Imperial God Emperor

Chapter 1283 - Four Symbols

The golden phantom figure was evidently cautious of this martial expert whom he addressed as Ding Hao.

The golden phantom figure had unleashed his astounding power when he had emerged and even surpassed that of the Ancient Ghostly Emperor. Therefore, one could easily imagine how terrifying the expert he was wary of could be. Ding Hao was definitely as powerful as the king of sovereigns.

"I'm sure you know the outcome if we were to fight," Ding Hao, the black-robed figure, said calmly. "I know what you're after but I'm afraid that you can't use this method to get what you want. Please go back to where you came from or I will use my sword and saber to turn your million-year cultivation into water," he continued. He spoke calmly but there was a commanding tone in his voice, even more powerful than an imposing order.

"You..." the golden phantom figure was enraged but he quickly gave a cold smile.

"You're not the only person in the Eternity realm, so do you really think that you're invincible? You won't be able to turn the tide around single-handedly, not when you're up against the entire camp," the golden phantom figure said. There was a mix of wariness, contempt and disdain in his voice as he continued, "The battle today was decided by the camp. You have been testing our patience time and time again, but this is as far as you're able to go. I'm warning you, don't make this mistake."

"Oh, really?" the sword and saber on Ding Hao's back clinked loudly and a phantom figure of a fat white cat appeared on his shoulder. The aura from this fat white cat was incredibly frightening.

The golden phantom figure shivered in fear and did not dare to say anything else.

"Yes," another mysterious voice that was full of resentment, pain, jealousy, vengefulness, bloodthirst, violence, and other negative emotions rang out.

Another ray of splendor flickered in the gate of blood.

This time, the creature who emerged did not appear in its actual form but was instead a projection.

The projection appeared in the void like Ding Hao and the golden phantom figure. It was several hundred meters tall, with blood-colored bones and skin, plus two horns on its head. Its body looked like a long lizard with a huge tail and exuded a violent and bloodthirsty aura, as though it were a monster that had crawled out from a pile of corpses or a sea of blood. This was likely its true form and it was also a king of sovereigns, whose strength was on par with the golden phantom figure.

"King of Destruction, you have finally arrived," the golden phantom figure sounded relieved.

The King of Destruction was a king of sovereigns and was more powerful than the Bloodied-Spear Daoist Grandmaster, the Dark Purple Sovereign, and the others. Although it was merely a projection, it was powerful enough to turn the tide around. Moreover, this doppelganger was the manifestation of his will; the King of Destruction was the most powerful king amongst the kings of sovereigns. It was the king of primitive creatures that were born when heaven, earth, and the Chaos had first formed. It had annihilated countless civilizations and experts. Its strength had not come from its own cultivation but rather, it had been innately powerful and was also a manifestation of a tiny part of the universal Great Dao's will, as well as the representative of some sort of camp. Even though he was in a different timeline, it was undeniably a mighty titan.

After the King of Destruction made its appearance, it made things difficult for Ding Hao to single-handedly crush all his opponents and turn the tide around.

However, Ding Hao's expression did not change.

"Cackle cackle, Ding Hao, I'm very interested in the era and timeline where you've come from," the King of Destruction said as its eyes that were like pools of blood bore into the black-robed figure. Its eyes were full of violent bloodthirst and when it licked its lips, one could see that there were sharp spikes on its blood-red tongue, all flowing with blood.

The eras and timelines that it had expressed interest in had always shared the same fate, and that was to be destroyed.

Its only purpose in this world was to bring destruction everywhere it went.

Ding Hao smiled.

"You're just a reptile. How dare you say such words in front of me?" He said as he looked at the King of Destruction, "I want you to remember what you've said. If you manage to battle the Emperor of Azeroth and live to tell the tale, I swear I'd personally lead an expedition to your Country of Destruction and make sure you'd understand what the true meaning of destruction is."

The words from a king of the sovereigns were like an oath on the martial way. In other words, this was a declaration of war.

The King of Destruction scoffed coldly and was about to retort when a strange change took place in the gate of blood.

Once again, a mysterious energy surged forth from the gate of blood, and countless figures combined to form a single projection that appeared in the firmament. The projection grew clearer to reveal three figures standing side by side. The person on the right was a gentle-looking woman dressed in pure white imperial robes, who was stunningly beautiful. Her features were perfect and flawless; she exuded a natural and gentle aura, while the person on the left was a war goddess holding a longbow. She was clad in fiery armor with quivers attached to her front and back, and just like the woman on the right, she was extremely gorgeous, also radiating a matchless heroic spirit.

Every single one of the fiendgods and sovereigns had to admit that they were peerless beauties.

However, they were waiting on a handsome and young man who stood between them.

This young man had black hair like Ding Hao; he wore a crown on his head and held a scepter in his hand, which marked him as someone from a lofty imperial family. His noble and authoritative aura didn't seem to match the lazy smile on his face. He gave off the impression that he would do something ridiculous at any moment.

"It's you, the Emperor of the Azeroth Dynasty, Alexander Sun Fei," the King of Destruction said warily.

The handsome young man chuckled and said, "Heh, I knew you'd be here wreaking havoc. Go back to where you came from. Oh, before I forget, I think a large black dog has invaded your hideout..."

