On an immortal island by the Eastern Sea, Lü Dongbin stood facing the rising sun, the Pure Yang Nine Revolutions Formula coursing through his body like surging rivers.
He opened his eyes, his gaze like lightning, purple qi curling around his body—an extraordinary sign of Pure Yang intertwining with the fate of Ziwei.
He had attained the realm of Daluo Golden Immortal, but this was only the beginning.
The position of Ziwei Emperor was now within his grasp.
Lü Dongbin murmured softly, his gaze piercing through layer upon layer of clouds toward the Heavenly Court of the Earth Immortal Realm.
It was time to reclaim what belonged to this seat.
He turned to look at the seven Daoist Friends behind him.
Iron Crutch Li, Zhongli Quan, Zhang Guolao, Han Xiangzi, Lan Caihe, He Xiangu, Cao Guojiu.
After all their trials during the eastern journey, along with the blessings of merit, the seven had all advanced by leaps and bounds during this period.
Though they still fell short of Lü Dongbin, every one of them had stepped into the realm of Daluo Golden Immortal.
If the eight joined forces, they would have the strength to fight even a formidable enemy at the Hunyuan Golden Immortal level.
"Fellow Daoists, the eastern journey is complete. The immortal herbs from this island have also been gathered to save the countless living beings of the Earth Immortal Realm, and our merit is fulfilled."
"Next, this poor Daoist wishes to travel to Ziwei Star and seize the position of Ziwei Emperor."
Lü Dongbin spoke with cupped hands.
"The dangers of this journey are impossible to predict. If any fellow Daoist is unwilling to take the risk, you may depart now."
Iron Crutch Li grinned. "I waited hundreds of years for this day, and you think you