Chapter 197: The Sword That Erased Heavenly Tribulation

The Sword That Erased Heavenly Tribulation

Then voices began transmitting across the void.

"This is... a warning from the Great Laws of World..."

"To defy heaven may leave a path to life— to defy the Great Laws of World leaves none!"

"Indeed! Across countless ages, only the Emperor Sovereign could defy the Great Laws of World and slay Emperors!"

"What a pity—such a supreme prodigy, if born of my clan, could have led us to new heights!"

"Hmph! To defy the Great Laws of World, to refuse the title—he deserves death!"

These ancient beings spoke from places separated by unimaginable distances.

Their voices traveled through the void.

Their gazes crossed countless worlds.

To them, what they saw was simple.

A vague figure stood against the heavens.

Then supreme, sacred thunder descended from above.

The thunder was holy beyond measure.

Its Great Laws rhythm was majestic.

There was no trace of strangeness.

No hint of ominousness.

No indication of corruption.

It looked like the purest punishment of heaven.

Perhaps throughout all the nine heavens and ten earths, only Victor could see the despair hidden within that scene.

Only he could see what the thunder truly represented.

Not justice.

Not righteousness.

But an execution.

Not a single powerful being believed this heretic would survive.

Fallen geniuses were never truly geniuses.

That was what they believed.

One by one, many powerful beings withdrew their gazes.

Even this being who had been granted the title of "Supreme" was, in their eyes, merely another arrogant skeleton lying along the road toward the Eternal Emperor.

Those who continued watching either mourned or mocked.

They waited.

They wanted to see exactly how this person who had dared to defy the Great Laws of World would fall.

BOOM—!!

RUSH—!!!

Blood-red thunder poured down like rain.

It was endless.

It filled the heavens.

It seemed as though the Great Laws of World themselves were weeping blood.

As though the laws were mourning.

Everywhere the thunder passed, space shattered.

The very fabric of the Celestial Capital Domain seemed unable to endure it.

Everything would fall here.

That was what countless ancient beings believed.

"Those who defy the Great Laws of World... can only die!" a Solar Eclipse Realm expert declared coldly.

The others said nothing.

They did not need to.

Their silence was agreement.

But then—

The next moment arrived.

And everything they believed was shattered.

What appeared before their eyes caused even these ancient beings to cry out in disbelief.

"This... this cannot be!"

"Good heavens! This one has lived ten thousand years and never seen such a being!"

"The nine heavens and ten earths still hold such a terrifying existence!"

Countless supreme experts were astounded.

Their eyes widened.

Some even stood from their thrones.

Others leaned forward, unable to believe what their senses were telling them.

They saw it.

That vague figure remained beneath the endless blood thunder.

The heavens were collapsing around him.

The crimson lightning filled every inch of the sky.

Yet the figure showed neither sorrow nor joy.

He simply stood there.

Calm.

Untouched.

Then Victor’s voice drifted softly through the storm.

"Elder Black, I’m tired of this."

The words were casual.

Almost lazy.

There was no arrogance in them.

No anger.

Just the exhaustion of someone who had grown tired of dealing with an inconvenience.

The next moment—

SHING—!!

A sword rang.

The sound was strangely clear.

It cut through the thunder.

Through the howling wind.

Through the trembling heavens.

WHOOSH—

The sky suddenly went dark.

Then a figure appeared.

An old man with a hunched back stood reverently within the heavens.

His appearance was unremarkable.

Black hair.

Black eyes.

An ancient presence hidden beneath a frail-looking body.

He was Elder Black.

He lowered his head respectfully.

"Yes, my Lord."

The countless beings watching from across the realms froze.

My Lord?

Before they could even process those words, Elder Black slowly turned toward the heavens.

His hand reached behind his back.

His fingers wrapped around the hilt of a broken sword.

The sword looked ancient.

Damaged.

Its blade carried countless cracks.

There were no dazzling phenomena.

No magnificent sword aura.

No earth-shaking explosion of power.

Nothing.

Elder Black simply raised the broken sword.

Then—

He swung.

It was almost like a child playing with a wooden stick.

A casual motion.

An ordinary stroke.

And then...

Everything became silent.

Heaven and earth were empty.

The crimson thunder disappeared.

The terrifying clouds vanished.

The strange heavenly phenomena were gone.

The countless layers of oppressive power that had covered the sky were erased in an instant.

Nothing remained.

The sky became clear once more.

A gentle breeze swept across the world.

It carried a faint coolness.

The blood-red thunder that had represented the fury of the Great Laws of World—

It was as though it had never existed.

One casual sword stroke.

That was all.

The heavens’ fury had been broken.

The countless powerful beings watching from across the realms were left speechless.

What kind of terrifying existence was this?

What realm had he reached?

What kind of power could casually erase a tribulation that had been capable of destroying the entire Celestial Capital Domain?

But what shocked the countless great beings even more—

Elder Black gently lowered the broken sword.

His fingers slowly brushed across its damaged blade.

Then—

An unimaginable killing intent traveled through time and space.

It crossed countless realms.

It crossed endless distances.

It pierced through the barriers between worlds.

And it reached them.

Every powerful being who sensed that killing intent felt their blood run cold.

Their bodies stiffened.

Their pupils contracted.

Some ancient existences instinctively stepped backward.

Others immediately concealed their auras.

For a moment, nobody dared speak.

Then—

All visions ended.

The ceremony was over.

The countless terrifying beings remained shaken.

Everything they had witnessed today was beyond belief.

A Lunar Saint-level investiture that had drawn the homage of all realms.

A heretic who had refused the title of "Supreme."

The terrifying tribulation thunder that had sought to annihilate everything.