Chapter 1969: Born In The Darkness (2/2)

The emperors held their breath and agreed with this notion. Who knows if the death of his light self was good or bad?

During his youth, Samsara, like many other top masters, tried hard with youthful vigor and fought for his loved ones and friends. Once he achieved invincibility, he illuminated the era with his light.

Unknown events led him to the dark to become the most terrible lord of an epoch. Nevertheless, he still had light in him until today when Saint had killed his light.

“The light never falters and it didn’t abandon you either. You chose to forsake it.” Saint coldly uttered.

“Right.” Samsara calmly responded: “I’m inferior to you on this path, unable to persevere for as long. The heart towards the grand dao is not always a fearless one.”

“A supreme genius with a wavering dao heart will only cause trouble for the rest of the world.” Saint commented with authority.

“Today, I won’t be discussing morality or rights and wrongs with you, old friend. No need for that at our level, since we can define and change it ourselves.” Samsara gently shook his head.

“Then let the light judge your darkness.” Saint raised his sword forward with his eyes lighting up. They exuded boundless holiness just like two holy suns.

“Old friend, though you are still a bit off from your prime, you’re definitely stronger than me right now. It is truly difficult to take you on as I am, but you’re underestimating me. Though our epoch is destroyed, I still have more resources than you.” Samsara smiled.

“Boom!” With that, the purest of darkness spewed from his body.

Explosions resounded in different regions in the wildland. More dark affinity oozed out from the ground as if the wildland itself was the source of darkness. It was an endless amount from all over the land. One could grab a random pile of mud and darkness would be there.

The endless darkness gathered and was absorbed by Samsara. Though the current wildland was only a tiny spot compared to its real epoch, it was certainly tough enough. This was a place that had survived the destruction and contained the fruits of Samsara’s effort. He arduously worked on each inch of the land here in order to keep certain things after the disaster.

The river of time quaked after a loud blast. The endless darkness instantly empowered Samsara.

Loud metallic ringing continuously resounded as if they were coming from an older period. Samsara changed again. In his apex state, he could look down on the world and the emperors. All were mere ants in his eyes.

A crown of darkness and a black robe appeared on him. Even time itself slowed down before might. His eyes were cold and emotionless now; this was someone who wouldn’t hesitate to devour trillions of existences. There was no breath of life on him any longer for he was the embodiment of darkness, no longer a living being.

Surprisingly enough, one would find that Saint and Samsara’s eyes were extremely similar - emotionless and cold. However, their coldness was different. Samsara had no respect for life and things he considered inferior. As for Saint, it was part of his doctrine - how he thought the world should be.

“Old friend, to the death.” Samsara’s voice became tyrannical. A clear aura of invincibility emerged on him.