Judgment on Ao Sheng, Twenty Years Later

Primal Imperial City.

The streets were bustling with a constant flow of people, remaining prosperous, flourishing, and exceptionally lively. Today, due to the birth of an Immortal King's own child, the essence of the sun and moon permeated the air like clouds and mist, bestowing upon the beings of the Imperial City a heaven-defying opportunity for fortune.

Inside the Imperial Palace, within the Council Hall, over a dozen Immortal Kings gathered, their presence awe-inspiring and the scene grand.

On the left and right sides of the hall sat the Immortal Kings of the Ancient Realm and the Immortal Domain, respectively. Upon the Bodhi Seats on both sides sat powerful Immortal Kings who had cultivated for countless ages. They were obscured by heavenly secrets, their faces blurred and indistinct, with only the majestic forms of the Immortal Kings vaguely visible.

Occupying the two seats of honor were the Immortal King Six Paths Reincarnation and Immortal King Wuzhong of the Primal Ancient Realm.

At this moment, the Immortal Kings of the two realms were gathered in the Council Hall to judge the dark Immortal King of the Immortal Domain—Aosheng!

In this solemn and grave Council Hall, the air seemed to have frozen. The dozen or so Immortal Kings, whether majestic, profound, or arrogant, were the supreme masters of this world, beings who commanded endless ages and infinite power.

At this moment, they were gathered here for the fate of Aosheng, each holding their own views and arguing incessantly.

Immortal King Six Paths Reincarnation of the Primal Ancient Realm had a profound light flickering in his eyes as he said indifferently: "Immortal King Aosheng, although he once rendered great service to the Immortal Domain, what does that have to do with our Ancient Realm! He has committed such a grave error this time that he must not be treated lightly! Though he has not yet awakened, his inexplicably surging cultivation and such conduct have already threatened the peace of the two great realms; this is an undeniable fact."

Immortal King Wuzhong nodded in agreement from the side: "Indeed, the actions of Immortal King Aosheng are truly outrageous. He must pay the price for this, otherwise, how can the balance and justice of the two realms be maintained?"

However, the Immortal Kings of the Immortal Domain held a different view.

The strongest among them who had come this time was Immortal King Sanqing.

An Immortal King in Daoist robes, with the hair of a crane and the complexion of a child, stood up and said with a firm tone: "Although Immortal King Aosheng has become erratic during this meeting, I and all the fellow Daoists of the Immortal Domain have witnessed him fighting against the Dark Beings and guarding the Immortal Domain without ever retreating.

His heroism and loyalty are worthy of praise; we cannot completely negate his achievements just because of one mistake."

The Immortal Kings of the two realms held their own positions, and the atmosphere in the Council Hall grew increasingly tense. In this tense atmosphere, every Immortal King displayed their own wisdom and majesty, their words shaking the heart like thunder.

This debate seemed endless, but in the end, there had to be a result. What would become of Aosheng's fate would depend on the decisions of these majestic Immortal Kings, and in this process, Aosheng's name would be mentioned countless times, his merits and demerits discussed repeatedly.

Aosheng, this once-supreme Immortal King, had his entire life's glory, shame, rise, and fall now resting on the decisions made in this Council Hall. Where his fate would lead—whether to fall or to be reborn—would be decided by these Immortal Kings who wielded infinite power.

Would it be a fall? Or a rebirth?

However, the decision of the Immortal Kings of the Ancient Realm was no easy task.

Aosheng's past, his strength, and his influence were all existences that could not be ignored. How could his fate be easily decided by these Immortal Kings?

After overriding all objections, Aosheng's giant-level cultivation was reduced to that of an ordinary Immortal King. This was the status of his Dao-proclamation, and it was his current fate.

For this, he repaid treasures that made countless Immortal Kings of the Primal Ancient Realm envious; this was his compensation for the past and his promise for the future.

Even more, Aosheng owed the Primal Ancient Realm a life-and-death pact. This was his shackle and his responsibility. He knew he had to fulfill this pact, regardless of life or death, regardless of glory or shame.

In the end, Aosheng was allowed to return to the Immortal Domain with the kings of the Immortal Domain.

His heart held both relief and heaviness. He knew his future would be full of challenges, but he also understood that this was his fate and his responsibility.

,,,,,,,, Twenty years later.

The residence of Immortal King Six Paths Reincarnation, in the immortal courtyard.

In a corner of the immortal courtyard, a twenty-year-old youth was practicing his punches.

He was dressed in a cyan Daoist robe, the hem fluttering with his movements, adding a touch of handsomeness. The youth's posture was vigorous, his steps steady, and every punching motion was filled with power and beauty.

His skin was smooth and delicate, his fair and handsome face radiating a youthful vitality, and his bright, piercing eyes flickered with a strange light, as if they could see through all illusions.

His eyebrows were curved like willow leaves, adding a touch of gentleness to his already handsome face, while his nose was straight and his thin lips were tightly pressed, revealing a sense of firmness and persistence.

The youth's figure appeared exceptionally tall and straight under the sunlight, his long hair flowing with the wind, heroic and spirited, with an unyielding aura between his brows.

The surrounding immortal courtyard seemed to become more vivid because of his presence. As he practiced his punches in this world, he seemed to breathe with the heavens and earth and share a fate with all things. Every move and style was filled with the mysteries of heaven and earth, with the cycle of yin and yang manifesting within, making one marvel.

The youth was none other than the son of Immortal King Six Paths Reincarnation, whose birth twenty years ago had shaken the heavens—the Emperor Reincarnation Body—the Born Supreme—Su Li!

"Phew, the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist of the Heavenly Emperor is truly excellent to practice; it is the top choice for strengthening the body!" Su Li remarked with emotion.

Su Li's admiration for the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist was not only because of its body-strengthening effects but also because of the profound philosophy and supreme martial spirit it contained.

Every punch thrown seemed to tell of a cycle of life, a reverence for all things in heaven and earth. What he felt was not just power, but a deeper understanding of life and an insight into the world.

The Six Paths Reincarnation was both a power and a wisdom. It revealed the impermanence of life and the diversity of the world, allowing Su Li to understand the true meaning of life more deeply. Every practice session felt like a dialogue with the heavens and earth, and a dialogue with himself. What he grasped from it was not just martial arts, but an attitude toward life and a realization about the world.

He marveled at the wisdom and martial spirit of his old friend, the Heavenly Emperor, and his reverence for the Heavenly Emperor grew even deeper.

He knew that the Heavenly Emperor's Six Paths Reincarnation Fist was by no means an ordinary technique; it was a unique understanding of life and a supreme pursuit of martial arts, and this was the greatest gain from his practice of the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist.

This was his deep admiration for the Heavenly Emperor's Six Paths Reincarnation Fist.

"Xiao Li."

Su Li spoke.

"I am here."

A cold, electronic voice replied.

"Open the main panel; I want to see to what extent I have cultivated the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist."

"Understood, Master."

"...Panel opened."

As the words fell, a light blue panel appeared before Su Li.