His Believers Spanned All Realms

Those two words burst from the blood-red figure's mouth the instant.

Old Chen's pupils contracted sharply, a chilling premonition rose up his spine, and he almost instinctively retreated.

The next moment.

The sky opened.

A dark crack appeared on the horizon, stretching across the sky and extending straight towards this side.

It wasn't some kind of sword Sword Qi or anything like that; the heavens truly opened up!

A crack swept past the side of the Flying Ship.

The gap didn't look wide, but as it passed through, the entire side of the ship, along with a giant wing, was severed cleanly at the base.

Just moments ago, Covering the Sky and Sun the entire sky, but now it vanished into the gaps and disappeared without a trace.

Old Chen froze in mid-air, watching helplessly as the crack slowly closed.

My back was already covered in a cold sweat.

If he hadn't retreated quickly, he probably would have disappeared along with those giant wings.

Even though he had escaped it, he felt no sense of relief whatsoever.

A single strike cleaved the void, shearing off a layer from the enormous Flying Ship.

This power far exceeded everything he knew.

"Could it be...?"

"Emperor, Emperor Weapon...?!"

On the Martial Arts Arena, the Flowing Rosy Clouds Sect disciples who had been shouting earlier fell silent.

Everyone looked up and saw that the enormous thing had lost one side of its support and was slowly tilting.

Finally, it couldn't hold on any longer, and trailing billowing black smoke, it plummeted straight towards the ground.

Inside the ship's cabin.

Without warning, a violent tremor occurred, and then the entire Flying Ship began to plummet downwards.

Mo Yan braced himself against the windowsill, barely managing to steady himself.

"What happened?"

Before the words were finished, the cabin door was violently kicked open from the outside.

"Young Master, it's an attack!"

A guard scrambled in, his voice filled with panic.

Several guards rushed forward, shielding him in the center, and escorted him out of the cabin.

Attack?

Mo Yan's mind raced.

Who would dare attack the Flying Ship of the Myriad Phenomena Heavenly Sect in this Northern Nether Domain?

Moreover, if it were truly a sneak attack, why would they choose such a foolish method, launching an attack from a great distance without warning?

No, no, these are not the main points.

The key question is: what kind of person could shoot down this Flying Ship beneath their feet?

Before the thought even finished, the person had been escorted outside the cabin.

Upon glancing out that way, Mo Yan's pupils suddenly contracted.

The row of giant wings on the left side of the Flying Ship had vanished without a trace.

A clean, sharp cut, as if it had been sliced off the hull by some Sharp Weapon, neat and tidy.

Not far away, Old Chen stood frozen in mid-air, turning his head to look at him.

His old face was filled with horror, his lips moved, and he repeatedly murmured two words:

Emperor Weapon.

Mo Yan shuddered and gasped.

Emperor Weapon?

Because he came from the Heavenly Sect and had seen much of the world since childhood, he was able to recognize these two characters.

That is a world-suppressing artifact that only the Great Emperor can possess; even the Myriad Phenomena Heavenly Sect only has one.

This means that Great Emperor has intervened?

But how could that be!

Thoughts were churning within him.

A blood-red figure rose into the air from below and landed steadily on the bow of the ship.

The man was enveloped in a soaring Blood Qi, his fiery presence almost blinding people.

"Protect the young master!"

Several guards paled in horror and rushed forward, blocking Mo Yan behind them.

Mo Yan raised his hand to push them aside and squinted at the figure at the bow of the boat.

The blood was so intense that its appearance was not clearly visible at first glance.

But that aura...

It felt strangely familiar, as if I'd seen it somewhere before.

He had just thought of him as a petty thief who had come to cause trouble, but now he could no longer be so arrogant.

I misjudged the situation.

Mo Yan composed himself and cupped his hands in a respectful gesture.

"Mo Yan, of the Myriad Phenomena Heavenly Sect."

"May I ask your esteemed name?"

These words can already be considered a sign of weakness.

However, the man seemed not to hear him and walked towards him step by step, unhurriedly.

"Young Master, be careful!"

Several guards stepped forward, their auras surging, ready to strike first.

"Step back."

Mo Yan raised his hand to stop them.

Still shaken by the attack, he dared not let anyone rashly provoke the blood-red figure.

Who was responsible for that technique that cleaved the void?

Is he truly... a Great Emperor?

Thoughts raced through his mind, his brows furrowed tightly, and he stood firm, staring intently at the newcomer.

"Brother."

Mo Yan changed the subject, his tone becoming more polite.

"If there's any misunderstanding, we can simply clear it up face to face. Why make things so tense?"

The blood-red figure seemed oblivious, its steps unwavering.

Step.

Another step.

Mo Yan's heart tightened with each footstep, and his throat went dry.

"Stop."

His face finally darkened, and he quietly reached for the Storage Bag at his waist.

"Take one more step forward, and don't blame me for taking action."

The man seemed not to hear him and continued to approach.

"Zheng--"

A long sword was drawn from its sheath, its blade pointing diagonally, aimed directly at the approaching person.

Mo Yan's aura surged and surged, his presence was imposing.

But the cold sweat beading on his forehead betrayed his inner turmoil.

