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More and more spiritual energy and the light started to enter the Life and Death Samsara. The whirlpool that it formed started to turn toward its center.

The light at the center of the whirlpool was still dark. However, it brimmed with power and became more and more mysterious and vast.

Where the light touched, all living things stopped still instantly. It was as if they had fallen into the eternity of death.

Inside, one could feel a strong life energy inside. Together, they formed an eternal cycle of life and death, which rotated endlessly. Its energy was indescribably mysterious.

The power within was completely unlike the Emperor of the Dead’s Life and Death Nether Dao Fruit. It was also different from the power of his Life and Death Book.

It was bigger and stronger. It seemed more complete.

When Shi Tianhao saw that, he smiled. He opened his palm and at the center of his palm, the runes that were carved on it just now started to light up.

He reached out with his hand as he aimed the rune at the black-and-white whirlpool. Then, a ray of light flew out from the rune into the center of the whirlpool.

The entire Life and Death Samsara trembled at this moment. Then, the light from the whirlpool became heavier. It started to slowly rise into the air as if it had been tied to the rune on Shi Tianhao’s palm.

Then, the black-and-white whirlpool started to shrink. Finally, it became covered by a dark light as if it was surrounded by clouds. Nothing could be seen.

From the dark light, a huge shadow appeared suddenly.

The light dissipated and revealed a huge city. While it was not as big as the City in the Sky, it brimmed with much more power and compared to the City in the Sky, it was even more majestic, powerful and mysterious.

It was a city that was impossible to properly describe. Its rocks were neither black nor white and it looked as if it was formed from a mountain peak.

The city looked like a world and underneath the mountain, there was a dusky yellow river. It surrounded the city and its waves churned. However, it was also completely silent. This was the Wangchuan River.

The river flowed into the city and through it. In the city, there was a green-and-black bridge that crossed the river.

On top of the city wall, there was a gate. Likewise, it connected the inside and the outside of the city. However, two different worlds existed inside and outside the gate.

Outside the gate, there was a huge black pavilion. It was vast and majestic, brimming with a powerful aura. Everyone who approached it could not resist the urge to submit to it.

Shi Tianhao smiled and jumped down from the City in the Sky. He landed before this silent and deathly city and stepped into the black pavilion. Then, he pushed open the door.

When he entered the pavilion, he saw two people inside, facing each other. One of them was a young man with long white hair and an icy-cold expression on his face. This was Wang Lin!

The person opposite Wang Lin was the Emperor of the Dead.

The Emperor of the Dead had a complex gaze on his face. He surveyed Wang Lin silently.

Wang Lin held an ancient book in his hands. This was the Emperor of the Dead’s Life and Death Book.

The Life and Death Book, which had been torn up, now looked perfect and undamaged.

However, when Shi Tianhao cast his gaze over it, he knew that the Life and Death Book was not the same as before anymore. It was no longer the Destiny-level magic treasure of yore, but instead a manifestation of its spiritual power.

Wang Lin turned to look at Shi Tianhao and said with a smile, “I’m back.”

Shi Tianhao went to his side and gently punched Wang Lin’s shoulder. He smiled and said, “That’s faster than I thought.”

When he heard that, the Emperor of the Dead’s gaze turned even odder and he shook his head and said, “He killed all of his forms in his previous and future lives. All that’s left is him. Without any attachment, he can kill anyone he sees. Naturally, his speed is faster.”

When Shi Tianhao heard that, he was stunned. Then, he looked at Wang Lin and laughed, “This is totally your style, Third Senior.”

Wang Lin laughed and shook his head. His gaze went back to the Emperor of the Dead as he said calmly, “It’s curtains for you.”

He lifted his palm and the ancient book in his hand started to shine with light. The light shone through the ceiling of the pavilion and rushed straight into the sky. Then, it started to dissipate. As the light came down, it was able to illuminate the entire city.

This city started to tremble as its energy went into an overdrive.

The aura from it crisscrossed in mid-air. Then, it took the shape of the Life and Death Samsara.

A thousand worlds appeared to be affected by it and were attracted inside. Only this city, which stood between life and death, did not move.

On a stone tablet on the city, two huge words slowly appeared. They appeared to be carved in space, carved between the heaven and earth, and carved in the samsara.

“Fengdou!”

In the Spirit Sea, countless rays of light started to shine together. Black and white streams of light interlocked around the city.

A powerful energy from the world stirred from inside and expanded outward, revealing the path of life and death.

