Archaic Ninth Realm

The Saint Sovereign and his party headed toward the Heavenly Dao Ancestral Court. Just before they arrived, they saw a tall, lean figure standing outside the Ancestral Court with a long sword strapped to his back.

A sheet of azure light hovered above his head. Within it, a cavernous abyss revolved, its radiance brilliant as a river of stars in motion.

"Dao Venerable Lu."

Everyone was astonished.

Jun Wudao snorted and muttered, "I wonder if killing this brat would let me transplant his Dao scenery onto myself. Then I could possess both the Marvel Realm and the Supreme Realm!"

Everyone's scalps tingled, and they hurried farther away from him.

The Saint Sovereign approached. Dao Venerable Lu saluted him and said, "Many thanks to the Saint Sovereign for granting me six hundred thousand years of peace and quiet. But all the surviving members of the Twelve Marvels have arrived. If the Six Venerables who are still breathing don't come, wouldn't that mean we've been outdone?"

The Saint Sovereign returned his salute. "Six hundred thousand years ago, you and I had a wager. You lost by one move, and for the rest of your life, you could not take a single step beyond the Hometown Gazing Platform."

Dao Venerable Lu's immortal aura drifted around him as he smiled faintly. "There was also an agreement back then: once I could withstand one move from you, I would leave the Hometown Gazing Platform. So today, I have walked out."

The Saint Sovereign said, "Do you believe you can withstand one move from me today?"

Dao Venerable Lu let out a long howl. The long sword flew from the Sword Box, and sword light filled the heavens, brilliant as a river of stars, roaring toward the Saint Sovereign!

The Saint Sovereign sneered. "Empty flourishes. Not