Chapter 1348 — The Fiend Who Destroyed Creation
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" Shu Jun pinned his head down and beat him savagely, until the Grand Emperor's face was bruised and swollen. Unable to resist, the Grand Emperor gave a cold laugh: "Boyang was already dead by then; I was exiled after the Taichu Primordial Stone was shattered; Gong Yun was struck down in secret by the Heaven Emperor Taichu. Of the Three Kings, only you remained—you were the last Grand Emperor of the Creator race!
And what did you do?
" At these words Shu Jun's rage knew no bounds; he pinned the head down and hammered at it for dear life, panting hoarsely.
"Back then, you should have led the clans in flight, to seek out the Great Void, or to build another Great Void! But what did you do? You took up the post of commander and led the clans into a decisive battle against Taichu and the other Ancient Gods! And the ground you chose for that battle—it was the Bloodrust Zone! " As though he felt no pain at all, the Grand Emperor cried: "The last elite of the Creator race were spent by you—they all died because of you!
Our race was exterminated because of you!
And you have the face to call me a son of a bitch? You are the son of a bitch! " Shu Jun abruptly sat down on the ground, his gaze dull, with no strength left in him to beat the Grand Emperor. The big-headed youth's face was all dejection, heavy with the air of twilight, and suddenly he covered his face and began to sob aloud. His face beaten out of all human semblance, the Grand Emperor said coldly: "You always dreamed of defeating me, dreamed of becoming the Grand Emperor yourself—and in the race's direst hour, you truly did it.
The clan chiefs and the elders recommended you and set you upon the throne of the Grand Emperor. They hoped you could turn back the tide, hoped you could lead the clans to snatch victory from defeat. Did you?
" Shu Jun threw himself on the ground, weeping, his body twitching without cease. The Grand Emperor struck on, his voice icy: "You did not.
You took the clan chiefs and elders, and with the last wealth of the Creator race you arrayed countless altars across the starry sky, gathered the strength of all into sacrifice, and with the divine consciousness of every Creator you fashioned Ancient God after Ancient God. You remade Tiangong, remade Tubo, remade the gods and sages of all the heavens! You brought out the sacred relics the clans had worshipped for billions of years—those mighty relics were the guardians of the clans. How mighty they were! You were full of confidence, certain you could do battle with the Ancient Gods.
That battle—even I had never imagined it could be so tragic and so glorious. The starry sky, unbroken for countless myriads of leagues, was smashed to powder; numberless continents made of Xirang were ground to dust; the sacred relics born of the Creator clans' sacrifices shattered one after another, and died. Countless clansmen died in that battle; with their blood they dyed that stretch of starry sky the color of blood rust. Heh heh, they are all dead, dead in the Bloodrust Campaign you led! Your Taipu died there too, did he not? Taipu grew up following you; that giant beast was utterly loyal to you—it looked up to you, worshipped you, as though you were its child.
When it fell in battle before your eyes, did you think then that you had been wrong? " The Grand Emperor watched coldly as Shu Jun writhed on the ground from the violence of his weeping, and struck on without mercy: "Everyone says that I exterminated the Creator race, that I am the sinner.
But had it been I who led the clans, I would never have chosen the Bloodrust Zone for the decisive battle.
I am a sinner against the Creator race, but my sin is not as great as yours.
You are the sinner who brought about the Creator race's extinction! I have borne too many of your sins for you!