In the sky, the Great Heavenly Wheel spun slower and slower. The light around it became more and more intense, matching that of Fengdou as it sensed the birth of a new compatriot!

In the pavilion inside Fengdou, as the book disappeared from Wang Lin’s hand, Fengdou slowly stabilized and the body of the Emperor of the Dead started to fade away.

At this moment, his expression became calm.

He tried to break out by entering the samsara but he still failed. The white-haired youth before him dared to forgo a safe future to battle against him. This battle was worth it.

The Emperor of the Dead looked at Wang Lin and said, “I once mastered the samsara and determined the fate of life and death. Today, as I leave, I have many regrets. But there’s no point talking about them now.”

He regretted that while he had ascended the throne of the human emperors, he was still unable to truly rule over the entire world.

He regretted that the most powerful treasure in the Grand Celestial World, the Supreme Heavenly Mirror, never once belonged to him, even though he was only a mere step away from seizing it.

He regretted that his carefully-planned out resurrection, which he had designed in the Antiquity Age, did not guarantee him his role as a central player today.

He regretted that while he was able to defeat many powerful cultivators of the Antiquity Age, such as Yan Xinghe, Xia Fangyu, the Blood River Priest, he ultimately fell at the hand of someone more junior than him…

His death in the Life and Death Samsara meant that he had to give up this spot to the person who killed him.

The Emperor of the Dead would never believe that the death was worth it.

To him, only victory, only the killing of his enemies and his own survival were satisfactory results. As a loser, as someone who became a stepping stone for others, he was filled with immense regret.

However, since the situation had become as such, he would not be hysterical. Right now, he was calm as he looked quietly at Wang Lin.

He looked at Fengdou, which was around him, and said, “The path you take is the same as mine. I hope you can walk on it longer than me.”

“However, I wonder how many people can tolerate you walking down this path.”

Wang Lin said plainly, “What’s the point in saying all these?”

The Emperor of the Dead sighed and laughed, “Shame, shame, I can’t see the end result.”

As he laughed, his body disappeared into dust as if he had never existed.

One of the most powerful emperors of man who had left an indelible mark on the history of the Antiquity Age, the Xuan Dou Holy Man, otherwise known as the Emperor of the Dead perished today in the samsara. With his rebirth, he was able to experience the battle of the Netherworld Sea and the War of the Two Worlds. He also caused the Supreme Heavenly Mirror to change masters.

Yet, despite his mastery over the samsara, it was ironic that he died inside it. With this, his life finally ended as he perished in the Spirit Sea.

As he watched the Emperor of the Dead die, Wang Lin and Shi Tianhao said nothing. Today, they had ended a legendary tale.

At that moment, they felt the Spirit Sea trembling.

The two of them exchanged a look and left Fengdou. They looked into the distance and noticed that the independent grey world shook non-stop.

Wang Lin and Shi Tianhao’s eyes lit up as they said in unison, “The tear of the Death Sea, where master is.”

At this moment, the Spirit Sea trembled extremely violently as rays of light started to shatter in the sky.

The Spirit Sea started to distort. From outside, it looked calm and normal. However, it continually twisted and turned inside as if it was a piece of paper someone was crumpling.

Everyone inside felt that they may be expelled from it, or face the powerful wrath of the Spirit Sea.

The Greater World, which was closely connected to the Spirit Sea could also sense the massive change in it.

On the Barren Expanses, Xuan Li looked at the sky where rays of light started to appear. Her gaze did not leave even for a moment. Next to her, Luo Qingwu and Zhou Yuncong, as well as the other disciples from the Celestial Sect, all lifted their heads to look at what was going on.

In the Divine Lands, on top of Mount Baiyun, Kuang Heng and the rest too sat cross-legged as they looked at the sky.

They could sense that the path of the Heavenly Born Daoist had been blocked by the Celestial Sect of Wonders. At this moment, they had no intention of going after him. All they focused on was the change in the Spirit Sea.

The odd occurrence in the heaven and earth was sensed by Luo Qingwu, Chu Yang, Tang Jun and the rest. However, they were not distracted by it as they continued their attack against the Heavenly Born Daoist.

The Heavenly Born Daoist’s expression turned serious. He continued to fight with the Nine Heavens Sword, the Crucible of the Divine Lands and the Nine Suns Glorious Pearl.

He suddenly felt panic in his heart and he saw the sky slowly opening up. It was not from the Spirit Sea but instead, from somewhere else.

Countless calamities emerged and a handsome youth stepped out.

When he saw the youth, the Heavenly Born Daoist sighed softly as his heart sank.