"What? You... how dare..." the King of Destruction said as his face turned pale.

His words might not make sense to an outsider but the King of Destruction knew very well that its mortal enemy reared a terrifying and vicious dog. This dog was the nemesis of those who lived in the land of destruction and it was very hard to defeat it. It would be disastrous if that dog had truly taken this opportunity to invade its hideout.

After it hesitated for a moment, the projection of the King of Destruction gave up on joining the battle and left in a hurry.

It would not ignore the words of its mortal enemy, because it knew how terrifying this black-haired young man could be.

The golden phantom figure's expression looked conflicted after he witnessed that scene.

Through the earlier conversation between the black-haired young man and the King of Destruction, he gleaned that the man was called Sun Fei and was a king of sovereigns from an ancient time and domain. He was terrifyingly powerful; some people from the camp had once tried to assassinate him when he had just attained the Dao in his own time and domain, but he launched a powerful counterattack and caused the camp to suffer huge losses. He was a devil incarnate who should not be trifled with, but he wondered, weren't they told that this person had been neutralized by the camp? Why would he appear now?

"Hey," Sun Fei said as he turned to the golden phantom figure.

The golden phantom figure turned to look at Sun Fei.

"Yes, what are you looking at? I'm talking to you. What are you still doing here? Do you want to be humiliated by me?" Sun Fei said as he arched a brow.

The golden phantom figure was extremely enraged.

He had never been threatened in such a direct manner, but there was nothing he could do about it at the moment. Then, he looked at the Sword-Saber Divine Emperor Ding Hao and knew that the camp's plan had failed. There was no point in staying any longer; they would only have to regroup and slowly come up with another plan.

There was a flash of golden flowing light before he vanished.

The frightening power that had caused the entire world to quake in terror also vanished along with him.

The Sword-Saber Divine Emperor Ding Hao and the Emperor of Azeroth Sun Fei remained in the void. They were even more powerful than the golden phantom figure, but they had probably reined in their own energy ripples, so their presence did not really affect this world.

However, they showed no sign of interfering in the battle between the Divine Light Emperor and the Ancient Ghostly Emperor.

"What a pity that he hasn't found the path that he was meant for," the Sword-Saber Divine Emperor Ding Hao said as he peered into the depths of the firmament and looked at the Divine Light Emperor. He sounded lonely; it was a loneliness that only those who stood at the top of the martial way could understand, and also sounded a little disappointed.

"Hehe, it's homesickness. I'm surprised that this has become his stumbling block even after he has reached such a high cultivation... His inner demons are more serious than both yours and mine," Sun Fei said with a chuckle. "He is truly someone with a pure heart. Moreover, his parents are still around, so he transmigrated with regrets... he is much kinder than either of us could be."

"However, time waits for no man. The Four Symbols of the Heavenly Dao and the core of the universe must assemble before we can reverse the catastrophic destiny. As of today, we know that we are part of the Four Symbols but we're still lacking two people. He is one of them but everything would fall through if he doesn't gain the Dao. How much longer must we wait?" the Sword-Saber Divine Emperor Ding Hao said with a frown.

"As you mentioned, the Four Symbols of the Heavenly Dao must assemble in other to turn the situation around. He is the third symbol, but we're still lacking the final symbol, so there is no use trying to force this matter. Moreover, the time and era that he belongs to is even more ancient and remote compared to where we come from, so the laws of time are even more entrenched, and they would be even more tormented by that bunch of weaklings. There's no turning back, so naturally, he would have to suffer more than us..." Sun Fei looked at the battle for a while before he did some stretching exercises and smiled. Then, he kept his crown and scepter and said, "It is such a hassle to wear these things... I'll be going first. Don't go around looking for me and try to solve your own problems. I'm not going to interfere in this matter today since I don't want to change the course of history. If we meddle with the laws of this universe, it would be even harder for us four symbols to assemble in the future."

Then, he left with the two peerless beauties with a flash of splendor.

"I didn't need you to tell me that," Ding Hao said with a shake of his head and rubbed at his temples.

He had control over everything but when it came to Sun Fei, he really didn't know what to do with him.

"I hope you're able to find your own path soon," Ding Hao said with a sigh as he looked away from the Divine Light Emperor's battle. Then, he glanced at the battle that the six divine generals were fighting, but ultimately chose not to interfere. He could not afford to meddle in the events of this timeline in order to ensure that the Four Symbols would assemble one day. All these people had their own destinies to live out. The Divine Light Emperor wanted to save everyone, but his men would have to face their own destinies. This might seem cruel, but one would have to pay a price in order to succeed.

"He even named his pet monkey Sun Wukong... Well, his homesickness seems rather severe," Ding Hao muttered. He looked at the spirit monkey battle pet and laughed as he shook his head.

His figure gradually faded away as though he had melted into the void.

He had also left.

As long as these kings of the sovereigns did not join the battle, everything that happened there would have been preordained and permissible by destiny. He hoped that the Divine Light Emperor would be able to right his wrongs and head back to the correct path. Otherwise, the Four Symbols would not be able to assemble.

The battle that belonged to this world continued to unfold both in the skies and on the ground.