The name "Old Chen" kept echoing in my ears.

Emperor Weapon.

Regardless of whether the opponent is Quasi-Emperor or Great Emperor, making a move at this moment would be tantamount to courting death.

But if we don't take action...

Even if the blood-red figure gets closer step by step, death is inevitable.

What to do?

The figure gave him no room to hesitate, closing in step by step.

It's getting closer.

Closer now.

The stench of Blood Qi rushed to his face, scorching him so much he almost suffocated.

Before he could think any further, Mo Yan had already moved.

He stepped forward, brandishing his longsword, the Sword Light as it aimed directly at the man.

However, the sword abruptly stopped in mid-air.

The man didn't pause for a second, passing right by him and walking on without looking back.

From beginning to end, those eyes never once fell on him.

To be so completely ignored.

An indescribable sense of humiliation welled up in my chest.

"You--!"

Mo Yan turned around abruptly, only managing to utter a single word.

The words stuck in his throat.

The man had stopped walking at some point, tilting his head back and looking up at something in mid-air.

I subconsciously followed that gaze.

On the mast of the Flying Ship, a person was sitting at an angle, seemingly out of nowhere.

The outline also looked somewhat familiar.

But the sunlight was intense, and the person sat against the light, his entire body coated with a blinding white, making him difficult to see clearly.

Mo Yan narrowed his eyes and stared intently.

In the white light, the figure gradually became clearer.

Black hair, black robe, and a handsome young face.

And... those golden eyes.

The instant I saw it clearly.

Mo Yan felt a sudden boom in his mind, and his blood almost froze.

"Qin, Qin Wangchuan--!"

Since Qin Wangchuan is sitting on the mast.

That person who had just brushed past me, enveloped in a torrent of Blood Qi...

Mo Yan turned around abruptly, looked at the blood-red figure, and cried out in alarm.

"Chu Wujiu!"

Either of these two names is someone that the geniuses of his Prodigy look up to.

But today, all of these things happened to enter his eyes.

The murderous aura surrounding the blood-red figure slowly subsided.

Chu Wujiu raised his head and grinned at the man on the mast.

"We're a little late."

Something got delayed.

Qin Wangchuan responded calmly, his gaze sweeping over the side where the Flying Ship had vanished into thin air.

"His control has improved a lot; he's made great progress."

"Of course!" Chu Wujiu his eyebrows, quite pleased with himself. "Don't think you're the only one getting stronger."

A fighting spirit suddenly ignited in his eyes.

"How about we have a match right here?"

That proposal is indeed tempting.

This is a good opportunity to try out that new method I just came to understand.

Qin Wangchuan's mind raced, but in the end he shook his head.

"Never mind."

"My sword is not yet forged."

"Huh?" Chu Wujiu was stunned, somewhat incredulous. "You haven't finished with that sword yet?"

In his view, with the Qin Clan's resources, repairing a sword was a piece of cake.

But what Qin Wangchuan wanted was not to recover.

It's a recasting.

Forge the true Ten Directions Profound Sword.

As he spoke, Qin Wangchuan leaped down from the mast, his robes fluttering, and landed steadily on the deck, asking:

What's the situation right now?

"Ugh, don't even mention it."

Chu Wujiu scratched his head, looking annoyed. "It's a long story. You'll find out when we get downstairs."

The two walked side by side, chatting as they went.

Mo Yan hesitated for a long time, but in the end he did not give up this opportunity.

He straightened his robes, stepped forward, his eyes filled with undisguised eagerness.

"I have long admired your reputations."

"It is truly an honor to meet you today."

Chu Wujiu then turned his head and glanced at him sideways.

Who are you?

"My apologies." Mo Yan quickly bowed, "I am—"

Before he could finish speaking...

Qin Wangchuan raised his hand and pointed, revealing his name.

"Mo Yan."

Chu Wujiu raised an eyebrow.

"You know him?"

"I've met them a few times," Qin Wangchuan nodded. "Wandao Academy, in the same year as us."

"Then why don't I remember it?"

"Watch other people compete, and you'll get a feel for it."

"How could I possibly have time to go see that!"

As they spoke, the two leaped off the Flying Ship.

Mo Yan stood frozen in place, staring blankly at the two figures behind them, his mind a complete blank.

"How could this be...?"

"That Qin Wangchuan actually knows me?"

After a moment of stunned silence, a quiet joy crept into my heart.

In this world, there is only one person whom Mo Yan truly admires from the bottom of his heart.

He had witnessed firsthand that man's extraordinary legend.

During the Academy trials, he, as Half-Venerable, single-handedly suppressed sixteen Supreme Being and defeated the combined forces of dozens of Half-Venerable, causing the world to be terrified and calling him "the Calamity of This World".

He set up the Chuanliu Pavilion to lay out all his knowledge before the world, allowing future generations to study and learn from it.

To open up a new realm, one could have remained aloof atop the mountain, but instead chose to make it public.

Standing so high, yet not afraid of being overtaken, they turned back and pointed out the path to those who came after them.

It was so strong it defied logic, and so open it defied logic as well.

Mo Yan asked himself if he could ever reach that level, even if he devoted his entire life to it.

That person's name.

Qin Wangchuan.