My Wife Turns Out to be an Empress of the Dynasty-Chapter 570: The Fall of Elder Nightfall

"Elder Nightfall, there's no need to struggle any longer!"

"Even if all the strong members of your Nine Heavens Alliance come, you cannot save your Temple of Destiny today!"

"If you surrender the Libra of Fate now and unlock the River of Time, I can promise to spare the inheritance of your Temple of Destiny."

Outside the Temple of Destiny, countless celestial disks lay shattered beneath the feet of the angelic army. At this moment, an elder dressed in holy light robes was attempting to persuade them to surrender. Behind him stood a massive throng of angels.

Beneath their feet were countless bodies of cultivators, most of whom belonged to the Temple of Destiny, alongside members of the Nine Heavens Alliance and offerings from the Star Picking Pavilion. Elder Nightfall's power, amassed over countless years, still seemed fragile against the Bright Clan.

Without the interference of the Nine Heavens Alliance and Star Picking Pavilion, the Temple of Destiny would likely meet the same fate as the other fallen temples. Thanks to their efforts in holding back the angelic army, Elder Nightfall had found time to harness the star power accumulated over millennia to fully activate the Libra of Fate, opening the River of Time and completely separating the Temple of Destiny from the Bright Clan's angelic forces.

The Temple of Destiny had paid a heavy price to last this long. Not only had most of their disciples been killed or wounded, but Elder Nightfall and several Divine Realm elders had expended all their energy and lifespan to unleash the River of Time.

The power of time was both formidable and merciless. Thus, the Bright Clan's angelic army could only watch helplessly before the River of Time. Inside the River of Time, Chen Feng, along with several disciples of Lanyan Royal School, were tending to Elder Nightfall and the Divine Realm elders' wounds.

They had brought along numerous healing pills gifted by Gu Lan, barely managing to keep Elder Nightfall and the elders alive for the time being. However, this was merely a temporary reprieve, ultimately powerless to change their fate.

"Old man, don't die just yet!"

"When my master arrives, he will surely avenge us!"

"Hold on!"

Usually carefree and brash, Chen Feng's eyes were now red with tears as he desperately stuffed healing pills into Elder Nightfall's mouth. He had often criticized Elder Nightfall for taking him away from his master, labeling him a foolish old man. Yet, deep down, he had always remembered the elder's kindness.

Despite the ulterior motives, Elder Nightfall's generosity and favoritism were given without reservation. Chen Feng wasn't made of stone; he was fully aware of it. This was also why, even after establishing a dojo in the Immortal Realm, he chose to remain at the Temple of Destiny.

"Old man, say something!"

Seeing Elder Nightfall's breathing grow fainter, Chen Feng's tears flowed freely.

Cough, cough!

Elder Nightfall coughed repeatedly, struggling to swallow the pills crammed into his mouth. Finally, he managed to catch his breath. "Kid! Even if I don't die, you almost choked me to death with those pills!"

"I've been traversing the Immortal Realm for so many years, as the Supreme of the Temple of Destiny, founder of the Nine Heavens Alliance, and the Star Master of the Star Picking Pavilion. If I die choking on pills, do you think I would let you off easily as a ghost?"

Though his voice was weak, Elder Nightfall pointed a finger at Chen Feng in reprimand. He seemed to regain a bit of his spirit only when scolding Chen Feng. But even that glimmer of vitality seemed fleeting.

"If you could become a ghost, that would be great," Chen Feng replied, his expression dimming. The activation of the Libra of Fate to open such a vast River of Time came at a tremendous cost. Elder Nightfall was not only physically drained but his soul had also weakened to an alarming degree, at risk of vanishing at any moment.

"You little brat, you actually wish for me to become a ghost? That's infuriating..." Elder Nightfall's face turned pale at Chen Feng's words, and he rolled his eyes, nearly succumbing right then and there.

Startled, Chen Feng quickly pulled out more pills to feed him. After a round of commotion, Elder Nightfall managed to collect himself again. However, this time he had no strength left and began solemnly discussing his final arrangements.

The River of Time could hold for a while longer, keeping the people within the Temple of Destiny safe for the moment. Elder Nightfall urged Chen Feng to take over as the head of the Temple of Destiny, leading it toward a glorious future.

Under different circumstances, Chen Feng would have never considered such a responsibility. His dream was to roam the world as a peerless sword immortal, not to shoulder the hopes and burdens of so many.

Yet, after all they had experienced, he found himself unable to refuse. An old man and a young boy, separated by thousands of years, stood together in that moment—one advising, the other nodding in acceptance.

Cultivators seek eternal life and freedom, yet what they endure most is the heartache of parting. Such is life.

Nearby, Luo Ying, along with the remaining strong members of Cloudy Sky City, guarded the River of Time, watching the scene unfold with a silent sigh. Not long ago, the calamities faced by Cloudy Sky City had mirrored those of the Temple of Destiny.

The Bright Clan was too powerful, overwhelming to the point of despair. Those who fell behind would suffer the consequences; in this cruel world, no one would offer any explanation.

"Help me up."

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"I want to gaze upon this vast starry river and the majestic River of Time!"

With Chen Feng's support, Elder Nightfall managed to stand, albeit with great difficulty. His hair and beard white, he looked ahead, no longer embodying the authority of a powerful figure, but radiating the warmth of a kindly elder.

"Having predicted destinies all my life, I still find fate to be… unfathomable!"

"Fate…"

Elder Nightfall opened his mouth to speak but fell silent halfway, closing his eyes. His head gradually drooped, resting against Chen Feng's shoulder.

At this moment, the Elder Nightfall who had traversed the Immortal Realm fell.

Above the River of Time, a star flickered.

Holding Elder Nightfall, Chen Feng trembled slightly, not turning back for a long time.

When he finally did turn back, the tears on his face had dried, and his eyes held no sorrow, only unwavering determination.

Wordlessly, he placed Elder Nightfall's body upon a complete celestial disk in the center. This was the celestial disk used by the Temple of Destiny to predict heavenly secrets and destinies, also the final resting place for every astrologer.

Beside Elder Nightfall's disk lay several other elders, resting on their own celestial disks.

Soon after, all the Divine Realm elders who had activated the Libra of Fate passed away.

Under Chen Feng's leadership, he and the remaining disciples of the Temple of Destiny held a simple funeral for Elder Nightfall and the elders.

At the conclusion of the ceremony, the celestial disk began to rotate, unleashing a burst of star power, transforming Elder Nightfall and the elders into countless starlights, dispersing into the River of Time.

In that moment, the power of the River of Time began to wane.

"Attack!"

The second elder of the Bright Clan commanded the angelic army to commence their assault.

Countless divine abilities from the Bright Clan rained down upon the River of Time.

Yet, before the power of time, these attacks seemed utterly powerless.

As time passed, however, the River of Time gradually grew dim and transparent.

Time itself was also the killer of time.