But surprisingly, he still maintained his posture of raising his sword and pointing far away without actually taking action.

Obviously, even if he was completely eroded by death, Taoist Qinglian's will still did not admit defeat.

He is still resisting... This is the powerful mind of a top swordsman. Even if death comes, he cannot be destroyed directly.

"Ah……"

A sneer sounded in his ears, revealing a bit of ridicule, seeming to express his disdain for Taoist Qinglian's persistence.

Stupid? That’s probably what it means.

Perhaps, in the eyes of death, it is unwise for Qinglian Taoist, who cannot protect himself and will eventually become death's collection, to still struggle like this.

Deep in the chaos, between reality and illusion, in the black palace, the lazy figure gently raised his finger.

There are black ripples, surging and spreading in the void.

Death never lacks believers, nor does it lack puppets... Since you want to struggle pointlessly, that's up to you.

Perhaps, the despair and pain of watching what you stood firm and protected was eventually completely destroyed can make this collection more exquisite.

In the chaos, among the countless eyes that were far away, filled with shock, horror, lingering fear, and hesitation, some of them suddenly changed. Darkness emerged from their eyes like a tide, devouring their wills and taking over their bodies.

——

Some people should have died long ago, but death's acquiescence allowed them to continue to live.

This is the believer of death, and he is also a puppet that he can control at will.

For example, now, it is a very good tool that can be used to kill Wei Taichu.

Death is not rare for the Human Emperor. He has collected more than one statue.

And each one of them is far more powerful than Wei Taichu.

But for some reason, the soul in front of him filled him with the desire to possess it.

It is unclear, the path is unclear... Death did not consume his mind, or to solve the mystery. He only needed to turn Wei Taichu into his collection, and he would naturally know and obtain everything about him.

This is death.

boom--

boom--

From all directions in the chaos, dozens of figures released terrifying auras and rushed towards them.

The depths of his eyes are as dark as tides, cold and deathly silent!

Wei Taichu withdrew his eyes. Above his head, the illusory and dim Human Emperor's Dharma image shattered with a "pop", turned into little golden light, and merged into his body.

This is the final power of the Human Emperor.

It's not much, but it's enough to use it for some purposes.

Snapped--

With a snap of his fingers, Wei Taichu shouted softly, "Zilei Yuji!"

boom--

Countless purple thunders spurted out in an instant, like a rolling river, and like a mighty horse.

All those figures rushing toward him with murderous intent were involved.
Chapter completed!