violence from the Mythological Era, the one that numerous empyrean supremes had paid the price of their lives to break, would be in the young man’s hands.
Even more disconcerting was that the weapon became one when Lu Yun wielded it!
“Stabilize your mind and don’t let it control you!” roared the emperor, his voice one could that rouse the deaf as he tried to pull Lu Yun out of his peculiar mental state.
However, an exceedingly sinister smile curved the young man’s lips. “Let it control me? This thing?” He waved the bronze brush around and shook his head. “No, I’m the one controlling it.”
Lu Yun bounded forward and brought the brush up, wanting to draw features on the emperor’s blank face.
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The primordial heavenly emperor backed up with urgency, then punched out at the item in Lu Yun’s hand with a shake of his body.
Hummm!
A golden bridge exploded out of his fist and nearly formed a tangible bridge. It was the golden bridge that’d broken out of the tomb of the empyrean supreme!
Lu Yun remained coolly composed and gestured the brush into a gentle stroke, drawing a dark star into existence.
Bam!
The golden bridge smashed into smithereens when it crashed into the dark star.
Darkstar!
The first technique of Lu Yun’s Divine Fists of Hell!
The bronze brush’s utilization of Darkstar was superior to the primordial heavenly emperor’s combat art!
Lu Yun blinked with astonishment before advancing forward. The dark star was still intact and glowed with a slight hue as it continued careening toward the emperor.
The emperor roared with fury and brandished his fists, summoning nine golden bridges of heaven and earth as nine golden dragons and directing them to the star.
One, two, three…
The nine golden dragons shattered to pieces amid a cacophony of howls and snarls. Their destruction recoiled onto the emperor in the form of blackish-red soul mist rising from his head. However, the dragons accomplished their task and destroyed the incomparably disquieting dark star.
Taking advantage of the breathing space, the primordial heavenly emperor charged forward with his two arms almost resembling dragons. Golden dragons flew through the air and formed a massive bridge in the air. When the structure was complete, it loomed over Lu Yun’s head and threatened to land on the young man.
“The Bridge of Forgetfulness?” The young man’s eyes widened when he saw the bridge of dragons.
This was no longer a golden bridge of heaven and earth—it carried notes of the Bridge of Forgetfulness! It was many times bigger than the one in hell.
The ultimate treasures of the Bridge of Forgetfulness, Yellow Springs Path, Stone of Three Lives, and Gates of the Abyss had returned to hell. But they were all formed from the god of Mount Tai’s ideals and forged out of his hell dao.
While the mountain god was the Disordered Empyrean Supreme’s disciple, he was also under the primordial heavenly emperor’s command to form hell!
From what Lu Yun could tell, the five hells that’d been destroyed before had contained the will of both the primordial heavenly emperor and the Disordered Empyrean Supreme. The mountain god himself was an unparalleled genius, so he’d managed to craft the five hells.
The Bridge of Forgetfulness that the emperor formed through his combat art was the core essence of the bridge in hell. Lu Yun couldn’t subdue this one—it would suppress hell dao instead.
Regardless, the young man remained coolly composed. He drew an enormous black dragon into existence. It carried a dark star in its fore claws and slammed into the golden bridge.
Booooom.
A mushroom cloud rose in the void and shockwaves traveled in all directions. The primordial heavenly emperor shuffled backward, but Lu Yun matched him forward step-by-step with the bronze brush in hand.
“Your Heavenly Majesty, you wanted me to stop suppressing my desires. Why are you giving me trouble for it now?” Lu Yun bared his teeth in a savage leer while the brush sparkled with black radiance. His voice grew hollow, losing its normal timbre.
Wisps of black smoke rose out of the emperor’s smooth face—a sign that he’d exhausted too much of his ghostly spirit. Trembling, grief percolated through his emotions.
He’d once ruled heaven and earth, charging in and out seven times from the land of darkness. No one had been able to curtail him and he’d broken ground for an undying heavenly court with his bare fists.
But now, Lu Yun and the demonic brush from the Mythological Era was forcing him into dire straits.
“Lu Yun!” he shouted. “I’ve heard Yun Yi mention you and know that you’re in the good graces of the mistress. You shouldn’t be under the sway of this demonic brush!”
“Under the sway of the demonic brush?” Lu Yun shook his head. “I’m just releasing the inner desires of my heart to draw a face for Your Majesty.”
He arrived in front of the primordial heavenly emperor with a black dragon coiled over his head. The image of a black dragon clutching a dark star was the second technique of the Divine Fists of Hell.
This move combined Lu Yun’s past sword dao and the meaning behind the bridge of heaven and earth beneath his feet. It would normally be impossible for him to peer into the secrets of the bridge, but the emperor had just personally deployed the combat art and fully displayed its operations to him.
Despite the strangeness happening, Lu Yun was still him.
The combination of the three brushes fully deployed the strength of the Tome of Life and Death and turned him into an existence he didn’t understand himself. There was nothing about the emperor’s combat arts that he didn’t comprehend.
Thus, he discarded the dross and kept the essence, thereby deriving the second technique of his Divine Fists of Hell.
Black Dragon Clutches A Star.
The last time the treasure exploded with power like this, it’d helped Lu Yun ascend beyond his original life form when he entered the fourth realm. He’d progressed by leaps and bounds after that and become a Nihil World Sovereign.
He ultimately relinquished that cultivation realm to reach it again through his own efforts.
With the combined brushes and direction from the Tome of Life and Death, unbounded power of reincarnation from the treasure spilled forth again and made him an incredible existence. Even empyrean supremes were no match for him in his current state.
He knew full well, however, that this was only temporary. Once he finished drawing a face on the primordial heavenly emperor’s face, the brush’s power would recede and he’d return to being a high supreme.
