"Peak Saint Realm!"
"Only a hair's breadth away from the Chaos Realm!"
"Fellow Daoist Lu Chen, wait for me!"
He tore open the void.
Then vanished without a trace.
Ruins of the Eastern Imperial Palace.
This had once been Daoist Lu Ya's palace in the Destiny Battlefield.
But it had long since crumbled beneath the passage of time.
Only ruins remained.
At this moment.
Above the ruins.
The Azure Emperor sat cross-legged.
The Immortal Slaying Sword hung quietly at his waist.
He had already reached the peak of the Quasi-Saint Realm back in the Primordial Era.
His accumulation was far deeper than that of ordinary people.
Now, with the opportunity Lu Chen had given him and the Destiny Battlefield's fortune bolstering him.
Breaking through to sainthood came as naturally as water flowing into a channel.
He had not even attracted a tribulation of lightning.
Because his accumulation had long been sufficient.
All he lacked was an opportunity.
And today, that opportunity had arrived.
"My son..."
The Azure Emperor opened his eyes.
Sword intent surged within them.
It seemed capable of tearing the firmament apart.
"Although your father is not talented."
"But today, having proven the Saint Dao, at least..."
He clenched his fists.
"I can share some of your burden."
He rose to his feet.
The Immortal Slaying Sword at his waist unsheathed itself.
It let out a cheerful sword cry.
It seemed to have lain dormant for far too long and was already famished and thirsty beyond endurance.
"Old companion..."
The Azure Emperor gently stroked the blade.
Countless memories flashed through his eyes.
In the end, they turned into resolve.
"Let's go."
"Let's find Chen'er."
Sword light tore through the sky.
The Azure Emperor vanished without a trace.
Four Symbols Secret Realm.
This was the secluded cultivation ground of