CHAPTER 888 THE HOLY EMPEROR'S SOUL

The fierce roar sent a bone-chilling sensation that dug deep into the core of the man in black armor.

The shock he felt was comparable to the feeling of being shattered into pieces. Even Darren's insides

churned as the holy emperor's power inside his body had already faded.

Flustered, Darren fumbled and hastily swallowed another drop of the red liquid.

"Chaz, take the Misty Emperor away and hide at the edge of the forbidden domain," he barked at his

companion.

Chaz blinked, bewildered by the order. "What? But what about you?"

"Don't you feel my aura?" Darren calmly asked.

Only then did Chaz realize. So, he nodded slowly. "I understand. You have the holy emperor's power..."

After that, Chaz immediately took the Misty Emperor and flew towards the edge of the forbidden

domain.

A pair of bright eyes suddenly appeared in front of Darren.

"Who are you?" Darren demanded. The aura emanating from the dark was no weaker than that of his.

He still found it hard to believe that there was really a top half-step emperor dwelling in this forbidden

domain.

After the bright eyes had stared at Darren for a while, the ferocity in the eyes had somehow diminished.

A translucent and unkempt figure walked out of the darkness.

"You have my aura." His voice was cold and dry, tinged with a bit of ruthlessness.

"What do you mean by that? I have never met you before. If I have offended you, please forgive me. If

there's nothing else, I'll be taking my leave," Darren replied politely.

After all, the quantity of the liquid he had was limited and the aura of the figure in front of him was very

strong. Darren was afraid that the liquid would be consumed and he would not be able to win if he were

to fight against him. If that would be the case, Darren would be in danger.

Swoosh.

There was a strong gust of wind and all of a sudden, the man's translucent figure was standing right in

front of Darren.

"What? Do I have to fight against you?" Darren shot a cold glance at the figure.

The man did not say a word but instead struck his palm directly at Darren.

The space between his palms collapsed and the rule silk threads that connected the space appeared to

be tearing apart.

It was the first time that Darren had seen such a powerful palm.

'Seems like this man's power is close to Primitive Emperor's!' Darren compared in his mind.

However, he had no choice but to take up the gauntlet. The blood light on his body soared and he

balled his hands into fists and punched back.

The rule silk threads that were destroyed transformed into a power that was tens of thousands of times

more violent than the turbulent power in the space cracks. A storm swept out, completely tearing the

earth apart. Scarlet magma rose, sending thick billowing smoke straight towards the sky.

Darren felt the bones in his arms shatter and he retreated several thousand feet back.

Darren was shaking in astonishment. He had already used the power of the holy emperor and the

Bloody Shura Force, but even with those two powers combined, he was still no match against the

translucent figure. He did not anticipate how powerful the enemy was.

At that moment, the translucent figure also stood dumbfounded.

He never thought that one day he would be fighting against someone of his own capacity because he

had been dead for millions of years.

"What the hell do you want? Do you want to kill me?" Darren exclaimed and then prepared to absorb

another drop of the light red liquid.

"Tell me, how did you get my power?" The translucent figure's hoarse voice made Darren shudder.

"What? You mean the power contained in the blood river is yours?" Darren was completely stunned.

"Other than me, who else could have such a strong bloodline? Even after millions of years, my power

will never die," the figure answered hoarsely.

"I see. The blood flowing in that river is your blood!

I did not mean to offend you, sir. Please forgive me." Darren could tell by the man's aura that he was

telling the truth.

Somewhere outside the dark domain, a palace was floating above a colorful ground.

Several blue-skinned old men were having a discussion in the hall when they suddenly felt a force of

palpitation.

"Goodness! He must have aroused the holy emperor's soul!"

"Alas, choosing that guy to be the leader of our Space-time Palace was indeed a mistake."

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Each of the old blue-skinned men flew out, looking over at the black domain.

"Don't let him escape. If he integrates with his corpse, he might really come back to life."

"Yes, we have poured all sorts of life skills into the holy emperor's corpse. If his soul goes back into his

corpse, he will definitely be resurrected. And we won't be able to control his soul. Once he comes back

to life without our control, he will surely destroy us first."

The old blue-skinned men all wore distressed looks on their faces. Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Their ancestor was the one who discovered the holy emperor's corpse in the dark domain.

At that time, the holy emperor's corpse was wrapped in a layer of time fragments, and after millions of

years, its power still would not disappear. It was fortunate that their ancestor was strong enough to

carry out the corpse despite the holy emperor's top level power.

However, just as their ancestor was about to take the corpse away, a resentful soul rushed out, with an

aura as vivid as a genuine emperor's.

It was not until then that the ancestor discovered that the holy emperor of ancient times hadn't actually

died. He had used some extremely arcane skill to separate his body from his soul in order to survive

from some unknown disaster.

The ancestor of the blue-skinned men ran away with the corpse. The resentful soul of the emperor

pursued closely, but it was trapped in the forbidden domain among the darkness and could not get out.

Because of that, the ancestor was able to escape with the holy emperor's corpse.

In the past countless years, the Space-time Palace had been looking for a way to condense a new holy

emperor's soul for the corpse so that they would be able to take control of a powerful genuine emperor.

And the resentful soul had never given up on taking back his body. In the forbidden domain, no one

was allowed to step in for if the soul escaped, the Space-time Palace would definitely be destroyed.

"We already got our hands on the dark-spirit crystals, but because of that guy's carelessness, a human

took them. If it weren't for him, we wouldn't be in so much trouble right now."

"Well, it seems that no matter what happens after this, we're going to have to force him to resign."

"I agree with that. He is not qualified to be the lord of our palace and he is ruining the completion of our

top mission. What should we do now? Should we go to check the forbidden domain?"

All of the blue-skinned men expectantly looked at the blue-skinned man in front.

"No, we don't have to check in person. The resentful soul should not be able to break through the

sealing power. If we rashly go there, there's a possibility that we will inadvertently help him, which is the

exact opposite of what we want."

"But if the Misty Emperor did meet the resentful soul, he would probably have the same end as his

father."

"I don't care what his fate would be. He is just a useless dud. I couldn't care less whether he dies or

not," the blue-skinned man in front coldly stated.

"Yes, senior."

Boom!

Soon after the blue-skinned men finished their discussion, a strong wave of power surged in the depths

of the hall.

The entire hall was in turmoil, almost nearing the brink of collapse.

"Damn it! There's a strange sound coming from the five-dimensional space!"

With that one single detection, the blue-skinned men already knew what had happened.

"The holy emperor's corpse is the original body of the resentful soul—they're inextricably linked to each

other. With the deep connection between the soul and his original body, there's a great chance that the

corpse will be able to break through the shackles. Let's go there quickly!"

The old men faded and integrated into the air.

The next moment, they emerged in a bright, isolated, transparent space, in the center of which were

eighteen black iron chains, locking in place a cold body as cold as an abyss.

The body trembled, making the whole space tremble along with it. The tremendous power frightened

the blue-skinned men to their very cores.

"The body of the genuine emperor is immensely powerful!"

"Take action. Suppress its power."

The several men joined hands and activated an unknown rule force to press down along the black iron

chain.