Di Jun Descends to Take Xiao Yan as Disciple

Her slender hand clenched, and a green longsword flashed into existence.

"Don't push it too far!" Seeing her raise her sword, Xiao Yan's fury surged, twisting his face into a vicious grimace.

Her pearly teeth bit down on her red lips as she hesitated, words dying on her tongue.

At that moment, the void began to hum.

A figure descended from the heavens—it was Di Jun!

The people of the Cloud Mist Sect looked toward Di Jun, their faces filled with terror.

Xiao Yan stared at him as well, unable to believe his eyes.

As Di Jun descended, every hidden expert in the Dou Qi World sensed the aura of his Mystic Immortal cultivation.

Dou Venerates and half-step Dou Emperors alike trembled to their very souls.

"How is this possible?! How can the Dou Qi Continent possess such an aura?"

They were terrified, for Di Jun's presence stood at the very ceiling of the Dou Qi World!

With a mere gesture, he could shatter heaven and earth.

Di Jun glanced at Xiao Yan. "You really are long-winded! Learn from me—if you can use your hands, don't waste your breath!"

His gaze swept across the Cloud Mist Sect.

With a soft sound, the Cloud Mist Sect was instantly razed to the ground.

An aura from the heavens locked onto Di Jun. It was the fragmented Heavenly Dao Will of the Dou Qi World.

Di Jun raised his eyes and sneered. "And you dare call yourself the Heavenly Dao?"

He pointed one finger, accompanied by a faint sound.

The Heavenly Dao Will was annihilated in an instant!

One finger leveled the Cloud Mist Sect; one finger extinguished the Heavenly Dao.

Throughout it all, not the slightest ripple was stirred.

Time itself seemed to freeze across the Dou Qi World.

Di Jun muttered to himself, "Too weak. Good thing the Dao Venerable's divine might suppressed my cultivation to Mystic Immortal. If I had descended at the peak of Quasi-Sage, this world would likely have collapsed long ago."

He stretched lazily and said in contentment, "This feeling is truly comfortable! The Dao Venerable must feel the same way in the Primordial World, right?"

The Cloud Mist Sect's elders stood dumbstruck.

They could not understand Di Jun's words, yet they had no power to resist.

The gap in realms was too vast; they could not even summon the thought of risking their lives.

Xiao Yan was stunned. As a transmigrator from Blue Star, he understood "Mystic Immortal" and "Quasi-Sage."

The Primordial World! he cried inwardly.

How could a higher plane like the Primordial World descend upon the Dou Qi World?

Di Jun looked at Xiao Yan. "I am Di Jun, Sovereign of the Demon Race Heavenly Court. By the Dao Venerable's decree, I have descended here. Are you willing to take me as your master?"

Xiao Yan was dazed, and the words slipped from his mouth. "Di Jun! The Dao Venerable's decree?"

Everything he believed in shattered. "Is the Dao Venerable Hongjun?"

"What, unwilling?" Di Jun narrowed his eyes.

"I am willing!" Xiao Yan fell to his knees in worship. "This disciple greets Master!"

At the same moment, the Heavenly Dao Will of the Dou Qi World collapsed, and its Dou Qi fell into utter chaos.

Just as Di Jun was about to act, a slender jade hand suddenly condensed within the void.

The jade hand gave a pull, dragging the Dou Qi World into the cosmos. Its chaotic Dou Qi instantly calmed.

The cultivators of the Dou Qi World were shaken—their plane had been elevated!

Di Jun looked up, a flash of adoration passing through his eyes. "The Dao Venerable has acted."

At Mount Shouyang, Chen Xuan reached his hand into the sphere of light that was the Dou Qi World.

He condensed the fragmented Heavenly Dao Will and fused it into the Dou Qi World, elevating its origin.

The Dou Qi World was drawn to the outskirts of the Primordial World.

It was not directly merged into it, for it was too weak, and doing so would consume too much of Mythical Nuwa's origin.

To the Primordial World, the Dou Qi World was no more than a drop in the vast ocean.

Di Jun gazed up at the sky, envy and resolve mingling in his heart. One day, I too will be able to do this!

Xiao Yan remained dazed, yet he vaguely understood what was about to happen.

"Master, my teacher and..."

"We'll talk about that later." Di Jun cut him off, then took Xiao Yan through the curtain of light and back to Mount Shouyang.

The Cloud Mist Sect Master stood frozen. Though she considered herself beautiful, Di Jun had not even spared her a glance.

She was the first to realize that Di Jun was contemptuous to the bone.

"Sect Master, what do we do?" the elders asked.

She murmured, "The heavens have changed. Weak as we are, we can only drift with the current."

Amid their panic, the experts of Dou Qi World also felt a flicker of anticipation.

On Mount Shouyang, Xiao Yan returned and covered his mouth in shock.

He saw billions of Lesser Thousand Worlds unfolding across the Starry Sky Atlas.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches, Hongjun, Nuwa—all stood before his eyes.

In one image of a Lesser Thousand World, an old man and a youth wielded swords, cutting down 2,600 enemies.

Xiao Yan stood frozen, not because of the old man's swordsmanship, but because of the sky above the image.

A figure in azure robes stood there, unnoticed by all.

It was Tongtian Jiaozhu of the Three Pure Ones, descending upon the Lesser Thousand World—Snowbound!

Tongtian had chosen Li Chungang, the child of fortune in Snowbound.

He admired Li Chungang's sword intent, yet lamented that his world was too weak.

Tongtian muttered to himself, "Even I dare not call myself a Sword Immortal, yet he is fearlessly ignorant."

Chen Xuan saw Tongtian's appreciation.

Tongtian was an incarnation of Pangu's Primordial Spirit, versed in formations and the Sword Dao.

Within the cosmos, none could surpass him in the Sword Dao.

Tongtian gazed at Li Chungang. "You possess a sword heart and comprehend the Sword Dao; only sword intent is lacking."

"It is not that you lack sword intent, but that this world is too weak."

Li Chungang forced himself to maintain the realm of a Land Immortal, exhausting all his life essence.

In the Snowbound world, he slew 2,600 enemies with a single sword strike. The blue-robed man laughed boldly: "Had the heavens not birthed me, Li Chungang, the Sword Dao would have been like a long night for all eternity!"

Chen Xuan noticed that Tongtian's eyes were filled with regret.

Tongtian's eyes transformed into swords, drawing Li Chungang into the long river of the Sword Dao.

In the Snowbound world, billions of sword intents gathered around Li Chungang.

He shouted, "Swords, come!"

Hundreds of sheathed swords from Mount Hui and a thousand peachwood swords from Dragon Tiger Mountain blotted out the sky as they flew toward Great Snow Terrace.

Li Chungang entered the realm of a Land Sword Immortal once more.

Billions of swords rang out in the void, and all flying swords halted before Tongtian.

The cultivators of Snowbound looked up, yet they could not see Tongtian.

Tongtian transformed himself into sword intent, his qi into a river of swords, becoming the Sword Dao of Snowbound!

Billions of famous swords stood upside down, their hilts facing downward, kneeling in worship before Tongtian.

Li Chungang and the sword cultivators of Snowbound stood dumbfounded.

On Mount Shouyang in the Primordial World, Xiao Yan cried out, "Saint Tongtian of the Upper Pure!"

He knew that only Tongtian could make billions of famous swords kneel in worship.

In the Snowbound world, the Heavenly Dao Will shattered and merged into the long river of the Sword Dao.

Tongtian's phantom appeared and pointed a finger at Li Chungang.

The long river of the Sword Dao transformed into the phantom's sword and plunged into Li Chungang's Divine Sense.