Chapter 437: The Players of the Fourth Calamity (Seventeen)

"I knew it."
Su Chen was certain.
The Lord of the War God Palace was the War Lord he would see in the future.
Before his eyes, countless battles raged.
Countless drops of blood flowed.
This was the prelude to a grand war.
Although the War God Palace possessed profound resources,
the Fourth Calamity, with its advantage of infinite resurrection, clearly held the upper hand.
In this moment of crisis, peerless figures flew out from the War God Palace in the Heavenly Pillar, traversing endless space and arriving on the battlefield.
Su Chen nodded slightly. Golden portals opened one after another in the Fourth Calamity, holy light enveloping the battlefield. One after another, peerless powerhouses began their battle, each a powerhouse among emperors, the culmination of countless eras.
This battle spanned countless years.
Blood and energy polluted cause and effect; here, there was no cause and effect, only life and death.
The void shattered, and even time seemed to cease to exist.
Su Chen's figure vanished from the spot.
At this moment, the majestic figure atop the celestial pillar, seeing this, laughed loudly and then vanished.
The two stood in the center of the battlefield.
Everything stopped.
Whether it was the players from the War God Palace or the Fourth Calamity, they all stopped fighting and held their breath.
A tremendous terror emanated from within, like a person who couldn't dive drowning in the deep sea.
That suffocating feeling swept over them.
Su Chen spoke: "This realm is the Dao Field."
Su Chen and the War Lord were enveloped in a small world. This world was picturesque, yet incredibly small; even an ordinary saint could easily destroy it.
The War Lord looked at Su Chen in surprise, then exclaimed with delight, "Just what I wanted!"
"Between you and me, this world is beyond our reach."
How could such a small area withstand the clash of two powerful beings capable of destroying vast worlds with a mere gesture?
Su Chen smiled slightly.
This was not a contest of brute force.
This was a contest of Dao.
For them, mere brute force was utterly useless.
Even if they shattered the heavens, so what?
However... both Su Chen and the War Lord knew this was not the final battle.
Time, before the powerful, is like sand slipping through their fingers.
In the blink of an eye, countless years had passed.
The players of the Fourth Calamity and the people of the War God Palace watched the outcome of that great battle intently.
Unfortunately, countless years passed, and even some of the weaker rulers reached the end of their lifespans and perished on the battlefield.
The great battle remained undecided.
A top-tier powerhouse of the Fourth Calamity could no longer contain himself. He approached the barrier, wanting to see what was happening within, as there had been no movement for so long.
But just as he drew near to investigate,
a sudden scream rang out, followed by a chilling scene.
His body was slowly disintegrating.
Even his true form, existing beyond countless worlds, vanished completely in that instant.
This sight sent shivers down the spines of many powerful figures. The player who had just mustered the courage to investigate was among the top five in the entire Fourth Calamity faction, yet such a powerful being had died inexplicably.
Now, no one dared to approach, and no one dared to inquire further.
Because they were acutely aware of their own insignificance... even among those below the Immortal realm, the gap was so vast it was despair-inducing.
Another endless expanse of time passed.
Even some Emperor-level beings could barely withstand it.
Finally, there seemed to be movement within that small world.
Within the small world
Su Chen and the War Lord simultaneously opened their eyes.
Throughout these endless years.
This small world remained pristine and beautiful.
Not even a single blade of grass was affected or destroyed.
Their clash, however, never ceased.
If this aftershock were to spread, it could even destroy the heavens. Although they were not yet True Immortals, their Dao was perhaps even above that of True Immortals; it was merely a matter of achieving Dao with a single thought, or becoming mortal with a single thought.
“Brilliant, truly brilliant! My Dao was incomplete, but now it may be perfect!”
The War Lord clapped his hands and laughed heartily. This was the happiest day of his countless years, even more exhilarating than the moment he first comprehended the mysteries of martial arts!
"I have lost this round, but this battle is not over yet."
"I invite you, fellow Daoist, to witness the completion of my Dao!"
Su Chen said, "Then congratulations, fellow Daoist."
Between the two, they did not appear to be mortal enemies, but rather like two long-lost friends.
For them, this world had no right or wrong, only their own Dao, their own ideals.
Even when Su Chen was trapped in the Time Ring, he could still chat and laugh with the Xuan Yi Immortal King.
Even the Immortal Kings of the Heavens and Spacetimes and 'Calamity'
had no right or wrong.
Both sides simply wanted to 'live'.
As the War Lord transformed into a streak of light.
Su Chen stood still, the wind billowing his snow-white robes and jet-black hair.
The War Lord was about to take the final step.
And he, too, was about to take that step!
......
At the same time,
Through billions of years, even with the changing of eras, nothing had ever shaken them.
At this moment.
The barrier shattered with a deafening roar.
The final victory... was there truly a victory or defeat?
For the players of the Fourth Calamity, the mission was not over.
For the powerful figures of the War God Palace, the most terrifying expert on the Fourth Calamity's side was not dead.
A resounding voice echoed across the battlefield, a voice that pierced through countless worlds.
"I wish to forge the Immortal Palace of Slaughter, to gather the primordial energy of all heavens to mend my path, and to attain the position of Immortal Lord!"
"You, my people, are you willing to follow me!"
As the words fell, from the direction of the War God Palace, countless soldiers, and even powerful figures from countless worlds, knelt wherever the voice passed, their eyes burning with fervor and unwavering loyalty.
"We swear to follow our Lord War God to the death! To follow our Lord War God is an eternal and immortal honor for us!"
That fervent voice reverberated through countless worlds, its sweeping waves causing the players of the Fourth Calamity to pale.
What a terrifying faith! Even life and death were disregarded.
The War God laughed loudly: "Good! My path is fortunate to be completed by you all. I promise you are all Dao Spirits, to follow me and attain immortality!"
At this moment,
a notification appeared before the eyes of many players in the Fourth Calamity:
[The War God Palace is destroyed, quest complete]
They still didn't understand what was happening.
The power of the War God Palace, which had enveloped countless worlds, vanished without a trace of life in that instant.
An indescribable, majestic power surged infinitely with the War God.
An immortal...this is the birth of a true immortal!
Meanwhile.
Behind Su Chen, twelve wheels inlaid with the Heart of Destiny were spinning.
And around him.
Time itself was frozen in eternity, and he was the embodiment of time.
Now, the true battle begins!
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