The Sovereign Carries the Sun

In ancient times, the Pillar of Heaven tilted westward, and the crimson sun was about to fall.

Scorching fire seared the earth. The frail bodies of humanity suffered countless deaths and injuries, blood flowing for ten thousand miles to form rivers.

Taihao Sovereign stood atop Kunlun Mountain, splitting his bones into cords and carrying the sun eastward for tens of millions of miles, all the way to the vast sea.

His blood became mystic mist, his hair stained with starlight, and the skies for ten thousand miles turned crimson gold...

Xu Yan stared blankly at that heaven-reaching Dharma body. The Human-Serpent Evolution Pattern on his chest burned scorching hot, and for a moment, he felt his very blood essence boiling like molten lava.

"The legend was actually true."

That figure carrying the sun forward was desolate and tragic.

Ever since his soul had crossed into this world, Xu Yan had heard the legend of Taihao Sovereign carrying the sun since childhood. It had even been woven into countless ballads, sung throughout humanity.

In the north of the Ten-Thousand Mang Mountains, that crimson sun filled the sky, swaying as though it might fall at any moment.

Taihao Sovereign's Dharma body was incomparably majestic, reaching straight into the heavens. With the crimson sun resting on his shoulders, he slowly moved his heavy steps. One step carried him across a hundred mountains.

Rumble—

For a time, the earth itself seemed to tremble.

The human cultivators were all dumbstruck. They rose into the air and watched with trembling pupils.

Deep in the north, at the ruins of the Li Ancient Secret Repository, countless ancient palaces and pavilions rose and fell, continuously emerging from deep ravines and mountain valleys.

Among them, an ancient hall swathed in swirling golden aura was the most eye-catching, like a brilliant sun rising into the sky.

The Taihao Golden Body was reflected by this ancient hall.

Many grandmasters renowned throughout Great Yin had gathered here, along with sect masters and elders from numerous lineages.

The figures were densely packed, shadows everywhere.

A blue-robed man carrying a sword flew through the air, strikingly conspicuous beneath the great sun. He was Jiang Qingcheng, one of the Imperial City's "Seven Absolute Grandmasters." Raising his eyes to the Taihao Golden Body, he asked with a focused frown, "Taihao carries the sun, and myth is reflected into reality. If it was true, where did he ultimately go?"

An old monk flew over to his side. He recited a Buddhist phrase, his gaze deep. "Where does the Golden Crow roost? Follow the path of dawn."

"You mean he left this world of four seas and ascended after attaining the Dao?" Jiang Qingcheng asked, glancing at the old monk.

"The sea of suffering is boundless. Even for Taihao Sovereign, whether he could cross it remains uncertain." The old monk pressed his palms together and bowed toward the majestic Taihao Golden Body.

At that moment, ill-timed laughter came from a high cliff in the distance.

The woman stood proudly, peerless in bearing.

Her purple robes fluttered fiercely in the wind, while her dark hair, like a waterfall, was gathered high. Set off by her black Daoist crown, her neck was as white as congealed cream. Her figure was graceful, her legs slender—like a treasure carved by heaven and earth.

"You bald old donkey, if you don't understand, then just admit you don't understand. Yet all day long, you speak in riddles and cryptic nonsense, putting on an act of profundity. Don't you find yourself ridiculous?" Nangong Wenqiu covered the corner of her mouth with slender fingers and laughed.

She was like a seductive beauty serpent. Even her loose purple robes could not conceal her exquisite curves.

The corners of her lips curled upward. A tear mole beneath the corner of her right eye added several measures of allure, as though all the splendor between heaven and earth had gathered upon her alone.

Nangong Wenqiu of Violetstar Peak, Heavenly Capital Sect, had always been an existence both righteous and wicked in Great Yin. Many "righteous" cultivators were often at odds with her.

"Benefactor Nangong, what insight do you have? Why not share it with this old monk?" The old monk cast Nangong Wenqiu a sidelong glance, his expression displeased.

"No insight, but..." Nangong Wenqiu narrowed her long, slender eyes, her gaze soft and beguiling. She brought two fingers together, as though incomparably sharp Dharma power rippled around them. In but an instant, she brazenly struck, stabbing forward with one finger as she cried sweetly, "I do have one divine ability!"

At the Li Ancient Secret Repository, a battle between grandmasters was on the verge of erupting.

The Qiu Dragon Ancient Palace split apart, and countless magical artifacts and spiritual treasures fell in every direction like a meteor shower.

Human cultivators and Demon Race powerhouses could be seen everywhere.

However, due to the reflection of the Taihao Golden Body, not a single demon creature landed in the north. All were forcibly blocked by the crimson-gold curtain of light.

