As the turbulent currents of air dispersed, Chen Yuan and the others stared in shock at the scene before them. Ning Xuanyuan had actually slain that Gold Rank Void!
Even though beings like the Voids could not wield spiritual power, they possessed immensely powerful will. Gold Rank Voids in particular possessed willpower as mighty as that of the Life Palace Realm!
Chen Yuan's pupils contracted sharply. Suddenly, the scene of Ning Xuanyuan entering the Myriad Heavens Battlefield that day surfaced in his mind. Ning Xuanyuan had endured the full force of the will's suppression and crossed that bridge.
Like the other soldiers of the Night Watch Army, Chen Yuan harbored hostility toward Ning Xuanyuan. In his view, even though Ning Xuanyuan was the Blood Scion of the Asura Domain, he still could not compare with Ye Xuankong.
As a soldier, Chen Yuan valued strength above all else. Where could a person's true strength be demonstrated? Not in the Eight Domains, but on the Myriad Heavens Battlefield.
In the eyes of Chen Yuan, indeed, of the entire Night Watch Army and even the warriors from the other ancient domains who fought on the Myriad Heavens Battlefield, the so-called contests between the young kings of the Eight Domains were nothing more than children playing house.
Young kings? Ancient sect geniuses? Heirs to great lineages? They're just flowers raised in a greenhouse. It's only by relying on their privileged backgrounds and abundant resources that they can achieve those so-called accomplishments.
If they were placed on the Myriad Heavens Battlefield and faced those savage, violent Voids, how many of those so-called geniuses could shine?
Have they ever truly faced life and death? Have they ever seen mountains of corpses and seas of blood, bones piled as high as mountains? When those emotionless Voids, which know nothing but slaughter, stand before them, can they still maintain that lofty sense of superiority?
They're just a bunch of good-for-nothing second-generation heirs who don't know how high the heavens are or how deep the earth is!
Leaving the other ancient domains aside, Chen Yuan had accompanied some of the Asura Domain's so-called geniuses into the Myriad Heavens Battlefield. Yet those arrogant, overbearing wastrels who acted as though no one could touch them outside knew only to hide behind the crowd and seek protection when faced with the Voids.
We fight, drenched in blood at the front, while you enjoy resources at the rear with clear consciences? You enter the Myriad Heavens Battlefield under the guise of training, but in truth you're just gilding yourselves!
All flash and no substance, nothing but a pretty facade!
Yet everything that had happened today had turned Chen Yuan's impression of Ning Xuanyuan upside down. He did not know Ning Xuanyuan's true purpose in coming to the Myriad Heavens Battlefield, but at least for now, this Asura Blood Scion did not seem as unworthy as he had imagined.
At that moment, perhaps intimidated by Ning Xuanyuan's killing of the Golden Void, the Silver Voids watching the fight no longer charged forward without fear of death as they had before. Instead, they stood quietly where they were, watching Ning Xuanyuan.
A trace of something never seen before seemed to have appeared in their crimson, ferocious eyes.
Coming to his senses, Chen Yuan hurried over to Ning Xuanyuan's side and said in a low voice, "Blood Scion, you've been fighting here for a day and a night. Why don't we head back and rest for a few days before coming again?"
Chen Yuan was not sure whether more Golden Voids would appear. If a large number of them really did charge into this area, the situation would be dire indeed.
Ning Xuanyuan was holding the Soul Jade left behind by the Golden Void. Hearing Chen Yuan's words, he looked away and nodded.
"Let's go back."
Chen Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. He had truly been afraid that Ning Xuanyuan would stay. He quickly led Ning Xuanyuan over to join Chen Huang and the others, and they left the Ancient Imperial Mausoleum.
They returned to the commander's residence in Asura City. Ning Xuanyuan went straight back to his room, while Chen Yuan went to see Ye Xuankong and report what had happened.
In the great hall, a strange look flashed through Ye Xuankong's eyes as he listened to Chen Yuan's report. That Ning Xuanyuan had managed to go so far, even slaying a Golden Void, had truly exceeded his expectations.
"Rumble!"
A thunderclap suddenly exploded. Ye Xuankong frowned, then his figure flickered as he darted straight out of the hall. He looked up, and his expression abruptly froze.
Above the heavens, dark clouds churned and thunder rumbled. Fierce winds swept between heaven and earth, sending sand flying and stones rolling. A suffocating pressure descended from the thick clouds. The entire Asura City was shrouded beneath that terrifying might.
"This is a Fate Tribulation!"
Ye Xuankong's pupils contracted sharply. Someone in Asura City was breaking through!
The next moment, Ye Xuankong suddenly turned and looked toward a building not far away. From there, an extremely terrifying fluctuation of spiritual power swept out like a storm.
"It's Xuanyuan!" Ye Xuankong immediately realized that Ning Xuanyuan had broken through.
"Everyone, leave the commander's residence at once! No one is allowed to approach without my orders!" Ye Xuankong shouted sternly. Chen Yuan froze for a moment, then hurried off to carry out the order.
At the same time, everyone in the commander's residence raced outside.
At that moment, beneath the dark clouds pressing down from the heavens, a mysterious force seemed to resonate with them. Across the vast expanse of heaven and earth, terrible storms suddenly arose.
Within those terrifying storms were powerful rules of the Great Dao, which spread and raged wildly between heaven and earth. Then they roared downward, converging in the same direction.
Just then, a figure flashed out of the building not far away and soared into the sky, coming to a stop in the air.
Clad in white, his long hair flowing, he looked like a young emperor. It was Ning Xuanyuan.
The familiar, languid smile he usually wore, with its hint of irreverence, still lingered on Ning Xuanyuan's lips. But his eyes shone like stars and were sharp as blades.
In the Ancient Imperial Mausoleum, he had fought for a full day and night, absorbing a vast amount of the power of fortune. The influx of so much fortune had caused the Chaos World within him to change.
It had become more real and more vast.
Now, specks of light appeared around Ning Xuanyuan's body. Like dazzling stars, they slowly revolved around him, dreamlike and illusory.
Across the world, endless Spiritual Qi came rushing toward him. A vortex of spiritual power, tens of thousands of zhang wide, appeared out of thin air. Like a gigantic cone-shaped funnel, it stretched between heaven and earth.
The terrifying spiritual power roared and spun, violently warping even the space around it. Not only that, but within the vortex of spiritual power, there also seemed to be intangible origins of the Great Dao, rules and laws!
Beneath the vortex of spiritual power, Ning Xuanyuan stood with his hands behind his back, gazing up at the sky. Endless spiritual power surged madly into his body like a bursting mountain torrent.
Layer upon layer of dense spiritual power swept out from him like a hurricane.
"Rumble!"
A low peal of thunder sounded, striking everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer. Streaks of twisting lightning tore through the gloom of this space, roaring across heaven and earth like thunder dragons.
Ye Xuankong's gaze grew incomparably sharp, and his expression changed.
Was a display of such magnitude truly just a Fate Tribulation?