"Xu Yan, we're rich!"

Qin Nishang shook Xu Yan's arm excitedly, jolting him awake. His gaze shifted away from Taihao Sovereign's heaven-reaching Dharma body.

A shrieking sound came from the sky.

Xu Yan looked up and discovered that above the Great Way at the borderlands, densely packed spiritual treasures were pouring down like a torrential rain. His expression immediately changed.

Qin Nishang hopped with joy, producing a cosmos bag and frantically sweeping up spiritual treasures and magical artifacts. Her excited cheeks were flushed crimson, just like the red sun in the northern sky.

"You'll need to live long enough to enjoy them first!"

Xu Yan reacted quickly.

So many spiritual treasures had been blocked at the borderland Great Way. Who knew how many powerhouses they would attract?

He had barely taken a step when he heard countless sounds of people flying through the air from the southern part of Mang Mountain.

Turning back, he saw densely packed demons, monsters, ghosts, and fiends racing toward them, sending chills down his spine.

Qin Nishang's eyes widened.

She no longer dared bother with the spiritual treasures nearby. Her face drained of color as she immediately followed Xu Yan and fled through the air.

Meanwhile, quite a few human cultivators arrived from the north as well, their eyes gleaming greedily as they stared at the various spiritual treasures falling from the sky.

A great battle was about to erupt.

Xu Yan and Qin Nishang did not dare pause for even a moment, nearly getting swept into it again.

Deep within Mang Mountain, the appearance of two people with their level of cultivation surprised even those human powerhouses. They merely glanced at the pair without paying them further attention, rushing directly to seize the spiritual treasures on the Great Way.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

From behind them came flashes of divine abilities and screams of agony.

Everything had become a complete mess!

Xu Yan was irritated.

The teleportation array had accidentally brought him deep into Mang Mountain. He had gained nothing and done nothing but run.

Qin Nishang, at least, had obtained several dozen spiritual treasures from within the Qiu Dragon Ancient Palace.

The Qiu Dragon's shadow in the southern heavens continued to roar without cease, its voice growing ever louder. Spanning ten thousand miles, it bellowed furiously at Taihao Sovereign's golden body, its appearance savage, as though filled with endless hatred.

For a time, a foul wind swept up, and heaven and earth seemed to dim.

Demonic winds danced wildly like blades between heaven and earth, severing swathes of ancient forest before screaming toward the Taihao Golden Body, intent on destroying it.

Within the Li Ancient Secret Repository, the Emperor Bell rang again, confronting it without yielding an inch.

Xu Yan felt demon roars in his left ear and the Emperor Bell's chimes in his right. The earth continued to quake, while smoke, dust, and shattered stones filled the sky.

All he wanted now was to leave the Ten-Thousand Mang Mountains as quickly as possible.

Just as he was thinking this, another earth-shattering boom erupted from the Li Ancient Secret Repository deeper within, as though the earth itself had split apart.

"Damn it, is this ever going to end?!"

The enormous blast made Xu Yan jolt all over, and the curse slipped from his mouth.

He was normally very even-tempered. Since arriving in this world, this was the first time he had lost his composure so thoroughly.

In an instant, golden light burst from the deep ravines of Mang Mountain like an inverted waterfall, soaring straight into the firmament.

Within that golden torrent-waterfall, countless ancient spiritual treasures and magical artifacts of the Li Clan were swept out with it. They trembled and gave off buzzing sounds.

Then, beneath a bell chime, they shot outward at extreme speed like golden bees.

"Our human magical artifacts and spiritual treasures—we should at least be able to take one or two, right? With the Emperor Bell here, those demons, monsters, ghosts, and fiends can't get through!" Qin Nishang stopped in her tracks, staring ahead with sparkling eyes.

"If you want to go, go yourself. I'm not going."

Xu Yan flicked his sleeve, expressionless, and flew away on his own.

Did human cultivators not fight to the death over such treasures too? If Xu Yan, a beginner on the Dao, went over there, he could easily be caught in the crossfire. It was far too dangerous. He barely needed to think before leaving.

Prince Wu'an's Residence had innate spiritual treasures. If he wanted them, he could obtain one or two there. Why risk his life?

Seeing that Xu Yan was somewhat angry, she immediately said, "Xu Yan, once I get some spiritual treasures, I'll give you one or two!"

With that, she raced toward the Li Ancient Secret Repository.

Xu Yan watched the golden waterfall rising into the sky, his brows slightly furrowed.

He did not know whether it was an illusion, but those magical artifacts and spiritual treasures seemed to all be flying in his direction.

His eyes widened as he lowered his head to look at his chest. The Human-Serpent Evolution Pattern was steadily radiating light, filled with a sacred aura.